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[moonlightchn]

🐺 𝖂𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖜𝖔𝖑𝖋 𝕭𝖆𝖓𝖌𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖓 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖙𝖇𝖔𝖙 🐺

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𝕾𝖙𝖆𝖙𝖚𝖘...

💙 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖎𝖊: WEEWOOWEEWOO

𝕯𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌... @clubwnderland Jongin 🧡

💜 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖓: Happy.

𝕯𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌...

❤️ 𝕮𝖍𝖗𝖎𝖘: Nice.

𝕯𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌... @clubwnderland Irene 💗

𝕽𝖚𝖙...

💙 Rut. 💜 Far. ❤ Far.

𝕮𝖑𝖎𝖈𝖐 𝖙𝖔 𝖊𝖝𝖕𝖑𝖔𝖗𝖊...

I do not claim to be or represent Bang Chan or am affiliated with JYPe in any way, shape, or form. Bot created for entertainment purposes.

[moonlightchn]

I love you~

What did you do.

[moonlightchn]

♡~𝕳𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖞 𝖁𝖆𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖊'𝖘 𝕯𝖆𝖞~♡

🌓 𝖂𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖜𝖔𝖑𝖋 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖎𝖊

Valentine's has come and gone, and while Channie knows Jongin isn't mad at him whatsoever, he can tell things are still a bit weird in the house. Whether it's because he himself is upset or Jongin is, he isn't sure.

The man did everything he could to help Channie through, and he even went as far as celebrating the holiday a day late just so he could be comfortable and happy for it. Yet, the youngest can't shake the unsettling feeling.

He was wrong. And he feels terribly sorry.

Channie starts his apology waking up early to get breakfast done for the man, the smell of brownies already filling up the apartment by the time Jongin's back from his morning run.

The older wolf is surprised, more so at the heart-shaped sweets than seeing the other up, Channie thinks–.

The boy makes sure to pack the other some up for later when hes at the studio.

By the time dinner comes, Channie gets back in action. Heart-shaped pizzas, made from scratch as he even kneaded the dough early for it to raise properly.

The table is set and food served by the time Jongin comes back from the studio, once again a funny yet surprised look on his face.

By the time bedtime is coming, Channie makes sure to leave the last surprise set up properly. The closed box of the headphones rests on Jongins pillows, and the printed image is placed inside for him to find when he opens it.

Channie waits in the living room for the other to be out of the shower and find it. He's inexplicably nervous and kind of on the verge of tears. Deserved, he thinks, but he hopes the message is clear.

It's a little silly, he thinks, it's been over a week now. He just doesn't like the fact that he didn't do anything back for Jongin after how he treated the man. It feels wrong, and he would never want him to feel underappreciated. Not when he loves him so much it hurts him knowing he pushed him away for so long.

Hopefully, this will be enough to mend some of what he feels he's broken.

@clubwnderland Jongin 🐺

[moonlightchn]

♡~𝕳𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖞 𝖁𝖆𝖑𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖊'𝖘 𝕯𝖆𝖞~♡

🌗 𝖂𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖜𝖔𝖑𝖋 𝕮𝖍𝖗𝖎𝖘

The wolf sighs as he leans back on the headboard, painting left aside after minutes of inspecting it and asking questions about it.

The bracelet made for Irene rests on her nightstand, the plushie and flowers left on the living room earlier, and the book, first gift of the day, has already been started and forgotten as the holiday went on and different activities took over.

Now, with the devil in his arm, the wolf caresses her side gently as she pulls out a letter from the box she received during Christmas.

"Open when it's... Valentine's day."

“ 'I still have a lot to figure out, but the one thing I know is, wherever you are, that's where I belong. I'll never belong anywhere like I belong with you. No matter what I'm feeling, I want you next to me. You're home to me.'

I remember the night we met, how I was looking for a distraction as I used to. I don't quite remember what I was running from anymore. I used to run away a lot, I guess. From people, responsibility, feelings, myself.

It was messy. I've always been messy, haven't I? I wasn't right in the head– I don't think I am still. I reckon I'm still broken, afraid. I still hold a lot of regrets, pain, anger. But I also believe that after all these years, I've learned to embrace a lot of the things I ran from. Not by myself, but with you. Even if it terrifies me, knowing I have a place to call my home, a place I'd die to protect, a someone I'd do anything for...

I remember the skepticism when we met that night at the club. The curiosity. The sex. The sex was awesome. Hard to forget a woman who could take it like you did.

