Books & Tea

Renee Wendell. 24 years old. Turned Werewolf. Mistress. Lover of books, majoring in English Literature.

[warren-legrand-blog]

[text]: I always go on a night picnic for my birthday and I missed it this year. Would you be up to joining me? I still don't know my way around yet. (Renee)

Text: Haven’t you heard the forests aren’t safe at night?

Text: Something about a beautifully dangerous she-wolf roaming them

[loupbalafre]

warren-legrand‌:

Text: I’m flattered.

Text: No. I hear she’s rather scary when riled up. Not that I would know from experience.

[text]: I hear that only certain individuals rile her up. Blue-eyed vampires if I’m correct.

[warren-legrand-blog]

[text]: I always go on a night picnic for my birthday and I missed it this year. Would you be up to joining me? I still don't know my way around yet. (Renee)

Text: Haven’t you heard the forests aren’t safe at night?

Text: Something about a beautifully dangerous she-wolf roaming them

[loupbalafre]

[text]: There’s a reason I asked you. [text]: Then I suppose we shall hope we don’t encounter this she-wolf, hmmm?

[warren-legrand-blog]

Feeding

[loupbalafre]

warren-legrand‌:

She was sweet. So very very sweet. Tasted better than any human he’d ever tasted in his lifetime. Part of him wanted to drain her dry she tasted so good. But he was also experiencing a very odd sensation of being satisfied for once. With a few more gulps, he was carefully withdrawing, not making eye contact as he put space between them. Dragging the back of his hand across his mouth, he was nearly infatuated with how good Renee’s blood tasted to him, but with all the blood on his shirt and arms and hands, he simply just wanted to shower and go be with his art. “Sorry.” He uttered after a long moment, daring to finally look at the blonde.

Renee stayed still, allowing Warren enough trust to continue his feeding without interruption. She knew that she could get away from him if needed, but was trusting enough to know that he wasn’t going to hurt her. This was her partner, he lover-- she refused to believe he would do such a thing to her. When he was done, Renee stepped back to catch her breath. She touched the healing mark for a moment before reaching up so that she could pull her hair into a ponytail. At the apology, she found herself surprised. Warren didn’t apologize, atleast not like that. She moved forward so she could touch his face gently. “You need a shower-- Come on.”

[warren-legrand-blog]

Feeding

[loupbalafre]

warren-legrand‌:

He felt childish in the way she yelled at him. But he did not snap back at her or make a remark either, simply because he knew she was right. She had every right to be angry at him. For what he had no idea, but she was angry at him and he wouldn’t fight her on it, as strange as this feeling felt inside of him. 

Instead he nodded, putting his hands on her shoulders and leaning into her crook of her neck softly. It felt almost wrong doing this here like this. He’d often thought about biting her and feeding from her. But not like this. Not covered in slave blood, a bloody mess. But he complied, using soft force to bite into her neck, contradicting the aggressive munching he was doing earlier.

Renee just wanted it to be clear that she and him had things they needed to talk about. She understand that the world wasn’t black and white, but she also knew that there were plenty of ways for Warren to get his anger and aggression out without attacking all of the innocent slaves. She sighed when he said nothing but ran her hand through his hair, glad he was at least much more calm than he had been.

As the man moved his head, Renee forced herself to relax. Somehow she just knew that he would never do anything that could possibly hurt her. As he bit into her neck, she groaned and closed her eyes. Her grip on the vampire tightened, her body relaxing into his.

[warren-legrand-blog]

Feeding

[loupbalafre]

warren-legrand‌:

@loupbalafre

Warren was hungry. Starving. Feeling like he was almost going to die if he didn’t. Maybe it was his anger. His rage. He wasn’t quite sure how he spiraled out of control so quickly, but all he knew was that with Renee’s hand in his as he walked back to his home. It was urgent as he pushed the door open and led her inside, but something about being alone with her, in the quiet walls of his home finally, had brought him completely back.

And he was standing there, hungry, bloody, and feeling somewhat remorseful for the fact that she was seeing him like this. Not for his actions, but rather how he appeared. “I…I…” He wasn’t sure what he was suppose to say, looking at the ground.

