It was not a common habit for Seth to go out at night. Especially now when he did need to sleep. Falling from grace was certainly a very tiresome experience he had never imagined. Coffee was finally becoming a necessity for him. Especially on a night when Erik was out and the nightmares made themselves present.
It was his third cup of coffee while he waited for Erik not so secret activities were done at the club so they could go back home together when he sensed someone approaching his table. Before the man spoke, Seth was already looking up with a smile, “Of course, please take all the packets you need,” his words soft as he pushed the small box towards the older man, “Are you okay?” he could not help to ask at the expression on the other’s face.
THE MAN BLINKS TWICE, somehow having lost his train of thought in the few seconds it took for the stranger to reply to his question. viktor spaced out. unable to process the words that had left the man's mouth, he looks down at the box that was pushed towards him. thankfully, he was socially adept enough to know that meant he was welcome to take a few of the colored sugar packets. placing his mug on the table, he grabs a few of the packets && opens them, emptying them into the mug as he gives the strangers a small shrug, finally having processed the question that was asked.
"uh — yeah. yeah, i'm okay. it's just one of those nights, i guess." viktor says with a quiet laugh that's laced with self-pity && embarrassment. spoon in hand, viktor begins stirring his coffee && gestures to the empty seat across from the man. "do you mind if i sit? the name's viktor, by the way."
Charlie glanced down as he watched Viktor reattach his lease, leash before he looked back to the male. “You don’t have leash him, honestly I’m fine.” Charlie said as he brushed himself off before he nodded his head slightly, a small laugh leaving his lips. “And do you often give him permission to tackle people?” Charlie raised his eyebrow slightly, smile still firmly on his lips. “I just have this way with dogs, I don’t know what it is. But dogs just like me.” Charlie shrugged slightly. Being a werewolf, dogs always seemed more attracted to Charlie than any other animal. Maybe the could sense the canine in him. “Charlie.” Charlie said as he crouched down as Milo laid in front of him. He ran a hand over his head gently. “You know, there are easier way to get your owner friends, with out bowling them over.”
VIKTOR GIVES HIS HEAD A SLIGHT SHAKE, the smallest frown on his face. "i'm glad he didn't hurt you but still, the little guy needs to learn some manners." milo was always going to be 'little guy' to him, despite his large size. when viktor adopted him, milo was small enough to fit in one hand && was called 'little guy' for the first few months of his life until viktor finally gave in && named him, making him a permanent member of his family. milo was all he had now && strangely enough, was all he needed. he hums quietly, a smile playing on his lips. "no — well.. it depends." viktor lets out a chuckle while keeping a watchful eye on milo as the dog heaves, clearly annoyed by the leash limiting his freedom. "i can tell. he's never this annoyed to be leashed and i can only assume it's because he's dying to topple you over again." a smile appears on his face when charlie introduces himself, watching as he gets down to milo's level. "charlie," he repeats softly, under his breath && mostly to himself. "i've tried explaining that to him but it seems he disagrees."
VIKTOR WAS ONCE a very affectionate guy, it didn’t matter who you were. if he loved you, you were getting a hug, a kiss, a handshake -- anything that would get him closer to you. now, after everything he’s lost, he refuses to get too close to others, including giving hugs. the last thing he did with his husband && daughter was hug them, && he’s afraid the next person he hugs will be gone too. he knows it sounds a bit irrational, but the fear is too strong && he’s too afraid to lose someone else.
PENELOPE'S FAVORITE COLOR WAS PINK. everything surrounding the little girl was in a shade of pink — her nails, her hair ties, the walls of her room && the carpet on her floor. her backpack && pencils, shoes && shirts, socks && shorts. sweet penelope also loved the sky. she always told her fathers she wished she could fly && live in the clouds. she wanted to be close to the sun && stars, she would say. she wanted to grow wings && fly away. the girl was so young she had no idea where she wanted to go or just how big the world was. but maybe, if she had the chance to grow up, she would have flown away. perhaps she would have sent them postcards from places viktor could only dream of visiting — prague, madrid, tokyo, && rome. but his little girl stayed exactly that: little. she did not sprout wings && leave — she never even had the chance.
when was the last time he let himself cry? if one were to ask him, viktor would not know what to say. had it been months or years? was it when he found them or has he shed tears since then? the sensation was foreign && something reminiscent of sadness overcame him.
milo, the only thing good in his life, slept peacefully by his side, burrowed into him like he often did as a puppy. viktor stared above him at the sky’s beautiful, shifting hues. it was a strange feeling to be laying in the grass at sunrise, his cheeks damp with tears.
he doesn’t remember dragging himself && milo to the park but maybe he was meant to be there. maybe seeing this, his daughter’s two favorite things merging, was a step towards healing.
a pink sky would not singlehandedly heal his years of denial && hurt, but it was a step in the right direction — the push he needed.
Aislinn’s paranoid nature wasn’t a product of home. It was more so a product of other places she lived and she couldn’t help but be a little wary walking home so late. She hadn’t expected the clean up at the station to take that long but it had all gotten away from her. The sudden intrusion of the dog did startle her with a loud ‘oh!’ and then she calmed upon seeing what it was. “Holy crap you scared me there bud.” She scratched the dog behind the ears and waved off its owner. “I’m fine. Only spooked but I guess it’s my fault for being so jumpy.”
