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dragontold​:

“kee-stin,” he repeats the name softly several times, as if committing it to his own memory. it was a beautiful name and a shame that she had ever had to whiten it for people who refused to just learn the name. he gives her a soft smile, still careful where he looked.

“oh,” he says, though he says it happily. “thank you?” he’s not quite sure if she’s saying she likes him, but he hopes so. he likes making friends and being soft - neither of those things exactly matched up to the life he was forced into. but luckily his siblings didn’t mind picking up the slack for him.

the woman smiled softly down at aaron as he practiced her name, tilting her head a little bit to the side. curious little creature, wasn’t he? at his ‘thank you?’, though, she couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh.

“it’s a compliment. usually your lot are more into the... stabbing and shooting thing when they see me. even if they don’t know i’m a wolf.” she hummed, brushing a bit of dirt off of her tattooed skin. “maybe i should have rephrased it as ‘i don’t meet many humans that like me’, yeah?”

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dragontold​:

as she replied to his pun, he looked quite embarrassed at himself for making it. already he gave her a kinda awkward look, clearly regretting the pun already. when she finally introduced himself, he smiled - then frowned. “if you tell me how its pronounced, i will learn to say it correctly,” he promises. “if i can say tchaivosky, i can learn to say your name correctly. you shouldn’t have to whiten your name for anyone.” if aaron could learn to speak the many languages he spoke, he could learn to say someone’s name without them having to whiten it for him. that was his firm belief.

looking her straight in the eyes, aaron says in a serious tone; “tell me and i will make sure i learn it correctly. this was your people’s country first, the least i can do is be respectful to you.” and he means it too. he may have been raised in hate, but aaron was so dead set on being kind and respectful to everyone. everyone. as far as he was concerned, no one deserved the treatment they got for being minorities. not even non-humans.

the woman had just bent down to pull on and lace up her boots, but paused, almost looking-- surprised. in her four hundred years of life, nobody outside of her own people had ever cared enough to want to try and pronounce her proper name. she hesitated, before offering the man an even warmer smile. “kee-stin.” she said softly after a moment, head tilting as she looked him over curiously. interesting little thing, wasn’t he? “it’s cree. it means... strong wind, hurricane, and-or tempest winds.”

she did not bother with a shirt as she walked back over-- actually, she might not have brought one with her in the first place, so it was just the tactical pants and heavy boots for now. a look, honestly. “you’re quite a sweet little human, aren’t you? can’t say i’ve ever met a human i actually liked.” oh, no. tempest no.

[archivedandy]

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dragontold​:

even with verbal confirmation that he could look, aaron still kept his eyes averted. partially to show respect and partially because he was an awkward little virgin who got red and splotchy in the face just looking at someone naked. he was a sweet boy, too sweet for his profession. “that’s okay, the trees and their leaves are very pretty and interesting so its okay if i look at them.”

he gently rubs his chest where she’d bumped into him and smiles softly, politely. “i’m aaron wolfe,” he says with a little nod. and then he giggled. “i’m wolfe and you are wolf!” his eyes finally met hers, cheeks red and a happy look on his face at his childish joke. and then he straightens up, looking a bit ashamed of himself for such a stupid remark. his parents would have scolded him for it, hell - benji’s parents would have hit him for it. he was an adult, he shouldn’t make stupid jokes. but then again … he was also very clearly acting friendly towards a non human. he truly wasn’t cut for the hunter life.

tempest tilted her head, letting out a quiet laugh once again as aaron spoke. it wasn’t her first run-in with a non-wolf while she was out burning off energy; four hundred years of life left little in the way of new experiences, really. “well, alright then. you do you, darlin’.” she’d reply, her own eyes lifting for a moment as a light smirk played across her face. 

though, her train of thought was derailed when she heard his joke-- a pun, no less, and her face went through a few different phases. a confused look, and then deadpan exasperation, before following up with a laugh and a shake of her head. “nice ta’ meet you, little wolfe.” she hummed, tilting her head a bit as she looked around before finally crossing towards a particular tree, tugging a pair of black tactical pants off of it and starting to slide them on, barely fitting over her hips. “my name’s tempest. well-- kîstin, actually, but that’s cree for tempest and i got tired a’ tryin’ to get white people to pronounce it right.” she snorted.

