#wolf max

[darlingboydiaz]

would charles pull wolf max’s tail during sex and if so how hard and if so how canon is it

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Ellie, we're making out sloppy style, actually.

YES HE WOULD THIS IS CANON NOW. He definitely pulls on Max's fur, so why wouldn't he pull on his tail. Definitely wraps his fingers into the fur and just pulls as hard as he can. 🤤

[mothlau]

Do you have any headcanon about Wolf!Max?

he lets leo win the alpha show offs, aka he rolls on his back when Leo tries to be a big bad wolf and that's all because he really, really needs Leo to like him (Leo loves him)

in a similar note, if he goes outside w Leo in his wolf form, he finds Leo the biggest sticks to bring home. he brings home tiny ones

with charles now, when he is in his wolf form he likes to drape himself all over him, and yeah Charles finds it a bit horrible because he can't breathe but at the same time being squished alive by his mate is the best thing ever so he doesn't complain

I probably have more but my brain is dead right now so ask me again in like 2 days and I will probably give you better headcanons babe

[mothlau]

i blink and suddenly the wolf max is threading quite close to dub/noncon and I don't know if I want to back paddle or nah

[other-rps]

Undisclosed Desires

Max: Once dinner was served and eaten by them both he'd swept the house for any other mugs before he did the washing up. Once he'd done that he'd grabbed his books and joined Liz in the living room and was settled on the floor near to the fire which was his usual choice of spot to study enjoying the warmth from the fire finding it relaxing. Flicking over another page on biology he let out a sigh. He could sense that Liz was restless from her constant fidgeting and squirming on the couch but he'd learnt that it was best not to prod these topics until she wanted to bring them up and so for now he returned his attention to his book flicking over another page.

Liz: How could she concentrate on history in this state? She looked over at Max who seemed focused on his biology homework, so for now she stayed silent. But she couldn't help her mind straying to the fact that it was Max who had been the guy to get furthest with her, even if it was on completely platonic level and he had been helping her bath when she could hardly move on her own. But she couldn't help remember that small part of her that had wanted him that day. She shook her head trying to get the thought out of it, but to no avail. She finally just had to say something. "Max?" she looked around for better words to put this as but to no such luck. "Have you ever been sexually frustrated?"

Max: Max had just ended up staring at the words upon the page quietly, they'd started to blur and he knew he'd been starting to overwork on this too much anyway. He needed a break so when he heard Liz call his name he folded the book shut with one finger rolling over a little to look at her. "Yes Liz?" He answered tilting his head back a little as he looked at her watching her look around curious to what was on her mind though as she spoke his mouth dropped a little the tips of his ears going a little red as he coughed sitting up. "I. . . I-uh. . . N-no . . . Why?"

Liz: She sighed. "I guess I'm just weird. Or maybe you're weird... or just Asexual." Liz shook her head closing her notebook and text book and setting the lap desk on the floor next to her. "I'm probably weird, that's what." She looked over at him again, noticing that he had turned red from her questioning. "I don't know why. I know I am. Emma's been talking about it all the time and it's not that I'm jealous but just hearing about makes me... I don't know. I've just been finding myself thinking thoughts I wouldn't normally and being curious about so much... I was just wondering if you did too..."

Max: He blinked slightly. "You're not weird. . . And I hope I'm not weird or asexual. . ." He pushed himself up into a sitting position and rubbed his hands together slowly. "You're not weird. . . You're seventeen of course you're going to be asking these questions." He lightly rubbed his temples willing the heat to die down across his skin though it failed. "You've been talking to Emma? And she's ended up making you start thinking about things." He shrugged his shoulders a little though at her question his face turned a little red. "Uh. . . W-well. . . That's a good question." He rubbed his neck a little hoping that his lack of answer would go un-noticed.

Liz: "Well yeah, because she talks about it all the time. Not that she didn't talk a lot about it before but now." She shrugged unsure of what she was trying to accomplish. Maybe it was just of no use. But she didn't know whether she should trust Emma about everything but she had no on else to ask. Though honestly Max was probably not the best person to ask. "Well? Do you think about it?"

Max: "Well it's Emma of course she talks about it all the time. . . It's Emma after all." He shrugged his shoulders slightly as he sat there watching her for a few moments as she seemed to lose herself in thought. He knew she'd pick up on his lack of answer and he sighed quietly. "W-well I uh. . . Ah. Well. Maybe. . ." The room was suddenly rather hot for his liking but he eventually nodded his head. "Yes. . . Yes I um. . . do."

Liz: "It is Emma," she agreed with a sigh. "But now when she talks about it, instead of glossing over it I find myself curious the more she talks..." She watched as he tried to form an answer to her question, seeming to struggle as she knew he would. This always embarrassed him, talking about subjects that he was uncomfortable with. Maybe she should just drop it and have this discussion with Evan, even if she would have to get through all of his flirting to do so. But finally he answered. She moved down on the floor aside from him and just looked at him. "I'm sorry for bringing this up, I know that you don't want to talk about it... We can just drop it."

Max: He scratched his head a little watching her quietly. "So. . . You're more interested in it now that you're older. . . That makes sense I mean. . . You're basically an adult now." He shifted slightly beginning to rub his neck a little. As she moved down onto the floor beside him the fire across his skin was evident. "N-no. . . It's fine. I want to help you like I always do. I just. . ." He pursed his lips trying to formulate some kind of sentences. "I. . . I've never found myself in that situation. I mean sure I've thought about it a lot lately ever since. . . Well . . ." He looked at her guiltily he knew he should feel bad about thinking of his best friend like that but in all honesty she'd been on his mind a lot lately. "I-I don't know if that's the werewolf thing or not I mean I'd like to know . . ." He trailed off awkwardly.

Liz: "Yeah I guess it does make sense in that connotation." Liz rubbed her hands together. When she moved down to the floor she just how flaming red Max's face was and felt bad for getting him this embarrassed. She really would have dropped the subject if he would have liked. "But I don't want you to feel uncomfortable by trying to help me." She watched his lips purse and wondered whether those lips would feel as good on her lips as they did when kissing her forehead as he often did. "I guessed that.. Ever since what?" she asked, looking at him curiously. "I don't think its just the werewolf thing getting you thinking like this. I just think we're growing up."

Max: He'd never had this particular conversation let alone with Liz but now it was happening it felt a little surreal. "It's not . . . That that's makings feel uncomfortable." He swallowed nervously beginning to fiddle his fingers. He looked at her and noticed her staring at his lips and he smiled. "What are you thinking?" He asked quietly. "S-since uh. . . Since. Uh last year. I just. . . I don't know." His voice had gone quiet.

Liz: "What makes is it that is making you uncomfortable then?" She set a hand on his arm comfortingly and felt the warmth that was radiating off of him. She wanted to move in closer and soak in that heat but she kept the distance. At his question she looked back up in his eyes. "Silly things," she said with a sheepish smile a light blush creeping onto her skin. "Last year? Same kind of with me... It's just gotten worse."

Max: "It. . . I. . ." He glanced down at her hand as she set in on his arm, she was close enough that she seemed to be taking over his senses which was always what happened when she was near to him. "What silly things?" He lifted his hand lightly to brush her cheek as a light blush began to creep across her skin his fingers gentle as always. Though at her next comment he looked surprised. "You have? Worse how? What? Is that bad?" He blinked a little his surprise catching him off guard.

Liz: As he lifted his hand to brush her cheek to could almost feel the blush escalating on her skin. His touch was soft and gentle and she fought the urge to removed her hand from his arm and move it to set against the one on her cheek. She considered lying to his question, too unsure of his reaction to actually speak of her thoughts.. "It's not bad but... like take the silly thing I thought of, which isn't really that silly, it's just... I don't know.... I was thinking what it would be like to kiss you."

Max: He couldn't help the way his hand seemed to automatically raise gently brushing her cheek, it was just a habit that had developed that he felt the need to look after her and keep her safe and everything he could to make her as happy as possible. He was quiet as she spoke just listening to what she had to say though as she said about kissing him he blinked. "M-me? Kiss me? Like. . . Kiss?" He stammered a little going quiet before collecting himself. "Well. . . I mean if you want to I. . . I don't- wouldn't. . . I wouldn't mind."

Liz: "Yes. Kiss you. I guess I thought it so silly because I've kissed plenty of people before, so it's not a new thing, but I've never kissed you and I ended up thinking about how your lips would feel comparatively." She was a little embarrassed about feeling this way but how could she really stop it now that they'd come this far. "You wouldn't?" she asked for clarification. "I don't want you to feel like you have to, just to entertainment my odd curiosity. Because you're my best friend and I wouldn't want to do anything..." She was rambling by this point and to stop anymore words coming out of her mouth, she leaned forward and kissed Max on the lips. The kiss was supposed to have been a soft one, but at Liz's slightly frenzied state, it was a little more heated than she had really expected.

Max: He'd gone rather quiet, the fact that she'd been wanting to kiss him had come as such a surprise he just didn't know how to let his brain process it. "I guess I've kissed other people before and if you want to. . . I'm not going to stop you." He could tell from her expression she was embarrassed and he wanted to stop that. The last thing he wanted was her to feel awkward around him. "I wouldn't. . . Because. . . I-I've wanted to kiss you for a long time now." He knew she was rambling and as she leaned forward he did the same meeting her halfway. He could tell she was frazzled and the kiss was more heated than he'd been anticipating but he matched her heat with a gentle reverence pressing his lips to her own firmly hoping to keep some sort of grounding here though his heart was beginning to pound erratically at the thought of Liz being the girl he was kissing.

Liz: Her mind was going crazy with the fact that these were Max's lips on her own, just as gentle as she thought they would be, but also surprising at how firmly he was reacting to her heated start. And before she knew it she continued to kiss him, again and again, with slightly more force, steadily inching closer to him, afraid that if she took her lips off of his that it would be the last kiss that she had with him. The thought of her worrying about that was odd, but felt right. Soon her lungs needed air and she pulled back slightly, a small but bright smile tugging at her lips. "Was that worth the wanting?"

Max: Everything else that might've mattered seemed to fade out as soon as he felt her lips collide with his own, though he couldn't exactly put into words how much he'd wanted that. He could sense an almost frantic pace to each kiss she gave him but each time he met her easily his hand lightly gripping her waist drawing her in until she was settled against him. His mind was in overdrive along with his heart and he didn't want this to stop. He could feel a burning deep in his lungs but he needed her lips more than he needed air and he stole one last kiss before he drew back looking pleased albeit a little bewildered. "It was. . . I-It was amazing." He murmured a little bashfully as he gazed at her.

Liz: She was pressed against his body, his hand gripping her waist. At some point during the kiss she had grabbed the side of his neck firmly so that she could brush her thumb against his cheek and pull into the kiss simultaneously. Not as though she needed to; he seemed just as interested in the kiss as she was. She was breathing heavily by the time both of them pulled back, though she stayed close to him. "I.. I'm glad," she said softly, gazing into his brown eyes, though her eyes trailed back down to his lips occasionally.

Max: There was barely a fraction of an inch between them, her hold on his neck sent fire through his veins and it seemed to completely re-energise him he felt light if not a little lost for thought the only main concern of his being Liz. As they parted he could hear her heavy breathing and he noticed just how short of breath he was. "I've. . . I've never had a kiss that left me short for breath. I-I. . . I liked it." He smiled sheepishly as he met her gaze though he noticed the way they trailed away and he wasn't sure what part of him made the decision but he leaned in again and caught her lips heatedly.

Liz: Liz brushed his cheek lightly with her thumb. "Yeah. They're great," she agreed, a flush tone to her skin, her smile still bright. She felt buzzing with energy, slightly like the energy that flowed through her when she did magic and she craved more of it, but didn't want to push it. But she couldn't help looking at his lips occasionally. And then Max had leaned forward again and captured his lips in another kiss and she responded with more passion than before

Max: He felt like he'd been pumped with adrenaline and like he was burning hotter than usual. He'd wondered and tried to imagine what it might be like and now to finally get the chance it was beyond comparison. Though he could tell once they broke apart that she wanted another as much as he did and he just caught her lips firmly. The passion was more than he'd ever felt in his life and his grip tightened on her waist as the passion just seemed to rack up along with the heat that was radiating between them and he pushed everything he'd ever thought and felt into the kiss wondering whether she'd understand.

Liz: As they kissed, his grip tightened on her waist and she moved closer, this time pulling herself into his lap, and wrapping her legs loosely around his waist so she could be as close as she wanted, pressed up against him. Her dress rose up her legs a little as she settled into this new position her hand moving from the side of his neck to trail down his chest and then down his side . Max was warm, always so warm and she wanted as much contact as she possibly could get. She had always had a cursh on Max but she never thought anything was going to come of it but now that this was.. happening she wished it would have happened sooner.

Max: Max wasn't going to waste a single second whilst this lasted because he didn't know how long it would last. He was once again surprised as he felt her settle into his lap and her legs wrap around his waist but he didn't push her away more do the opposite savouring the feeling of having her this close to him. He'd crushed on Liz for as long as he could remember and the past year had only solidified that. He drew back lightly tugging on her lip with his teeth gazing at her his breathing coming in pants. "You're amazing. God you're. . . You're amazing." He was looking at her an unspoken question in his darkened gaze, Max just wanted Liz to feel comfortable and he'd do anything that made her feel that way.

Liz: A small moan escaped her mouth as she felt his teeth dragging on her lips, her eyes fluttering closed at the feeling before flickering open to gaze at Max with an intimate affection. "You're wonderful," she murmured, noting the darkness entering his eyes and though at first couldn't think of why, soon she made a slightly nod of her head and in response pressed her lips firmly against his, using a hand to move one of his hands from her waist and resettling it on her thigh, where the fabric of the dress had ridden up her leg.

Max: He was guessing and he was relieved that the guess had paid off, he was gazing at her quietly his gaze filled with pure adoration because he did and always would adore her. He was waiting for some kind of confirmation and as she nodded he seemed to relax a little of course he was nervous why wouldn't he be instead of focussing on his nerves he thought about her lips pressed to his own and he let her guide his hand from her waist his mind too wrapped up in the kiss to really notice. His hand settled on her thigh easily his fingers lightly brushing across the bared skin trailing up the skin by instinct.

Liz: She knew he was nervous. Hell, she was nervous. But she also wanted this, she wanted his lips on her lips, his fingers on her skin and so she tried to use the kiss to both answer his question and dispel the nerves. She moved his hand slowly and carefully, as soon as it was where she wanted it she removed her hand to tangled it in his hair, her fingers brushing along the nape of his neck affectionately. Her kisses continued to grow in passion as they continued and she shivered slightly at his warm fingers trailing up her skin, just like she wanted them to.

Max: The kiss worked but it didn't mean he wanted to be careful with her but as her fingers tangled in his hair and brushed along the nape of his neck something just seemed to unhinge in the back of his mind and he kissed her harder than he had been before more willing. Feeling her shiver as his fingers brushed up her thigh he began to curiously kiss along her jaw his fingers continuing to trail gently until they touched the fabric of her dress and began to edge this up until his fingers neared top of her thigh. "Good?" He asked quietly, he wanted to learn how to make her happy and how to do this well enough to please her and that meant occasional queries.

Liz: Something had caused something to go off with Max, as she noticed him kissing her harder than he had before and she increased her own intensity as well, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt to bring him closer, even as he broke away from the kiss and started planting kisses along her jawline.. She had wondered for a while how it would feel to have his constantly warm fingers sliding up her thigh and now that it was happening she could admit that it was a great feeling. His finger pushed up the fabric of the dress, his hands reaching the top of her thigh. She nodded to his question. "Great," she murmured her fingers trailing across the nape of his neck again.

Max: He wouldn't ever protest about the way her fingers curled into his shirt he'd always felt embarrassed about entertaining these ideas of what it might be like to have Liz's hands and lips to himself and it was still rather surreal to him. He shivered as her fingers trailed across the nape of his neck and a slight growl rumbled in his chest his nails digging slightly into her thighs both of which caused him to pull back a little his face going red. "Sorry, I. . . I don't . . . I don't know what that was. Sorry." He felt a little self conscious of what was happening and he eased up his grip on her thigh. "I don't want to hurt you."

Liz: At his growl she finally realized what had cause his actions earlier, though she let out a small gasp as his nails dug into her thighs and she gripped his shirt tightly in response. But he pulled back from her and she gazed at him with concern, now that his nails had loosened from her skin and she could concentrate on something else. "It.. It's alright. That growl was sexy anyways," she murmured. She moved her hand that had previously been in his hair to his shoulder to not risk having that happen again. "You aren't going to hurt me. And if you do, I'll tell you." She kissed him softly on the lips with a smile. "It's alright Max."

Max: He couldn't tell whether the gasp and tightening of her grip on his shirt was a good sign or a bad one but she wasn't pushing him away. His brows were furrowed slightly as he eased his hands back a little. "It was?" He sounded a little out of sorts not entirely sure if she was saying it to be honest or for his own benefit. "A-alright. I couldn't bear the idea of hurting you." He returned the kiss just as gently his hands carefully resuming their light trailing of her skin.

Liz: "Yes.. I never had someone growl at me like that before." Her breath was slightly shaky but she was disappointed as she felt his hands eased back a little. She had liked the growl, it had rumbled and could feel it at her closeness and it had made her buzz. "Don't worry. You aren't going to hurt me." She let the kiss grow naturally, trying to get back to the heat of before and felt better as his hands started to trail over her skin again.

Max: "You've never kissed a werewolf if I've heard about most of them." He countered his voice quiet but he seemed better to know that he hadn't scared her. It didn't take long for the kiss to rebuild and he broke carefully kissing down to her neck his hands also growing a little more adventuresome as his nails lightly dragged along the sensitive flesh of her inner thigh following the curve of her body. His fingers halted as they came into contact with her pelvis checking her reaction to see whether she wanted him to stop.

Liz: "What werewolf would I have wanted to kiss, other than you?" she whispered, her smile coy as she kissed him again, her fingers loosening in his shirt, not pulling it taut against his skin like earlier. Soon their fire grew again and he started to kiss down her neck causing her emit little sighs of contentment. As he dragged his nails across her skin, she squirmed pleasurably; that and his kisses to her neck made a soft moan escape from her. As he fingers halted, she moved forward to brush against them, a clear sign that she did not want him to stop. Anything he was doing, really.

Max: "None I guess." He smiled a little against her lips as he felt her fingers working at his shirt and as the fire grew he trailed kisses and light bites down her neck. As one hand trailed over her thigh the other held her waist to stop her squirming too much but he could sense her pulse beating through her neck and he directed his kisses to focus on this spot and as she moved forwards his hand gently slid down her pelvis and between her legs his fingers brushing over her panties. He was acutely aware of the fact that no one else had been in this situation with her and he was hoping he was doing everything well for her.