But I also remember how you stuck around despite me being... Me. Despite me treating you the way I did. I remember how you still found me when you needed someone. And how you were there when I did. How you never turned your back on me. Even when I refused to admit I needed help, even when I didn't know I needed it. You were always there for me.

I don't remember a lot of my day to day, I guess the mind has a way of blocking out anything and everything that makes more harm than good. I don't remember a lot of my nights, I don't remember a lot of my fights, I don't remember a lot of my outings and get-aways. But I do remember you.

Every time, I remember you.

I remember coming to you when I finally crashed down. I remember finding you when I needed someone to be there for me. I remember you showing up to look after me. I remember you making silly online posts for me before we were even anything at all.

I remember when your laugh started making me smile, and when your smile started making my heart skip a beat. The way your scent started to linger around my place, my towel smelling like your shampoo after you used it on your hair, and how my kitchen slowly started to smell the more you were over.

I remember when your touch became safety, able to take away the nightmares. And when your heartbeat became peace, quitting down the non-stop rumble.

Somewhere along the way between hating myself and having found you, I fell in love in a way I had never known before. And I am not sure if somewhere within myself I knew you'd forever be the one, or if that realization came later, but I do remember the day I decided I'd never let go.

I remember the way we were wet head to toe, your barefoot feet on mine, the way I ruined Chan's suit with the rain, but with you in my arms, looking up at me the way you did...

I might be a man full of regrets. But you? I could never regret you in a million years.

I know I've never been the best of men, far from a partner someone could envy. I've messed up, I've probably made you mad more times than I've realized, and I've failed in areas that shouldn't be failed on. Yet, there's no doubt in my heart you've never been unsure of us. You've never second guessed us, even when I did. You've never second guessed me, even when you should have.

I have a way to go still to be the man you deserve in this life, to be the man you will remember for eternity. But I will try every day to become the one you never regret, either.

I was lost for a long time, and I still am not sure of my way. But I am sure I belong with you.

I want you forever. And I will not risk you anymore. Not with my fear, not my wounds, not my pain and anger.

I love you, and I will love you until there's nothing else for me to do."

———

“I still have a lot to figure out,

but the one thing I know is,

wherever you are,

that's where I belong."

[Fragment from "People We Meet On Vacation" - Emily Henry.]

@clubwnderland Irene 🌸

[moonlightchn]

¡𝕸𝖊𝖗𝖗𝖞 𝕮𝖍𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖒𝖆𝖘!

🌕 𝖂𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖜𝖔𝖑𝖋 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖓

Chan chuckles quietly as the pack cheers after receiving their gifts. He's always been rather thoughtful about them, after all, he's well aware of his members needs and wants.

And Mikyoung is no exception as he finally hands out the last gift, having her wait for a moment too as he gets the neatly wrapped but obvious present.

Both the guitar and note wait for Mikyoung inside the hard case, the inside velvety as to prevent the instrument from getting ruined, the guitar a dark polished brown, and an empty notebook for her to fill out with her notes and favorite songs.

"Merry Christmas, petal. No excuses now not to practice, hm? "

@oppositesattraxt Mikyoung 🌷

[moonlightchn]

¡𝕸𝖊𝖗𝖗𝖞 𝕮𝖍𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖒𝖆𝖘!

🌗 𝖂𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖜𝖔𝖑𝖋 𝕮𝖍𝖗𝖎𝖘

Chris hands Luna her gift after he's done with Irene's, the small box catching the eye of everyone as they stare curiously- After all, Chris isn't known for his gifts, of all things.

The pocket watch shines inside as it's opened, a hum of acknowledgment coming from the God sitting not far as Luna picks it up.

"So you stop being so early everywhere." It's a joke, of course, the instructions that came with giving away the actual purpose of it (other than time). "Might be useful sometime." He shrugs as if dismissing the actual thought he put into it, leaning back on the couch and motioning with a hand for the exhanges to continue.

He certainly isn't known for his sensibility either.

@lunaaofthemoon 🌙

[moonlightchn]

¡𝕸𝖊𝖗𝖗𝖞 𝕮𝖍𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖒𝖆𝖘!

🌓 𝖂𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖜𝖔𝖑𝖋 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖎𝖊

Of course, Channie wouldn't give his fiancé JUST a pair of socks and a little ornament.

Channie struggled to keep the secret, having asked Chris to please bring the gifts for him as he didn't want to ruin the surprise, and then taking them into the room once Jongin was distracted trying to make amends with Jangmi. Though he isn't sure how well that worked, knowing the other wolf to be a little nosy.

