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[rydell-clarke]

Rydell was definitely not down for this heat bullshit.

In the past it hadn’t bothered her so much. She just went with it, did what she could to deal with the situation. It was inconvenient but nothing earth shattering. And it was something every were had to deal with so who was she really to complain?

But this time was different. Aside from her newly found alcohol dependency which was bordering on true alcoholism, she had been hit in the face with the soulmate shit- fuck her life. Now, in theory the soulmate thing was a good thing to have during heat events, especially since like their true wolf counterparts werewolves mated for life. Except for her there were a few problems.

One was that her soulmate was, in fact, human. That meant that even if he could understand in theory what heat was he couldn’t understand the actuality of it. (Humans got horny but it was nowhere near the same thing.) The second was that he was a human who didn’t believe in the supernatural which meant even if she wanted to explain heat to him? He wouldn’t believe her- once again, fuck her life. Then, of course, there was the awkwardness of him being her best friend’s boss (it wasn’t like she could just go and try to hookup with him without it being awkward) and the fact that she was trying to avoid him like the plague (the connection was killing her because not only was she not down for the emotional connection thing but at the end of the day she wouldn’t want a good person like Jack to be stuck with someone like her).

So, her solution? She was going to hide in her house until heat was over. It meant she wouldn’t be able to fuck anything up, she could avoid running into Jack (her current life goal, to be honest) and just wait things out. Because of her plan she texted Uriel so he wouldn’t worry about her (he may not have been a were but he would understand), stocked up on supplies so she wouldn’t have to go grocery shopping and decided to place herself on her couch, watching crappy sci-fi movies and eating ice cream.

Pathetic? Maybe. But definitely safe.

[lorenzo-crone]

Coping with the biological cycle of heats wasn’t anything new to him. He was experienced in catching the symptoms beforehand, and he had always had a plan or two prepared before the heat actually struck.  Saoirse had been a tremendous help with the ordeal. Although she was also the reason why he had an ice pack on his right shoulder and a glass of whiskey at hand.

Half of it was drained before he heard a knock on the door. This had to be the one of the worst time for a visit, but it definitely wasn’t the worst he’s come by. At least Saoirse had vacated the premises half an hour before the unexpected guest. She had taken a good chunk of the haze that had started to make a home in his body. Most of his senses were cleared; both of the mind and body.

The door was answered in a calm manner despite his appearance. Water still dropped from the tips of his hair, and the ice pack remained perched on his shoulder. There were small blossoms of discoloration along the bare skin of his arms and neck. “Hey, what’s.. going on?” He asked with a pinch of concern. Random visits to his home happened frequently enough for several different reasons; half of which had to do with his occupation. So, naturally, that’s where his first train of thought went upon greeting.