for the love of --

Mateo Silvestri. 30 years old. // American-Italian. Biology professor at Sunnybrooke Community College. [ Werewolf. Beta. ]

[mr-silvestri]

hybrid-felix·:

Felix glanced down at his arm, as Mateo grabbed him and pulled him away from the memorial. “I’m looking for my siblings,” he said, glancing over his shoulder at the plot of land where people were gathering, before turning his gaze to Mateo. He blinked, recognizing him after a moment. “Mateo. The Beta. Have you seen my siblings?” He felt like he was missing something. Mateo was obviously angry, but Felix couldn’t recall why he would be.

   It pissed off Mateo all the more that Felix remained rather emotionless at the whole thing. “Yes, but--” cutting himself off, he paused, a steely gaze thrown at the hybrid’s way. “What the fuck? Get out of here, Felix. Don’t make me say it a third time, or I’m dragging your ass out of here.” he warned, as his grip around Felix's arm tightened with rage. The beta was unwilling to be pacified or rational in the moment. 

[mr-silvestri]

dragon-tala·:

Tala nodded along to his description, grinning faintly. “So, a sweet, warm girl who’s sentimental and doesn’t talk too much,” she surmised, wondering if she knew anyone who fit that description.

   “Well, they can talk, too.” he chuckled heartily. “Honestly, Tala? I’m not picky.” he added, shrugging. He wasn’t going to be running through a checklist anyway; he would much rather accommodate than be accommodated to. “I promise you, it’s not like I’m going to tick off boxes.”

[thexclairvoyant]

Memento Mori || OPEN

[mr-silvestri]

thexclairvoyant·:

The medium tilted her head warmly to the side, features softening to see Mateo being just as awkward as she was when she confessed she liked him. Her hands kept smoothly running through his locks of hair and found herself staring at his deep eyes. To say she was mesmerized would be an understatement. He was just so handsome, so kind and…entrancing.

Moving one of her hands from his head, her fingers smoothly traced out the shape of his lips, trailing around to stroke along the underside of his jaw as she found herself speechless…almost breathless.

“Mateo?”

   Fingers ran through his brown locks, continuously soothing him. Had he known that she was this affectionate and giddy, maybe he would have taken the chance to kiss her earlier. They settled into each other eagerly, finding himself willingly entangled in her. 

   “Yes?” he murmured rather breathlessly, gazing at her still. “Anything you need?” His tone was as playful as it could possibly be.

[thexclairvoyant]

Memento Mori || OPEN

[mr-silvestri]

thexclairvoyant·:

Celine’s body melted sweetly into Mateo’s touch as her face leaned in to his hand cradling her cheek. Her own thumb brushed his high cheek bone gingerly while their lips locked before she sighed to pulling back when Mateo cut off the sweet embrace. Her eyes fluttered open too, a wide smile curling her lips to him being speechless as she simply laughed.

Her arms snaked more around Mateo’s neck, head tilting back in pure joy as her laugh rang throughout the small garden. Glancing back up to the Beta as her fingers combed through his hair, Celine sighed lovingly unaware of her hair starting to have some color return at the tips.

“Speechless are we?” she teased gently, both hands reaching up to cradle his face.

   Deep within him, Mateo could swore something stir. For the longest time that he knew Celine, he didn’t think that they would end up like this. And now, he couldn’t even imagine not being able to kiss her. 

   It was like seeing her in a different light, one that served to be the most flattering of them all. Her laughter rang, sounding like music to his ears. Her touches were light and gentle, causing him to briefly close his eyes as her finger tips grazed at his scalp. The action was soothing, just like her. 

   “Yeah...” Somehow, he was afraid to say anything that could ruin the moment. “I--” What could he say more? No coherent words were forming in his head, as his attention was taken fully by her.

[mr-silvestri]

hybrid-felix‌:

It was a memorial service. He could tell that from the gathering in front of the monument; everyone dressed in black and wearing somber expressions. He felt like he should feel something about all this, but he felt nothing.

The monitor around his ankle flashed green intermittently. When the FBI released him back into Sunnybrooke, they told him they’d be monitoring him closely. They seemed confident that he wouldn’t murder anyone else, at least, Cristofer had told them that he wouldn’t, and they seemed to believe him. Why did they believe him? Wasn’t he supposed to be in their custody?

Felix grimaced, as a wave of pain came over him, pulsating behind his skull. He pressed his palm against his forehead. After a moment, the pain passed. What had he just been thinking about? He couldn’t remember. Oh. The memorial.

He was back in Sunnybrooke, and there was a memorial.

He stepped toward it, looking for his siblings. They needed to be together. Cristofer needed them to be together.

   He was the last person Mateo expected to see at the memorial service. 