  --Renee was angry with the man before her. Her heart felt like it was breaking and she wanted nothing more than to leave him there to wallow in whatever self-pity he may or may not have. But the one thing Renee knew was that she couldn’t leave him alone right now. Not after what she had just seen. She felt a pull towards Warren and knew that she had to get him settled before she laid into him about his actions.

   Standing before him, Renee sigh, “I’m here-- But I’m angry... So don’t think that anything I am doing means you are okay in my books.” She responded with a shake of her head, though her hand remained gripped tightly around his. “You need to feed and then you need to rest.” She brought him closer to her so that she could wrap her arms around him.

[loupbalafre]

It's one thing to forgive someone who has done you wrong. It's another to want to spend your life with me as a punching bag

“What the hell are you talking about? We had one altercation, and for the record, I hit him first. He has never hit me again. I trust him. Nor did I say anything about spending my life with him.”

“Who I spend time with is up to me.”

[loupbalafre]

Wasn't Warren super abusive to you? Have you forgiven him so easily?

“Why is it any of your business in the first place? In case it’s escaped your notice, everyone makes mistakes. If I choose to forgive them, that’s up to me. Not you.”

[loupbalafre]

Is Warren your mate like friend or mate like MATE?

“What? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

[fyjosephmorgan]

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[warren-legrand-blog]

[text]: You still alive or? (Renee)

Text: Considering I haven’t been ‘alive’ in a thousand years…

Text: no i’m not

[warren-legrand-blog]

loupbalafre‌:

[text]: I’m unsure if it was or not. [text]: You’re probably right. I could use that.

Text: Fantastic!

Text: Meet me on the beach in 20 minutes.

[loupbalafre]

[text]: I’ll be there.

[warren-legrand-blog]

[text]: You still alive or? (Renee)

Text: Considering I haven’t been ‘alive’ in a thousand years…

Text: no i’m not

[loupbalafre]

warren-legrand‌:

Text: I’ll take that as a compliment :)

Text: Sounds awful. You sound like you could use a swim and a drink

[text]: I’m unsure if it was or not. [text]: You’re probably right. I could use that.

[warren-legrand-blog]

[text]: You still alive or? (Renee)

Text: Considering I haven’t been ‘alive’ in a thousand years…

Text: no i’m not

[loupbalafre]

warren-legrand‌:

Text: >;)

Text: It was alright. How was your full moon?

[text]: You never cease to amaze me. [text]: Fine. Annoying. The usual.

[warren-legrand-blog]

[text]: You still alive or? (Renee)

Text: Considering I haven’t been ‘alive’ in a thousand years…

Text: no i’m not

[loupbalafre]

warren-legrand‌:

Text: So nice of you to stop by

Text: Terrible timing however.

Text: Just had to do some errands off the island and whatnot

[text]: Obviously. [text]: I hope you enjoyed yourself.

[warren-legrand-blog]

[text]: You still alive or? (Renee)

Text: Considering I haven’t been ‘alive’ in a thousand years…

Text: no i’m not

[loupbalafre]

warren-legrand‌:

Text: That’d be nice.

Text: Otherwise I’d be in trouble with the school.

[text]: I don’t even want to know. [text]: I was just curious as to where you went. I stopped by and you weren’t home.

[warren-legrand-blog]

[text]: You still alive or? (Renee)

Text: Considering I haven’t been ‘alive’ in a thousand years…

Text: no i’m not

[loupbalafre]

warren-legrand‌:

Text: Do I?

Text: Took some time off the island. Had an itch I had to scratch

[text]: Should I say I’m glad you scratched that itch?

[warren-legrand-blog]

[text]: You still alive or? (Renee)

Text: Considering I haven’t been ‘alive’ in a thousand years…

Text: no i’m not

[loupbalafre]

[text]: that’s not what I meant and you know it. [text]: smart ass

[3500forcoat]

I want to achieve the Frank Ocean Level Of Disappearance

[warren-legrand-blog]

@loupbalafre