#ask; lang

[normallyxstranger]

❣ For Lang~

@gentle-hearted

"Wait... what? Val--You want to be--Valen--" Sentences only half-formed tumbled out of his mouth. And then no words at all.

Valentine's Day had always been a sort of joke growing up, hardly significant among other holidays. And she wanted--

"I've never had a Valentine before," Lang heard himself say. His racing heart made it difficult to hear much else.

[normallyxstranger1]

@mcsaiccfmuses​​ sent: ❛ You can’t help what you feel, but you can help how you behave. ❜ (Dustin to Lang)

     “By not getting bent outta shape over something… trivial?” Lang said it with a hopeful note, shoving unruly blond-brown curls. “I mean, that’s what I’m trying to do.” He wouldn’t get it. He wasn’t like him. He wasn’t a werewolf, having to constantly be aware of his emotions, to keep them in check. Even just the slightest provocation could make a werewolf lose control. 

     “I’m trying that,” he said again, “every single day.” His voice broke and he hated that it did. “It’s hard.”

[normallyxstrange]

@lunatempus​ sent: ❛ experience is a brutal teacher, but you learn. ❜ (lang)

    His hands shook. God, his whole body shook. He couldn’t control it, couldn’t bring himself back. The near-shift had taken him right to the brink, but thankfully not over it, yet he still felt there on edge. If only he could stop shaking.

     His teeth even chattered, rattling in his mouth, to the point he couldn’t even form a response. Swallowing hard, Lang kept his eyes downcast, arms wrapped around himself. His fingers wound tightly in the fabric of his torn t-shirt, willing himself to calm the rest of the way down, to breathe normally, to be normal, to... be himself again.

     He finally found his voice, weak as it was. “Yeah... yeah I get that.” Experience was brutal, but he learned. God, did he learn.

     He looked up, just for a second, dark eyes meeting his before dropping again. “I think... I think I’ll be okay now.” 

⛤

[normallyxstranger]

i think the only way you can be happy is if you're yourself. (for Lang)

@gentle-hearted

Someone had abused the hell out of the book in Lang’s hands. Plucked from the latest donation box, the paperback flopped where the spine had come undone. Water-logged and it smelled of mildew. And something sour, he thought, nose wrinkling. Carefully, he held the sodden pieces together as carefully as he could and turned to see the cover.

Habits of a Happy Brain. Self-help? Yeah, right, he thought, shaking his head. I don’t think it helped the last guy very much. Doubt he's got a happy brain.

And that’s when he heard a woman’s quiet voice interject and he jerked his head. He hadn’t heard or sensed her, so engrossed had he been in unpacking the box. It took Lang several seconds to understand that she’d said something, and another to stumble over “what?”, and one more long moment—seconds, minutes, hours—where he could only gape at a pair of gray eyes.

Realization came rushing all at once, along with the flush of pink that climbed his neck. He looked down at the book. “I didn’t—I mean, it’s not mine. It’s just—” He couldn’t be sure she’d said what he thought she said so “what?” came out again, and Lang smartly shut his mouth. 

[normallyxstranger]

❛ You’re the fairytale I’ve been waiting for. ❜ -for Lang

@gentle-hearted

Immediately, a flush began to crawl up his neck and into his face. "Fairytale?" Lang managed to say, the word strangled from the tightness in his throat. The first thing, the first fairytale that entered his head was Beauty and the Beast, but he thought that a bit too on the nose.

He really didn't know what to make of it. It was a good thing though, right? Right?

"You mean like... happily ever after?" A shy smile accompanied his nervous laugh, but those were the only words he got out, his mind swimming with fairy tale motifs. True love's kiss. A prince rescuing the princess. Happily ever after.

[normallyxstranger]

" i brought you some soup; let me heat some up for you? " for Lang

@gentle-hearted

It wasn't the kind of sick that called for soup, but Lang didn't tell Jane that. He'd shifted last night. The next day was always rough. Having a lot of food eased the recovery, so the scent of soup sent his stomach to growling.

"You didn't have to do that," he told her, to be polite, to appear less... ravenous, but his eyes stayed on the container. "But I'm glad you did, I guess." He laughed. "My stomach agrees."

[normallyxstranger]

live your truth. if you like it, you like it. Kaylee & Lang

@southern-belle-outcasts

He liked the idea. A good concept in theory, but--

"What if I don't like my truth?"

Lang kept his eyes down, fingers fumbling with a loose thread on his hoodie. "Or is that not allowed?"

[normallyxstrange]

@skymma​ sent:  “Wait, is it a full moon tonight?” / mick @ lang

memes for the werewolves! || accepting

     He looked haggard, worn. The wolf was close to the surface. He could feel it, clawing at his skin to be let out. Lang would change before the moon rose, of that he was certain. There wasn’t much time. 

     Everything hurt. 

      “Yeah...” He managed to get out. “Big one. I gotta get somewhere...”

     Lang trailed off and looked at Mick. His brown eyes were bright with golden specks throughout--a predatory gleam. 

     “You smell... really good.” She smelled like prey. 

     He had to get somewhere away. And fast.