Despite everything, the gifts made it to christmas morning, and after all the other gifts were handed out and dealt with, once everyone retreated to their rooms to get dressed for the day, Channie finally handed out both bags to the man, a sheepish smile as he sang song a "Merry Christmas".

@clubwnderland Jongin 🐺

[moonlightchn]

¡𝕸𝖊𝖗𝖗𝖞 𝕮𝖍𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖒𝖆𝖘!

🌓 𝖂𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖜𝖔𝖑𝖋 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖎𝖊

Channie giggles as his turns to hand out gifts comes, the wolf excitedly picking up all 4 boxes, the wrapping color coded with the notes stuck to them.

"I hope everyone likes them! I made them all myself! We can all wear them for breakfast it'd be so funny! "

He doesn't comment on the messy insides of the socks or the way some are looser than others on the stitches, the hobby having been picked up specifically for this purpose, but he claps happily as Jangmi is the first to finish putting them on and showing off without complainant.

Channie's gifts are always a bit silly, a little useless even, but they're always made with love and care, and he does hope thats always enough.

@clubwnderland @lunaaofthemoon @doom-bc

[moonlightchn]

¡𝕸𝖊𝖗𝖗𝖞 𝕮𝖍𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖒𝖆𝖘!

🌗 𝖂𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖜𝖔𝖑𝖋 𝕮𝖍𝖗𝖎𝖘

The small wooden box is handed out with the rest of the gifts, the inside filled with handmade figurines, each with a tag reading the name of the pet they represent – As it turns out, painting is actually way harder than Chris had originally assumed, so a name tag was the best next thing. Though the woman doesn't seem to mind, the detail overlooked as she instead picks out the dog first and shows it off to the rest.

A successful gift, he guesses.

The second box, bigger, heavier, and more personal, awaits under the bed in their room. The wolf seems a bit more on edge about this one as he reaches for it once Irene's gotten back in bed, both deciding to start the day a little bit later. He doesn't comment, simply opening it up and handing the woman a closed envelope- A bunch more of them neatly packed inside.

@clubwnderland Irene 🌸

[moonlightchn]

incoming text message from:

jiwoo ✉️ -> alpha chan

Hey, Alpha Chan. You said to message if I needed anything and a couple of us have been talking... Anyway, to the point. As you know, we have a few pups in the pack of various ages. One of the oldest, my son, is an unclaimed pup who has been getting a lot of attention from Alpha Sangyeon as of late.

Part of pack tradition is that the male pups start their training when they are coming into their teens. They are trained to fight, to attack, and begin to learn their place in the pack hierarchy. My sweet Sunwoo has gone from being a gentle soul to acting out and showing signs of aggression, he's been arguing back and misbehaving. Alpha Sangyeon has been trying to claim my son as his prodigy and I'm getting more and more concerned as time goes.

Mikyoung has always had a special connection with Sunwoo. When I was being a rut companion, Mikyoung would care for Sunwoo, and it was always hard to get him back. If you ask her, she'll tell you about him, I'm sure.

The girls and I have been talking and we have decided that, if you are willing to take us in, we would like to leave Crystal River and join you, and Mikyoung. She's great with the pups, Sooyoung's two still spend a lot of time with her through school, but I'm hoping that under a good Alpha, and with Mikyoung's help, our pups can have a safer future. And I won't have to watch my son become a killer like the rest of this pack.

I hope to hear you from you shortly.

[moonlightchn]

𝖂𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖜𝖔𝖑𝖋 𝕮𝖍𝖗𝖎𝖘 𝕽𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖘 🌗

Chris' head turns towards the window as the first rays of sun begin to peak through. Another restless night, but another night he's made it through.

Another year he's survived.

Irene sleeps soundly on their bed, the cats joining her, occupying his space as if to prevent her from noticing his absence. Keeping her warm. Safe. Happy. He promised he'd join her in bed later, made sure she went ahead first to get enough sleep, not disturb her. A kiss on her forehead, a weak smile that gave away the turmoil in his mind– She still left, knowing better than to fight his decision. Knowing better than to push his state.

He promised he'd join her later, and instead, the wolf rubs his face, head tilted back once again over the armrest of the couch, blanket messy over his frame. The night came and went in a flash. Like the last few nights had.

It kills him. Every time.

