Dec 27, 2017
@hiswound | dark boi.
of course he’s noticed it: a shadow where there was sunshine before. a falter in control. the stubborn flare-red glow of scott’s eyes that give him away. and this, still wolfed out, still something a little wild even after the dust of the battle has settled---- one’s a chance, two’s a coincidence, and three’s a pattern.
this is a pattern now. maybe for longer than he’d been willing to admit.
and yet he’s reaching out anyway and boldly pressing a hand to scott’s especially furry cheek; long fingers trailing against the abnormally hot skin. “ ----- you plan on actually shifting back anytime soon, buddy? ”
