#vampyrdoc

[supernaturaldisasterx]

𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐝 of working that afternoon, even if she hadn’t been as comfortable as she would have liked but... we weren’t physically tired more like psychologically. She had been there all morning and people just kept walking inside the bar, making her just walking around bringing the people’s orders o their tables and cleaning those after they left. As she walked outside of The Pride, Kelly took a deep breath, already feeling more relaxed after all day inside that place. Her eyes closed for a second, just to open back as she heard her manager’s voice behind her asking her if could do him a favor... she should’ve said she couldn’t, if that happened that way she wouldn’t be walking towards the Beacon Hills’ memorial with a bag in her hands. The young werewolf walked inside the place just to get to the reception, a man was standing there, and even if his scent had just betrayed him, making Kelly realize he hadn’t ordered dinner, she walked closer to the vampire. “Hmmm I’m pretty sure you didn’t order this but... do you know if any of your co-workers have ordered something from The Pride?” \\ @vampyrdoc​

[ofevolution]

closed starter for joshua waite || @vampyrdoc​

Derek rarely used the word friend to describe anyone he knew. Acquaintances, allies, co workers–those were the most used descriptors for the wolf’s relationships, Derek’s past encouraging him to mistrust and distant himself from others, only recently being able to admit some connections were stronger than what he initially had thought. It’d been easier, after the fire, to not use such words, to tell himself he didn’t feel such bonds with anyone. Guilt, anger, and sadness told him he didn’t deserve company, that all he did was put people in danger and get them hurt. That the only ones he could rely on were himself and Laura, the moment she was taken away leaving Derek believing he’d never find anyone to trust and be close to again.

There had been someone though, before Derek returned to Beacon Hills, an unlikely ally the wolf came to open himself up to, even if just a little. He didn’t share details of his past or discussed his emotions, but he enjoyed the other’s company, for a brief moment able to forget the darkness looming over his head while listening to the stories the man had to share and the advice he seemed so adamant to give. Derek came to respect the other, that sentiment still present even after years of not seeing him.

So when Derek caught the familiar scent of the vampire at the diner, he couldn’t help the rush of emotions that bubbled to the surface. He exited the kitchen, certain Joshua would at least recognize him by scent. “Joshua Waite.” A small but genuine smile curled his lips. “Finally got tired of the city life?"