Liz: Before he could get too far down her neck, she felt her fingers at the bottom hem of his shirt pulling it up over his head, even if it disrupted his kissing. She wanted no barrier between and the warmth that radiated from his body. His hand didn't stop her from squirming, but it did stop her from moving too much. The feeling of him kissing at her pulse point was already too much, she had gasped at first from the sensation. And now as his warm fingers trailed over her panties, where there was already a heat building she made a shakey moan, her fingers digging slightly into Max's bare shoulder.

Max: He didn't particularly appreciate the way that she pulled off his shirt interrupting his trail of kisses down her neck but he didn't protest too much. He found he rather enjoyed the feeling of her pulse leaping beneath his lips but maybe that was the more animalistic nature locked up in his subconscious. He could sense her arousal and her shakey moan just caused a slight smile to play at his lips and he chuckled as she dug her fingers into his shoulder. He slowly began to let his fingers set up a slow rhythm beginning to rub her body wanting her to feel as good as he could think of making her feel. He wanted her, he'd wanted her for a whole year and now that he had her he wasn't sure if he was willing to let her go.

Liz: She noticed his smile, letting one grow on her own as she let her fingers run through his hair. "I've wanted this for a while now; tried to imagine how it would feel like. But this is even more amazing then I had ever imagined it." She fell silent as his fingers started rubbing against her rhythmically and she could help but occasionally move her body with them. Liz couldn't think of anyone else she would want to be in this situation with other than Max. She trusted him and knew that he cared for her and that was what she had been wanting for this moment.

Max: As she ran her fingers through his hair he couldn't help the growl that escaped his lips. "Basically the same for me." He admitted quietly placing a kiss to her neck as his fingers set up a rhythm feeling her body begin to respond but his usual patience growing a little short Liz was here and it wasn't some kind of dream. He gripped the base of her dress ripping it straight up the seams to remove it from her body as he nipped at the juncture of her neck he glanced down at the fabric in his hands and murmured a quiet sorry. "I. . . I keep forgetting about the strength." He laughed a little awkwardly before he caught her lips pushing her down before realising where they were. "Are you okay here? I want this to be as comfortable for you as I can make it."

Liz: She loved the sound of that deep growl that she could get him to make. Liz felt him make a movement to remove her dress, but instead she heard the ripping of the fabric. though the thought was pushed by her mind by the nip of his teeth on her neck. "It's fine. I didn''t like this dress anyways," she chuckled, still a bit out of breath at how his fingers had made her feel. That wasn't completely true, but she did like what was happening now better than that dress and that counted for something. She was pushed down and accepted his kiss greedily. "We should be fine. No one's supposed to be coming over tonight. The doors are locked," she murmured. "Unless you would rather move to a bed." She leaned forward to catch his lips in an intense kiss.

Max: Some of his more natural instincts were kicking in and the sound that escaped his lips was a sign of that. His patience wore thin with the dress and so he did the first thing that came to mind and soon enough she was bare against him. "I'll get you a replacement. I promise." He lightly nuzzled her neck affectionately before he pushed her down and kissed her passionately if not a little desperately. "I don't think I can wait that long." He admitted looking as if he was going to say something more before he was silenced by her kiss his hands carefully trailing up to the back of her bra his fingers slipping a little before he finally managed to unclasp it.

Liz: "You better? It better be the prettiest one we can find," she said with a grin, pressing her bare skin against his warm body as he nuzzled her neck. She chuckled at his admittance and leaned forward to kiss him before he could say anything else. She wouldn't make him wait that long if he didn't think he could. His hands started to travel up to the back of her bra and she waited for him to unclasped it, where he had a little trouble. All boys always had some trouble with those garments though. Finally he worked the clasps apart and she smiled into their kiss.

Max: "It will be. I promise you and if it's not I'll repair that one." His tone was quiet but it was evident he meant it, he hadn't intended on ripping her dress it had just happened and he'd find a way to replace it. He clutched her close lowering her down once he had her bra removed the kiss growing in intensity as he lightly pressed his hips into her own albeit warily not sure how she'd respond to this action.

Liz: She still had her legs loosely wrapped about him as he lowered her down and her hands clutched at his sides as their kiss continued to grow. His lips were like heaven, the only bit of heaven she'd get to know and would want to know. When his hips pressed against hers her mind didn't know how to react, but her body did, instinctively pressing back against his after a moment of hesistation.

Max: Her lips were the only aphrodisiac that he ever would or ever would want to experience. He wanted to keep and treasure her so that she would never get hurt again, of course it was a childish notion but he felt the overwhelming need to protect her and more. Her hesitation caused a brief worry to flicker through his head but he felt her respond and he relaxed beginning to rock his hips into her own. He could feel himself getting hard and he felt his desperation rocket as he set about fumbling with his belt as he broke away from her lips to catch a must needed breath gazing down at her. "God you're beautiful."

Liz: The hesitation had only been from the processing of the sensation that was going on in the lower half of her body. It felt exhilarating. He began to rock his hips into hers and moaned at the friction it was causing between her legs; occasionally she would meet his rocking with her own hips. She smiled up at him when he broke away from their kiss, trying to remove his belt with clumsy hands. She ran her hands up his thigh, feeling him hard beneath his jeans and help him unbuckled the belt and pull it through the loops. "And you're handsome," she murmured, gazing up at him.

Max: As she began to meet his rhythm he groaned quietly his head falling forwards a little at the sensations running through his body. His mind was completely frazzled and that made simple tasks seem rather too burdensome or take too long to be completed and his eyes rolled close as her hand ran up his thigh his breath catching in his throat before he tugged down his zipper and kicked off his trousers. "You're the most. . . Radiant woman I'll ever see in my life."

Liz: She had no problems with helping him with his belt, her hands working nimbly if not shakily, the heat between her legs aching for more friction. And she couldn't help to see his reaction when she ran her hands up his thighs, wanting to see what she did to him. She smiled up at him. "That's enough compliments. I don't need your words right now. I just need you." She trailed her nails up his sides looking up at him.

Max: Even the slightest touch seemed to send volts through his body, and he nodded his head slightly his nerves suddenly returned but the feeling of her nails caused him to shiver. "Alright." He murmured tugging off his boxers before his thumbs hooked into her underwear easing this down gently. "Definitely?" He asked quietly giving her a chance if she wanted to back out if she wanted to take it.

Liz: She thought as he slowly removed her underwear that this would be the part where she would start panicking. But it didn't come, instead she felt ready for this, as much as a person could be and she nodded at his query. "Definitely," she murmured looking up at him, though then something occurred to her. "Shouldn't we be using some type of protection though?" she asked.

Max: Max just wanted to make her feel as easy about this as he could even if his own nerves were sky high. Her nod caused him to also nod though at her next point his eyes widened. "Oh shit." He grumbled this quietly. "I uh. . . Guess so." He sighed and ended up reaching aside to grab his bag rifling through this until he pulled out a silver packet before moving to sit opposite her his face having gone crimson as he rolled the condom on and he screwed up his eyes a little the lapse causing him to lose a bit of confidence. "Uh. . . D-do you want to come here o-or. . ."

Liz: "I just.. think I'd rather not end up pregnant," she murmured as he moved away to get the condom from his bag and rolling it on. She propped herself up on her elbows to watch him and when he spoke she noticed he was more visibly nervous than before. She got up and crawled over to him , resting her forehead on his for a few moments. "I.. I trust you Max. And I want this," she said softly, only taking her eyes off of his to glance briefly down when her thumb brushed down his member. Then she looked back at him and kissed him harder than before, using her the secret weapon and softly stroked the skin at the nape of his neck.

Max: "No. . . Yeah I get it. I mean. . . Usually I'd think b-but you've kind of. . . Fried my brain I think. I mean I d-don't think. I-I mean all I think about is you. . . Well. . . Yeah." It was Max's turn to ramble tonight he was feeling a little idiotic for nearly letting that happen and it just brought back his nerves full force. "Yeah. . ." His fingers had started twitching a little and as he gazed into her eyes he became lost once again though at the contact of her thumb he sucked in a breath and before he knew it she was kissing him harder than he thought possible shivers erupting over his skin as she stroked the nape of his neck pushing her back down onto the ground as he repositioned himself though he made sure the kiss was gentler and more caring as he pressed the head of his erection to her centre.

Liz: "It's fine. We've got it sorted out now," she said softly with a smile. Max may have wanted her to feel good and safe, but she wanted to make sure that Max felt comfortable as well. And she wanted to anything possible to rid him of those nerves other than leaving him alone. And kissing him had worked wonders before, so she tried it again. As he pushed her to the ground the kiss became gentle and soft, thanks to Max and Liz matched his emotion, feeling him as he shifted over her and she spread her legs a bit to accommodate his positioning.. She let out a low hum as the head of his erection pressed against her, but she waited for Max to continued on.

Max: "Yeah. . ." Not much would work to ever properly get rid of his nerves they would always be a constant part of him the constant fear of hurting her in the back of his head. Sure the kiss relaxed him but it didn't really shift them. He kissed her tenderly and with as much affection as he could muster which was a surprising amount though as he felt her shift to accommodate him he couldn't wait any longer and slowly thrust into her body his muscles tensing at the feeling that overcame him but he kept his actions slow trying not to rush as he inched into her.

Liz: She matched his pace with the kiss, bringing up her hand to cup his face gently, wanting to use as much affection as she could to let Max know that she really did want this. But she couldn't help but tense as he slowly pushed into her and even at his slow pace she could still feel the slight pain it was causing, but it wasn't unbearable. She had let out a gasp when he had entered her and her mouth remained opened as she moved her arms to wrap beneath his shoulder to hold him close for comfort.

Max: He knew what she was trying to convey through the kiss and action of her hand and it worked a little better this time around. He was wary of hurting her too much and he loosened his grip a little on her hip as he pressed into her. He lightly pressed affectionate and loving kisses along her jaw hoping this would help her relax as she held him for comfort wanting her to feel as good about this as he could manage. "A-are you okay?" He asked quietly his voice shaking a little but he managed to control this rather well as he spoke.

Liz: She had closed her eyes as he had first started to enter her. She keep her arm wrapped around him, her fingers pressing into his skin, trying to keep some grounding with this feeling, but she let a small smile curve her lips as he started to kiss along her jaw. "I.. ye...ah," she murmured, her eyes flickering open to gaze up at him, her voice shaking more than his. She let out a long breath trying to ease the tenseness that had built inside her, unconsciously dragging her nails lightly along his back. "Yeah, I'm okay."

Max: He just held her gently not particularly minding her fingers pressing into his skin, his lips began to trail slowly and gently along her jaw trying to ease her discomfort. At her murmur he softly nuzzled her neck he heard the shake in her voice along with the tenseness of her body. Max heard her let out a long breath and he just lightly kissed her neck waiting until she was ready though her nails along his back caused him to shiver and once she said she was okay he drew back before thrusting back into her his movements slow trying to get used to the feeling that in all honesty had his head spinning. "Tell me if it hurts." He mumbled inbetween each kiss against her neck

Liz: She closed again although only briefly as he nuzzled into her neck softly, his warm breath sending flames shooting across her skin which turn into volts of electricity as his kissed her neck, even if it was a light kiss it still sent Liz's mind reeling. She felt him draw back the thrust back into her slowly, her breath caught tin her throat only to return with a low moan at the sensation combined with the electric kisses he planted on her neck. "I..I will," she murmured. There was still a little bit of pain, though honestly it was more of discomfort, but it was mixed with a feeling of pleasure that was soon taking over.

Max: He was feeling invincible and that was simply because this was one of his most frequent thoughts and now it was happening it was. . . Incredible to say the least. He just wanted to shower her in as much affection as he could give her and that meant he'd kiss and cuddle and do everything he could just to make that happen. Her murmur caused him to nod, that was all he needed to know and he began to rock his hips slowly into her own a groan escaping his lips at the feelings running through his body.

Liz: After a couple of slow thrusts, the discomfort had eased away, leaving behind a fiery, pleasuring sensation that overtook her body. She heard his groan, the same feelings continuing to make her moan. Everything felt good now but she wanted it to feel better. She had a curious thought and met his hips as he thrust forward, causing him to go deeper and a surprised but enjoying gasp came from her. Wanting more of that feeling, she began matching the rhythm of his hips.

Max: With each slow thrust he took his grip tightened just a little on her waist and he noticed that she seemed to be relaxing which was what he wanted and the moment she met his hips his breath caught and his eyes rolled closed. The pace began to increase steadily and his hands left her waist trailing over her stomach and body exploring each inch of skin he now had available to him. He left her neck and caught her lips in a rather feverish kiss, he could feel his heart thudding in his chest and knew that it was solely Liz causing that to happen.

Liz: Her nails dug into his skin, not violently but as if using him as a sense of support, especially once she started to meet his hips and lose herself to the pleasure in the process. Their rhythm began to steadily increase and she felt his hands trailing across her body. As he caught her lips into another kiss she responded desperately dragging her nails across his skin.

Max: He winced a little as her nails dug in, the feeling was strange not really painful but not really pleasing either but right now he didn't pay much attention to it. If she wanted to do that for support then he'd let her without any complaint. His fingers brushed over her skin reverently mapping each piece of her body to his memory if this was only a one off occasion then he wanted to make the most of it his back arched slightly under her nails and he began to pick up a faster rhythm.

Liz: Her nails let up when she saw him wince. "I'm sorry," she murmured, trailing her fingers comfortingly across his back, trying to fix whatever she had done. She considered kissing him heatedly, biting on his lower lip, not hard but enough so that he would feel it. She felt his back arch into her nails and she moaned his name as he began to quicken the pace.

Max: Max shook his hiead slightly as she murmured an apology. "No it's fine. . . Just. . . Strange." He let his eyes flicker open to gaze at her seeming rather at ease hoping to show there was nothing to fix because she'd done nothing wrong. As she moaned his name his eyes widened a little and it caused him to simply began kissing her a little harder as he kept up his rocking motion his breathes coming in short gasps.

Liz: She stared at him for a few moments, trying to figure out whether he was lying or not. When she seemed to accept his words as truth she was going to nod until the pleasure building up inside her made her forget all about that. She was surprised at herself for moaning his name but it felt right in her mouth and she couldn't have stopped herself if she would have wanted to. She met his lips ferverently as he kissed her hard, continuing to meet his hips.

Max: He was being honest it was just a new feeling to have someone else's nails rather than his own claws digging into his shoulders. He wasn't entirely sure if he'd heard his name leave her lips but it caused him to smile everything feeling brighter and better at the mere thought. He was surprised as he growled her name as she continued to meet his thrusts capturing her lips hungrily. He could feel his muscles begin to tighten and a heat beginning to build up inside of him as her name escaped his lips again quietly praising in a way.

Liz: Her name lingered on her ear in the form of a growl, the same growl that she had learned she loved to hear from him, as it made her insides buzz at the thought of what she made him do. She smiled as her name escaped his lips again, how it sounded like a praise. "This feels as good as magic does," she murmured, panting. She could feel a different tenseness building inside her which move through body, her toes curling, her fingers clutching him close.

Max: She was the only thing on his mind and the way that her name lingered in his growl made that more than evident all it took was a few words and he'd do anything she'd ever ask of him. "It does? I thought. . . You said nothing would ever compare to that?" The surprise was evident as he spoke but any other comment he might have to make was broken off as his nails dug a little into her waist. It only took a few more thrusts before he groaned out her name feeling himself get lost in pure bliss. "God." He managed to mumble quietly keeping up his thrusts wondering if Liz was close.

Liz: "I thought so too... But I had never felt this.. you before," she murmured her eyes squeezing shut as his nails dug into her waist. She heard him groan her name, though it seemed distant as if it was through a tunnel. Her body felt on fire and tense, and then all at once a feeling of euphoria spread through her, causing her fingers to dig into his skin, her toes to curl almost to the point that it was painful. A high-pitched sound escaped from her throat as she arched her body toward him. The blinding pleasure soon eased away leaving her in a state of bliss and Liz opened her eyes to look back up at Max.

Max: "I never thought this would ever. . . Ever happen." He admitted sheepishly shaking his head slightly, he could feel her tense and he just held her as she did. He kept rocking his hips into her own though as her fingers dug into his skin he groaned quietly. He was gazing at her awe-struck as her body arched towards him and he pressed his body to her own in response. Though as the moment began to pass his movements began to slow his breathing heavy as he met her gaze his hand raising to gently brush her hair out of her face gazing at her in adoration.

Liz: Liz was gasping for air by the time she had sunk into this blissful state, gazing up at Max with wonder at the events and the feeling that had just passed through her. "That was... wow," she murmured. "Much better than I had imagined it would be. God." She nuzzled at his hand as he brought it to her face to brush back some of her hair. Her own hands slide off of his back to cup his face, brushing her thumb across his skin.

Max: He just kissed her sweetly occasionally nuzzling her as he finally became still, his eyes had never once left her completely transfixed. "You were wow." He mumbled smiling a little sheepishly as he brushed her cheek. "I. . . I'm glad that it was you." His head tilted a little into her hand enjoying the contact with her. "More than glad I. . . I can't put it into words how I feel." He looked a little bashful but decided that maybe declarations of emotions would be left for another time he didn't want to freak her out so instead he kissed her gently. "You're radiant."

Liz: "I'm.. I'm glad that it was you too. You were the only one I trusted.. are the only one," she whispered bashfully, her eyes flickering away but returning almost immediately back to gazing at him a smile forming on her lips. She wanted to tell Max that she liked him, that was the reason she had always imagined this, but Liz had no time for romance or emotions most of the time anymore and she was terrified of them not being reciprocated.. It was better just to not say anything at all. She kissed him back just as softly, still smiling. "I feel like I'm glowing." She let out a light giggle.

Max: "You're the only person I'll ever completely trust, with my life." He lightly brushed his nose against her own unable to with their proximity. He was smiling contently as he looked at her and it was evident what his mood was. He opened his mouth looking like he had something to say before closing it and shaking his head. "You are. . . God you're so. . . So breath-takingly astounding. " He sighed contently carefully easing off of her. "We should probably. . . Get a shower or a bath." He nodded a little though he didn't want to move at all.

Liz: "I'm glad," she replied with a grin. he eased off of her and she propped herself up onto her elbows, nodding at his suggestions and though she didn't want to move she knew that they were smart idea. I'd be up for either. We need to get washed up before we sleep." She rose to a sitting position, then started to try to stand, but her legs felt weak at the simple action and she leaned against the wall for support until Max got up.

Max: He carefully sat back looking at her quietly. "You can uh. . . choose. I don't mind which." He watched her try to stand not making much movement himself though when he noticed her sitting against the wall he coughed and got up slowly and a little shakily but he crossed over to her side gently hooking his hands under her arms and lifting her up. "Are you okay?" He asked quietly gently checking over her generally neck knowing he'd bitten it a little earlier even if he had scratches of his own on his shoulders.

Liz: "Then I say shower."She nodded and attempted to stand up, not realizing just how weak her legs were feeling from what they had done.. She waited until Max got up, walked over to her and lifted her up off the ground and she leaned into him once she was up, afraid to slide back down the wall again. "Yeah, I am. It's just my legs feel weak and a bit clumsy. Like a baby giraffe." She smiled and lightly chuckled. When she noticed him inspecting her she tilted her head. "Whatcha looking for?"