"ARE YOU SURE YOU'RE ALRIGHT?" viktor asks, eyes quickly scanning over the stranger to make sure there were no cuts or scrapes. he shakes his head, offering a small, shy smile. "no, i don't blame you. it's the middle of the night and you were just ambushed by a seventy-pound dog, i think i'd be a bit spooked too." viktor keeps a cautious eye on the dog as it circles her, tail wagging, clearly eager to play. "i don't know what's gotten into him, he usually isn't like this with people he doesn't know. he'll understand no, though, if you don't want to play with him."
😀 for the receiver to explain why they’re smiling
😁 for the receiver to try and make the sender smile/laugh
😉 for the sender to wink at the receiver
😘 for the sender to blow a kiss at the receiver
🥳 for the sender to throw a surprise party for the receiver
😢 for the sender to find the receiver crying
😭 for the receiver to find the sender crying
😨 for the receiver to find the sender having a panic attack
🤥 for the receiver to tell a lie
😴 for the receiver to wake up beside the sender
🤐 for the sender to put their hand over the receiver’s mouth
👻 for the receiver to talk about someone they’ve lost
👊 for our muses to spar
💪 for the sender to show off to the receiver
🧠 for the receiver to share a thought they’ve had about the sender
👶 for the receiver to talk about a part of their childhood
🤰 for our muses to talk about having children
💆 for the sender to give the receiver a massage
🧖 for our muses to shower together
👕 for the sender to wear the receiver’s clothes
👚 for the receiver to wear the sender’s clothes
🎓 for our muses to study together
💍 for the sender to propose to the receiver
🐶 for our muses to get a pet together
🕸 for the sender to tie up the receiver
🦖 for the receiver to talk about something in the past
🦞 for the sender to take the receiver out for dinner
🐑 for the sender to follow the receiver somewhere
💐 for the sender to give the receiver a bouquet of flowers
He felt…like an idiot, sometimes he couldn’t rely on his wolf senses and he kinda hated that, he was meant to have certain abilities, what good was it to be this…being if he couldn’t even found his way home? “I’m sorry, I was a little rude,” he shakes his head, “I just feel like an idiot,” he admits with a sigh, “Anyway, yeah, sure that would actually help thank you,” he nods, then gestured for the other to start walking with him, “So are you new here too?” the young wolf asks, “I’m Austin, by the way.”
VIKTOR DISMISSES THE APOLOGY with a shake of his head && a shrug. "don't stress about it. you're frustrated, it happens." an eyebrow raises at the younger man's self-deprecating words, but viktor says nothing about it. instead, he turns to lead his new acquaintance in the correct direction. viktor hums at his question, a nod following. "yeah, i've been here a few months. it's a nice town — better than where i'm from at least." viktor glances over at austin, shoving his hands in his jacket pockets as the kid introduces himself. "viktor," he says simply, wondering if he should say anything else or continue in silence. deciding that the latter would be too awkward he adds, "you might wanna pull up the motel on your gps when you get connection and take a screenshot of the area. it's not much, but the connection out here isn't the best and having some kind of reference is helpful."
Charlie didn’t sleep much these days, not since he moved to this town. His wolf was always restless and it was hard settle him down. No matter how often he ran him off. Charlie pulled his coat closer to his body as he walked the quite streets, six months he had been in this town and he still was unfamiliar with the town. Charlie was about to turn the corner, when he found himself being knocked over by a fluffy fur ball. “Hello, pup.” Charlie let out a laugh, as he felt the dog lick his face. He reached up and scratched him behind his ear gently, before he looked over when he heard a male’s voice. “Oh it’s fine.” Charlie smiled when the dog got pulled off of him and hand was extended out for him. Charlie reached out and grabbed it, getting up with the help of the other man. “I’m alright, thank you.” Charlie said as he looked over at the dog. “Is he always that excited?”
VIKTOR RETURNS THE SMILE as he helps the other man up, suddenly feeling shy — or perhaps it was embarrassment. he wonders if he should have kept milo on his leash, but it was very unlike the golden retriever to run off on his own, && it was even more unlike him to knock people onto the floor. "no," he says with a small frown as he shakes his head, hands reaching down to the dog's collar to reattach the leash. "he's usually a calm boy, or if he is excited, he'll at least wait for me to give him permission to go around tackling people." viktor gives milo a gentle pat on the head before standing straight && turning his attention to the stranger. the cool night air nips at his skin, && he shoves his hands into his jacket pockets. "viktor," he says with a nod, introducing himself. "and this big guy is milo, though i'm sure you caught that when i was chasing after him." a chuckle escapes him as milo moves between them, now resting at the other man's feet. "i'm starting to wonder if this is him telling me i need to make friends."
Charlie: See, he knows better,
Charlie: If you are that upset with it, next time you can sit in my lap and I’ll find you treats.
viktor: i genuinely cannot tell if that’s you being sarcastic or if you’re being weird and flirting with me
viktor: and i honestly don’t want to know which one it is
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