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dragontold​:

once she was back in her human form, aaron was quick to avert his eyes. hazel gaze turned anywhere but at her - cheeks tinted red. he would never stare at someone unclothed, that was an invasion of privacy. of course he’d met wolves before and knew that clothes did not shift with their forms and nudity came with the territory. hell, the wolves he knew almost never wore clothing unless specifically asked, nudity meant so little to them in comparison to the humans they hung around.

but still - his gaze shifted awkwardly around the park, constantly shifting what he was looking at. “its okay!” he says softly. hands are held up to his chest, constantly rubbing his hands nervously. he wasn’t confident or brave enough to be in the profession he was in. “i came out of nowhere, i’m sorry,” he says softly. “i hope i didn’t bother you or interrupt anything.”

she couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow as his eyes quickly lifted high and away. tempest grinned then, a low rumble of a laugh rolling heavy out of her chest. “you don’t have to look away, ya’ know.” it was an interesting accent, the way she spoke; distinctly ‘rez’. look, it was a thing, okay? she rocked up on her heels, grinning sweetly down at him before relaxing again. 

“oh, you’re fine. ain’t your fault, you were just walkin’ around.” she hummed, leaning back against one of the larger trees behind her. so many goddamn tattoos. some were so faded that they looked at least a century old; most, actually, but they’d all been clearly touched up at some point in the past... decade, perhaps. “bother, no. interrupt-- maybe, but that’s no big thing. jus’ tryin’ to get energy out anyway, mhm. you seem sweet, though. what’s your name?”

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dragontold​:

when she bumped her nose against him, aaron instinctively gave her a few pats. he ended up sitting up carefully, surprised he wasn’t hurt. “i’m sorry,” he says again softly, not having meant to run into her. the sound of popping bones makes him furrow his brows. was she changing? he had assumed she was a werewolf of some sort - there weren’t many giant wolves naturally… or all really. he backed himself up into a tree, suddenly worried that she had somehow realised he was a hunter and was about to attack him for it.

tempest could not, in fact, smell the hunter on the man. it didn’t exactly work that way. no, she just found it much easier to talk when she had vocal cords capable of forming words instead of just intimidating sounds. the shift itself was kind of awful; the way bones popped and snapped and moved around and re-fused in different places, fur fell away and skin and flesh alike split open in a wash of clear fluid, reshaping itself with her bones.

but once it was done, a very tall, muscular, and heavily tattooed woman was left standing in the wolf’s place. head to toe covered in tribal-style tattoos, sclerae of her eyes blacked out completely and keeping her mismatched green and brown irises on display. of course, a wolf didn’t shift with their clothing, so she was bare to the open air and didn’t seem to mind at all.

“i didn’t see you there ‘til it was too late. sorry about that.”

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“You’re more comfortable than the couch.” -- Rose @ Chris

( I tried answering this last night and couldn’t do it XD ) 

“That’s saying something.” Chris rolled his eyes and wrapped an arm around Rosemary. He’d been meaning to get rid of the couch, but he hadn’t yet. He was too busy with his recording, and since the band couldn’t do much concert wise, he was stuck writing songs. If she hadn’t been around him, he’d probably be worse off than he was. “I’ll probably get rid of it soon, I’m starting to hate it myself.” 

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savagethrone​:

Chris rolled his eyes again at the mention of her stealing from a furniture store that she hated. Sounded like Azzy. He frowned when she stretched and winced, though he’d think that he’d be used to that already. He allowed his hands to relax around her again after she’d settled down, and laughed a little. “Yeah, I don’t doubt that for a second. Where is she anyway?” The singer asked, leaning over to kiss her on the forehead. 

Rosemary chirped a bit, kissing his cheek gently as she settled down more. “Uh... Maybe with Ricky?” Rosemary offered, looking up at him with a soft hum. “If she’s not with him, probably all cooped up in her garage working with her robot stuff. There’s some new game coming out that she’s really excited about and it made her throw herself into the... Cybernetics? More.”

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; i was at driver training for most of today but i’m home now, just tired as fuck. almost 21 years old and i’m only just now putting more effort in towards my license, but at least i’m doing it.

