#cellarmonsters

[wcrbiird]

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       “ I’m STILL not sure what you want from me. I’ve given you all the answers I’ve got. ” 

A slight scowl, trademarked sign of frustration. An inky hand presses against his face and rubs  as if to brush the exhaustion away.

[mccallofthewild]

3. to shower with my muse

Scott wrapped his arms around Sam from behind, nosing into his neck and taking a deep breath of his scent before he grabbed the soap and started to wash the other male's slender form. He kept Sam's body pressed against him as he rand the soap over the slender male's body slowly, enjoying the feel of Sam's body both pressed against his own and his hands roaming over him as he cleaned off the grime of the day. This was one of the most relaxing parts of his life. He nosed into Sam's hair and closed his eyes. "I love this so much, Sammy..."

[mccallofthewild]

Sam's eyelids were still heavy from sleep haze, letting his boyfriend kiss him sweetly. It felt like a huge effort to push himself up to sit in bed, the sheets sliding down around his naked waist. "I'm going into town someday today- maybe we can go for a lunch?" he suggested, rather hopefully.

Scott laughed softly, brushing his fingers through Sam's curls and along his exposed back slowly. "I'll do my best. You know how hard it can be to get to lunch sometimes. Just text me when you're around and we'll see." He cooed, kissing the sleepy boy's cheek.

[mccallofthewild]

"You don't have to go, you know," the book keep mumbled sleepily, watching Scott get dressed. He was probably late to work this morning. "It's not even 8 am.. mum was hoping you'd stay for breakfast."

Scott sighed, leaning over Sam and kissing his forehead before he went back to getting dressed. “I can’t. I have a surgery this morning. But you could tell her that I’ll be here for dinner, okay?”

[mccallofthewild]

"So, Halloween is right around the corner. A man's gotta protect his home and shop," Sam says, blowing out the burnt bundle of sage's last sparks. HIs store was clean as ever, save for the remnants of smoke. "Hi baby," he pulls Scott in for a hug and a drawn out kiss after putting it away, arms wrapping around the alpha's neck as always. "Did you miss me? I missed you. Don't wanna stop kissing you, too," he sighs, still kissing him.

Scott coughed softly, waving away the smoke. “You’re going to start protecting it from me. What the hell are you doing?” He asked, letting himself be pulled in by his lover just the same. He grins into the kiss as he returns it passionately and his arms snake tightly around Sam’s waist. “I always miss you. Don’t stop. I missed how great you are at it. He reached down, squeezing Sam’s ass and hoping to replace the smell of burnt sage with something more pleasant and enticing.

[monstriiss]

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The lush and misty forest was always so tempting to explore, despite the ominous and foreboding sense that raised the hairs at the back of one's neck and sent shivers down one's spine. Its beauty was as dark as it was alluring. Even the tree’s laden with bones and rotting corpses weren’t enough to deter some travelers. It appeared this one was no different. Drathenia closed in on the trespasser that had ventured into her midst, looming from the shadows. 

“What brings a soul like you here?” She inquired. May as well find out... it wasn’t as though she would let him leave.

[mccallofthewild]

He's staring again. This time over Scott's shoulder, it seemed like he was staring out the window of his shop, but his eyes are moving. As though following a movement. Something silent. He blinks, it's gone, his gaze goes back to the alpha. "Sorry, what were you saying, babe?" /let's get some sp00k on

“Baby?” Scott cooed, sliding his fingers over Sam’s cheek gently as he eyed his lover with worry in his eyes. “You’re not with me. What’s going on?”

[mccallofthewild]

He shakes his head, even as Scott pulled him in for an embrace. "I just can't Scott. I hate the idea of sending her to one. I don't want her to be lonely. She'll miss her garden, and she'll miss her books. I'm afraid the place will treat her badly," he murmurs into the wolf's shoulder. "Where did we it wrong? She's supposed to still be very healthy. Was it because of me? Of her having to work to her bones to look after me, it's affecting her now?"

Scott squeezes Sam against him tightly. “No. Don’t think like that. You didn’t do anything to cause this. You got That? It’s not your fault.” He growled, kissing Sammy’s forehead. “You don’t just cause dementia. You’re good to her anyway. And we should have a look at some of the places around just the same. Maybe we’ll like one of them.”