#alpheas

[grandtheftjeep]

@alpheas​ asked: i chose you. 

“You sound drunk. Why are you being drunk and sentimental?”

[grandtheftjeep]

@alpheas​ asked: “I’m here for you.”

Eli shivered, a great wash of sadness coming over him. He wasn’t sure what he wanted, how to handle it, how to feel. After a slow, sad moment, he sniffled, and fell to his side, right against his father until his head pooled there on Derek’s shoulder.

“I know.” He mumbled.

[grandtheftjeep]

@alpheas​ asked: “It will heal. All wounds do.”

“No. Not all wounds heal. A good half of them don’t and you know that.”

[grandtheftjeep]

@alpheas​ asked: [ TEARS ] for receiver to find tears on sender’s face, when they’re finally reunited (either immediately after the trauma, or waking up in a hospital), because sender thought receiver was dead or dying

Eli woke up to a soft feeling. He’d fallen asleep at the hospital, the same place he’d been for days now. His chair was pulled up next to his dad’s bed, leaned forward with his arms on the bedside, head pooled in the crook of his limbs. He hadn’t thought today would be the day. He finally pulled his head out of his arms, and for the first time in far too long, saw his dad looking back. Eli’s eyes immediately welled up with tears, his chin trembling. “... dad? Are you really awake?”

[grandtheftjeep]

@alpheas​ asked: [ AWOO. ] but it echoes through the trees and valleys of the preserve, sends night birds scattering, and lingers in the icy air. derek teaching his sweet fierce only boy to howl because it’s an integral part of lycanthropic communication. ♥️ 

Eli watched as his father bared his chest, face turned upwards with a bold and brave look on his face as he howled to the moon. The crows scattered, crossing the night sky to get away from the rocketing noise, and the trees around them shook. The noise was echoing, fierce, and Eli swallowed awkwardly. His dad looked, and sounded, so cool doing that, and all Eli could manage was -

“Ah-” Eli started, and coughed awkwardly. “Ahwo-”

It sounded like he was just saying it. He winced at himself, glad it was too dark to know if he was blushing shamefully or not. “Dad, I feel stupid, I can’t.” 

[grandtheftjeep]

@alpheas​ asked: “ I’m not going anywhere. ”  &  ❀ ( forehead kiss )

Eli tilted his head forward with the pull from his dad, and tried not to smile at the warm gesture from his dad. He was too old for it, he knew, it was embarrassing, he knew.

He just knew he was lucky too, to have his dad around.

“Dad, stop, you’re so embarrassing,” Eli said. “You’d better not be going.”

[grandtheftjeep]

@alpheas​ asked: ❝ no, really! she was a really bad person before we killed her and everyone on the boat! ❞

“Killed her and everyone on the boat?” Eli protested. “Three cats is too many cats. I can’t even think of a way to describe that with people!”

[grandtheftjeep]

@alpheas​ asked: [ RED ] : having witnessed the receiver get hurt by someone, the sender kills their assailant out of RAGE.

Eli wasn’t a fighter. When the man hit him, he screamed, feeling the gash tear into his cheek rough and burning. He tried to fight back, but he wasn’t any good.

Dad came in with a fury. Suddenly the weight on top of Eli was thrown off. Eli quickly scrambled, rolling over onto his knees. He heard snarling. He heard bangs of punches landing hard, the snag of claws tearing through... something. He didn’t know. Eli grabbed something, a long, metal pipe or something. He gripped it, holding it like a bat to try and-

he turned. He saw the red burning eyes of his dad. He saw so much blood. Eli gripped it tighter, hovering the end by his shoulder. So much blood.

“...dad?” his whisper trembled.