#symphonyforthedead

[glassmemoir-blog]

Why Mal? He can't read, he's naive, and probably going to get hit by a car when you let him off his leash. He's paranoid, jealous, and has the potential to rip out your throat. Why?

"Why is he my friend? Well anon……fer one, he’s smar’ anough ta know ta look both ways when crossin’ tha street. An’ two, i’ ain’ his faul’ he cain’ read. I don’ mind teachin’ him. Granted he chews on my nerves more than anythin’ when he’ star’s fussin’ an’ throwin tantrums…..bu’ wha’ tha hell are ya talkin’ bou’, paranoid an’ jealous? He seems so perfec’ly fine ta me. An he’s a puppy, all I gotta do is hold him ou’ by tha scruff, an’ he cain’ reach me. I go’ more than one way o’ interactin’ with him. Why? Were ya lookin’ ta mee’ him too?"

[glassmemoir-blog]

--continued-- "Ye cannae die on me -" it's futile, she's trying to speak, but it comes out as a gurgle. His shaking fingers hold hers, and for the first time in a long time, tears prickle at his eyelashes. He should have left before he had chosen her as his mate. Before his heart had settled on her - that she was the one. He'd been nothing but trouble. Her chest didn't rise, and a low wail left his lips as he pulled her into his arms, and just rocked her as she had done with him before.

[glassmemoir-blog]

Caught... In the crossfire? He'd been defending them both. Another wolf had sauntered into their territory. And he'd been fending it off. But she got involved and Mal had- He flinched, and nosed at the gaping wound that -he'd- torn out of her throat. He shouldn't have stayed. Their red thread was fraying. Sinews of red fabric breaking under the pressure. Mal licked her wounds, but in this case, it was futile. "N-nic? Stay with me - am sorry, a didn't mean it-- tbc

[movedcowardisms]

I refuse to do this anonymously. Though are interactions thus far have been scarce, you are one of the nicest people I have met. It took me three days to work up the courage to click the follow button and god, I am really glad I did. You are an AMAZING Howl, and an AMAZING person, m'kay?

I’d love it if even one person did this

Go on ANON and tell me what you think of me. I do not want to know who it is, at all. Don’t tell me who it is, don’t give me hints, don’t say your screen name. Tell me exactly what you think of me. Don’t sugarcoat things. Don’t lie. If you hate me, tell me why. Tell me what I’m doing wrong. If you like me, tell me why. Tell me exactly what you think of me.

[omg… OuO♥ you stop it you— this really was super duper sweet! -squishes face- HOWL SHALL ADOPT THIS DYSLEXIC WEREWOLF. c: we should def. rp soon!]

[glassmemoir-blog]

Eh? Ye should dress up like me fer halloween. Tae keep away the perverts~! I will dress up like you-- A'll even shave me legs if I gottae.

Mal—

Even more perver’s ‘ll show up if I dress as ya. An’ besides, yer clothes are ta big fer me! I won’ be able ta walk no where!

[movedcowardisms]

[Serious head tilt. It's neither. He's just perturbed by the fact thE FUCKING FIRE IS TALKING]

"It’s nothing special, really, he’s a demon."

"NOTHING SPECIAL? HOWL I DO HAVE YOUR HEART, YOU DO REMEMBER THAT RIGHT?"

"Oh shush."

[movedcowardisms]

[Howls at Calcifer]

"…….Is that a play on my name and are you trying to get on Calcifer’s nerves?" He gives you props though.

[glassmemoir-blog]

[Looks at magic picture, then Nicole. Bites her neck all sexual like and swegs off]

"……—" {/There are no words. None.}