Max: "Alright." He gently lifted her up off of the ground letting his body stabilise her once she was up onto her feet. "Baby giraffes are very cute. . . I do like baby giraffes." He murmured quietly as his eyes carefully trailed over her neck and shoulders though when she caught him ears turned a little red. "U-uh. . . Nothing just. . . Just wanted to be sure I didn't hurt you. I still get paranoid I guess." He admitted quietly his hand lightly brushing over her cheek. "P-plus your beauty should be admired."

Liz: "So that means you think I'm cute and that you like me," she said with a grin as she leaned against him, taking one of his hands threading her fingers with his. "Nothing? Oh, well, you didn't hurt me. So you should stop worrying. The only place that hurts even the slightest bit is here." He led his hand to where his nails dug into her waist. "But that's not even too bad." She smiled as his free hand brushed over her cheek. "Well if say so. I don't see why it shouldn't."

Max: His cheeks flared a little as he looked at her letting her take his hand. "I. . . Well I mean. W-who wouldn't? A-and I'd. . . I'd like to hope it's the same." He smiled sheepishly looking down. "God, I feel like a lost puppy when I'm around you." He sounded a little embarrassed by that though as she led his hand to her waist he gently smoothed his hands over them. "I'm sorry, though you gave as good as you got." He drew her hand up to his shoulder. "Of course I say so. You're. . . You're beautiful and attractive and smart and that should be admired and acknowledged."

Liz: "Plenty of people wouldn't. Emma's always been the well-liked one. And.. it is the same," she murmured, a smile tugging at her lips. "Lost puppies are cute and I like them, so I guess that makes us even." She smiled as he ran his fingers over the marks he had left on her, but as he pulled her hand to his shoulder she frowned slightly, only momentarily. "I'm sorry," she murmured. "And one day it might be. It might just be." She pressed a lingering kiss to his lips. "Come on, let's go get washed up."

Max: "Tosh." He shook his head but a smile began to grow on his lips then. "I guess it does." He couldn't help the look on his face as he said this. He was careful as his fingers brushed over her waist but her frown caused him to shake his head. "No. . . I like them. They're reminders." He murmured quietly. "Of course it will and until others do I'll just have to do it in their place." He returned the kiss gently electrcity running through his body. "Yeah." And with this he slowly helped her out of the room.

Liz: She enjoyed seeing him smile, especially when she was the one to cause it and her own smile grew at the sight of it. When she felt and saw what she had done to him she had to frown, afraid that she had hurt him too much. " I just wanted to make sure... Reminders... I like that," she murmured. "I'm perfectly alright with you doing it as long as you like." She moved them towards the staircase.

Max: Max just gained happiness from seeing Liz happy and as her smile grew it caused his heart to thud a little faster which would become a regular occurence from now on. "I'm fine, like I said. . . They're good reminders." He nodded slightly and let her lead him to the staircase his hands gently gripping her body so as to not let her fall. "Alright I will." He murmured quietly as they reached the landing before he wondered aloud. "Do I make you happy?"

Liz: "Well, I guess then I have good reminders too," she murmured, looking down at her waist with a smile. They made it over to the staircase, Liz leaning into Max as he held her upright as they went, afraid that if she didn't she would crumble to the ground again. When he asked his question Liz just grinned up at him. "Of course you make me happy. You have always made me happy Max. Ever since we became friends you've been making me happy, just like I've been trying to make you happy. All you have to do is smile at me and my day seems to get better."

Max: His hands remained lightly wrapped around her frame as they walked letting her lean on him so they both didn't go crashing down to the floor. As he asked his question he watched her warily as she answered though what she said caused his smile to broaden again. "Always, really? Just that?" He briefly tightened his grip on her. "I guess trying to make you happy has become my life mission now." He ended up nodding his head as they walked along. "Good. . . That's. . . Good. I'm glad."

Liz: "Yes always. Even when you make me angry and make me want to throw you across the room. Soon enough you start making me happy again.. because I can't stay mad at you. Yes, just that rare smile of yours." She flashed him a brilliant smile as his gripped her waist tighter. "That's a pretty good life mission, though you should find something else on top of that... I'm glad you make me happy too," she murmured as they entered the bathroom and she made her way over to the shower turning on the hot water.

Max: "You've thrown me across enough rooms enough times for me to learn what I need to do, plus I told you. . . When you push me - or in those cases throw me away it's usually when you need me most." He couldn't help but want to hold her close and firmly to make sure that she wasn't going anywhere. "It is. . . Why would I want something else on top of that? You're the only thing that matters to me - always will be the only thing." He followed her into the bathroom. "You uh. . . get started I just need to uh. . . Sort something out." He mumbled lightly kissing her shoulder.

Liz: "Well you know. As a hobby, but I guess you have werewolfism and lacrosse to do. That counts for something." She felt a few tears edge out of her eyes at him admitting that. She was the only thing that mattered to him? What had she done to deserve such an amazing thing such as that. She couldn't think of any reason but still, here he was, with here, having just given her a feeling that was on level with magic. When he kissed her shoulder, she looked at him concerned but nodded, kissing his foreead tenderly and stepped inside the shower, not bothering to check the temperature.

Max: "Well yeah I do but even so. Those aren't and will never be my priorities." He saw a few tears leaking from her eyes and he lightly raised a hand to brush them away. "Hey now. . . No tears." He mumbled quietly. "What caused that?" He didn't need a reason in order to think that way, all he needed was Liz and Liz being alive would mean he'd always consider her his highest and most important priority. He vanished for a little while but it didn't take long before he came back stopping for a moment his eyes widening and his mouth going dry. "God."

Liz: Liz looked up at him as he began to wipe away his tears. "I didn't mean for them to leak out," she said softly. "I don't know.. just.. no one had ever been as nice as you are to me. Never. And it just makes me teary-eyed to think that... I've never been anyone's first priority but myself's." When he vanished, she wondered where he was getting off to, but entered the shower anyways. At first she just let the hot water ease her muscles as her mind started to flit over the events of the evening. Even the thoughts of them made her want more, but she end upp taking a sponge and putting body wash on it to start cleaning herself with. When she heard Max's voice she turned and smiled at him. "Want to join me?"

Max: He let his fingers lightly brush over her cheek as the tears leaked from her eyes. "No one's like me. Plus. . . I care about you. You took me in when I thought I'd lost everything. Why would anything else be my priority. . . You mean more than the world to me." He spoke quietly but honestly. Though he vanished for a little while he returned coming to a halt. Her question caused him to blink and open his mouth a little. "I was. . . Just enjoying the uh. . . View?" He smiled bashfully. "If you want me to. . ." He nodded his head stepping forwards slowly.

Liz: "That's true. No one is like you," she murmured with a slight smile. "I didn't take you in though, my mom did... See that that, you saying things like that makes me cry. Meaning more than the world." A few extra tears leaked out of her eyes at the comment. She giggled at his explanation. "Well then? How is the view? And come on in, the water is perfect." She peeked around the glass the grin still on her face as she extended a hand out to him. "If i didn't want you to I wouldn't have asked."

Max: "Only one Max." He shrugged his shoulders. "If it wasn't for you finding me none of this would've happened we probably wouldn't have talked . . . Well it's the truth." He just brushed a few more tears that were leaking out of her eyes away. When she giggled he was quiet. "Beautiful. . . Alright." He crossed over to her lightly taking her hand and stepping into the shower. "I guess that's true yeah. . ." He mumbled quietly.

Liz: "Well, it was less of finding you and more flinging your werewolf shape against a tree because you were racing towards an eleven year old girl. But we'll call it what we must," she teased. She let him brush the tears from her eyes again, eyes shining at him. "Glad to know it's beautiful," she mused with a bemused smirk as he toke her hand and joined her in the shower. "It's very true," she murmured, taking her sponge and dragging it up his chest, leaving a trail of suds. "Remember how you always tell me that you always wonder whether or not your handsome because the girls at school are terrible at making you believe it. Well, you should believe me, because you are handsome," she ended softly, leaning forward and pressing her lips to his chest.

Max: "Well yeah details." He waved his hands slightly glossing over the memory of being tossed into a tree. "Of course you are and every other synonym for beautiful. That's you." His eyes flickered down to the sponge in her hand. He listened as she spoke taking a little while to process what she was saying. "I'll believe you because you're the one person I would trust with anything. . . So if you say so I'll believe it and the like goes for you. Everything I say is the truth." His arm wrapped around her waist the other lightly resting on the back of her head as his own bowed so he could kiss the crown of her head. "I care about you and I don't know what I'd do if something happened to you."

Liz: She made sure to run the sponge along his chest and his torso, getting him clean slowly. "Well don't believe everything I saw. Sometimes I say hurtful things that I don't necessarily mean, but they come out anyways... I'll believe everything you say. Anything," she mumbled into his chest, her arms reaching around his back as she started to scrub back there as an afterthought, smiling as he kissed the crown of her head. "Good thing nothing terrible is going to happen to me, isn't it? Not in the stars at all."

Max: He just stood still as she ran the sponge over his torso letting her do this slowly. "I know what to believe and what not to. The hurtful times are the time's I'll just make more effort to be around anyway. Well only believe me if it's positive if it isn't I'm being forced into saying it because there's no faults I could ever find with you." He just stood still as he let her scrub his back his chin lightly resting atop her head. "Yes a very good thing."

Liz: "Good.... I can never push you away can I? You always just keep coming back, no matter how horrible I am to you. Not that I ever truly want to be." she mumbled, smiling up at him. "I know. You make that clear to me. In every way." She stopped scrubbing his back, allowing herself just to wrap his arms around him and hug him tight and close to her, burying her face in his chest. "You better not get hurt either. I couldn't stand it if you got hurt. I don't think we need another Liz goes rogue like last year."

Max: "Nope, you can try and I'll just come right back like a boomerang. Like I've said. If you're horrible to me it means there is something wrong and you need me. How could I leave you when you need me?" He nodded smiling as she hugged him tightly simply returning the favour himself his hand lightly resting on the back of her head. "I'll do my best not to injure myself too much. . . And if Liz goes rogue you'll just get me dragging you back to calm down for however long it lasts."

Liz: "For most people it would be simple, but for you... well, you're different.. as already gone over earlier." She chuckled lightly. At that moment all she wanted to do was hug him, being so close to him had always had that kind of effect, but now it was different. More intense. She looked up at him, her eyes bright. "You better do your best to not injure yourself much at all... and I can't promise you that you'll be able to calm me down. Especially if you're hurt." SHe leaned into his hand on the back of her head and hummed. "Will you wash my hair for me again?"

Max: He met her gaze his look affectionate as he gazed at her a slight smile beginning to tug at his lips as always when he was around her, but now there was a warm undercurrent to it warmer than before. "I'll do my best but with the werewolfism you know I can't exactly promise that. Well I can certainly try to calm you down. Even if it involves being thrown into trees or across rooms." He nodded as he ran his fingers through her hair. "Alright." He murmured and grabbed the shampoo putting some on his hand before placing the bottle down. "Turn around then."

Liz: "I know you can't promise that. I just want it to be a steady mental reminder that I would rather not you get hurt too seriously.... And well, yes, you can try.... but then I'd hurt you and that would make me feel horrible. I wouldn't want to do that." She sighed as his hands ran through her hair and turned when he told her to, but not without first smiling up at him. "Thank you."

Max: "Well I can try my best for you but I can't exactly control what happens." He sighed a little. "Yeah well, I'd rather get hurt trying to calm you down and doing something good rather than anything else." He murmured quietly before she turned, and afterwards he gently began to rub the shampoo into her hair his fingers gently rubbing her scalp. "You're quite welcome lov- Liz. . ." He blinked going quiet as he ran his fingers through her hair.

Liz: "I understand that," she replied quietly. "I know you would I would just feel bad for hurting you. I've always felt bad, every time I've done something like that." She turned carefully, standing close to him so he didn't have to reach to start washing to her hair. The feeling of his hands in her hair was amazing, how gentle he was as he rubbed the shampoo through it. She glossed over his words not really have heard them, using her effort just to enjoy the moment.

Max: "Well so long as you do. . . Well you might feel bad, and I know you do feel bad whenever that happens but I'd rather that I get hurt trying to help you than any other way. Because I don't care what happens to me so long as you're safe." He murmured as his fingers ran through her hair working the knots out with his fingers. He absent-mindedly kicked himself for the slip up and he glanced at her warily though she didn't seem to comment he sighed though it was a mixed one. Leaning forwards he lightly pressed his lips to her shoulder.

Liz: "You better start caring what happens to yourself. Because if anything happens to you it will be one of the worst things to happen to me." Her voice was serious edged with steel that said that there was no argument against her that she would care to hear. She hadn't heard his slip-up, was too much in this hazy faze of bliss that seemed to take her over when someone was playing with her hair. As she felt Max's lips on her shoulder, she reached up and ran her fingers through his hair, sighing pleasurably.

Max: "Alright, alright point made." He pressed his lips lightly to her shoulder as his fingers ran through her hair smoothing it down and letting the water wash out the shampoo until it was all gone. He knew she hadn't heard him and he was both glad and not about it. Lightly trailing kisses along her shoulder blade he sighed quietly as she ran her fingers through his hair. "You're amazing." He mumbled lightly nuzzling her neck affectionately.

Liz: "Better have been," she muttered. She felt the water rinsing the shampoo out of her hair with help of Max's fingers. If Max ever wanted to touch her again, at any time, especially like earlier, there was little way that Liz would say no to him. She smiled as he continued to trail kisses along her shoulder and she heard his quiet sigh. "And you are wonderful." His mumble buzzed into her skin pleasantly.

Max: He finished washing her hair out just as gently as he had done the last time he'd washed out her hair. He wasn't sure whether or not what had happened earlier would ever occur again of course he'd like it to, but his mind always went over the 'what if' as to whether something might ever come from it. "You're the wonderful one, I just help you realise it." He smiled slightly his head lightly resting against her shoulder. "Feeling okay?"

Liz: Maybe someday an actual relationship would be a feasible idea for her, but at this point she had too much to deal with, too much to do and her life had no room for relationships. Not that she didn't like Max. Oh in a heartbeat she would be with him if she could. But she also had to keep the demon appeased if she was ever going to receive his offer of absolute power, something that she desperately needed. She didn't like how complicated everything had to be but that had always been Liz's life. "No, I am amazing, you are wonderful. No arguing," she muttered as his head rested on her shoulder. "I'm feeling.. amazing Max. Perfect."

Max: He wasn't sure exactly what Liz's plan was for the future was but he had no idea whether or not it factored himself into it. As much as he wanted to know what she was planning he was scared to ask. Max was aware that Axton was a playing factor and in all honesty he didn't like it in the slightest. Liz was slowly becoming a megalomaniac and that was a fact that scared him more than anything else but it was what caused him to stay, because he knew he needed to help her. "You're more wonderful than I am and I'll always argue." He was quiet as she rested her head on his shoulder lightly tilting his head to press a kiss to her neck. "Good I want you to feel perfect."

Liz: She was the youngest coven mistress in centuries and with that came criticism from elders and threats to put someone else in charge. And Liz couldn't have that; A Queen had been head of the Coven ever since anyone could remember and she was not going to let people take that away from her family. But that meant that she needed to be the strongest witch in town and she could only get that from Axton. And with that power she could take down any hunter that decided to stay in her town. She shivered as he pressed his lips to her neck. "You make me feel perfect," she murmured.

Max: Max was concerned about her, more than concerned about what was gradually occurring. From what he understood of magic over the years the more power she was taking on the more corrupting it seemed to become and Liz's attempts to keep the Queen family as the head of the Coven were just astoundingly worringly. He eventually drew back from her neck. "Good. . . Why don't we get you some sleep now. . ." He murmured quietly.

Liz: It wasn't her fault that magic was so addictive. But now that she had found something equally as pleasurable it might just be able to be used to curb her use of magic that was sending her into crazier and crazier waters. "I would not say no to sleep," she murmured, turning off the water slowly then turning to him again. "But you have to promise to sleep too. I won't go to sleep without you."

Max: He knew it wasn't her fault, but that didn't mean he wouldn't worry about her. He was hoping that maybe tonight he'd shown her something that might mean she wouldn't have to devote herself to magic but he didn't want her to devote her life to either of those things. "Of course you wouldn't." He nodded his head. "I'll sleep with you, it's not a change of routine I mean you often fall asleep with me anyway." He shrugged lightly pressing a kiss to her forehead already being nearly dry due to his partially higher body temperature.

Liz: "I know it's not a routine. I meant that you better go to sleep with me. No staying up." She smiled as he kissed her forehead and she exited the shower to grab a towel, wrapping it around her body, tucking it in so that it stayed around her body. She grinned at Max opening the door to her bedroom and started to walk inside. "Plus how am I supposed to sleep without my Max-sized space heater. I'd have to replace it with at least ten blankets to get that kind of warmth. And blankets don't cuddle."

Max: "Well that's not exactly how it works. . . I go to sleep when my brain decides I haven't got enough things to think about that I do finally go to sleep." He followed her out of the shower slowly. Taking a towel of his own and wrapping it around his waist even though he was already practically dry. He followed her into the bedroom and nodded. "I suppose you can't. That's true I do give the best cuddles."

Liz: "Don't be a smartass with me, Max. Or I'll just tap you forehead and make you sleep," she threatened. Once she got to the bedroom she dropped the towel and started putting on her nightclothes then started to rub the other towel through her hair, trying to get it to a comfortable state of dampness. "Oh I could. I just wouldn't like it. And you do give the best cuddles. I might have to do with the fact that you are part canine. In some way shape or form."

Max: "I can't help being a smartass when I want to be. I don't need your threats that'll just make me worry for my life and we won't get anywhere." He countered again as they walked into the bedroom though when she dropped the towel his mouth gaped a little again and he missed everything else she said. Until he blinked and looked at her face. "Uh. . . Yeah. . ."

Liz: "Oh I think you could. And I can't help threatening you when I feel like you need to be threatened." She countered, though she smirked as she dropped her towel knowing he would go speechless. Once she was finally dressed and her hair was only partially damp she crawled into bed and underneath the covers. "Come on Max. It's cold under these blankets. And I'm tired."

Max: "You think so? I don't." He chuckled quietly a slight smile playing on his lips as he spoke. "Uhuh. Well I don't like it and you should stop after all I've done a lot for you today Liz." He couldn't help the fact that the mere sight of her caused everything in his head to just stop functioning. Though he just shook his head walking over to grab a clean set of boxers before he joined her. "Alright alright." He mumbled carefully settling beside her opening his arms so she could settle against his chest.

Liz: "Oh and I did nothing for you?" she replied, her voice sharp as a whips, as it could turn at the slightest hint of insult. When he crawl into bed with her, she was already ready, settling against his chest as soon as he immediately opened his arms. "You're so warm and comfortable. I can't even understand it," she murmured, kissing his chest softly as she wrapped an arm around him.