   The whole of Sunnybrooke community had gathered together by the town square. There, they were dressed to mourn the people they had lost, the lives that could never come back. It was a heartbreaking moment, but one that needed to be lived through. It was a step necessary for moving on, for finally dealing with the grief. For letting go.

   So when the beta wolf caught sight of the hybrid, he couldn’t help but have a shift in his emotions. The boy was responsible for Honey’s death. Honey, the beautiful, kind-hearted girl who met her fate at an incredibly early age. Just the sight of him was enough to trigger back all the harrowing grief he felt. Deep within him, anger stirred. 

   Without hesitation, Mateo moved from his spot, wordless as he walked amongst the throng, such that he grabbed the hybrid by the arm, dragging him as he headed for the periphery of the surrounding. “Felix, what are you doing here?” he hissed, chocolate hues narrowing dangerously. “You shouldn’t be here.”

[mr-silvestri]

dragon-tala·:

“Well … I’ve only ever done it once before,” Tala admitted. “But the two are together now, so I suppose I’m good at it. All we can do is try, right?” She grinned. “First I need to know your type, though, so I can keep a look out for anyone that matches it.” She propped her chin in her hand, grinning over at him and raising her eyebrows, eager for something to focus on other than her own disastrous love life.

   The way she was putting in, Mateo could only agree. Maybe he could let Tala have a gamble at his love life. What was there to lose? 

   “Oh wait, are we doing this now?” he chuckled, sounding slightly taken by surprise as his eyes lit up. “I do like a girl who pays attention. Someone warm. Someone who can stand me and my boring rants from time to time.” Another breathy chuckle left him, before resuming his list. “Someone in touch with their emotions, definitely.”

[mr-silvestri]

jaymes-alpha·:

“I mean he did stand in my way of killing something. So either he’s insane or brave.” The alpha hesitated with a chuckle, “Actually. It could be both. It’s probably both.”

“Your puns are hell.” She rolled her eyes, “So I think I’ll start with Fleetwood Mac, Rumors of course. I know the whole album so that should be good for a few miles. If you want a head start in your escape attempt you should probably go now because this is starting now.”

   “He’s definitely both.” Any chance that he could take a jab at the border guard, he was more than glad to take.

  Jaymes, as always, had no brakes on her. And her being her, she liked to play games with her beta, games he didn’t exactly like. “No no no no -- I’m not ready!” he frantically panicked, looking incredibly stressed out in a snap. He was almost positive that she was going to bolt.

[mr-silvestri]

jaymes-alpha·:

A smirk crossed her face, “I mean. I do know. Boy can hold his ground pretty well. He’s not afraid of the big bad wolf.” 

“Oh Jesus Christ. Torture me with your puns now Silvestri. I will sing the entire time we run. I will literally chase you singing the most ridiculous songs I know all the words to. I’ve done it before. I’ll do it again. It’s good for my cardio.”

   Mateo could barely stifle the scoff on his lips, letting it leave. “Sure he wasn’t.” It was her words that carried the double meaning. 

   “My puns are funny as hell.” he rebutted, wagging his brows playfully still. “That is if I go running with you. I’m still not entirely convinced.” Truth be told, the beta would have gone running with her in a heartbeat; he just liked to play around with her for the sake of it.

[thexclairvoyant]

Memento Mori || OPEN

[mr-silvestri]

thexclairvoyant·:

Celine’s features softened to see the genuine smile on Mateo’s face, eyes closing as he closed the gap between them and their lips sweetly pressed together. Her hand gingerly reached up to stroke the small stubble on the Beta’s cheek, boldly pressing in her lips more to deepen the kiss ever so slightly.

Her other hand snuck up to settle over Mateo’s beating heart while she relaxed to his touch. The medium’s face and skin was still warm from the rush of emotions…but it was calming and welcoming and she had hoped she would feel it more.

   The first kiss took Mateo by utter surprise. But the second kiss - this kiss - he was aware of everything. The way her lips moved to accommodate his. The way her hand rested against his chest. The way his hand reached out to touch her, to caress her cheek as he held her close. It was everything at once.

    Slowly, he pulled away, eyes fluttering to an open as he gazed back at her. “So...” The truth was, he was speechless, with nothing but a big, goofy grin on his face.

[thexclairvoyant]

Memento Mori || OPEN

[mr-silvestri]

thexclairvoyant·:

Feeling her cheeks and chest grow warm, assuming the blushing on her face was only getting worse, the medium could not stop staring at the beautiful smile on the Beta’s face. He looked so handsome when he was happy…so full of life. “Yes…I do like you…a great deal, Mateo…” confessed the medium gently, biting her lower lip sheepishly.

“Would you be opposed…to a second kiss?”