[domblud]

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[princessofdeath]

[devildcreatures-deactivated2020]

“You’re more comfortable than the couch.” -- Rose @ Chris

( I tried answering this last night and couldn’t do it XD ) 

“That’s saying something.” Chris rolled his eyes and wrapped an arm around Rosemary. He’d been meaning to get rid of the couch, but he hadn’t yet. He was too busy with his recording, and since the band couldn’t do much concert wise, he was stuck writing songs. If she hadn’t been around him, he’d probably be worse off than he was. “I’ll probably get rid of it soon, I’m starting to hate it myself.” 

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savagethrone​:

His own arms went around Rosemary when she hugged him tighter, pressing his lips against her head gently in a light kiss and settled against her, just letting himself enjoy it for a minute before he answered her. “What, does she just have a vast collection of stores in there she can just conjure something from?” He hummed, letting his fingers trace up her arms. “That couch better be something better than this.” 

Rosemary couldn’t help but grin, closing her eyes for a moment as she snuggled in nice and close. “I dunno. I mean, logically, she probably has to take it from somewhere in the world, right? Maybe there’s, like, a furniture store that she just really particularly hates and steals from all the time.” Rosemary snorted, stretching her limbs and wincing sharply as her back popped, before relaxing again. “Knowing her, though, it’ll probably be waaay overboard.”

[devildcreatures-deactivated2020]

“You’re more comfortable than the couch.” -- Rose @ Chris

( I tried answering this last night and couldn’t do it XD ) 

“That’s saying something.” Chris rolled his eyes and wrapped an arm around Rosemary. He’d been meaning to get rid of the couch, but he hadn’t yet. He was too busy with his recording, and since the band couldn’t do much concert wise, he was stuck writing songs. If she hadn’t been around him, he’d probably be worse off than he was. “I’ll probably get rid of it soon, I’m starting to hate it myself.” 

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savagethrone​:

Chris smiled as she settled into his chest, her face right up against his neck. He loved the attention, and as she spoke, he listened and nodded. Leaning his head closer to her as she kissed his jaw, he purred softly and felt himself relax when she mentioned Azzy. Even though they liked to be little shits to each other, he was still grateful for her help. “Yeah, but then where would we sit?” He questioned, only teasing. “I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages.” 

Rosemary knew that Azrael loved Chris like a brother, and she teased him juuust like she teased her actual siblings. So, she had no qualms against asking the celestial for help when it was needed. “I ‘unno. We can get her to bring in a new couch.” Rosemary giggled a bit, hugging Chris a bit tighter. “I don’t ask her where she gets stuff from, honestly. She probably absconds it from some random store in that library in her head.”

[keepingupwitholi]

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[keepingupwitholi]

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“You’re more comfortable than the couch.” -- Rose @ Chris

( I tried answering this last night and couldn’t do it XD ) 

“That’s saying something.” Chris rolled his eyes and wrapped an arm around Rosemary. He’d been meaning to get rid of the couch, but he hadn’t yet. He was too busy with his recording, and since the band couldn’t do much concert wise, he was stuck writing songs. If she hadn’t been around him, he’d probably be worse off than he was. “I’ll probably get rid of it soon, I’m starting to hate it myself.” 

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Rosemary huffed and gave a bit of a wiggle as she settled into Chris’s chest, tucking her face right up against his neck and winding her arms around him. “I know you’ve been busy.” She said sweetly, tilting her head back so she could plant an affectionate kiss to Chris’s jaw. “We could always get Azzy to get rid of it for us. It takes her like, two seconds. More time to spend together instead, yes?”

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"Hey this is crazy but youre really hot? Fuck me maybe?" - leta to tempest princeofpiercingsandink

Tempest blinked, raising an eyebrow slowly as she pulled her long, dark braid forward to rest over her shoulder and chest. “Bit forward, aren’t we?” She replied, voice deep and grit-rough from past smoke inhalation. Then, thick lips stretched up into a wide, cheeky grin. “Lucky for you, I’m into that.”

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princeofpiercingsandink​:

“Damn.” he sighed sadly as Leta leaned into her and kissed her neck sweetly.

“And plus you act like you think you could get in on this… which yaknow… wouldn’t end well for you.” Leta mentioned, “Temp would probably destroy you before my thighs did.”

Tempest laughed quietly, smushing herself against Leta and closing her eyes for a moment. “I’m nicer to boys sometimes.” Sometimes.