Max: "Oh come on I'm just teasing you." He rolled his eyes a little at her sudden shift in mood walking up behind her and wrapping his arms about her waist to kiss her shoulder. "You know you gave me more than the world today." He let her go to the bed and a little while later he joined her letting her settle against his chest. "Maybe you belong with me?" He mumbled quietly as he cuddled her in a close and protective hug.

Liz: "I know you are.. just.." she murmured as he came up behind her, feeling his arms wrap around her as he kissed her shoulder. "I'm glad I did. I'm glad you liked it too." She settled against is chest, trying her best to relax, which was easier than usual. She let out and little yawn and closed her eyes. "Oh, Max. You know I don't belong with anyone.. Anyone but my coven.. That's the life of a coven mistress," she mumbled.

Max: He smoothed down her hair as he held her close to his chest, letting his heat envelop them both. He listened to her yawn but he himself just lay there quietly holding her comfortingly. "You belong with your coven for now." He murmured quietly deciding not to push the topic as a sinking feeling went through him causing his eyes to flicker away from her sadly though he knew she wouldn't be able to see this look.

Liz: "I will belong to my coven until I die or I'm kicked out. Ad one of those I hope wont happen. The other I wish I could find a way around, but I probably wont." She yawned again, her eyes still closed as she calmed herself. There was a reason why she had found herself falling asleep with Max so much; it was so easy to with his warm and the comfort of his hold. Other girls must be jealous of me, she thought as her breathing slowed down, letting her mind fade into the darkness of sleep

"That doesn't mean this will always belong there." He shifted enough to free his hand so he could lightly rest it over her heart. "Just because you're coven mistress doesn't mean you need to be alone." He sighed quietly if not a little wistfully shaking his head. "Ah ignore me, I'm not making sense." He murmured returning to hold her gently pressing a light kiss to the top of her head. Though tonight it took him longer to fall asleep mainly due to being lost in thought entertaining thoughts of what the future might though probably never would hold.

[other-rps]

Misinterpreted Accusations

Max: Max had gone out in the morning to help Evan with some lacrosse ideas, it was surprising that the two had become rather good friends but their enjoyment of sport had made it easy to bond and now that left Max walking back to the house. He hadn't want to go out, not after hearing about what had happened with Christine but he'd wanted to discuss the events with Evan who had decided that he'd like to talk to Liz at some point. Though once he arrived back at the house he came across the bloodied body of Damien Queen, the man wouldn't be missed but after the events of Christine's death Max frowned. He tilted his head his hearing extending across the house for any sign of Liz. Finding nothing he scratched his head, she'd barely left her room after it so to be gone now was suspicious. Turning his attention to the breeze he took a long breath easily picking up Liz's path which he followed at a jog. Eventually coming to the river he saw Liz bloodied on the bank. "Liz? Oh God." He rushed over and knelt down at her side. "Here. . . Let me." He carefully lifted her hand from the main gash in her side ripping off his shirt and twisting it into a bundle before pressing it down firmly. "What happened?" He asked her quietly.

Liz: Her eyes were starting to close, when she saw the vague figure of Max approaching from the treeline. Liz let him move her hands, watching through half opened eyes as he ripped off his shirt and pressed it to her wound, her hands fell limp at her side. "It's alright now. He's dead. I drowned him Max. But we fought and he got me. He got me a lot, but in the end I won." She smiled up at him, her face bloodied as well from touching it with her hand. "And I pushed down out of the window. He didn't deserve to live. He let her die Max. He let my mother die. I didn't know that winning hurt this much though."

Max: He knew she would've lost a lot of blood from the gash in her side and he'd have to work quickly if he was going to get her back. He pressed down firmly not moving his hand as he held the cloth down. "The hunter?" He asked quietly glancing to the water and back to her. Freeing a hand he gently brushed some hair out of her face. "You won, you won and now he's gone." He frowned as she said about her father but nodded his head. "Well he's gone now too and you're safe. You're here with me and you're safe. I'll look after you." He murmured quietly. "I'm going to lift you up okay? We need to get you back to the house."

Liz: "Yes, the hunter. He's dead. I baited him out here, far out where no body would find us. Broke the protection my mother gave me and revealed that I was a witch, but he's dead now and that's all that matters," she muttered. Her hair was matted and tangled from dirt and twigs and blood. Liz kept her eyes on Max as he brush some hair from her face and she smiled again, even if he was blurring around the edges. "I'm glad you found me Max. I tried to move, but I just can't..." She nodded in response to his question on whether he could pick her up, reaching out her hands before they limply fell to the ground.

Max: "You're going to have to be careful then if you've broken the protection spell." He murmured more to himself than her. His fingers were gentle as they brushed the hair from her features just checking her face for any other major wounds or injuries. "How could I not find you? You weren't at the house. Don't move just stay still." He grabbed the amulet and dagger tucking them into his belt to get rid of any incriminating evidence. He hushed her quietly shifting her gently enough so he could slide his arms under her back and legs so he could lift her up. "Let me do the work." He murmured checking the clearing for anything else before he began walking. "This was stupid you should've let me know what you are going to do."

Liz: "It wasn't a spell, it was making them believe I was only human but that doesn't matter. Both of them are dead." Her face was slightly bruised, but the blood on it was only from her other wounds. She stayed quiet, lying her head back on the ground and closing her eyes as he tucked away the evidence. The she felt him shifting her to carefully pick her up in his arms, the motion hurting slightly, but she focused on holding his shirt to her wound as he scooped her up There was nothing else in the clearing; Liz had caught the hunter off guard so he didn't have an arsenal of weapons lying about as typical. If he had, Liz would have most likely been dead. "It wasn't stupid. I saw my chance and I took it. Plus you were gone and I didn't know where you were or when you'd be back," she murmured, letting her head loll back, her eyes still closed from before.

Max: He assessed the damage to her face noting that it was nothing too major, just dried blood and bruising. He carefully scooped her up careful not to jolt her too much with the motion. He let her take over holding his shirt to her wound and he slowly began walking. "It was the most stupid thing I've heard anyone do in a long time. You could be dead." He shook his head but walked until they reached the house. Walking in through the back door he carried her up the stairs to the spare bedroom not wanting to muck up her own one so that she had somewhere clean to sleep tonight. Setting her down gently he set about going to the bathroom to get a basin of luke-warm water and a cloth as well as the poultice that he'd been given for the nights on which he turned and came back injured. Walking back he pulled a stool over and set the things down. "You've got to stay awake Liz. Tell me about the day you first met me. Anything something we've done." He needed to keep her brain active so she wouldn't fall asleep on him.

Liz: "Don't tell me it was stupid. When your parents died you tried to enter a burning building. You could have died too. The important fact is that we didn't." She blacked out for a while, regaining consciousness as he laid her out on a bed and left. She called out for him weakly, not wanting him to leave her alone. Was he really that mad that she had gone off by herself? It wasn't as if she wasn't known to do reckless things like that often. But she saw him return carrying a basin of water and smiled, relaxing again and closing her eyes just wanting to sleep and relax, her body and mind tired after her night of murder. Because that was what it was. But it wasn't that bad; they were only mortals. Mortals who had tried to hurt her, who had killed her mother. That made it fine, right. She was broken from her thoughts at his request. "Well... we have went to school together since the beginning... and I didn't really talk to you. I didn't really talk to a lot of people, only the other witches. But I remember the winter of.. fourth grade... You wore that bright blue hat. It looked brand new and warm and you seemed so happy in it. But someone was making fun of it.. I can't remember who and they used you as a target for snowballs. And you were upset and I didn't like that, so I made all that snow fall from the roof and cover them and they were so soaked from head to toe by the time we got back into the building."

Max: "A burning building is nothing compared to a hunter Liz! God." He was quiet for the rest of the trip just holding her close to be sure he didn't drop her. He heard her call out for him but he returned as quickly as he could with all the things setting them out. He watched her eyes for a few moments after his request making sure they were open as she told the story. He took the cloth and soaked it in the water carefully rolling up her shirt so he could begin to wipe away the blood from her body mindful of the main gash on her side. "I loved that hat." He murmured quietly. "It was a gift from my mum." He paused to look up at her. "You did? T-that's. . . wow. . . I never knew that. I just thought they'd been unlucky or something." He shook his head and returned to work. "Give me another one."

Liz: Her eyes weren't open as she started her story but my the middle they had flickered opened, a slight smile on her lips at the thought of having caused the snow slide. "It was a nice hat and I didn't like how mean they were being. I heard later on they stole the hat and threw it in the river... I'm sorry about that," she murmured glancing down at him as he cleaned the blood from off of her. She must have looked like a mess and she ought to have after all that she'd been through. When he asked for another one, she racked her brain for some other story to tell him. There had to be more, but her mind kept wandering back to the look on her father's face, the current of the river as a head ducked under it never to resurface. But soon enough she thought of another story to tell him. "Last year, at Homecoming. You asked that girl.. Charlotte to dance, but she said know, even though you are a lacrosse player and she's an idiot. And I thought she was, so I grabbed you and made you dance with me because I didn't have a date because dates to dances are stupid, no matter what Emma says. After we got through dancing and I went to go get drink, I saw Charlotte come out of the dance floor with a gaggle of her girls complaining about how she had been playing hard to get and obviously if you had wanted her you wouldn't have go off so quickly afterwards with me. So I went up to her and told her that maybe if she stopped being a stuck up, overly dull bitch someone might actually dance with her one of these days. She got so angry she tried to throw her drink at me, which would have ruined my dress.. somehow it ended up on her... I wouldn't have a clue how." The smirk on Liz's face made it clear she knew exactly how.

Max: She did look pretty bad but he wasn't going to stop until he'd cleaned the wounds sufficiently. Then he was going to get her into a bath and get her properly cleaned. "I never minded them much, but I do miss that hat." He shrugged. "Oh well." He waited for the next story and again he blinked surprised. "Oh no clue. . .What about other years? Similar occurrences I'm guessing? Next one you should totally just come with me and then we don't have to get into these situations." He mused thoughtfully before falling quiet as he resumed his work now content that she was clean enough for him to check her wound. "Alright it's pretty deep but nothing too major. You might have a scar even with the poultice. But before that you need a bath. . . I'll run the water and let you get in and I-I'll uh. . . Help you get w-washed so you don't catch any of your wounds and so you don't pass out in the bath. God forbid that ever happening. Don't worry Liz I'll look after you. I'll always look after you."

Liz: "Winter Formal it was Zoey. And then this Homecoming it was Melanie. Zoey was a bit nicer about it than most, but still. You know my rule Max, don't go to a dance with a date, it takes the fun out of it. I have to be available to dance with ll of the boys who want dances, though.. you'd probably let me dance with anyone I want.. But all the girls would call me a whore again for going with you and then being seen with everyone else and then they try to corrupt your brain into making you think I was a whore." She rambled on trying to keep her mind off of the stinging that came from her wound. "Oh, scar. Will that make me look even more like a bad ass? she murmured with a weak grin as she winced. "A bath sounds.. lovely. Will you wash my hair too? It feels like a rat's nest. You know I like to keep my hair clean." She nodded to emphasize her point. "I know you will Max. You watch my back. I watch yours."

Max: "I know your rule but I can't help that I'd like to dance with at least one person and yet they all seem to have some adverse reaction to me. I swear I often wonder whether I'm not handsome or something. I would let you dance with anyone you wanted with grace because it'd be what you wanted to do. Hey I know it's not true. You're beautiful Liz and if I know that I know anything else isn't true." He shook his head and smiled as he finished cleaning up the wound it looked painful but it'd be better after a bath. "Totally. You'll be revered for your badassness." He nodded his head. "I'll do anything you want. I'll go run your bath." He got up and lightly kissed her forehead before going off to the bathroom to run a bath with bubbles before he returned and gently scooped her up carrying her to the bathroom. "Do you need uhm. . . Help w-with. . . Undressing?" He asked quietly his face having gone rather red with the question. "I-I want you to feel uh. . . C-comfortable."

Liz: Liz frowned, her weak finger playing at the sheets on the bed. "It's not like it's my fault they are stupid and say no to you at first because they expect you to try harder... and then i don't want to see you go without a dance so I steal you right afterwards. I suppose if you wanted me to leave you alone so you could try harder.. I would. In fact next dance, if you were seen to have a fight with me, you'd have plenty of those girls on you in no time... That doesn't change the fact that that is what they call me. I guess whores can be beautiful too." She stayed silent as he finished cleaning her wound, her eyes open but obviously not focusing on anything, just off into space. Her reverie was slightly broken by his kiss to her forehead and then fully by him picking her up and carrying her to the bathroom. As he went red, she slowly, with effort brought a hand up to his face. "I could try by myself but I don't think I'd get to far. I can't lift my arms over my head.. I wouldn't mind your help. But if you feel uncomfortable, call Emma, she would probably help."

Max: "Hey no, I wasn't complaining. In fact I have to say even the dances I do get yours are always the ones I look forward to during the night because you're the only person who can really keep me interested. Because. . . Well you know me." His fingers lightly brushed her cheek. "You're not a whore and you're beautiful anyway so stop thinking like that." He carried her into the bathroom though he couldn't exactly help his nerves. "It's fine. . . I can manage. I've just. . . N-never seen. . . Yeah. Tell me if I'm hurting you. . . I don't want that." He smiled sheepishly setting her down with one hand still wrapped around her waist using the other to carefully remove each piece of clothing at a time. Once he had her undressed his face was flaming but he persevered his fingers gently lifting each garment from her. "Alright the water's going to sting the wound."

Liz: "Good. I was afraid I'd done something wrong again... You know why that is? Because I'm the best dancer at the school, or at least most enjoyable, only tied by Emma." She tried a cheeky smile up at him, though it was still as weak as her other ones and the cheek faded from it as he brushed her skin. "Okay." As he set her down, she was surprised that she actually could stand, even though she needed his arm around her waist and she was leaning into him for some type of stability. He slowly, gently removed the clothing from her, most of it would have to be destroyed, most of beyond repair already. "Ugh. I don't want it to, Max," she whined.

Max: "You could never do anything wrong by me and if you did I'd tell you." He assured her quietly. "Of course you're the best dancer. You're the only girl I enjoy dancing with." He set her down and began his task being deliberately careful with her so she wouldn't fall over. "Come on you'll be nice and clean and then we can fix up that wound and I'll stay with you tonight." With this he gently lifted her up before slowly settling her into the water. "Try not to fall asleep on me." He murmured quietly as he carefully tilted her head back enough to wet her hair.

Liz: "That's good, though I am sorry there's no one else you enjoy dancing with. I must have spoiled you." She stared at the water cautiously as he raised her back up and slowly setting her carefully in the tub. She winced as her wound entered the water and a soft whimper expelled from her lips, but soon enough the pain was only a dull sting. "I'd like that, if you stayed with me," she murmured as he tilted her head back, she followed his movements with no objection. "I'll try not to. It'd going to be really hard though. I'm so tired. I could have slept out there in the forest, and I'm pretty sure I was lying on a pile of rocks."

Max: "I guess I'll just enjoy being spoilt by you. You're the only person I'll ever allow to spoil me." He made sure his hold on her was as always light and careful not wanting to hurt her in any way. He watched her as he settled her in the water. "I'll stay with you and look after you and if you wake I'll be there to help you get back to sleep." He just let her stay in the water for some time soaking so most of the dirt and blood washed off anyway. "Well I'll just keep you talking to me until I'm happy you can sleep." He reached aside and took the shampoo before he began to untangle the twigs and leaves that had ended up tangling in her hair just working slowly.

Liz: "Stupid tea running out two days ago," she muttered, rubbing some of the dirt off of her arms gingerly. "Thank you," she murmured, settling in the tub quietly. Her eyes stared at the water blankly as her body soaked. "I don't know what else to talk about." Her shampoo was a combination of lilacs and peppermint, a special combination that Emma had made for her since they had become friends. As his fingers worked in her hair, she hummed, always liking the feeling of someone playing with, smoothing out or brushing her hair. It felt so relaxing and full of care.

Max: "You don't need to thank me, I told you I'd always be here to look after you and I finally get to keep that promise." He let the silence hang for a little while. "I'm sure we can find something or other to talk about. He'd never admitted it but he'd always liked the shampoo that Liz had used aswell as her perfume. As he began to untangle her hair he smiled a little as she hummed his fingers just working the knots and tangles out before he took some of the shampoo and began rubbing it into her hair smiling as it bubbled. All he wanted was to look after her and make her feel safe and this was the best way he could think of to do that.

Liz: "I still have to thank you, just like you thank me. Not many would do this for me. By now, Emma would have been still berating me for my stupidity. You are just being so kind and caring." There was just something about the energizing scent of peppermint and the calming, peaceful scent of lilac that just went so well together. And the two contrasting scents kind of reminded Liz of herself, and how she could shift so easily. She felt him working the shampoo into her hair and she smiled, closing her eyes and taking in that beautiful scent she liked so much. "Mom used to do this for me when I was young. Before I cut my hair off in eight grade."

Max: "I made the decision to look out for you that first day you helped me, and if ever you needed help that I'd be the one who'd offer it to you. I'm not Emma and I won't berate you for it being a stupid thing to have done even if it was. Kind and caring are my middle names." He murmured quietly as his fingers worked the shampoo into her hair once he'd done this he carefully washed out her hair though he repeated the previous action just to make sure that her hair was as clean as he could get it before he took the sponge and added some body wash to this. "Well you have lovely hair." He murmured. "I still don't know why you cut it." He carefully took her hand and lifted up her arm so that he could begin washing away the grime and blood.

Liz: "No they aren't," she chuckled. "It's Aurelius, a weird name and coincidentally almost the same as mine. Can't pull that one past me." He cleaned her hair twice, his fingers remaining gentle and careful. She had just been about to ask him if he would, partly because she felt like it needed it and mostly because she loved the feeling. I cut it because I was tired of my dad grabbing a hold of it and yanking me towards him when he was angry," she murmured quietly as he lifted her hand and started to sponge off the dirt and blood on her body, wincing rarely and only when he was going over tender spots.

Max: "Yes they are." He chuckled quietly before he finished washing her hair for a second time. "Oh. . . Well now that he's gone maybe you can let it be longer again." He shrugged his shoulders as he took her hand and lightly washed down her arm. He shifted around the bath until he took her other arm washing this down too. "Alright you'll need to sit up so I can wash down your back." He murmured carefully placing a hand on her shoulder to help sit her up.

Liz: "Maybe it can be. I'll let it grow out and see how well I do with it. Maybe I've forgotten how to cope with long hair." To keep her eyes open and herself awake as Max requested, she stared at him as he washed her arm, shifting when he was done to get the other side, being just as gentle as always. At his request, she tried to sit up, though it was hard work, harder than it needed to be and she was thankful for Max's help. She closed her eyes now that she couldn't see him.

Max: "I'd like to see it long again." He nodded his head slightly as he washed her carefully. When he asked her to sit up he placed a hand carefully on her back until she was upright. His face had gone a bit red again but he wanted to make sure she was clean. "You're beautiful you know." He murmured this quietly as he began washing down her back the water turning a murky colour from the grime he'd washed off of her. "And I'll never leave you."