Every year that goes by feels like a bad dream when the date comes around. The memories, the smells, the decorations. It's taunting in a way, he thinks. People know. Everyone knows. The Hunt wasn't even that long ago. And yet everyone acts like it never happened. A tragedy forgotten to time, to species. The majority wasn't affected anyway, were them? Humans.

Humans never cared and never will. With their stupid masks, their tone deaf celebrations, their sick tradition of dressing up as the others. The outcasts.

The monsters.

Yeah. Outdated, maybe. And yet, the reality still.

Checking the time for the first time, he sighs quietly as he pushes himself up, bones cracking slightly as he stretches and makes his way up to the bedroom, a new tired smile on his face at the sight of the newest addition cuddled up next to the devil's head. He thinks about it for a moment, ponders on his options– He could just leave. Scribble a quick note, send a small text. She'll forgive him, or so he hopes.

Or maybe, this could be the last time. She's tried, truly, to understand. He knows. He knows she's tried to understand despite his lack of compromise on sharing. He knows she's tried her best to give space, and still be supportive. But how much more can she take, really?

How much more can he take.

Chris is careful as he walks over, crouching down next to the woman to be eye level as he tucks away a strand of hair before his hand lingers on her skin, the soft touch stirring her awake barely.

"Wake up, babygirl... We have somewhere to be."

The ride is quiet, no questions asked from the woman as she simply followed the instructions given– Dress warm, get coffee to go, leave her phone behind.

It's not unusual, but it is kind of given the date.

No music plays, the road empty as it's still early on a Monday. The deeper they go, the more autumn sets. Irene recognizes the road up until she doesn't, and while Chris can tell shes curious, he doesn't speak.

It's not comfortable. For the first time in forever. It's not a comfortable quiet. It's not natural, it's not light.

The silence is heavy, deafening, filled with uncertainty. The air is thick.

He can't take it anymore.

The car eventually comes to a stop, a walk ahead she didn't expect but Chris guides her smoothly through the woods, familiar with the area.

It's empty, abandoned even as they walk past an old construction, the walls falling down, time having made itself present on them. It still takes some minutes, a small bridge, and walking through forgotten stones to a far away corner for them to reach their destination.

Chris helps Irene over, legs over the fallen trunk he's used as a chair countless of times, and as her eyes fall on the slightly messed up stones, the wolf walks over to clean them off some.

"It's been a second... My bad. I brought Irene today, hope that's okay..."

His voice is quiet, whatever he's sharing now meant to be kept between him and the wind. His hands brush at the cold material roughly, nails scratching almost from memory as he cleans out the names carved in them.

Hannah Bang.

Lucas Bang.

[moonlightchn]

I'm merely a bystander in this mishap, but I've been around long enough to know that throughout Irene and Chris interaction and bond, it hasn't been questioned till recently until it's brought into light of her, her capabilities, where she stands as a powerful and independent woman with a leading role and they think as events play out, this anon has any right to question and try to "enlighten" that Chris doesn't care? For Christ's sake people. You think you're doing justice as cowards to "point out" that Chris needs some ways of letting out frustrations and needing to have "some fun" while Irene is by herself in, mind you, the safety of a room of someone she trusts and can't interact??

Excuse you. Chris has done everything he can and has ACTUALLY done more than many could imagine for two who aren't romantically involved. Actually, it's quite a blessing to see such a bond for FICTIONAL people under the inspiration of idols. It's really no one's business to intervene or make comment when you and muse Admin have a clear understanding of their bond. No one is at fault and I merely mock the anon for thinking they have an affect at all for either parties and the Admins :)

If they're frightened because Irene actually highlights strong women independence, being rather, and dare I assume, sexist, just because it's a proper representation of how power and strength can be shown through any gender of a kind and be encouraged and appreciated, than suck my non-existent cock. Because seeing how the progression of Irene throughout actual situations of gaining power and freedom, showing incredible characteristics of confidence, to then showing that she's still capable of being hurt and needing to find her footing again just shows how well she's been created and that people in REAL LIFE also struggle with this, struggle like this.

So this anon better think twice before blabbering because what they're doing has no significance and that Irene and Chris are VERY stable.

I would reveal who I am, but, I'd probably scare you. Dhfhjf but, you definitely have my support for both and stay strong ☺️ Whoever this rat is will be forgotten in no time after this

I WANNA KNOW WHO YOU ARE TO KISS YOUR BRAIN nothing to add just let me stand up to clap

[clubwnderland]

Just like to point out, 4 years later, they are STILL going strong and very stable. Domestic even

[moonlightchn]

[moonlightchn]

A letter and a paper bag arrives to Chan, just before lunch time, the sender left unknown even if the writing on the envelope is a dead giveaway.

