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Saul Jack. 28. Past the trees. Up the mountain. In the moonlight. Professional. Leader. Pack alpha. Werewolf. Human.

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Kissing Booth / Haneul & Saul

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There was something strange about the event, something peculiar. Haneul Song could always tell when things were bound to get strange, after all; it was maybe because she was so strange that she could sense the strangeness around her. (This was, of course, a theory. There was no way Haneul could know strange things simply because she was strange, but she thought she could.) Or, well, she could sense strange when strange was happening. And, right now, she sensed it.

Maybe it was not her immediate location that was experiencing the strange at the moment; maybe it was somewhere else. But, there was a line at a particular booth, even though the event was just starting — and this, if anything, was strange. The event had only just begun, and already people had flocked to this particular strange booth.

Haneul being Haneul naturally had to check the place out.

And, it was, in that moment, that she realized who the man sitting in the booth was. It was in that moment that she moved closer, cutting the line that had formed, that she recognized the man. She knew him. Knew him. He was the handsome man with the frown. She knew him. And, with a look at the booth around him, she knew what he was doing, too.

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The people, the strangers, standing in line before him almost brought a laugh to Saul Jack’s lips. As he stood there behind the booth, waiting for the young man in front of him to pull out the fee for that simple touch against the lips, Saul Jack almost chuckled. He almost laughed out loud at how long the line had gotten, and he almost showed the tiniest bit of amusement as he glanced off to the side, where his sister Sarah stood to “oversee” him. Almost, but not quite. Instead he remained in his spot, his hands on the table in front of him, with a dull expression --- as always. His eyes, bored and emotionless, covered the near betrayal of his lips turning upwards. 

Sure, he didn’t have to be there. Sure, he could have said no and walked away: or he could have said yes and and neglected to show up at all. But this hadn’t been a simple request; it had been a request (a demand) from Sarah. And Sarah was not someone Saul enjoyed disappointing, as much as he would scowl at admitting. 

But what had him so amused was not only the growing line standing before his eyes --- but the fact that each and every face following in that line morphed from nerves, apathy, excitement, --- everything --- to outrage as a woman took her place at the front of the line. 

And she wasn’t just any woman. He recognized this woman. 

He said nothing about this, however. Instead, he glanced at the man that had failed to pull out the money in time for his turn and shrugged. There was nothing Saul could do about it, there was nothing he wanted to do about, and this man knew. 

Without a second thought, bored eyes turned to a boring face, and Saul raised his eyebrows at the woman.

“Magic Trick Lady, didn’t think I’d ever be seeing you again.”

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fellow werewolves

I see there are quite a few of you that recently joined and I would just like to say: come join Saul’s pack pls. Saul is an alpha (he’s just waiting for his pops to pass), and needs members in the human realm since almost half of his remained in the home realm! The only member that is currently being played is Rion Duncan, and that’s by me. :’o But yeah!!! please message me if interested, my Kik is thealmightycreator and I will give my Skype upon request~

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tilliesamuels:

“You’re one to talk about pointless conversation.” Tillie replied, wishing she could hiss or bare her teeth or something… but this realm belonged to a race best described as blissfully unaware. If Tillie should do something like that, she’d be doing herself more harm than good. It was annoying. Stomping down her natural reflexes was uncomfortable at best. 

It was amazing how stubbornly a person could pursue a situation they were so painfully losing. How could this young woman approach him, attack him, and have the audacity to say he was the one that was dragging the conversation on? He watched her for a short moment, trying to decide whether he should indulge her childishness, or disregard it.

“Says the one who came over here, initiated conversation, and continued conversing after she was told to go away. You’re pretty good at trying to victimize yourself. But, like I said, you can go now. No one’s keeping you here, so stop bitching if you’re going to keep yapping.”

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But his love was too much for him, he felt paralyzed, he wanted to sleep inside her lungs and breathe her blood and be smothered.

Tim O'Brien, The Things They Carried (via analogveins)

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His apathy was unimpressive, and his dry taunting even more so. Throughout her extended lifetime, she’d encountered many like him. People who were absorbed in their own angst, people who took out their dissatisfaction on the world around them. Tillie gazed at him for a second, something dangerously close to pity dancing in her eyes. 