Liz: "Soon enough you will." As she sat upright and closed her eyes she knew she needed something to keep her busy and awake and running her fingers through her hair after she had collected all of it over her shoulder and off of her back so Max could wash it. "I know," she murmured in reply, the feeling of him washing her back soothing and she had to fight to keep herself awake. "Never?" she asked, slightly surprised. "I don't want you too leave me... I don't know what I'd do. Especially now. You are one of the most important people to me, Max."

Max: "I look forward to soon enough." His eyes were drawn to her fingers running through her hair as she'd gathered it over her shoulder. "Well I like to remind you that you are and always will be." He finished washing her back before he shifted a little and began to wash her stomach slowly working up her body. "Never, no matter what happens. If you try to push me away or anything. . . I'll never ever leave you." He said quietly. "I know I am. . . And you are to me."

Liz: Her fingers worked absentmindedly through her hair as he continued to wash her. "I know you do. It's one of your best qualities. You like making people feel good about themselves." He was done with he back and when he shifted again she leaned to her original position. She winced anytime the sponge even threatened to near her wound but other than that it felt calming and good. Liz also thought it might have also been arousing if she wasn't so hurt or tired. "Even when I hurt you?"

Max: Max just wanted to take care of her and make her happy and that would always be the case especially in the future. "I like making you feel good about yourself because you deserve it." He let her lay back down into the water though when he washed near her wound he took extra time careful not to draw the sponge over the injury for fear or hurting her, he was still overly conscious that she was completely naked but he was making sure his mind was focussed on looking after her. "Even when you hurt me. Because when you hurt me it means that you need me more than ever and I would never abandon you." As he finished washing her torso he started on her feet. "You're one of my best friends. How could I ever abandon you?"

Liz: "I deserve it even now.. that I'm a murderer?" The word felt odd in her mouth, relating to herself. But technically she was that now. But where she thought she would be feeling guilt, she felt nothing. Except for maybe the fact that at some point in the night hadn't felt strong enough and that she was determined to change that. She hummed slightly again as he continued to wash her body. "That's very true," she murmured, nodding. He had now started on her feet, which slightly tickled as he washed them, causing her to giggle. "I hope you could never abandon me. I wouldn't allow it."

Max: "Yes you do, and you're not a murderer. If anyone was that it was your father. . . You were too good to be his daughter. He should've seen that. You have greatness in you Liz and I can see that." And he did, he'd seen her grow over the years and he'd been there with every step and fall she might've had. He'd helped her to grow and he hoped to continue doing that. "Of course it is." He held her foot with one hand and washed them with the other mainly not wanting to be kicked. "I would never let it happen." Once her feet were cleaned he began washing her legs until he reached her thighs not particularly wanting to invade her privacy any more than he had. "I-I. . . Uh. I'd say you're clean n-now. . . Yeah." He looked up at her nervously biting his lip a little.

Liz: "Yes I am. But I don't care. They both deserve to die. Just like all hunters do." Her mother had always been great at dealing with the town's Hunter problem and Liz vowed to take her place. She would stop at nothing to protect her coven and her friends from those... monsters. Because that was what they were, they were the real monsters. Her toes wigged from the ticklish feelings as she could move no part of her foot than those. Then he started to move up her legs and when he reached her thighs, a small part of her brain almost willed him to go further, but he removed his hand and sponge and there was only a shred of disappointment in her. "If you say so," she said softly, opening her eyes to look at him. "Is it time to patch me up now?"

Max: "You're not. Those men deserved what they got. They killed people in both of our lives and they deserved it but that doesn't make you a murderer." He shook his head slightly he'd always try to counsel Liz and give her advice on as many topics as he could to try and stop her from taking things too far if it ever occurred. He just stopped completely embarrassed by the situation but he was concerned about her wound. "Uhm. . . Y-yeah you can get another wash tomorrow if you want." He pulled the plug out of the bath to drain the water and then got to his feet and went over to grab a towel unfolding this and carefully swaddling her in it before he once again scooped her up. "Feeling better?" He asked preferring a change of topic.

Liz: "Whatever you say. And I know they did deserve it. There is no doubt in my mind against that." It didn't matter. She knew what she was, what she had done. It made it easier to think about what she would have to do in the future. She knew he was embarrassed by the situation and it was understandable why, but didn't stop her curiosity of what it would have felt like if he had gone farther. "That would be nice." She waited for him to scoop her up in the towel and his arms. I'm feeling cleaner and my body aches less, but the wounds still hurts. Thank you."

Max: He couldn't exactly help the fact that he was embarrassed it was the first time he'd ever seen a girl in such a state and the fact that it was Liz. . . He shook his head slightly. He settled her back into his arms before he carried her through to the bedroom where he set her down. "Well if you're feeling a little better that's what matters." He moved over to the drawers and took out her favourite nightwear bringing them back. Carefully sliding the shirt over her head but leaving the wound visible and her shorts before he unwrapped the towel. "Alright let's see to this wound." He murmured taking the poultice and beginning work.

Liz: She lied limply on the bed, letting him redress her as she stared up at the ceiling, murmuring appreciatively that he picked her favorite night clothes, though Liz didn't know how he would have known that they were. Max removed the towel from her, leaving her wound open for him to work on. As he started applying the poultice, she winced. It stung as she knew it would as she had told Max the first time that she had used it on him. But with how deep the wound was it didn't just feel like a sting, it felt like fire burning and she whimpered. Her fingers curled into her bed sheets and a few tears leaked out of her eyes at the pain.

Max: He'd lived with her long enough to know which were her favourite nightclothes and he'd made it a habit to learn what things Liz liked and disliked knowing if ever he needed to look after her he'd have all the facts to draw upon. He worked slowly on the wound though as she whimpered he frowned his touch lightening on her body. "Hey. Don't worry. It'll be better in a while." He assured her quietly and he hoped that it would. Once done with the poultice he set it aside and took a set of bandages lifting her into a sitting position so he could bind the wound wrapping her torso in them before he tied it off neatly brushing the tears from her eyes. "See? All better. Do you want me to dry your hair?"

Liz: She knew the burning meant it was working but that didn't mean it didn't hurt her more than she liked. She met his assurances with more whimpers but she never struggled while he finished up his work, sitting up for him while he was binding the wound efficiently and neatly. The burning soon dulled into a slight sting. He brushed the tears out of her eyes and she leaned against him wrapping her arms around him, resting her head on his shoulder. "Later," she mumbled. "I just want this right now."

Max: Her whimpers caused him to frown sadly, he never wanted to see her hurt and if ever she was he'd always blame himself for not being there to look after her like he promised. He worked easily, having learnt how to bind and look after wounds after his many transformations when the full moon came about. He brushed the tears away and as she leant against him he held her close murmuring quiet words of comfort into her ear. "Alright." And so he resumed his quiet reassurances.

Liz: "I just.. don't know what to do Max," she whispered, slightly trembling. "I'm so scared. No one is going to go looking for the hunter. No one will care, but.. people knew my father and he's lying outside of the house and what if they find out it was me?" There was very little possibility of that happening as she had left no fingerprints on the body, but she was still worried. "And even if not. I have to lead a coven. At sixteen. And I don't know what I'm doing and I'm probably going to make so many mistakes. Mistakes I can afford to make."

Max: "Hey don't worry." He murmured quietly gently running a hand through her hair. "I'll sort out the body don't worry. . . I won't let anything happen to you. You hear me? I won't let anything happen." He hushed her quietly as they sat there. "You'll do fine. You're an amazing witch Liz and you're not alone. You'll have all of us here to help you do this and you'll always have me to give you advice." He continued to lightly brush his hand through her hair. "We all make mistakes, and we all deal with them it's the way of the world."

Liz: She buried her face into his neck. "I have to worry though. There's just so much danger and now the only person who successfully kept people safe over and over again is dead." At this point tears spilled forth from her eyes. "I won't say that killing them didn't feel good, but it's not what I wanted. I want my mother back, everyone wants my mother back. I don't want to be the protector of a dozen or so girls that are almost all about the same age as me! I just want to sleep and sleep and sleep and only wake up if it's just me realizing that all of this was a horrible nightmare."

Max: He was quiet for a few moments. "Hey, what you need to do now is rest. You've gone through a lot - more than anyone should and what you need now is sleep." He just held her close as the tears began to fall hushing her quietly. "And I want my parents back but wishing won't do anything and you're going to have to be strong. Like I said you're not alone. You're never alone." He murmured gently rubbing her back in small circles like he always did when he held her like this. "Just close your eyes and breath okay? Focus on me and breath." He knew his warmth was a good point for her to focus on and it was what he wanted right now. "Focus on me."

Liz: "I know I'm not. As long as you are here, I am never alone. But... why do I feel so alone?" But as he rubbed her back softly she did as he requested. Closing her eyes and taking a deep breath she tried to banish any of the ill thoughts she was having. It was difficult as they continued to run through her head unwanted but she moved closer to Max, tucking her face into his neck, drawing the heat from him. She couldn't just clear her mind, so she did the thing he asked and just focused on him. His warmth, the scent that overtook her as she was near to him, his smile. Anything to replace the awful thoughts in her head.

Max: "Because you lost a lot tonight and it will always make you feel empty but that fades away. Trust me I know. You find new things to build on and that's what counts. The future." He just let his fingers keep circling on her back rubbing gently and methodically. He let her tuck herself in against him and he began humming quietly just a tune he vaguely recalled from his childhood that his own mother often used to hum when she was doing something with him. "How about we dry your hair and I get you a drink. Then I'll stay with you and make sure nothing happens." He murmured brushing a few strands of hair from her face lightly kissing her temple.

Liz: She listened to him humming silently until he stopped, but did not remove her face from the crook of his neck until he kissed her temple. Then she peeked at him, her eyes red-rimmed, though all the tears had escaped into his neck. "That sounds like a good idea," she mumbled loosening her grip around him, letting her hands drop in her lap, even though she continued to lean against him. "Though I don't care about drying my hair too much. It'll dry while I sleep anyways. A drink sounds wonderful though."

Max: He made sure to keep her close though eventually he decided that he needed to finish drying her hair. He met her gaze and gave her his reassuring smile. "You're not getting a cold on my watch. Come on sit on the edge of the bed." He gently shifted her over to the edge so that he could get up and go and fetch the hairdryer which he plugged in and hairbrush before sitting back down beginning to run the brush through her hair gently working out the knots before he switched on the hairdrier. "What do you want? Hot chocolate? Maybe tea?"

Liz: 'Wet hair is not going to give me a cold," she muttered, but she knew it would be no use to argue. She sat on the edge of the bed, resisting the temptation to fall backwards and immediately sink into sleep. He came back with the hairdryer from the bathroom and plugged it in, though it first started by brushing out her hair. "Honestly? I don't think I'd make the wait it would take for you to go make anything. You'd come back upstairs and I'd be fast asleep." She smiled over at him. "I want you to stay up her with me."

Max: "Yes it is, it has been proven." He grumbled not wanting to argue, he settled her on the edge of the bed before he came back and began to dry and brush out her hair. "Well if you don't want anything. I suppose but I'd feel a bit better if you had something in your system have you eaten today?" He asked quietly turning off the hairdryer and setting it down finishing brushing the last of the knots from her hair. "There we go and of course I'm staying with you there's no way I'll leave you."

Liz: "I had those two apples and the plate of crackers and cheese you left for me on my bedside table this morning. And a piece of salmon from the dinner that dad had me make tonight. I'm fine Max," she reassured, smiling at him again. She felt him gently untangling the last few knots in her hair and brushing through it. After he was done, she ran her own fingers through it, just to feel her hair and being sure he was done, fell back on the bed and curling up. "That's great to know. Can we turn off the lights and just light a candle? These florescent bulbs are making my head hurt."

Max: "Well if you're sure." He sighed quietly but eventually he nodded. He got up to put the hairdryer and brush away before he returned back to the bed grabbing a candle on his way and lighting this before switching off the lights. Once the candle was lit he placed it down on the nightstand before he carefully lifted the covers for her. Once she was settled he moved to lay next to her holding her gently to his chest. "Just close your eyes and focus on me tonight." He murmured before he began to hum his fingers resuming their tracing from earlier.

Liz: Liz was already half-asleep by the time Max came back and lit the candle so it was with great effort that she readjusted herself underneath the blankets as Max lifted them up for her. He joined her and pulled her to his chest which she had no objections to, soaking in his warmth greedily. She nodded resting her head on top of his chest, her eyes already closed as she listened to the beating of his hear and the gentle hum coming from his lips. "Goodnight Max," she murmured and fell silent, her body finally being allowed to do the one thing it had wanted all night. Just to completely relax.

Max: It didn't take too much for the pair to settle under the sheets once he was beside her and he made sure to hold her close letting the warmth that always radiated from him envelop her before he started humming quietly. "Night Liz." He murmured knowing she would already be asleep, feeling her relax in his arms he just remained awake being sure that she drifted off properly before he considered letting his own eyes begin to drift shut and slowly lull off to sleep never once releasing his hold around her body.

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Max's Parents Death

Liz: The Queen household was calm, rare, but only occurring because of the absence of Liz's father, who was working a late night in the office. Not that either of the women in the house minded. It was better this way. Liz was glad that her father's opportunity at being mayor had come, even if no one else could see what she and her mother saw. It gave them time to themselves. Normally they would have been practicing magic, but instead, Liz lay on the floor, putting together a 1000 piece puzzle, her sharp eye for detail making it easier to do than most kids her age would find it, but not so easy that it wasn't fun. Her mother sat behind her, reading a book, one of those mystery novels she would practically devour even if they made her mom laugh more than make her suspenseful. Liz heard her mom get up from behind her, though she still had her nose pressed into the book while she made her way towards the kitchen. "I'm going to go put on a kettle for some tea, dear," she said, only looking away from her book briefly. "You might want to be ready by the door. It's supposed to be knocked at very soon." There was a frown etched on her face, and Liz automatically knew something was up. "Another vision? What is it mom? Who is it?" But Christine didn't answer, just entered the kitchen, where the sounds of her filling a kettle could be heard.

Max: He'd spent a while just stood back looking at the house before his mind came back to him and he started to try and figure out what he needed to do all he wanted was to just go back and get his parents out but it was too late for that now. He grabbed his bag and broke into a run heading for the forest. He weaved back a forth through the trees along the route he'd memorised until he reached the Queen household. He hadn't stopped, to stop would mean to face what had happened and he quickly hurried up the steps onto the porch. He raised a burnt knuckle and rapped on the door. Max knew he looked like hell, his face was burnt, his hair singed and his clothes were still smouldering he took a breath trying to collect himself knowing he'd probably have to talk to Liz's mum not that he minded too much but he didn't want to cry if he could manage it.

Liz: When Liz heard the knock at the door, she lifted herself up from the floor and away from her puzzle, knowing that her mom would be too busy preparing tea. Which made Liz wonder the entire time. Was it one of her fellow witches, upset about something or other, coming to the coven mistress for comfort that they know would be readily provided. Or was it someone that Mom thought she would have to entertain. A demon or an angel perhaps. Though Mom never did like angels, and for that fact, neither did Liz. So when she opened the door and saw Max, burned and singed as he was, she was slightly angry at her mom for not telling her that it was her friend that she was supposed to be expecting and in.. this state. "Max?" she said softly as she ushered him inside, seeing her mom appear in the kitchen doorway with a tray of mugs, prepared, most likely, exactly the way each person liked. "Max?" she repeated. "What happened?

Max: It was probably only a few minutes he'd been stood on the porch but it felt like years had passed in that single moment. When the door finally opened and Liz appeared Max looked at her quietly a little distant really. He glanced nervously behind him wiping his feet before heading inside. His hands were clenched around the handle of his bag hard enough the skin had turned white he was shaken and it was evident. It took a while for him to hear her question but when he did his head dropped. "M-My. . . My house." Was all he could manage.

Liz: Liz could tell that Max was in a panicked state, and also knew that things could get really hairy, really soon if they weren't careful. S when he steep inside, she kept a careful eye on him. "Your house? What about your house?" Christine had set her tray down on the coffee table, and had come over towards them, gracefully. "I am so very sorry about what has happened to you," she spoke, her voice almost melodic as it had the tendency of being. "Come let us sit down. I have something we can put on those burns and some tea if you'd like it." But Liz was still stood by Max confused, but she kept her mouth shut knowing that in time, she would know.

Max: Max had never been the most angry of people, always preferring to stay passive in most situations he found himself in so the transition hadn't been too bad for him. He very rarely felt dramatic changes in his emotions but today he couldn't help but feel shocked and lost and so very alone. "Fire." He murmured quietly his grip tightening on his bag a little. He looked up at Christine as she spoke and nodded his head slightly at a loss as to what he should say. "Please. That would be nice." He waited until Christine moved before he did not wanting to offend her he made his way slowly over to a seat and sat down on the edge of it setting his bag down by his feet.

Liz: "Well obviously a fire, Max, or else you wouldn't be burned, but what actually happened," Liz said, starting to lose her patience, something she already had so little of. But her mom snapped at her, as she did whenever Liz had done something wrong. "Learn to be sensitive Elisabeth. You are going to be coven mistress one day and you must be able to comfort people. It is terrible that this has to be your lesson, but it will be nevertheless." With she went and took her seat in the armchair across from the couch which Max was sitting on, and Liz took her seat next to him, successfully silences by her mother's words. Christine reached for her mug, pushing the one meant to be for Max in his direction, but when Liz went for hers, she looked at her, not sharply, just stare. "Liz why don't you apply the poultice in that jar to Max's burns as he explains to me what happened... The visions are kind of hazier sometimes." At her mother's request, she took the jar and opened it. It was typically kept in the kitchen, one of the only magic things kept in the main house, just in case Christine or Liz burnt themselves in the kitchen, but it would work well enough in this occasion too. Liz carefully took his hand, where the knuckles were burnt, and took small dabs of the mixture to his burns.

Max: He wasn't offended and if he was it didn't show, a year of getting to know Liz he'd learnt in that time she had little patience but he couldn't bring himself to say it. He looked up at Christine gratefully but for now he didn't drink. For a while Max was quiet trying to formulate his thoughts into coherent sentences but it took a while at that. He let Liz take his hand as he began to talk. "I was coming home from lacrosse, like I do most evenings - we had a match so it went on for a bit longer. My d-. . . He said he'd show up to watch but he never did always too busy with work. So I got to the track that lead to my house but I . . ." He stalled. "I knew something was wrong. I could smell ash a-and fire. . . I thought at first it was the forest but then I smelt petrol. . . I ran. . . a-and I got to the house and it was . . . It was like something out of a nightmare had engulfed it in f-flames and heat." His hands had started to shake a little as he fell silent trying to gather the words to explain what happened next, he glanced up at Christine hoping she'd understand. He waited for a sign to continue on with the next part.

