#mosthonourablewolf

[imnotthesavior]

mosthonourablewolf

The closing of her trunk permeated the quiet Spring day, a gentle breeze mingling with birds chirping, an aura of peace mingling in the air. Except, Emma was feeling anything but. Her hands were full, each one gripped the sides of a box. In fact, the last box. This was the last box of things that he had left to move into Graham’s apartment. And after this box carried the threshold...it would be official. She would have officially moved in with him.

Terrified didn’t quite describe the feeling.

It’s not that she thought it was a bad idea, and it’s not that she didn’t want to move in with him. Quite the opposite, actually. This was one of the things in her life she was more sure of. And that fact alone was what was terrifying. The fact that Emma was so sure about him, about a man (but oh, he was so much more than that), about being with someone...it was uncharacteristic of her, considering all of the past failures of her love life. It was strange, uncharted territory. Comfortingly enough, she knew that Graham was feeling the same way. Which made her feel a little bit better.

Steeling her courage, she stepped into the building and up the steps to his--their apartment, fishing the newly minted key out of her pocket and unlocking the door. She turned the knob and pushed it open with her boot, stepping in and setting the box with the others. There wasn’t much; only three boxes of stuff and a suitcase of clothes. The woman never had much, just enough that it wouldn’t be a pain in the ass to pack up and leave at a moment’s notice. A behavioral remnant of being an orphan, and later of being a woman that ran. But no more.

Eyes turned upward and she was met with the sight of Graham, offering a small, almost shy smile as she gestured to the small collection of boxes crowding the den. “That’s the last of it. I would’ve been over sooner, but my mother was giving me sad eyes and wouldn’t let go of my hand.” She laughed nervously, kicking one of the boxes gently with the heel of her boot. “But---it’s all here. I’m here.”

[unexpectedhappyendings]

mosthonourablewolf replied to your post “All the ✔ x infinity”

F f f f. Darling, but of course you're worthy! If anything, it is the other way around. You're magnificent and I adore your Snow 100%!

Pshhh you´re just saying that. You´re so awesome I don´t stand a chance. <3

[unexpectedhappyendings]

    “The sun loved the moon so much                               he died every night to let her breathe.”

[shewalksbetweenworlds-blog]

/drops into your inbox and loves all over you in return you amazing person

Partial family portrait---? Where’s our baby goat?

[shewalksbetweenworlds-blog]

I'm not trying to be sweeeeeeet. I just want you to know you're all the magnificence ok? That won't change. Ever. ♥♥♥

// Being sweet while not trying to be sweet just makes you even sweeter!

[shewalksbetweenworlds-blog]

random reminder that you're amazing and i cannot express how much i adore you or love having you as a best friend. as a writer i feel you've helped me grow and as a person i feel i've become all the better. thank you. ♥♥♥

// I love you too, Roman. ♥♥♥That’s so sweet and flattering, but rn I’m very meh :/And you’re just such a loving person, who always cares so much about his friends and partners. Then I’m here being horrible, because I feel like you’d be saying this to me even if I was utter ‘rubbish’. As you so often like to say.Sorry, hun. I’m probably just hormonal, but I’m not feeling all that amazing atm.Especially when I see you able to churn out so much quality stuff, and I’m here floundering in what little I actual reply to, and feeling like I’ve stopped growing as a writer, and have gotten worse. >.<=rolls into the sun=

[askifwehaveavocados-a]

RIP [yolooooo]

mosthonourablewolf

The curse had broken and the boisterous girl that was Ruby Lucas had gone with it. In its place was the shell of that confident woman, replaced by uncertainty and fear of what she was and what she had the potential to do. Without the security of her cloak, Red laid in wait for the next full moon, taken to reclusiveness when the town wasn’t in immediate peril in favor of sorting out her thoughts.

When that day’s particular aimless walk had landed her at the cemetery, she allowed her instincts to take control of her consciousness and lead her where they may. Seemingly, they had gravitated towards a particular headstone, one she hadn’t visited since his passing. Graham. The Huntsman.

Pressing her lips together, she kneeled in front of the grave, a slow, shaky breath escaping her. Slender digits reached out to caress the cool stone and the name engraved on it, as if some miracle would occur and from the depths of the earth he would climb to encircle her in a warm, reassuring embrace that she so desperately needed. But there was nothing, only the dulcet sounds of chirping birds mingling with the scattering of small animals, who had taken off when the scent of a predator had reached attentive noses.

“I wish you were here,” she finally spoke, her voice the only sound in the cemetery that had gone eerily quiet the moment her knees had met with warm earth.

“This is stupid. I know you can’t hear me.” A mirthless chuckle left her lips; the fact that he couldn’t hear, couldn’t respond in any way made tears prickle her eyes. Still, in spite of the silence that greeted her words, she continued.

“You would have known what to do. You always somehow did.” He had always been brave, both in their world and this one. Ruby - and Red - had always admired that strength, earned through his own hardships that he didn’t often speak of. Her failings had once earned her a similar formidability, but without a sense of security to keep her grounded, that drive had seemingly diminished. “You always somehow believed in me. And when you were around … hell, I believed in myself. You … you have me courage.” Words spoken too late, she realized. Even under the curse, Graham had given Ruby a different sense of herself, one that made her believe she was more than the flirtatious and careless woman she had portrayed herself to be.

“What am I supposed to do when the full moon comes?” Graham, perhaps, would have guided her though the inevitable transformation. Though Granny had experience with the wolf, she resented it. Graham had an understanding of the creature, a camaraderie that the beast within her would have found solace in and would have trusted. The human certainly had trusted him.

“I would give anything to take your place,” she said in a choked whisper. The words finally gave the tears permission to fall and as she lifted her hands to cover wet cheeks, a noise - faint, but still audible to the she-wolf -  caught her attention. Head darted to the sound, only to be greeted by a pair of heterochromatic eyes. His wolf. She hadn’t seen him since their time together in the Enchanted Forest, but the animal recalled her as he took in the strange scent of wolf and human. Without hesitation, the wolf sat by her side, though his gaze was fixed on the headstone, knowing this to be the spot his brother rested.

A new sense of purpose overcame her as a hand came to rest between the canine’s ears. He whined in shared sadness, mismatched eyes trained on the stone that bore his brother’s name, as if he too wished the tears he’d shed would will the man back to life. “I’ll look after him,” she promised, reaching her other hand out to again touch the headstone. Of course the wolf didn’t need her protection, but what Red wanted to be needed; it gave her a purpose, a reason to wake in the morning and not believe the common conviction that she was a monster. Perhaps from beyond the grave, Graham was giving her the wolf’s companionship, silent permission for her to be who - what - she was meant to be, without apology or regret. “And I’m sure he’ll return the favor.”