Inside the envelope is a card, a silly little card that’s so bright and full of wishes. The handwriting is neat and tidy to hide the fact it was written with a shaky hand.

Dearest Chan,

Happy birthday! I hope this is okay and that I haven’t crossed a line but… it felt wrong knowing that it’s your birthday and not saying anything. I sent you some lunch as I know you’d be working and probably would forget to eat.

I hope you are taking care of yourself and that everything is well with you. Don’t work too hard, okay?

Jangmi x

Inside the bag is a homemade protein salad, a healthy meal for the working wolf. This was something she would bring him whenever she stopped by quickly to bother him, a meal she would always scrunch her nose up at but made every time.

A sign that she cared. A sign that she still cares.

[moonlightchn]

The wolf stares at the small letter on his desk for way longer than needed. Way longer than he should. Way longer than he realizes. He stares at the way the paper folds perfectly in the middle, the design on the corners from the woman's favorite notebook. The handwriting a bit too perfect, the formality a bit too foreign. He stares. Stares at it. Expectant. Stares as if by doing so, something else would happen at all. As if he'd be illuminated. As if the feeling in his gut would go away.

The food remains untouched even hours later. He wouldn't be able to get a bite down if he tried. His work has been halted for the time being. He wouldn't be able to concentrate enough to make anything good. He rolls closer once again, not daring to pick the letter back up, the soft scent of her perfume still lingering in his hands from simply unboxing the contents.

He shouldn't feel this way. He should know better. He should just text her a thank you and move on, but her last message haunts him. Unanswered. Read a million times, and yet... So he stares. In silence. Letting her slip further away. That's something he's always excelled at, after all. Letting people slip away.

The wolf eventually sighs, clock letting him know he's spent half of his afternoon in thought.

Things are bagged back up, placed on the side to take home. It'll be handled later. Or not.

[moonlightchn]

A letter and a paper bag arrives to Chan, just before lunch time, the sender left unknown even if the writing on the envelope is a dead giveaway.

Inside the envelope is a card, a silly little card that’s so bright and full of wishes. The handwriting is neat and tidy to hide the fact it was written with a shaky hand.

Dearest Chan,

Happy birthday! I hope this is okay and that I haven’t crossed a line but… it felt wrong knowing that it’s your birthday and not saying anything. I sent you some lunch as I know you’d be working and probably would forget to eat.

I hope you are taking care of yourself and that everything is well with you. Don’t work too hard, okay?

Jangmi x

Inside the bag is a homemade protein salad, a healthy meal for the working wolf. This was something she would bring him whenever she stopped by quickly to bother him, a meal she would always scrunch her nose up at but made every time.

A sign that she cared. A sign that she still cares.

[moonlightchn]

The hybrid lets go of the God's hand as soon as they have appeared into the wolves' apartment, startling Jongin and causing him to mutter curses under his breath. "Warning next time," he grumbles but Jangmi doesn't pay him any attention as she rushes over to the birthday boy.

"Happy birthday to my favourite musketeer!" She smiles brightly, showing the bags of goodies that she's holding in her hand. "Jongin said you've got some old journals and well, you have a lot of new memories that you might want to cherish!" She giggles as she wiggles her eyebrows. "I got you everything you'll need for adding to that collection."

She passes Channie the collection of bags, letting the wolf go through what she had bought for him. Stickers, washi tape, pens and more fill the bag to the point he wouldn't need to get anything else.

"There's also some birthday muffins in there for you to take to your parents for lunch." Jangmi points out when Channie finally gets to the last bag to reveal her currently favourite obsession: caramel chocolate chip muffins. "Don't let him eat them all either!" She points a glare at Jongin before turning back to smile at Channie. "They are allllll yours, Birthday Musketeer A-Channie!"

[moonlightchn]

Channie giggles as his head shakes at her comments, hands quickly beginning to unload the bags on the table and sorting everything out by size, color, and use.

"Woah! It's so much! I could journal every day for a year and not run out." He jokes, looking back at the hybrid for a second before finally fishing out the muffins box. "Oh, wow... These look SO good! I could eat them all right now– I won't but I could!"

The friends laugh as Channie walks over, hugging the girl tightly and thanking her for the gifts.

He quickly invites her to sit, rushing to the bedroom and coming back a moment later with organizers and boxes to put everything away and show Jangmi what he already owns.