Liz: Christine and Liz listened quietly to his retelling of the experience, Liz being gentle with the hand that she was mending, those squeezing it gently when he got to the part about his house. Then she continued up his arm, moving to the other once that side was completed. She'd get his face last, once he was done talking. Her mother just sat there in quiet listening mode, though Liz could tell by that look in her eyes, that her mother's mind was working out what happened slowly. She nodded her head at Max, to signal that he should continue on.

Max: He was quiet for a while trying to focus on something other than what had happened but the sounds of screams were looping over and over inside of his head and he just felt the need to cut them out. Instead he focussed on the slight sting that the poultice caused seeming to sink down a little into the chair. "M-My parents were upstairs. I could hear them. They were together. I don't know how long it had been on fire I could hear them though. I tried the door but it was barricaded or something. It wouldn't open." He looked down his eyes watering slightly. "The supports collapsed and I got ash and burning wood land ontop of me b-but I kept trying to get in. There was no way. . . T-that's when the roof collapsed a-and I heard. . . I-I." He shook his head. "They're gone I-I heard their screams and now they're trapped in here. They're dead." His voice broke a few tears rolling down his cheeks.

Liz: When he finished speaking, Christine stood up and took the other seat on the other side of Max, pulling him close to her, an aura of caring exuding from her. Liz sat the poultice down in her lap, silent, sorry for what had happened to Max, to his parents. They had always seemed so nice when she had met them, It was strange to think that they were dead now, strange and sorrowful. Christine ran her finger comfortingly through Max's hair, not caring whether he liked it or not, she was producing a calming spell from the tips of her fingers letting that sink in. "I am very sorry, Max. And I aim to do my best to figure out what actually happened, because this story sounds.. too suspicious for my liking. In the meantime though, we're going to foster you, so you have some place to stay. I can pull a few more strings than most, being married to the mayor, and I will not take no for an answer. Werewolves don't really bode well in legal services."

Max: He was scared but he was doing a better job than most under the circumstances to keep that from showing. He watched Christine move to sit beside him and he felt her pull him close. His eyes were closed and the tears continued to roll down his cheeks the mere thought of never seeing his own parents again upset him more than he could put into words. He felt her fingers run through his hair and the action in itself calmed him considerably his breathing beginning to even out until he just became quiet. Though at the mention of being fostered he opened his eyes eventually speaking. "Only if you say so. . . I d-don't want to be a burden for you Mrs Queen."

Liz: "I do say so. And it won't be a burden at all, there's a reason this house has so many rooms. It's supposed to be the safehouse for the coven, after all, and other supernatural folk. Though we can't exactly use it for that with the mayor living here. But one extra, normal," she smiled, "boy won't make that much of a difference. The only thing that's less than pleasant will be you getting used to Liz's dad. But that wont be too much of an issue, I think. Speaking of which, he should be home soon." Liz took her and Max's mug and with her hand heated them to be a pleasant temperature, handing Max's over to him. "I'm sorry Max," she said quietly, taking a sip of her own tea, slipping the poultice in the pocket of her hoodie so that she could apply it later to Max's face. The sound of a car pulling up outside, signaled reactions from both Liz and Christine: Christine took the tray back to the kitchen, letting Max keep his mug."Dear, I think you should go prepare one of the extra bedrooms for Max while I explain your dad the situation now." Liz nodded and still with mug in hand, walked upstairs quietly.

Max: "Thank you. I can't say how thankful I am. . ." He murmured quietly he was grateful and it showed in the way he spoke. He held Liz's mother in a position of the upmost respect not only for her role as the leader of the coven but also because she seemed to him to have a good nature. He nodded his head slightly as Liz picked up his mug which he took from her clasping his hands around of it and holding it close looking at her quietly. "It's alright I guess." It was evident he was trying to keep a brave face and he slowly raised the mug to his lips and took a sip of the liquid. Though the sound of the car caused Max's head to tilt a little but he remained seated knowing it was better to wait until he was told what to do particularly in his state.

Liz: "You don't have to. It is plain to see that you are," Christine said as she rose. "No, no. It's not all right," she murmured before she stood up and disappeared upstairs. When the front door was opened, in walked Liz's father, a tall, strong man, poised in the power of his position in the town. He looked neither happy nor angry, though he gave off a strong energy whatever it was. He frowned as he saw Max, but Christine smiled at him, a smile if to say not to worry. "This is Max Knight, the only child of the Knights. I think you've already heard of the fire already and if you haven't the city is not doing very well at keeping their mayor informed." Damien hung up his jacket on a peg by the wall, nodding. "Yes, I have heard of it. Sad thing. But why are you here," he said directing it at Max but Christine answered. "He's going to live here for however long he has to. I've decided we're going to foster him." He raised his head looking at her with angry surprise. "Oh you have, what about my say?" "Oh it's not like it would be too difficult, we have the means and the rooms for more than just him. And I don't want to see him end up in the system," Christine said softly, approaching her husband. He sighed, hanging his head resignedly. "Fine, but he's going to have to heed the rules of this house. Got it boy? First one is don't bother me at any time." Christine looked back at Max, her eyes speaking apologies, but she soon turned away and kissed Damien on the cheek. "Now I must be off. Diana Vanity just called me and it sounded urgent. I must see to that matter before whatever it is spreads like wildfire. You know how Diana is. Goodnight all. Oh look, Liz has gotten your room set up. goodnight dear." Liz began to slowly descend the stairs, having left her mug in Max's room, while Christine exited the front door quickly. Liz reached the bottom of the staircase and just stared at her father for a few moments.

Max: He sat quietly on the couch his fingers playing with the singed end of his sleeves a force of habit these days, he could never sit still for very long. As Damien entered Max averted his eyes more out of respect than anything else. As the question was directed to him he looked up but Christine spoke for him and he sank back down quietly as he listened to the exchange though he soon looked up at Damien. "Yes sir. . . You won't know I'm here." He spoke loud enough to be heard but not enough to be a bother he met Christine's gaze and gave her a weak smile. "Goodnight Mrs Queen." He took his mug and rose to his feet quietly walking over to the stairs stopping to look at Liz quietly before glancing to her father.

Liz: Damien scowled at Max before turning his gaze upon his daughter and then to her puzzle on the floor. "Pick up that mess and the I want you upstairs and out of my way, you hear?" he said, not waiting for a reply before walking into the kitchen. "Yes, sir," Liz muttered, looking down at her half finished puzzle with a look of defeated fury in her eyes. Then she knelt to the ground angrily ripping apart her puzzle and tossing it back into the box, sticking the lid on it haphazardly, before picking it and herself back up again. "Let's go. I'll show you your room," she said, walking upstairs and turned left into a hallway that had doors to three rooms plus a bathroom. "That one," she pointed to the door at the end of the hall, "Is mine. This one's yours." It was the one to the left, door slightly ajar. Inside was a freshly made bed, a closet, a dresser and a desk.

Max: He stood quietly at the base of the stairs though at the mention of the puzzle his eyes travelled down to it. As Liz moved he followed crouching down to catch her hands as she began ripping it up. "We'll take it up to your room then you can finish it there." He waited for a moment before he got up and followed her to the stairs. Walking up them slowly his eyes travelled around and settled on the door to the bedroom. "Right. . . Thank you."

Liz: "I don't want to do it anymore," she snapped, her nails digging into the box which she held clutched to her chest. Soon enough her temper flared down and she looked at Max apologetically. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap," she murmured, opening the door to his room and walking inside. "There some extra clothes in the drawers that should fit you and Mom will probably talk us out shopping so you can get some more clothes." She pulled the small jar from her hoodie pocket and stared at it. "Do you want me to leave it here for you to put on, or would you like me to apply it. To your face."

Max: Her snapping caused his hands to flinch back shooting to his feet, a little shaken from her tone. "It's cool. I get it." He didn't pass any other comment from then up until they reached the room. "Oh. . . Uhm. Okay." His eyes flickered to the drawer but then returned to her. "Whatever you'd like to do. . . I-I don't mind. I kind of forgot about it." He murmured quietly looking around the room. It was a little smaller than his own at home but it was still nice. "I'm sorry a-about just turning up. I didn't know where else to go."

Liz: "I'm going to go put up this puzzle and give you enough time to change and then I'll be back to clean your face." There a bathroom through that door; it connects your room to my room, though you can lock either door, but I thought that way if you needed someone you could come see me. And you wouldn't have to go creaking into the hallway. my dad does not abide a creaky hallway in the middle of the night. Now get dressed, I'll be back soon." She disappeared through the bathroom doorway into her room, where she stared sadly at the puzzle and set it down, changing into her normal nightclothes of cloth shorts and a slightly oversized T-shirt. In the bathroom she brushed out her hair and brushed her teeth then knocked on Max's door. "Decent?"

Max: "Whatever you want." Max was still a little shaken from her snappiness earlier combined with everything that had passed in the last twenty-four hours. He looked to the door she spoke about and nodded. "Alright." And before he knew it she was gone, he ran a shaky hand through his hair and brought it away it was sooty and ashen but nothing that a shower wouldn't fix. Walking over to the drawers he took out some of the nightclothes stashed inside changing into them. The shirt was just plain white and the shorts were black just like what he'd usually wear to bed with the exception of the shirt. He'd found that after being bitten he overheated a lot particularly at night but for the sake of having some modesty he wore it. Walking over to the window he gazed out at the forest a melancholy look in his eyes. "Yeah. . ." Was the quiet response that came to her knock.

Liz: She opened the door, but did not enter the room yet, instead pulling out a basin and filling it with water from the sink and taking a washcloth from one of the drawers. Once the basin was part ways filled, she carried dropped the cloth into it and carried it into Max's room. Liz frowned as she stared at Max standing by the window. She stayed a quiet for a few moments, not wanting to break his melancholy reverie, but on the other hand, she knew the task that her mom had left her. "If you could sit on the bed while I wash you off that would be very helpful," she murmured, walking over and sitting on the edge of his bed.

Max: He could hear what she was doing but he stood quietly beside the window eventually falling forwards a little his eyes closing so that his forehead rested against the glass. The coldness didn't seem to affect him but it seemed to have some sort of calming effect upon him. Of course there was still the calming spell on him but it didn't change the tumultuous emotions he was feeling. Her murmur broke the silence that hung over the room and he nodded walking over to perch on the bed. His hands clasped together in his lap and his eyes flickered down he'd been lost in thought for a while. "Something was wrong. . . Back at the house."

Liz: Liz took the cloth from the basin, wringing it out so that it was just damp and she started to softly dab at his face, making note to get some of the soot out of his hair as well, if she could. Her hand was careful at washing his face, not knowing which parts hurt and which parts didn't. She worked in the silence, not wanting to talk if he didn't, but at his murmur, she frowned some more. "Mom did say it seemed... suspicious. What was wrong?" she asked quietly, dipping the cloth in the basin to dampened again.

Max: For a while he stayed sat there in silence letting her dab at his face, he winced a little but he never complained as she worked. He knew she was being careful and he was grateful but he really didn't care he was numb to most of the pain after the events of what had passed earlier in the day. "I smelt petrol. . . The thing is my parents refused to drive anywhere the car was always stored out back but we never filled it up. Their work was always within walking distance and if they didn't walk they cycled. . . So. . . Where did the petrol come from?" He asked turning to look at her with a frown.

Liz: Liz seemed to stiffen, but continued with her work, wringing out the rag again to continue washing his face. She knew what her mother was thinking it was that caused the fire, who it was, but they couldn't know for sure. That's where her mother was going, to his house. She could always pick up things better if she was in the place it happened and they needed to know as soon as possible if it was a hunter. A threat to their society and everything they were. "Honestly, I don't know Max. I can only guess. But... hunters are well-known for burning the house of their victims after... doing whatever they do. It covers up the death..." She visibly paled paled, a lump forming in her throat that made her feel like gagging. Speaking of hunters always made her feel that way.

Max: He saw her tense and his brows furrowed slightly. He waited wanting to know what it was that she seemed to know. His eyes were trained on her silently but it was evident by the look in them that he was waiting for her to speak. "A hunter? Like the ones you told me about. . . They're here in the town?" He asked with a frown his brows knitting together a little more he was worried now. "But why kill my parents? They haven't done anything. . . What about the rest of the people here? Evan, Emma. . . You?"

Liz: "There must be. We've guessed there was one for awhile, but we haven't been able to figure out who it is... I'm sorry, Max. I'm so sorry." Her voice trembled as she finished up washing his face. Now all that was left was applying the poultice, but in her nervousness she couldn't get the lid off. "I don't know. Because the hunter thought they were werewolves, just like you. But he was sloppy if he didn't make absolute sure. It means he's not killing for vengeance... he's killing for pay. It means we're in big trouble and we need to start hiding better. An almost complete lock down on magic using until he's found."

Max: He'd paled considerably at the idea that his parents had been murdered just because they'd been assumed as werewolves. Her apologies didn't stop his mind and he looked up at her his eyes dull and hollow. "S-so. . . I killed them." He felt fresh tears beginning to brim in his eyes. "It's my f-fault. . . They're dead because of me." He didn't care about the burn on his face now he'd keep it. His body trembled a little as he sat there. "It should've been me." He murmured drawing his knees up and hugging them against his chest. "I-It should've been me. T-then they'd be alive Liz." A fresh wave of sorrow overtook him and his head dropped a broken sob escaping him.

Liz: "You did not kill them!" she hissed at him, trying to keep her voice low. "He killed him. Whoever this hunter was is the person who killed them. I am not going to hear otherwise. Nothing is going to get done if you sit there blaming yourself over and over for this." She wanted to toss the jar into the wall and see it break. Send the basin hurling about. Anything to expel this nervous energy she had. But she couldn't do that. So instead, she just stood up angrily, trying to calm the spark that wanted to fly from the ends of her fingers. "No, it should have been none of you. Hunters should have been exterminated in the beginning, the very beginning of time." It wasn't that she didn't want to comfort him, but nothing she would have to say would be comforting, nor would it do anything. Liz knew that Max guilt-ed himself over too much and this would be big. But what could she do. She was only 12 and not equipped to deal with this emotionally. She probably never would, her own emotion as volatile as the elements, which was the cause of the sometimes severe fluxes in her mood. "You all would be dead. This hunter didn't care about getting it right. If you would have been there he would have just killed you all. Right after getting all the information you know about the rest of us out of you. And I don't care if you think you wouldn't have told him, because you don't know what they do to people like us. You don't know their methods and you would have told them everything." Liz was frightened, nervous. Her mom was out there, alone with a hunter on the loose, a hunter who didn't care about getting things exactly right. She tried to calm herself, clenching her hands into fist, but that only caused them to shake. "I'm sorry Max. But i can't help you feel better. I'm not my mother, I can't comfort you. But I can figure how to find this hunter and how we can dispose of him, stopping him before he kills anyone else."

Max: Her sudden shift in mood caused his eyes to widen and him to curl in on himself. He felt on edge as it is but Liz had always made him nervous that would fade in time but he'd learnt that her moods were so quick to change like all that had happened was the flick of a switch and her mood would be drastically different in a second. He shuffled back a bit as she stood brushing tears out of his eyes. He felt guilty as hell and Liz's sudden fluctuation hadn't helped now he just felt bad about feeling bad about what had happened. All he wanted was a hug and he looked at Liz a little wary before opening his arms he wasn't sure if she'd understand but maybe they could help each other through this. "I want to help you. . . I-I. . . I want to find him."

Liz: She heard the doorbell ring, though no shout for her to come down mean that it was for her father and he had been expecting it. Which was odd, who could be calling at this time of night that wouldn't make her father furious. But she broke away from that thought, looking up to see Max, arms held open. She didn't even think twice about it, walking up to him and, sitting on his lap so that she was level, hugged him tightly. "We have to wait for my mom to get back, she'll probably have some inkling where to start. "I'm sorry.. I just can't help it."

Max: He glanced at the door as the doorbell rang, if he focussed he could probably make out the conversation going on down the stairs but he was too tired and worn out to do that. He hand his arms open looking a little apprehensive. He let her settle on his lap his arms wrapping around her gingerly just holding her against his chest as she hugged him in response. "Alright. . . I want to help you guys as much as I can. I want to pay your mum back for letting me stay with you. . . Most people would've just hosted me for a few hours and kicked me out." He murmured this quietly his hand lightly rubbing over her back.

Liz: As soon as she was settled, she rested her head on his shoulders eyes closing. "Mom won't let you pay her back. This is her job, what she was born to do and what she loves to do. She just hasn't been able to do much because of my dad. It's not a coincidence that her strongest domain is healing. Just like it's not a coincidence mine is elemental. It's the way of the world," she murmured, feeling his hand on her back and how warm he felt. "But she won't say no to help. We just have to figure things out and get rid of the threat."

Max: He seemed to relax into the hug, the tenseness that was in his body seeming to seep away with each second that passed. "I want to though and even if paying her back is by giving her my aid. Or giving you some sort of protection I want to do it. It might be the way of the world but it's the way of the individuals in it too. Their wills and desires." He murmured quietly his hand just rubbed up and down her spine his hold careful so as not to completely crush her. "We'll do it if we work together but we've got to watch each other's backs."

Liz: "She won't consider it payback, but if you want to you can. You just do whatever you think is necessary, as long as it doesn't get in the way of the coven. That is the only major rule." She smiled into his shoulder at the journey his hand was making up and down her spine. it was relaxing and she felt her fiery fury melt away as she sat there. "That won't be too hard, I already watch your back, dog boy." She chuckled. "Have been ever since the day I found you in the forest."

Max: "Well it's a small thing I feel I should do anyway and you know I would never try to do anything that would obstruct the coven and if I do you can always tell me." His hand was gentle on her back just holding her happily drawing a sense of comfort from the simple action. It was what his own mother had done for him when he'd been upset or angry and the mimicing action seemed to have the same effect on Liz. "I thought we'd agreed on no pet names. You know I hate them." He grumbled quietly. "Well I've been watching yours just to be safe."

Liz: She chuckled again at his grumble, squeezing him tighter for a brief moment. "Well I was going to say mutt but I thought dog boy would be better. I can't help wanting to give you pet names though. I give them to everyone." She pulled her ace away from his shoulder, grinning at him. "It's a boring job isn't it? I can handle myself pretty well.

Max: He gently nuzzled her neck affectionately before letting his head rest upon her shoulder lightly. "How about neither. Or Max. You know Max is a great name to call me. It's shorter than both aswell." He managed a faint smile as he spoke this. "Still doesn't mean I can't look out for you anyway. It's rather enjoyable and plus it means I get to spend more time around you." He laughed quietly.

Liz: "Oh but that wouldn't be that fun. Max." She said it as if considering it. "Max. Max. Max... Nah, dog boy is much better. Shorter is not always better. Or entertaining. Maxie Max. That could be a good one." She kissed the side of his head absentmindedly. "Well now you can look out for me even more, now that you are here. All the time you'd like. It's not the best of situations though, I know." She fell quiet for a bit, bringing a hand up to run through his hair. "You should go to sleep, you've had a long day."

