#max 01.

[mercy-grigoryan]

@buriedwithit She was sent home from work: she couldn't focus, she felt surreal. Too out-of-herself to put forward an argument to stay, she instead sets dazedly off for the tram stop. It is quiet, with most people being at work, which is why her eyes fall so immediately on the unconscious young man slumped in a chair at the tram station. It's enough to stir Mercy from her reverie, at least.

Going to his side, she reaches out but stops before her skin makes contact: he is hot beyond all reason. Dangerously hot, dyingly hot. It is beyond a fever but she does what she has done for fevers in the past: draws water from the moisture in the air around them, forms it into shimmering ropes to loop in endless circles around his pulse points. Mercy cannot freeze the water but she can cool it significantly; and she has to, with all her energy, to prevent it from evaporating. She does this until his eyelids flutter. Mercy wills off a globule of blessedly cold water, forms two droplets to spin slow against his temples. "Hello," she says gently, with the smile of a mother whose beloved infant has just awoken from a nap. "I hope you don't mind -- you felt a little warm."

[matteoelio]

Person: @authormax Location: oh no

He wakes up and he's actually ridiculously comfortable which should have been his first red flag considering he knows what happened the night before. It's less of a lack of control now during the full moon and more of a....Matteo thinks it's a stress response, to just kind of keep moving until he physically can't anymore. So yeah, every so often he wakes up in the woods but he's never that far from either home or work so it's not much of an issue. Idly, he reaches out to grope at the nightstand for his phone, maybe he'd just had a particularly rough night and it felt that good to be in bed but- The smell of someone else, another wolf, an unfamiliar wolf has him freezing. He goes through what feels like the entire spectrum of human emotion in a span of a minute. The sounds, the smells, they aren't familiar and on top of that, he's naked and in bed with someone, someone who's breathing would suggest they're awake, and he's equal parts mortified and curious as to what the hell is going on. Without rolling over, with cracking an eye open only to narrow it in suspicion. "Please tell me I have pants here."