“That’s alright.” She replied, casually. “I can’t think of a single thing I want to hear from you.”

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“Great?” Saul furrowed his brow at the woman, his eyes never lacking their dull carelessness. “Because that matters.” The sarcasm dripped off his tongue as naturally as breathing came to him. 

He didn’t know exactly what it was, but there was a clear scent reaching his nose that made him want to gag. It wasn’t a food, it wasn’t a product; it was her. She wasn’t a human --- she was of his world, and she wasn’t a werewolf. “You know how to string words together in pointless conversation, after someone told you to go away, so...” The sentence trailed off as he lifted his mug of coffee to her. 

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Loyalty

“What did you think I was going to do?”

The words flew out of Saul’s mouth before he could think. It was a rarity reserved for his father, and a rarity well used. Saul’s impulsion — his need to lash out at his previous Alpha was what kept him so straight during every other hour of the day. So, while he knew every other member of the pack was listening through the walls, he shouted. He knew that every member his father had mistreated and sacrificed needed the words to be said. 

He shouted with the anger that he harbored, he shouted with the hurt that he didn’t know he sheltered. He shouted for the wolves that had unfairly been thrown into harm when precautions could have been taken. He shouted at the old man who sat withering to nothing and yet managed to shove his way into each and every pack matter.

“This is my pack, not yours! You lost it a long time ago, so don’t look at me like you would have done any better! You don’t call the shots anymore; they don’t listen to you! Look at yourself! Do you feel like an Alpha?!? Because you’ve been kidding yourself for a long time if you think you do.” 

“Don’t talk to me like that, Salomao. I can still end—” The threat, oh the pathetic threat. Saul growled, a harsh growl, when a burst of coughing cut through his father’s threat. 

“I’m not in your pack anymore. None of us are. So take a look in the mirror and get that into your head. We aren’t your wolves anymore. I’m not on your side anymore. I’m on theirs.”

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SAUL JACK 

--- He carries himself with an air of caring enough to mock, to taunt. He carries himself with arrogance and self-absorption. But he doesn’t care about anything. Not you, not me, not himself. Not even a bit, not ever, not at all.

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“You wouldn’t happen to know if there’s a good sushi place around here, would you?”

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“I know of a sushi place, but I don’t know if it’s any good. Down on Main Street, just about a block past City Hall.”

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tilliesamuels:

No amount of life experience could make up for the look that stranger was giving her. Tillie shifted uncomfortably, wishing they would leave so she could read the Monday paper in peace. There were horoscopes to be made fun of, obituaries to be examined- all of which couldn’t happen so long as that stranger was looking at her. 

Tillie let out a small sigh, and closed her newspaper with a delicate fluttering of pages. She uncrossed her legs and fluffed her mass of curls. Then, approached the unwelcome onlooker, her strides long and confident. 

“Was there somethin’ you planned on sayin’ to me?”

Sure, he had been blanking. He had been staring at something he hadn’t even registered, and he didn’t even know for how long. But he had all the right reasons to. With new environments to get accustomed to, the stench of motor oil everywhere he went, and half a pack of unrestrained werewolves rampant in this new world...Saul had every God given right to sit and, well, sit. 

It wasn’t his fault his resting face made him look like he was judging every thing he looked at. It wasn’t his fault the weight on his shoulders barely left him with enough strength to keep his head up during waking hours --- it wasn’t his fault this woman had been sitting where his gaze had landed. So why in the world had she approached him?

He knew why. The answer was simple; she wanted to know why he had been staring. And chances were that if he opened his mouth and replied to her with a retort as tauntingly biting as he normally would, she would react badly. Of course she would. People always did. 

And yet, despite the knowledge and probabilities he ran through in the split second after she spoke, he opened his mouth anyway. 

“Wow, amazing,” his voice was dull, but his expression mocked her. “A mind reader --- I was about to say something. But not to you. So, you know, you can go now.”

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Acquainted —The Weeknd

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vampire-shawn-hufflepuff:

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“ And who might you be?”

“Are you trying to intimidate me? Okay, okay. Hm. Ohhh, what a scary face you have there. I suggest not looking in a mirror anytime soon --- you might scare the ugly right off your own mug.”

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Alfie Enoch for New York Moves.

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