Max: He let out a slightly whining sound as she called him dog boy. "Maxie Max works better that dog boy." As she kissed the side of his head his face reddened a little. "That would be nice. I feel like I have something worthwhile to do when I look out for you." His eyes closed for a moment as he felt her fingers run through his hair. "I'm scared Liz. . . I-I don't know if I can sleep."

Liz: "Alright, Maxie Max it is. But if you get tired of this one, it's automatically going back to dog boy," she said with a chuckle. Her fingers rand gently through his hair, trying to coax him into peacefulness, enough that maybe he could go to sleep. "Well there must be something that will get you to sleep. You have to be tired and the best thing for you is to get some rest. What can I do?"

Max: "Well here's hoping you don't get bored of it. I prefer Maxie Max to Dog Boy." He knew what she was trying to do but his nerves were frayed and he knew he wouldn't sleep peacefully tonight. "I don't know Liz I can't stop hearing them. . . The sound is just trapped on repeat. I-I guess I can try. . ." He was mustering the little amount of courage he had left in him trying to put a brave face on to stop her worrying about him.

Liz: "If I know my mother, which I do, she would have had the sense to use the tea bags that mixes the tea with the same ingredients that make the dreamless sleep potion," she said quietly, not knowing how he'd react. Some people didn't like to be given magical cures without their knowledge, though her mother had gotten into the habit of doing so. "So, it'll be less "being asleep" and more "getting you to sleep"".

Max: He sighed quietly most people would probably freak out over the idea of basically having been given a drugged drink but Max simply shrugged his shoulders. "Right. . . Well here's hoping it works." He looked at her for a moment before moving to lightly kiss her cheek. "Thank you Liz. I-I'm lucky to have you as a friend. I don't know what I'd do without you." He mumbled quietly.

Liz: "Oh it will. My mother's not coven mistress for nothing." A small smile grew at her lips as he kissed her cheek, and she squeezed him again. "You'd be in the care of those idiot boys, whom I care for very much but two are major buffoons and one's a slight loner. And you don't need that. James would have led you all out on a chase after the hunter and then all four of you could be dead and no one needs that." She patted him arm. "Now come on, crawl into bed. I'm gonna grab a book to read while I make sure you get to sleep." She pried herself away from him and got off of his lap, smiling at him and then disappeared through the bathroom into her room again.

Max: "I'm sure she's very adept." He nodded his head slightly. "The two buffoons who I don't particularly get along with very well. Though I guess Black could be worse. He's alright when he's alone it's just when he's around Potter that he's annoying." Max hugged her again before he shuffled back onto the bed settling under the covers as she vanished from the room. He was still worried but he knew that his body was overly tired it was just that his mind was running on full alert. He closed his eyes trying to just wipe his mind but it wasn't working very well so he just sat quietly awaiting Liz's return.

Liz: When Liz returned it was with book, the cover taken off so that it looked like any other book. She sat next to him on the bed, smiling down at him. "I take the covers off so that they don't get ruined. This is The Book Thief though." She cracked open the book, but continued to peer down at him. "Do you think reading to you would make it easier for you to fall asleep? I know I don't like noise when I sleep but some people do."

Max: He was sat quietly against the headboard as she returned with the book. He shuffled over to give her some room so that she might be able to sit beside him easier. "I just used to be really careful with mine or I transferred them into a leather binding so I could replace it when the covers wore away." His smile broadened as she told him the title of the book. "I was planning on reading that one next after the Da Vinci Code and Angels and Demons." He smiled a little his love of books was rather endless and if it had words he'd more than readily read them. "I've never had anyone read to me I've usually only read myself so. . . I couldn't say I'd know."

Liz: "Well now you are going to get part of it read to you," she replied, making herself comfortable, where she wouldn't have to shift a lot and make Max uncomfortable. "You just speak up if it's not working and if it is... well you won't speak at all for being asleep." She flipped to the first page and started reading aloud, her voice not changing much, keeping the slightly melodic tone that her mother got when she spoke as well; it was a family trait.

Max: "Well you're not going to hear me complain." He waited until she was comfortable beside him letting her share the space he had it wasn't that bad the bed was big enough for both slender twelve year olds. "Alright." As she read he sat quietly never interrupting just listening to the story she had to read. The tone of her voice as she read was relaxing and it brought a faint smile to his lips. He was getting a little sleepy but his mind was essentially focussed on Liz and the book though he could feel his eyelids getting heavier.

Liz: Liz liked to read books aloud, though typically it was to herself. Not that she minded, that was just how she learned to read and it helped her become more articulate. She continued to read, every so often looking over at Max to make sure he was still awake. Her reading seemed to have the effect that she had wanted it to have though and she smiled as she began to read, knowing that sooner or later Max would be asleep.

Max: His mother had occasionally read to him but she'd always been rather busy with work so instead Max had read to himself and just before lights out she'd come up and tuck him in and kiss his forehead whispering goodnight. It was one of his favourite things that she'd done. He just let Liz read allowing the words to wash over him as he sat there just listening. It took a little while longer before his eyes slipped shut properly and his breathing began to level out his head falling a little to the side.

Liz: When Liz noticed that Max was falling asleep, she continued to read a few more pages, just in case he was on the edge of sleep and needed some more coaxing. After those pages she got up quietly, leaving a small bedside light on before going to her room to crawl into bed, planning instead of sleeping. Planning about the death of a hunter.

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Rude Awakenings

Liz: Liz had been frightened as she had seen the werewolf rushing through the clearing towards where she had been picking some plants. Her mother had said not to go out but Liz couldn't stop herself, there were plants she needed to get, only able to be picked during the early morning. And she wasn't going to let her mother stop her. But now she was hidden in a bush, staring out at where the werewolf had been (before Liz had thrown it into a tree, knocking the wind from it and supposedly out). But now, in it's place, there was Max, whom she recognized only vaguely from school. She watched him sit up, and at his question, crept slowly from the bushes though she keep another spell ready in her hand just in case. "It's just me..."

Max: He could feel his hands shaking as he sat there and as he looked down at them he noticed the lack of clothing. He gulped and shuffled back into the shadows of the nearest tree at least trying to keep some of his dignity. His raven-shaded hair was wet and stuck down to his forehead his slender body streaked with mud and little cuts as well as one slightly deeper gash on his chest. At the sound his head had shot up and when Elizabeth Queen appeared his eyes widened. He opened his mouth to try and formulate some kind of excuse. Gods how embarrassing was this? "I-I. . . There. . . Wolves." He managed to choke out his fearful eyes flickering up to Liz before going around the clearing. In all honesty he just wanted to sink into the ground where he sat and stay there.

Liz: She wasn't too perturbed about the state which he was in, more so about the fact that he had just been a werewolf, but she let him slunk back into the shadow anyways. She sighed as tucked the small bundle of herbs in her pouch, then started to untie the cloak. Once she had it off she held it out to him, stepping closer to him all the while but carefully. "I know there were. Not just wolves werewolves... Do you not know you're one of them?" she asked quietly, trying to inspect his wound but it getting annoyed because of the shadows. Sighing and muttering syllables that Max seems to only be able to hear but forget, she produces a orb of purple light so that she could see better.

Max: He was scared and to back away from the noise made the most logical sense to him even if it was Liz a girl he'd known for as long as he could remember. As she held out the cloak he took it gratefully carefully wrapping it around his shoulders. "Werewolves?" He looked lost. "N-No. . . Those are stories. I'm n-not. . . I'm me. . . M-me M-Max. . . I play lacrosse a-and I run." He could tell she was getting annoyed though at the sudden flare of purple light his eyes shot open his hands going up a little as though trying feebly to shield himself. "W-What? Liz. . . Oh God. . . Oh God I'm dreaming. Y-You're not. . . I-I'm not. No." He felt his eyes beginning to burn. "Don't h-hurt me."

Liz: She frowned at Max as he called them stories, knowing too well that mortals never wanted to believe that the mystic and the magical was real. It was better that way, but when things like this happened... it was hindering, to say the least. "They aren't just stories, Max." She knew soon enough she was going to do something that proved that magic was real but for now she just studied him. "You are Max.. I know this. But you are also a werewolf." She smiled at the light, but then frowned again at his reaction. "No you're not. I did just do that. I'm a witch," she said slowly, as if he needed the slowness to be able to understand. "I'm not going to hurt you. Now come on, can you stand? We should really look at your wounds.."

Max: He couldn't particularly help his confusion over the idea it seemed far too fantastical to be a part of his life. He listened to her quietly his eyes lost and oh so confused. "W-What. . . No . . . I-I. . . I've just been ill this week. J-Just ill." He couldn't help his jumpiness in reaction to the light he was freaked and the sudden appearance of a light hadn't helped. "Oh God." He fell into silence for a while staring at the light trying to wrap his head around all of this. "A-And I'm a. . . a w-w. . ." He gulped. "Werewolf?" At her question his body seemed to respond rather than him slowly uncurling from the floor he stood. "W-what's g-going on?" He repeated shaking his head his tone betraying how scared and confused he was right now.

Liz: "You haven't just been sick. Your body has just been going through the internal process of transformation." Liz kept her tone calm and nice, though it was slightly hard, as Liz was never known as the nicest of people. How she wished for some of Emma's fairy dust, perfect for soothing and calming but she was out of luck on that front. "Yes and your a werewolf. We're the two big W's." She smiled as he stood up like she asked. "We'll figure that out when we're somewhere safer, there still might be... others sneaking about. Come on, I can get you some close and get you some ointment for this gash. I've just started with healing, but I'm not completely hopeless with it." She smiled at him, willing him to trust her, holding out a hand for him to take, the orb of light hovering to float in front of them.

Max: His hand subconsciously went down to his right side his eyes flickering away from her. "R-right. . ." Was she insane? He didn't think so but what she was saying seemed so improbable to him. He took a few breaths and tried to calm himself down. "Right. . . Witch and werewolf." He felt weird saying it but he stood anyway. Whatever was going on Liz didn't seem like a person to argue with right now. "Others?" He glanced around but the idea of some kind of warmth other than a sheet was appealing. "Right. . ." He seemed dubious but as she extended her hand he warily took ahold of it. "S-so you're a witch. . . What's it uhm. . . Like?"

Liz: "Yes, others. Others like you, others like me. Some other creatures that you are mostly likely are just going to say are stories... But even if some human was to walk out here and find of it would be odd. Questions would be asked. We don't need that sort of mess." It was true. They had almost had a problem recently with "miracles" that had been happening, thanks to Victor. They had straightened that out alright, but this was different. If this was Max's first time transforming... he would have no idea what to say, might blurb out everything and not only make him seem crazy, but would also call the attention of the local monster hunter. Once he took her hand she started forward, seeming to know exactly where she was going though the forest really gave no sign. "Being a witch. I would think much like most other girls... Except that I can do magic and feel the magical energy flowing through my body at all times. I'm the brightest in the coven!" She seemed proud of the, the smile on her face making it evidence that it was something she took immense pride in.

Max: "Right. . ." He was still staring at the orb of light she'd created his fear was fast becoming curiosity he knew there was no point in denying what had happened plus the evidence was right in front of him. The memories of the prior night were coming back to him. He'd gone to bed normal time after skipping dinner again because he'd been feeling like he'd been burning up. Max was a smart enough boy to know that talking like this around people would get him locked up and other people - by the sounds of what Liz was saying in trouble. Gripping her hand firmly just to make sure that if this was reality he wouldn't get lost. "All the time? Is it tiring? Having all that energy." He was just trying to think about it logically. "How many are you?" His curious nature was slowly becoming evident and he raised a hand to lightly poke the ball of light. "How's it work? Is it like science or something else? Will power?"

Liz: "Not at all. It's exhilarating. Having all this energy streaming through me is amazing, like I'm just built of power all of the time. Like have you noticed in school, it's sometimes hard for me to sit still, because I have all this pent up energy inside of me, aching to be let out, but of course I can't do anything with it because there are people around. That's the only point where it gets frustrating." She seemed more talkative now that Max seemed less nervous and more curious. "There's only a handful of us. Seven in total and then some of their mothers or aunts or grandmother's. But my family leads the coven, even if we have to be secret about it." The floating ball of light seemed to float away from his touch, but she stared at it and it allowed him to touch it. It was as if it was there but also not there. "No, it's just natural flowing energy all around us, and where some creatures have it imbued in them, I only have the genes that make it possible for me to use and manipulate the energy."

Max: "Exhilirating?" He tilted his head a little to look at her. "I mean I've seen it. . . I-I uh mean no. . . Uh." He shrugged his shoulders and went quiet. Still walking along quietly as he listened to her. "I guess that makes sense." Max nodded his head ever so slightly listening to her say about the coven. "So you're like. . . Well the Queen witches." He nodded at the terminology. He couldn't help the curiosity that made him reach out to try and touch the glowing orb though at first it seemed to float away. Though as his hand passed into the orb his head tilted a little. "So it's manipulation of energy basically that's pret-" He broke off wincing his head feeling as though it were about to split open the pain forcing him to his knees. "S-someone. . . Coming." He managed to get out.

Liz: "Yes, exhilarating. It's beautiful." Liz closed her eyes for a moment, just letting the feeling of the magic flowing inside her build up. At his mumbling, she smiled and opened them again. "You should be able to. It's keeps a fresh glow about me." She chuckled at the title he gave her. "Yes. Queen of the witches, soon enough. For now it's my mother." She smiled as his hand passed through the globe and it pulsated a bit before Max fell to his knees. "Someone? Who?"

Max: "I'm sure it's cool. . ." He watched her close her eyes and his brows furrowed a little then. He'd never really had an opportunity to talk to Liz but seeing her smile caused him to break out in a smile also. "You do look very uh. . ." He paused trying to think of a good word. "Radiant?" That seemed appropriate. . . "So you'll be after your mother?" His curiosity was just getting the better of him and he waved his hand back and forth through the orb though it only lasted a short while before he fell. He shook his head his eyes screwing up in pain. "Big men. . . W-wolves. C-coming."

Liz: "I wish you could feel it. I wish everyone could. It's the best feeling." She and Max hadn't ever spoken before, mostly because Liz didn't speak too much on a whole, her popularity springing up only from her mysteriousness. "Radiant is a good word. Perfect. I feel radiant." She nodded; she didn't mind answering any of Max's questions, she didn't think it would be easy to be thrown into a world of magic like this. Plus she liked talking about it and had little to no one to talk to it about. "Yes, I will be. If things go as planned. The Queen line has always run this coven." As he fell, she tensed up, the orb of light disappearing quickly as she scanned around.

Max: "It sounds like it." He'd never been one of the most forward people, the only reason why people knew him was because he was one of the best players on the Lacrosse team. Often working in tandem with Evan to bring about the rather frequent win of the team. "You look it. . ." He blinked and looked away from her smiling a little sheepishly. "That's pretty awesome." He clutched his head slightly more. "South-East. . . Coming from. . . South-East." He mumbled. The sound of howls could be heard in the distance and soon enough two men who Max didn't recognise appeared. James in the front and Sirius to his side. "We're here to take the boy. Hand him over."

Liz: She just studied him as he knelt on the ground, listening to his direction and readying herself for the worst. When the two, well she wouldn't call them men, just boys that were older than Max and herself. She straightened up, staring at them with a slight frown, as if she didn't understand them, though her fingers started to crackle with lightning. "Why do you want to take the boy?" she said, her voice strangely loud, for her mouth not moving much. "I've taken him into my care for now. If you want him, you can try to take him.." she shrugged. "But I suggest you leave and choose to speak to him on less confusing terms."

Max: He didn't understand how he knew the direction in which the two others were it just seemed to be there in his head. As the two other teens stepped forwards Max's headache seemed to get even worse. As though being in close proximity to them was hurting him. The first spoke again. "He's under our law now. The boy is ours to do with as we see fit. He is a werewolf and that makes him our concern not yours." He paused and the second spoke up. "Hand the boy over now and we won't have any trouble Queen."

Liz: "Oh under your law is it? Have you thought about the fact that you are in my part of the forest and therefore under my laws and the laws of the coven. I know you're brave, Potter, but you're not that stupid." The sparks were flying across her hands now, a shield of energy that seemed to surround Liz and Max, about to burst and knock back the werewolves at a moments notice. "And of course you will be allowed to, but as of now he is in his human shape and needs care and you can't provide that. And Sirius, you're rubbish at telling the new ones about our world. You wouldn't want another Peter, dead after only two months..." Her eyes stared at both of them, not a glare, but intense enough that it was clear she wasn't playing. "We? Have trouble? Only if you ask for it."

Max: The pair looked at each other and then back to Liz. They knew she was a danger but they wanted the boy and they weren't about to back down. "The boy is ours by right witch." He said plainly. Though Sirus seemed a little more annoyed about the comment than James and growled a little. "I taught him well enough, it was his own stupidity that got him killed." Though James seemed to see some logic in what she was saying. "Fine. You have until he is healed before you turn him over to us. Make sure it's done. Or else." He backed up slowly as he spoke.

Liz: "You know James, I've kindly used your name, but if you have to get referring to me as witch because you might forget what I am, I'd understand. You never were the smartest.." She mean to provoke them, but she had little time for their stupidity and she knew she could easily stave them off until they made it to her house, which they couldn't get access to anyways, not unless she allowed them onto the land. "Of course it's going to be done. Max needs help and I said I would, now begone, furballls." The energy around them seemed to pulse threatening to explode.

Max: "Just keep in mind Elizabeth, the boy is still ours and we will have him." James scowled at the attempt to provoke him his jaw setting a little. The pulsing energy caused him to back off simply for the fact they didn't want to cause it to explode and soon once again it was only Max and Liz that remained. Max was huddled holding his head trying to stop himself from thinking about everything so that it wouldn't consume him all in one moment. The headache seemed to ease as the pair vanished into the trees enough so that he could stand on shaky legs without collapsing.

Liz: "I would never forget it," Liz muttered as they disappeared into the trees and she shook her head turning back to Max, the energy dropping, getting rid of the field and Liz conjured up the glowing orb again, though her body seemed to be humming with magic. She waited until Max was on his feet again, offering up her hand again. "I"m sorry about those two. That you have to get stuck with them. They're idiots, but at least you'll have Remus."

Max: Max heard her mutter though he didn't comment on it, he didn't think questioning about things would do any good. He felt the energy seem to shift around them and his eyes were drawn back to the orb of light that appeared. He didn't take her hand this time just drawing the cloak around his body tighter. "They're. . . Like me?" He asked quietly. "One of them bit me. . ." He frowned at the thought not particularly liking the idea of hanging out with them. "I don't want to be with them."

Liz: When he didn't take her hand, she just let it drop, starting forward, expecting him to follow her. "They're werewolves too, And yes, either one of them bit you or we have a rogue werewolf on our hands, and I'd rather it be them biting you than that. Rogue werewolves aren't fun to deal with." She frowned at him, but continued on, coming onto the edge of the forest where her house was located, coming from the behind. "You have to. Especially since you're so new, you need a pack. You're extra vulnerable at this stage and to be without a pack would make you even more weak. They aren't so bad, just not too bright. I would have rather dealt with Remus than those two. Remus actually listens."