   Perhaps Mateo should have seen this coming. After all, he and Celine had spent most moments together in a rather intimate manner. And for all the times they were together, he felt a tug deep within him, something that spoke of how at ease he was. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t feel anything for her. 

   As an amused smile danced on his lips, the beta simply leaned in, wordless as he moved. She had to ask? Instead, he reclaimed her lips, as sweet and tender as he could possibly be.

[coolgirlofrp]

Supernatural Moodboards || Werewolves

[mr-silvestri]

jaymes-alpha·:

Laughter burst out of her mouth. She couldn’t help it, it was all just too easy to poke at him. Even with the part of her still a little bitter she was so happy how easy it was to fall into their usual ways. “So you’re gonna let Dulay show you up over one little trip? Where’s your competitive drive? I know you didn’t just get to be my Beta because I thought you were pretty.”

   Hearing Jaymes’ laughter only spurred his playfulness. “As far as I know, Dulay can suck it, okay?” he boldly rebutted, sounding slightly irked at being in a competition against the border guard. 

   “Wait, what? You didn’t? I thought you hired me because I was the ‘beta’-looking one.” Wagging his thick eyebrows at her, Mateo grinned widely. “Get it? Get it?”

[mr-silvestri]

dragon-tala·:

Tala grinned. “I’ll be sure to put you on every guest list,” she said. “That way you can come to all the parties. Maybe we’ll even find you someone to party with.” She wiggled her eyebrows at him with a small laugh.

   “Aw, that’s nice of you.” he commented, grinning brighter now as he cocked his head to the side. Surely, he would enjoy Tala’s parties to no end.

   But it was her later comment that had him chuckling loudly. “Now that, I like.” Maybe he could eventually find someone at one of Tala’s shindigs; it wasn’t a far-fetched thought. “Are you really good at match-making, though?” 

[thexclairvoyant]

Memento Mori || OPEN

[mr-silvestri]

thexclairvoyant·:

Brief panic covered Celine’s face to see Mateo stunned, trying to process what just happened. Did he enjoy it? Did he hate it? Was it too soon? The medium’s heart fluttered wildly in her chest to the point where the muscles started to hurt. But her gaze of worry immediately shifted to shyly blushing, cheeks and neck a soft red from being bashful as she shrugged slightly.

“For a little while, to be honest…” she finally confessed.

   The smile that danced on his lips couldn’t be hidden, nor denied. “Does this mean you like me?” he murmured softly, trying to gauge what her little action really meant. He didn’t want to step on any toes, or at the very least, be assuming about it. “I mean, you did kiss me, after all...”

[thexclairvoyant]

Memento Mori || OPEN

[mr-silvestri]

thexclairvoyant·:

 “I am glad…” cooed the medium, realizing that Mateo was not taking the small hint of her tugging slightly on his collar before sitting upright to meet him halfway. Closing her eyes, Celine leaned upwards as her lips brushed up sweetly to Mateo’s, pulling back after a moment to look up to see his reaction. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach to the anticipation: what if he didn’t like her? What if he did? What if the kiss was too forward? Thoughts flew quickly through Celine’s head, waiting anxiously for some reaction from the Beta.

   What happened next was unexpected. Celine’s lips met his, and Mateo found himself briefly paralyzed by the hasty kiss. Just like that, the kiss was nowhere, and all he saw was her bright hues staring back at him, speechless. For a split-second, it took him a beat before he processed what happened. And then, he did understand.

   Eventually, he found the words to say. “How long have you been holding that back?” he finally murmured, the corners of her lips quirked in an upturn.

[mr-silvestri]

dragon-tala·:

Tala shrugged. “It’s a good idea,” she told him, not wanting him to be discouraged. “I could probably figure out a way for it to work. I just probably won’t make much money. Won’t be able to quit my day job, and all that.” She grinned ruefully. “But, I mean, as long as people are happy, that’s all that matters, right? Not how much money I make.” She shook her head, looking thoughtful.

   “It is a good idea.” Mateo repeated, nodding slowly. They still needed something to hold onto. As always, Tala was able to come through for him, managing to sway the beta into a better mood. “You’re right. It isn’t about the money. It’s about you and everyone else who gets to experience your awesome parties.”

[mr-silvestri]

jaymes-alpha·:

The eye roll only made her want to push the subject as far as she could. Maybe she was a little mad still about their last talk, but in a way that merciless teasing could make up for. “What pressure coming from me? Are you admitting to performance anxiety Mateo?” The innuendo clear in her voice. 

   “Ha ha.” the beta responded dryly, catching the meaning in her tone. “Is it my fault that I got scared the last time we went running? I practically fell flat on my face, okay?” That was not his favourite moment. “So just imagine how freaked out I am to run with you.”