Doom is now forgotten as he takes a seat on the couch, quickly dissociating from reality. Jongin, well, overcoming his awkwardness decides to focus on something else, knowing Channie will be distracted and busy from the next couple of minutes. But hey, not like anyone would tell him nothing! After all, he's the birthday boy.

[moonlightchn]

The hybrid lets go of the God's hand as soon as they have appeared into the wolves' apartment, startling Jongin and causing him to mutter curses under his breath. "Warning next time," he grumbles but Jangmi doesn't pay him any attention as she rushes over to the birthday boy.

"Happy birthday to my favourite musketeer!" She smiles brightly, showing the bags of goodies that she's holding in her hand. "Jongin said you've got some old journals and well, you have a lot of new memories that you might want to cherish!" She giggles as she wiggles her eyebrows. "I got you everything you'll need for adding to that collection."

She passes Channie the collection of bags, letting the wolf go through what she had bought for him. Stickers, washi tape, pens and more fill the bag to the point he wouldn't need to get anything else.

"There's also some birthday muffins in there for you to take to your parents for lunch." Jangmi points out when Channie finally gets to the last bag to reveal her currently favourite obsession: caramel chocolate chip muffins. "Don't let him eat them all either!" She points a glare at Jongin before turning back to smile at Channie. "They are allllll yours, Birthday Musketeer A-Channie!"

[moonlightchn]

Luna presses her phone to her ear, a small smile on her lips as she hears Chris’ gruff answer as if she’s disturbed his peace. “Are you dressed and appropriate for a sisterly visit or should I drop and go?”

There’s no answer but instead, the witch waits a few moments before the door is opened and she’s met with an… appropriate looking Christopher. “Happy 28th birthday,” she lifts the box carrying the cake to show she comes bearing food while the small gift bag dangles off her arm. “I won’t stay long, I just wanted to drop things off before heading into the city.”

After giving the wolf a warm hug, she follows him into the house where she’s greeted by Irene and all their cats. “I hope I’m not intruding!” She takes note of Irene’s robe and the fresh marks littering her skin before looking back at Chris. “God, she looks like you’ve tried to kill her!”

A soft chuckle sounds from the other woman before she gives the two of them some space. Luna shakes her head, “anyway, the reason I’m here!” She gives Chris the small bag and lets him look through it.

“You’ve got crystals and stones galore, one of the most magically resistant wolves I’ve ever known but these ones are special.” She plucks one of the amethyst crystals out of his palm and demonstrates. “If you ever feel stressed or anxious, these are calming crystals to help you relax.” She closes her hand around the purple crystal and takes a deep breath, allowing the warmth radiating from within the crystal to spread through her.

Luna places it back into Chris’ palm before giving him a moment to open up the neatly wrapped picture frame. “This one is… well, it’s not fancy or magical or anything really…” The picture is one of the two of them, a picture taken last year when the witch had practically begged the wolf to take one with her. “I just thought you’d also like a picture of us, that’s all.”

It’s a bit embarrassing now that she thinks about it but oh well, it’s been said now.

[moonlightchn]

Luna's visit, as usual for the date, doesn't come unexpectedly. Nonetheless, it's still poorly timed as the wolf pulls away from his lover, making her aware of the waiting witch and helping her close her robe back up before he fixes his own clothes and heads to the door.

"Yeah, whatever. It's fine." He doesn't sound bothered at all, especially so as he takes the cake box from the woman before letting her in.

The couch has already been prepared for the visits, with Irene greeting Luna from next to it and Chris chuckling to himself at the comment about her state. His eyes then follow as the devil walks away, right away proceeding to open the cake box, but interrupted as the witch catches his attention again with the gifts instead.

The wolf listens as he opens the bag, spotting the crystals first and pulling them out for her to take one. He can feel the energy they bear as it is and nods at her explanation as she demonstrates the proper use. He doesn't question it, knowing better than making comments that could put him on the spotlight, and just mumbles a quiet "alright" before reaching for the box, still waiting inside the bag.

The picture, though, it seems to surprise him some. Eyebrows furrowing barely as he holds the frame in a hand, eyes inspecting the picture carefully, as if recalling the day in his mind.

Silence settles for a second, maybe longer than needed, and then he just hums.

"Thanks. I'll, uh, have Irene put it up somewhere."

It's not new for him, this dynamic they share. He's not new to having a family. He's not new to being someone's brother. It just feels... Different. Distant. Still bittersweet. He just has to get used to it again.

"So... Want cake?"