#chat: kit

[gallowsheart]

[ 5. ] sender combs their fingers through receiver's hair in the aftermath of a traumatic event, whispering words of comfort.

@mxrvelouscreations

From the moment his alpha had died, Matthias knew how things were going to play out, and he knew none of the possible paths ended well. He'd had a choice to do the honorable thing and let a lot of people die, or do the dishonorable thing and save his pack from a madman. He'd done the dishonorable thing, and he stood by the choice. Given the opportunity to do it over, he wouldn't take it back.

That didn't make it any easier to start severing ties with the pack he'd been born into and served faithfully for hundreds of years. Nobody was forcing him to leave--not yet--but he knew it was a matter of time. They were pretty evenly split as far as wolves who wanted him to lead and ones he knew would never follow him again, and his pack didn't need more division right now. If they were really going to heal, he needed to leave. Permanently.

He'd recovered from the silver sickness, but his injuries healed almost as slow as a human's. They were beginning to scar over in the months since, and the pain was mostly a dull afterthought these days. He'd finally bitten the bullet this morning and started reaching out to other potential packs. There were no visits scheduled yet, but there were a few tentative connections. By the time he was through with dinner with Kit, he was exhausted and wrung-out, and he hadn't protested curling up on the couch with him, the warmth and scent of him more soothing than anything else right now. He didn't lie and say he was fine; he just accepted the comfort offered and was grateful for it.

[prinxefroggy]

“Hey, mate, heard the news,” Naveen holds up a bottle, cocking his head to the side. “Wanna chat? You look like you could use a.... chat,” he looks at the bottle, pointedly, “Or three.”

@mrkitcharming​

[estellealanis]

for: @kitxberker​

“So you’re the one I’ve heard so much about,” Estelle said as she walked into the stables of Erik’s ranch. The horses were familiar to her and she reached out to draw her hand down the velvety nose of one of the mares who whinnied in response, turning her attention to the werewolf who stood at the end of the building. “Kit, right?” Her burdened arm was weighed down with a picnic basket, and she lifted it slightly. “I’m a friend of Erik’s, and the Argos.” A friendly smile curved her mouth, as she studied him in the same way that one did an animal prone to dart under bright lights. “Want to take a lunch break? I promise I didn’t bring pie, you’re probably sick of pie by now.”

[gabehastings]

for: @kitsloane​ location: hemlock docks, in front of kit’s house. date: april 16, 1am

< kit: are you up? >

The glow of his phone had roused him, despite the numbers that flipped to indicate a new day had begun. It was late, but not late enough for him to tap out a message in response, his free hand rubbing tired blue eyes as they focused on something other than the end credits for The Circle. He told Netflix that he wasn’t still watching, and turned his attention to the mobile that chimed with a new message received. 

< vic: want me to come over? > < kit: yeah >

He was still dressed, and despite the wrinkles that creased his sweatshirt, his mussed hair looked good in the hallway mirror that he pursed his lips in. Vic’s appearance didn’t meet standards that were set for the day, but he had little intention of remaining put together long and fingers dipped into the ceramic bowl by the door to pull his keys from it. After making a point to slam it behind him before locking up, the sound warranting the response of two fists against the shared wall, he grinned broadly, leaving the building by the elevator.

It was like this that he found himself idling in the silver Audi, his forearm resting against the frame of the open window. Winter’s chill had been chased away by mid-April and it was nice, even in the dead of night, to feel the press of cool air to bare skin. 

 < vic: lights are out are u home? >

Instead of a response, the door opened and Kit left the home, walking towards him. She was bambi-like, wide eyed and pretty, and yet- “This isn’t a fuckin’ date, y’know.” The words were curved out the window, but he still moved to hit the button and unlocked the passenger’s side door.

[miguelsramirez]

for: @kitxberker​

He was hungry— a state that was not unusual now that he had found himself in a new city, but it was an uncomfortable one. Miguel picked his way through the field, seeking out the farm house that sat in the heart of the land. These places were the easiest to raid, there was often an abundance— not one missed a few missing things, and no one called the police about them either. As he neared, he recognized the smell of horses, and then, his head lifted: apple pie and werewolves. Curious, he pressed closer to the building pausing only as a branch snapped underfoot nearby. He turned on his heel, making a face as he lifted his hands sheepishly. “I can explain.”

[domstroebel]

for: @kitslcane​ location: daddy’s

He was proud of the club, his hedonistic little creation. Dionysus himself would have appreciated how drinks flowed so easily from the bar, he liked to imagine that the god of chaos would have a place in the neon, wine dripping down his chin like ichor. Dominic’s tie was loosened as he walked through the sea of bodies, of pretty, ecstatic faces tipped up at the ceiling and at each other, dancing as if in worship. The night was coming to an end and he was starting to hunger for his own way of letting loose, a pretty fascination that he could bury himself in for an evening- something beautiful to bring home like a prize. If need was a wicked thing, it held hands with desire, both gripping at his lapels and guiding him to a woman with raven-hued hair, standing half shadowed and half illuminated by the red neon light above her. A drink, mostly empty, was in her hand and Dom approached, appearing by her side. “Someone like you deserves a booth, a better drink, and to definitely not be standing where no one can see you.” He held out a hand, gesturing to the staff to begin arrangements before offering it to her palm up. “Let me take care of you tonight.”

[dilanfieraru]

for: @kitslcane​ location: the grove

Dilan slid into the seat across from Kit, a little later than the time that they had promised to meet, but with apologies hot on her breath as she murmured something about how good the other looked. California sun made those who pranced under it more radiant, Kit Sloane was an angel with inky hair and bone structure like fractured glass, all sharp angles against a full, pouting mouth. “Look at this little guy,” the other woman says, taking the glass case she had been toting around, setting it onto the empty table place beside her. A curious creature peered up at them as she pointed him out to Kit. “Our latest foster, a red eyed crocodile skink. Isn’t he cute? Looks like a dragon.” She reached for the menu, turning it over. “I just picked him up, I hope you don’t mind coffee for three.”

[yingtheelite-blog]

Ying spotted the group with Banshee, glaring as they were about to get away. "Not on my watch" She growled, aiming at Banshee and firing.