#ft doug

[teatimewithanoddman]

Odd had initially set out because he could feel the loneliness inside him hollowing him out. He tried not to be maudlin. It didn’t suit him but something about this feeling was horrifically new; almost alive like some creeping horror that lived in the shadows where you couldn’t figure out friend from foe. He didn’t think it was a friendly presence.

He rounded the corner as he headed to his favorite hunting ground: the park, but pulled up short. It was weirdly quiet in the city that night. So quiet in fact that he could hear the electric hum of the street lamp on the corner. It felt like the beginning of a horror movie and he might have been scared if he wasn’t fully aware that he had long since become the thing that skulked in the shadows.

He was just about to go on his way when he heard the faint sound of footsteps walking towards him. Since the sodding mayor had sent hunters out after the supernatural inhabitants of the city he had done his best to lay low. He was out for nobody. His interests tended to be self serving at best and he didn’t want to be an arrogant hunter’s story to tell his buddies at the bar.

Now though, he felt the pulls of hunger, the need to hunt. He didn’t understand it. He didn’t want to. He just wanted to feed and he didn’t care if it was human or not. He crouched, bracing for attack when he saw a familiar figure coming towards him. Annoyance replaced any other feeling as he stood up and moved to where he could see him. “What are you doing here, dog?” He snapped, pacing uneasily against the edge of the curb. “Shouldn’t you be running home to daddy?”

[notsoaveragegoof]

Gil turned look at the boy, dropping the bag of chips into the basket as his eyes studied him. His heart stung. He reminded him of the boy he had lost. Perhaps, if it was earlier, he might have thought that this was his youngest son all grown up… but the police had closed the case. He was dead. Instead of letting the sadness envelope him like he had in those days after his son’s disappearance and his wife’s death, he smiled. “I suppose it’s possible. My name is Gil Gibson.” He extended his hand to the boy; an offer of a friendly shake. “It’s nice to meet you-“

@huntingdoug

[pretty-blueeyed-demon]

Jasper was relatively pleased with what he was given as far as his human appearance went. He was pale and slender, more of a ghost than a person and he could slide under the radar with little to no questions asked. That was why he was able to walk around the city without anyone noticing him; just as he liked it. As a siren though, he naturally drew people to him, even if it was mildly… He would be lying if he said he didn’t love having that power over people.

He grinned slyly as he crossed the street and headed towards the park. He paused at the water fountain to get a drink when he noticed someone sitting on a bench alone. He sidled over and sat beside him, crossing one leg over the other, studying the brown haired boy with careful eyes before speaking in softly accented English. “What’s bothering you, little one? You seem troubled...”

@loveatfirstbark

[notsoaveragegoof]

Gil watched as Max headed towards the deli to buy lunch meat for his lunches, his face soft as he turned to the chips. He was relieved that they still could do things together. There has been a time when he had wanted nothing to do with his old man and he was more than a little relieved that had changed because he didn’t know what he would do if he had lost both of his kids. He reached for a bag of potato chips when he heard a sound, glancing over his shoulder. “Oh, gosh. Am I in your way? Let me scoot over and give you some room.”

[nobodyslefou]

Admittedly, Doug had not been his favorite person when Dominic had started giving him his attention. It felt like the small werewolf was purposely trying to edge him out and in a way… he guessed that’s what ended up happening. It had been good for him to step back from Dominic’s and his feelings towards the man though, he wasn’t denying that but it seemed that a lot had happened since he’d left and now that he’s seen Dominic in pain, bruised and beaten…. He couldn’t leave him again.

He also knew he couldn’t keep hating Doug. As far as hunts went, he was more what Dominic needed and from the looks of things, if he hadn’t have been there, he would be preparing for a funeral instead of making sure that Dom got home to Belle safely…. The thought made him sick. Dominic had been his friend for as long as he could remember and even with his feelings muddying the waters, he couldn’t imagine life without the difficult man there to be a part of it.

That realization was what had him up on his feet looking for Doug the day after he’d talked to Dom in Tiana’s. It had hurt him to see him so wounded; pain visible in his eyes. The image of him slumped in the chair as they talked for the first time in months haunted him to the point of making sleep impossible so he was up, dressed, and looking for the young wolf as soon as it felt like a decent time to be awake

He couldn’t be sure of what took him by Dom’s house but he walked there on auto pilot, his palms sweaty as he saw a familiar figure sitting on the steps. He inhaled slowly and joined him, resting his hands on his knees as he thought of what to say. Finally, he spoke, staring at the tops of his boots as he did. “Thank you, Doug, for protecting him.” His voice seemed to echo down the empty streets. “I don’t think I would have been able to, even if I had been there so I’m glad he had you there…. I don’t know what I’d have done if he’d—“ the sentence dangled there as he swallowed. “He’s my best friend…. I don’t even want to think about it….”

@loveatfirstbark