#aiden-lycan

[ofsunliight-blog]

“ I don't think I'll ever truly understand why you insist on using me as a pillow, ” he murmured, running his fingers gently, carefully, through the other male's hair. Night had fallen hours ago, and on the beaches just north of the Reservation, where he wasn't allowed to go, there was so little light pollution, it was almost possible to pretend that no time at all had passed from the first time they had lain like this, watching the stars. The heat of Aiden's skin seemed to warm him from the outside in, and feeling the other's heartbeat pressed against his ribs...it was almost as though his own heart beat once more. “ I can hardly be comfortable, ” he continued, voice little more than a low rumble. “ cold and unyielding... ” He could have attempted to use his ability to rectify the situation, yes, but in truth...there was a part of him that appreciated the fact that his friend -- perhaps his only true friend -- accepted and appreciated him just the way he was. Perhaps that was part of the reason that the younger of the pair continued to lay on him, despite the fact that the sand would likely have been a more comfortable option. “ you're a fool. I hope you realize as much. ” ---- @aiden-lycan

[secondwclfgirl-blog]

Dead hikers. It was a great start to any story, if that story was in a book, or on a screen. In reality? It was much less full of intrigue and excitement as it was...sad. The deaths had been a mystery, and they'd only been the beginning. The beginning of what exactly depended heavily on who you asked. As far as Bex was concerned, though, it was two things: the beginning of the end as far as normal life in Forks and La Push was concerned, and the beginning of her personal hell. Supernatural beings had flocked from all over the world -- literally -- and congregated in and around the small, sleepy town. It wouldn't have been so bad if 90% of those supernatural beings hadn't been vampires. They were so far outnumbered now that it wasn't even funny --- and to add insult to injury, the swell in numbers from the other side has caused the teens and young adults of the tribe, those with the proper lineage, to begin shifting again. It was only a matter of time before it hit her siblings. Patrols had been doubled, tripled, bumped up until everyone in either pack was run absolutely ragged, and it still seemed like it was never enough. Like the leeches were arriving by the dozen and they would hit the point of absolute exhaustion sooner than later trying to keep up. Coffee had become a necessity rather than a luxury around the tribe, and even with the caffeine boost, the exhaustion was getting to them all. If it hadn't been, then she might've been a little more eloquent when very nearly running directly into a stranger --- one that seemed somehow familiar. “ th' fuck're you? ” a beat. “ you smell weird. ”