#woofsbane

[thatprettylittlething-a]

━━   𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓, @woofsbane !! ♡

❛  𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋, ❜ Lydia reminds the wolf stiffly, ❛  Dependent upon your ability to be trustworthy and honest, two concepts I doubt you’re even capable of comprehending. ❜ The banshee doesn’t like this arrangement one bit, but it’s not as though she has a choice. If it was up to her, she wouldn’t be anywhere near the alpha, but needs must. Better to be irritated than dead.

[stringswoven]

@woofsbane sent: “I like it when you stand close. Even if you pretend you don’t notice.” (Isaac & Allison)

The bass feels like it rattles her bones, reverberating beneath her skin, drowning her heartbeat. Dimmed lights have Allison on edge, technicolors flashing and throwing off the huntress’ sharp eyes. She draws closer to Isaac, instinctively, protectively, wanting to stay close to him in case they get ambushed… but he uses the opportunity to flirt, which makes Allison smile in spite of the circumstances.

“I…” He has a way of doing that — catching her off guard in a thrilling way, leaving her tongue tied. Allison can’t help but chuckle nervously, relieved the loud music and darkness swallows and hides her fluster, attempting to collect herself before facing him again. Closer now, just for him to hear her — human behavior, out of courtesy. “Well here’s me… noticing and doing it on purpose.” Boldly, Allison’s arms encircle his shoulders, mirroring the couples around them. “But you shouldn’t get distracted from what we’re doing here.”

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

@woofsbane sent: [ 𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐝 ]

               ˜”*°•.     Breath  caught  in   throat ,  a  gasp  all  to  follow  the  violent  push  against  the  wall .  He  hated  it .  It  was  at  times  like  these  that  he  hated  just  how  weak  he  felt,  how  defenseless.  ❝ What  the  hell ,  Peter  ? ❞  Voice  echoed  loud ,  hand  coming  to  grab  the  other  by  the  wrist ,  tried  to  pull  it  away ,  set  himself  free .  Fine .  Maybe  he’d  been  provocative ,  maybe  he’d  said  some  things,  but  this  ?  The  anger  issues  hadn’t  been  exactly  welcome .

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

@woofsbane​ sent:  ℑ 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔨 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔦𝔰 𝔞 𝔤𝔬𝔬𝔡 𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔞, 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔦𝔰 𝔞 𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔯𝔦𝔟𝔩𝔢 𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔞

              ˜”*°•.         There was  a  small   chance ,  he  was right .  There  was a  tiny  little chance ,  the  plan   had  an  eighty percent  chance  of failure  -  well , more  like  a ninety-nine  one  to be  precise  -  .  But to  sit  there , offer  nothing , and  expect perfect  plans  to simply  be  tossed his  way  ?    Well ,  it didn’t  work  this way.  ❝  Oh really  ?  Well , I  am  sorry  my  plan is  not  good enough  for  your  high  standards . ❞ Bitterness  very  much dressing  his  every word   -  bitterness and  well ,  plenty of  sarcasm .  ❝ I don’t  know ,  do  you  want to  try  ? Because  I  can’t see  exactly  much of  contribution.  Not at  all  actually. ❞

[bxdassbanshee]

@woofsbane​ started following you 

“   i  swear  now  everything  is  perfect  .   ”

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

    ˜”*°•.   ❝ What about  this  one ?  Third year.  Blonde.  Kind  of  tall  but not  really. ❞  

           ❝ Mhm ? ❞  

❝ Come on,  Chris,  seriously ?  You don’t  care ? ❞  

No response  was  delivered, though,  no  reaction; his  attention  fixed  on  a very  specific  male. A  male  that would  often  approach  Lydia,  talk  to her.  Really  seeming to  be  knowing her  well.  She was  a  tricky case,  he  had to  hand  it to  her.  Abrupt at  times,  silly but  also  smart.  Someone, who’d  resembled  no other  girl;  most would  beg  to get  their  attention, Lydia,  on  the other  hand,  would  reject it at  every  given chance.  And  that alone…  it  was enough  to  intrigue him  even  more.

❝ Yeah whatever.  Tell  her that  I  am interested. ❞  Came  finally the  answer; no  real attention  paid  to the  photo,  ❝ I  will be right  back. ❞  And with  that,  he stood  up.  Made his  way  to the  boy  that’d been  finally  left alone.  

❝ Hey. You  are…  Peter, right ? ❞  Words  slipped out  smooth  and easy;  dressed  in a  casual  friendliness, a  geniality  even.  ❝ I  am Chris.  We  do… English  together. ❞  

ˢᵗᵃʳᵗᵉʳ ᶠᵒʳ  @woofsbane​

[thatprettylittlething]

There’s something about his face that seems absurdly familiar; striking features which tug at a memory she can’t seem to place. Maybe they’d matched on a dating app before he’d moved here, or maybe he’d attended her high school all along but gone unnoticed, as so many nondescript teenage boys did. Either way, he’s in no position to comment on her friendships, even if his words RESONATE WITH HER EXCRUCIATINGLY WELL.

❝  Nobody keeps secrets from me,  ❞ she chirps, hues disinterestedly examining the neat leather trim of cherry-coloured gloves. ❝  And even if someone dares to try,  ❞ her voice oozes sickly saccharine as she angles her upper body towards him, ❝  I always figure it out.  ❞

@woofsbane whispered     ⟶     sometimes the people closest to you are the ones who keep the biggest secrets. ( peter. )

[plethoraxsouls]

@woofsbane sent an ask! ( “  it sure as hell don’t look like it.  ” (Isaac to Cordelia!) )

Cordelia glanced up at Isaac from the paste she was making before her attention returned to the herbs in front of her. The whole ‘laying low’ thing has blown up in her face recently. Her mother always said that this was bound to happen. That lying was never right, even if it was lying by omission. But Cordelia hadn’t wanted to get involved with the McCall...Hale...Whoever was in charge now pack. She had wanted to be a normal high school student for a little.

Now here she was, making a healing paste at the vet while Isaac Lahey watched over her. Overall, Cordelia wanted to be anywhere else.

“Look...I know what I’m doing. Any type of scratch looks bad when it’s covered in blood. But...I can heal myself up perfectly fine.” Cordelia murmured, referring to the huge claw like scratch on her arm. Her father would be disappointed to know she let a werewolf get so close to her. “Now, if you’re going to be here with me, can you please pass me the lavender behind you?”