Max: As she started walking he fell into step a pace or so behind her. "Right. . . So I turn every full moon. . . Is there anyway to stop it?" His brows furrowed a little though he followed her out to the edge of the forest noticing the house. "How long do I have to be with them?" He asked pocketing his hands as he gazed at the house and back to her now out in the light he looked pale and rather gaunt. "I don't think this is going to be pleasant if I have to deal with those two even if there is a third." He sighed quietly carefully shifting the cloak a little to check on the wound. "So what now?"

Liz: "Well you have to turn every full moon. Like there is no way to change that. Then you, young ones sometimes change when you are under extreme emotion, typically rage. Once you grow and learn to hone it, you'll be able to change on command as well and stop yourself when you are furious." She shook her head sadly. "There's no way to, at least the changes on the full moon. And you'll have to be with them for awhile, or until you find a new pack to join. But they are the only ones in town and where I know a lot about werewolves, I can't tell you everything from a werewolf perspective." She seemed to look at the house a bit before sighing and turning taking him to what looked to be a average sized tool shed, but was really where Liz and her mother kept all their magical instruments. Touching the door, manipulating the energy for the password (her mother's idea) the door opened slowly and she hurried Max inside, at once making all the curtains were closed before sending out flames to light all the candles among the room. "Now we fix you up, as slowly as we can so they can't take you immediately."

Max: His feet dragged a little as they walked, he didn't like the idea of turning into some monster every month or whenever his moods fluctuated from the norm. "Well I guess it's a good thing I'm not an angry person. . . I'm just Max." He said this quietly. "Was Max." As they walked along he was quiet. "But there's omega wolves aren't there? Sure they're weak but they can survive." He followed her over to the supposed tool shed and waited for her to unlock the door. When she did he headed inside and glanced about his eyes adjusting to the sudden brightness. "With magic? Surely it'd be better to just let them heal by themselves?"

Liz: "Yes that is a good thing.. And you still are Max," she assured, looking over at him with a small smile. "You'll always be Max." She pondered that thought for awhile. "Well, yes there are, but they're typically older, and especially not fresh ones right out of transformation. You'd die quicker than it will take us to heal you, by either hunter or something else. We don't need that. You'll just have to wait." She motioned for him to sit in the one of two chairs in the small room and started rummaging on the shelves. "Well it would nasty if it got infected.. but it's not really magic, just... think of it as an off brand of medicine." Grabs a few jars and sets the on the table. She looked at him again and went over to another drawer a pulled out shorts to give you him. "I think you'd be much more comfortable in these."

Max: He couldn't bring himself to return her smile, most kids in his position would be over-excited for their new powers but Max saw them as a burden that he didn't particularly want. "Oh right. There are hunters? I guess I can wait." He walked over to the stool and sat down watching her begin to rummage about on the shelves. "Right so magic that's not magic but it's totally magical." He smiled faintly. He took the shorts and smiled gratefully. "Thanks. . . For all of this." He murmured quietly quickly pulling the shorts on and unfastening the cloak so she could see the gash and scrapes across his torso.

Liz: "There are always hunters. They come and go as they please... and we please.. if we have to get rid of them. Which sometimes we do. You'll just have to see what fate has in store for you." She took a fresh cloth and dabbed some water onto it as she wanted for him to get redressed. "Well it's not technically magic." Once he unfastened the cloak, she took the wet cloth and started to clean out his wound. ""It's no problem. Better than you still being confused out in the middle of the forest>​"

Max: "Do they bother us much. . . You much. . . The uhm. . . General population of things here." He pulled on the clothes and settled down not particularly liking the sound of that phrase but he became quiet anyway. Max shrugged his shoulders a little. "Either way." He winced as she began to clean out the wound but didn't flinch away just sitting perfectly still so that she could work. "Yeah I guess. . . Better than me being found by those. . . Furballs did you call them?" A ghost of a smile passed over his lips.

Liz: "Only if we are accidentally revealed. There's one in town that we know of but he hasn't done anything yet. We hope he moves on soon, but if not...." She doesn't finish the statement, trying to concentrate on the task at hand. "It's not. It's just a combination of herbs and plants that have curing properties. Anyone can do it, they just don't have the knowledge." She dabbed at his wound making sure to get it fully clean. The next bottle was a clear liquid, which she covered the cloth with. "Yes, furballs. Dog boys. Idiots.... Now this might sting a bit," she said as she laid the cloth over his wound.

Max: "Right. . . That makes sense I guess. So don't get revealed and don't die basically . . ." He nodded his head slightly. "That works." He fell silent not wanting to distract her from the work she was doing. "Well if people taught them the knowledge then they'd be better equipped to situations like this. . . Not that they're common." Nodding his head he waited for her to press down. "So furrball goes for those who are a combination of those three things?" He started to chuckle though this died off as he winced as she placed the cloth down over the wound.

Liz: "Basically that's the laws. There are other one's too. Like a huge part of the forest is under my coven's dominion. Other laws about what we can and cannot do to innocent humans. Just peace-keeping sorts of things." She shook her head. Of course he wouldn't understand. "You know how you reacted, saying it was magic, if we were to try to teach this stuff the humans would say the same exact thing... And that wouldn't be good." Once it had set there for a few minutes she removed it bring out a poultice spread jar and unscrewing it. "Yes it does. Or particularly just those two. They still don't remember that even though they're older than me, I've been magical a lot longer than they are." She took some of her poultice in her hands and spread it over the gash.

Max: "Question. . . is there a rulebook? I've got a feeling I need to figure out which stories are real and which aren't. . . And just what I'm going to do." He was quiet as he sat there the tiredness from being injured and turning the night before had taken its toll. He looked drowsy - as though at any moment he might fall asleep.His brows furrowed a little but he nodded - he didn't fancy arguing not having the effort to tonight. He needed to try and get around this concept that what he believed to be mythical was actually real. "I hope I don't acquire a nickname like that. . . I owe you for this." Now that he was in the light he noticed the bite marks on his right side that had darkened to a blackish crescent teeth shaped scar. "How long will it take to heal do you think?"

Liz: "No rulebook, just myself and the rest of us mystical folk trying to figure out we can do without disrupting the peace. We don't really wish any human in the town ill will and we'd rather them not be coming after us. After all, my family has been here for generations. I'm sure I can answer any questions for you.. Or Evan.. I suppose I'm going to have to tell him about the new werewolf in town.." She paused for a moment. "He's a Vampire, just in case you're wondering." Unwrapping the large cloth bandage, she began wrapping it around his torso to secure the wound. "You don't owe me anything. Just don't be stupid." Once her work was complete admired it for a few moments. "It should take no more than a week. I'll let you have some of the poultice to continue applying

Max: "Surely if a rulebook were set down at least there could be some control over things? I don't know it seems strange to not have one." He shrugged his shoulders a little bit. "Generations huh? My family has links back to some of the first settlers here. Our house is one of the eldest in the town." His eyes widened a little but after a moments thought he nodded. "That explains rather a lot.He shifted a little to make it easier for her to wrap the bandage. "I'll try not to do stupid things stupid things aren't in my nature to be done." He murmured more to himself than to her. "A week? Right okay. . . That'd be great. . ." He smiled a little nodding his head.

Liz: "The trouble is that written down rules mean nothing to magic folk, only the rules of magic itself. You'll grow to understand it eventually." There was nothing else to say, a rulebook did make sense to have in one sense, but on the other hand there were too much fluctuation of power than could be written down on paper. "Not older than mine. Or what originally stood where my house is now. We've renovated over the centuries." She laughed lightly. "My how many ever great grandmother lived here before there was a town. Knew it was smart to stay away from Salem and isolated herself."She nodded in response to his own nod. "Yeah, doesn't it?" She redid the cap on the poultice and handed it to him with a smile. "A week should be enough, this poultice will both heal and make it invisible to anyone non-magical trying to look at it. Useful eh?"

Max: The idea of not having rules seemed strange but Max shrugged his shoulders, apparently whatever she said was right and that just made him feel foolish for trying to understand something that seemed so much more complex. "As I said, one of the. Most of my family were travellers so they moved from place to place until they ended up settling here building the house on the edge of the forest." He nodded as she said about renovating. "Basically the same." He thought about it for a while. "He always seemed particularly too strong especially when I saw him training alone. . ." He took the poultice from her and returned her smile faintly. "Very. So how long have you been doing magic? A long time I'm guessing."

Liz: "Oh yes, that's Evan. Even if he could hide his strength I don't think he would. He has too much fun with it, not that I can blame him, I have fun with my power as well and I'm not too fond of the fact that I have to hide it. I understand why I just don't like it," she said with a grin. As he took the poultice she began putting back everything else, having a specific order how things were to go. "Ever since I was born. I mean, I'm not like a fairy or a demon or an angel, I'm just about the same amount of mortal as you are now, more vulnerable even. The only difference is that I was born with magic flowing through my veins and they we seem to develop intellect faster. I started studying magic when I was six, everything before that was just... baby stuff."

Max: "No I don't think so either. . . Fun? Drinking other people's blood is fun?" He sounded a little incredulous at the idea. "So what can I do? Other than shift at will - are there other things involved? Strength I'm guessing?" He tilted his head obviously curious to learn just what he would be able to do now. "More vulnerable? I can't say that's true." He cracked a smile - the first one he'd shown tonight. "Baby stuff." He couldn't help but chuckle the idea that came to mind of young children learning magic. He shook his head the image shifting. "So do you think you can help me not die with those furballs as you called them? I guess I'll need someone with a brain . . ." He looked hopeful.

Liz: "I don't pretend to know the mind of Evan, only what he is. He seems to have no serious issues with his powers." Liz shrugged. "Well the changing, strength, greater invulnerability. Your senses are also going to be heightened and you're body heat is going to be higher than normal. On the minus side, silver is lethal to you, so stay away from it. The furballs should be able to tell you more, but I don't think there is much else." She chuckled at his smile but nodded. "It is true. There isn't anything that is particularly harmful to us, but anything can still hurt us. Hunters tend to torture us because we tend to know about the other beings." She gave out a true laugh at his echo of 'baby stuff'. "I meant I couldn't control it. It just happened. Like if I wanted my stuffed bear and it wasn't near my hand, it would drift slowly towards me. I'd set things on fire if I was too upset. Things like that." She finally had everything put up and straightened up when she turned back to face Max. "Well you'll have Remus, he's pretty smart. But I won't say I won't help you if you need help. And if those boys give you trouble... just tell me." She grinned, though it had a malicious edge to it.

Max: "I don't think that anyone would want to pretend to know what's on his mind. . . That would just be scary." He listened intently obviously interested in what she had to say about it. "Nothing that seems too drastic. . . We don't have anything silver in the house so that should be alright." He rubbed his chin a little in thought. "Alright. . ." Max couldn't help the laugh that left his lips at the idea though. "I can see that happening but you with a stuffed toy. . . I just can't imagine it." He shook his head a little then. He watched her as she turned his eyes thoughtful. "I think I'll get along with Remus just fine but. . . The others not so sure." Her grin was a little unnerving but he smiled faintly in response.

Liz: "Believe it. I have this stuffed grizzly bear, it's my spirit animal. Every witchling should have something that coincides with their spirit animal and mine I like to be able to curl around and have it protect me," she didn't mind talking about it even if it made her seem less scary. She didn't care about it, she was already powerful and continue to grow, she didn't need to be like others and seem scary too. "Yeah, the others... well they are just full of themselves, but as noted, they can get knocked off their platform by a tiny witch girl with volatile energy throbbing around her. They just need to be put in their place. And now that they know I've taken a bit of protection over you, they won't bully you around like they did with Peter."

Max: "Grizzly bear? That's a protective animal right? So. . . You're protective and aggressive of the things that are yours?" He deduced thoughtfully. "I just had a wolf. . . Ironic really. First ever toy I got and it's what I'd end up turning in to." He smile a little shaking his head. He knew that she was powerful and he wasn't stupid enough to belittle her with comments about things. "I can see that. . . Who's this Peter? You mentioned him earlier. . ."

Liz: "Yes, very protective and territorial. Exactly right. I only get aggressive if someone is encroaching on what I consider to be my territory or property." She smiled, enjoying the irony of the situation. "Well you'd be surprised how that works sometimes. And how life works..." She frowned, thinking back on Peter. "Well he, he was a kid who lived her a for a bit about two years ago. Real shy kid. He got turned.. just like you, but the boys found him first. So I didn't have much to do with him, but I still knew him. Small town and all. Well, we also had this hunter here, you remember Mr. Thompson, well he got ahold of Peter when he was in wolf form... Well you dont have to guess how that it."

Max: "I'll keep that in mind, though I don't think I'll be taking any thing that might belong to you rightfully." He said with a slight shrug of his shoulders. He just smiled a little, neither happy nor sad just in the middle - accepting the situation for what it was because anythng else would be stupid. "Oh the Pettigrew boy?" He sat forwards as she spoke about him wanting to be informed about the things that had happened. Nodding his head his frown deepened. "Right so our aim is to avoid hunters and live our lives as normally as possible under the circumstances. . ."

Liz: "I don't think you will either. You don't seem like a jerk like those others." Liz smiled at him, taking the cast away cloak and hanging on a peg near the door. "Yes, him," she said, her voice taking on a bit of a sad tone. "It wasn't his fault, it really wasn't theirs either. That hunter was one of the worst, my mother said. And Peter being so new to being a werewolf just couldn't control himself and..." She cut herself off, not wanting to talk about that period of time anymore. "That's basically it. Except the living normally. All we have to do is try to seem as if we are living as normally as possible, so as not to alert anyone of our presence."

Max: "I don't really think my parents would approve of me being a jerk. I just like to have friends. . . And since I'm on the lacrosse team I have a good set of friends there I guess." He shrugged his shoulders ever so slightly standing up from the stool he occupied moving it back to where she'd moved it from earlier. "Oh I see. . . He won't be coming back will him? I don't like the sound of him." He frowned a little looking worried. "Well. . . Yeah. But try to live as normally as possible. Like school, lacrosse that kind of thing?"

Liz: "I know. You've never seemed like a jerk. Now I can't say that I'm always entirely nice either, but then again, I don't have to." She watched him as he got up and put the stool away. "No. We killed him. You remember that house fire of Mr. Thompson's shack? Yep, that was my coven. But there will be a new one sooner or later." She sighed, unbuckling her pouch from around her hips and storing away the plants and other things inside. "Oh yeah, of course," she seemed vaguely put off by the idea. "As normal as possible."

Max: "I wouldn't want to be a jerk if ever I tried. I don't think I'd be very good at it either. . . I'm not the jerkish sort." He brushed some of the longer stands of hair out of his eyes his face a bit grubby from the previous night. "Oh right. . . Well that's good and the second bit about another one. . . That's not very good." His eyes trailed her as she began to put things away. "You don't like normal life?" He tilted his head ever so slightly to the right. "Do you need help with anything?"

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Liz: "Well that's how life goes; a bit of good, a bit of bad. If another one comes we will deal with it as we have to. That's just how hunter's are. They travel from town to town looking for us, trying to eradicate us. Even if we do nothing wrong. Just our existence bothers them.." She hung up some plants for drying and others tucked in jars, each had it's proper place. "I'm fine, no one can help right anyways." She sighed, bringing a hand up to her face briefly before going back to her work. "No I don't. Parts of it are not bad. Technology is nice, most of it is nice. But it is a terrible thing where the only place you can practice what runs through your veins freely is... here." She waved an arm around to signify this shack.

Max: "Well yes I guess that's right nothing we can do about the good or the bad levels but I guess hunters we can deal with as they come along I guess. I guess some people are just that way inclined. They want to get rid of something and if they have the power to do so they do." He was quiet for a moment. "You'd be surprised I'm pretty good at helping with things." His eyes trailed around the shack thoughtfully. "Right I see. . . Well why don't you build a bigger place to practise out here? You've got the land - why not? Make it look like a tool shed or something and inside something else."

Liz: "I don't doubt you are. It's just that it's not necessary. I'm done anyways." Liz holds up her empty hands, hanging the pouch on the wall with her cloak. She would have to keep her boots on to be able to climb up to get into her room on the second floor. "Because my dad would ask my mom why on earth she needed another tool shed when this one is perfectly functional. And then he might be tempted to look out her. Plus, magic doesn't work like that..." She paused and sat on the stool. "I don't want to practice magic in a shed. I want to practice it in my house."

Max: "Oh fair enough." He folded his arms over his chest as he moved out of her way so that she might go and hang up the cloak. "That makes sense I suppose. . ." He nodded his head slightly. "Are there memory charms? Why don't you practise it in the house and if your dad sees then you use some kind of forgetting charm on him?"

Liz: "Yes, but I'm not adept at them yet. I only have elemental down as my natural domain. I've done a bit of healing study but only physical, not energy mending. I have no divination training, which is what memory charms fall into category wise. Even my mother's not too good at them because it calls for absolute determination and at least a spec of trust between the two people. You can't just delve into people's minds like that. It can mess them up for a long time." Liz had been playing with her hands the entire time she was talking, unconsciously creating a tiny flame between her hands. "Not that I would care if he was messed up," she muttered.

Max: "Right I see. . . Well you know if you ever want to use your powers you can always come round to mine? My parents are always out working we could just say we're studying." He smiled as he suggested the idea hoping at least he'd get to know her a little better if she said yes. "Well I know nothing about this kind of thing so I guess you'll have to tell me about magic too. Only if you want of course. . ." He heard her mutter but didn't pass comment. "I should probably be getting home before my parents realise I wasn't home last night."

Liz: She looked up him, her eyes scrutinizing. Liz would help almost anyone, but she was very mistrusting. Calculating all the possibilities, she eventually nodded and gave a slight smile. "Yeah. That would be nice. I mean, I'd have to get my dad's permission but... I'm sure Mom and I can talk him into it." She let out a small chuckle. "You do know nothing, but sooner or later you'll get the basics down. Evan already does, even though I don't see how it will help him. Only witches can do magic." She stood again, walking back to the door and opening it. "I should probably get inside as well. Before Dad wakes up. I'm sorry about what's happened to you.. but just know you aren't alone. Most of us are here to help. Soon enough you can meet my mom, she'll want to meet the new one. Goodnight Max," she whispered softly, walking toward the house, but instead of walking through the back door, she slowly, quietly began to climb the drainpipe up to the awning of the second floor, opening a window carefully and disappearing inside.

Max: He was being plain, there was no trap or anything of the sort Max was just trying to be helpful like he always did. "That's great. Well you probably know where I live anyway but I'll give you the address at school." He shrugged at the mention of Evan. "Who knows why Evan does things." He moved over to the door walking out into the early light of dawn. "It' fine. . . I'm sure it's not so bad once I get used to it. I'd like to meet her." He smiled unsure whether or not he should be nervous. "Goodnight." He waved before turning and vanishing into the forest making his way back to his house using the spare key to go in via the front door.