fight? mate? eat?!

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Event 002

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cuckoobros:

As soon as the three explosions took place, the panic and injury sent psychic shockwaves throughout the state. Despite being trained to block out stray thoughts, such intensity, especially by that many people, could affect even the most trained of telepaths: the Cuckoos were no exception. As the five were in the library, each reading a different genre of novel, the shockwave hit them and they immediately closed and/or dropped their books to touch their temple.

All: “Ughh….”

The Cuckoos groaned in pain, feeling the psychic strain of all those peoples’ trauma. Instinctively, Christian immediately shifted to diamond form to silence the wave, and milliseconds later, the rest of the Cuckoos followed suit as if they were on automatic. Taking a brief moment, the Cuckoos simultaneously shifted back into their normal forms, regained their composure, and adjusted their psychic shields accordingly.

Psychically reaching out, their echoing psionic voice echoed into the nearest mind, with Sean leading the charge.

All: ~~We’re under attack. We’re broadcasting a general psychic alert. This is not a drill. We are under attack.~~

Teon was never going to get used to telepaths- no matter his power and how much time he spent around them, he liked being guarded. He had a certain amount of psychic resistance, but not enough to keep all of the Cuckoos out.

When the explosions happened, he was already in danger mode- searching out for Hope, and then the voices in his head made him stop in his tracks and he thought back, hoping they could hear him.

“Fight? Where fight? Where Hope?” 

He didn’t like being apart from the young woman he’d imprinted on, and even less so in an emergency. 

“What do I do?”

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svmmrs:

her fingers brushed against his scalp, letting her hand linger for a moment more  ;  teon’s presence had become one of a little brother. she took care of him, comforted him            hope had been there for him,  &  vice versa. her team had become her family, through high  &  low.  &  she was glad to have them, him, around. she always had something to fight for.  ❛  did you have fun tonight  ?  ❜

Hope was his family now. He’d defended that pretty eloquently in court- and had surprised everyone in the process, but also explained what he was more clearly than anything else would have. “His soft frown turned into a bright grin, and he nodded. “Eat, mate. No fight. You?”

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svmmrs:

hope appreciated teon’s concern, but saw no need for worry. a hand came to settle on her friend’s head, a comforting motion made to reassure the other.  ❛  couple hours less isn’t going to change who i am.  ❜  it won’t take away her powers, won’t make her disappear. she would still be hope, savior  &  what not.

He smiled at her, leaning into the touch on his head. Teon’s powers gave him the ability to do so many things, to be so many things. The difference between him normally and him in a specific situation was... confusing, in some ways, even for him, but Hope was the one thing in his life that was normal.

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svmmrs:

❛  don’t be sorry, teon.  ❜  soft arms pulled the boy closer lightly, offering as much comfort as she could give in the moment.  ❛  i can go a night or two without sleep.  ❜  her body had grown used to sporadic insomnia - a strain she was accustomed to.

“Shouldn’t, though,” he said, looking at her a little forlornly. “Look after yourself.” Teon hummed softly, moving back a little. “We’re going to be okay. It’s you. You can keep us safe, but only while you’re... you.”

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svmmrs:

hope had long since given up on kicking him out of her room         gone one hour,  &  &  as the sun rose, he’d be laying on her floor again. so she’d adjusted her furniture  (  minimal amount  )  around to give him space  ;  accommodated him. she’d grown used to it, almost second nature to have him around now. her hands met his halfway, palm settled on top to offer comfort.  ❛  keep yourself safe first.  ❜

He grunted a little, moving to pull her into more of a hug. “Woke you up,” he muttered, pulling back and looking a little bashful. “Sorry.” Sleep was one of the few things Teon really prioritised now. Food, training, sleep. Sex, certainly, but that was secondary to everything else. He had to stay strong, get stronger- so he could keep Hope safe. Anything past that was just extra.

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svmmrs:

small form tucked in herself, thin blanket messily covering bare legs  ;  the clock read three thirty,  &  &  a yawn escaped her. it was the shift of her mattress, the large built of teon that had woken her up. but no complaints left the red head, leaning forward in a willing effort to listen.  ❛  change is always coming.  ❜  a soft fact, a reality that had come to be a daily mantra.  (  never expect anything to go the way you want them to  ).  ❛  we’ll be fine. it’s nothing new.  ❜

He slept on her floor. He had since the first night after she’d fixed him, although she did try and kick him out some nights, he always found his way back. “Keep you safe,” Teon murmured, a deep rumble from his chest as he settled next to her, reaching for her hands. “Have to keep you safe.”

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bcneclaw:

laura was up on her feet, shoes kicked off as soon as the night came to an END. the thought to go upstairs  &  &  rip the atrocity that was the formal wear off of her crossed her mind  ;  borrow gambit’s shirt  &  &  a pair of boxers, then sit back as her home emptied. but her shadow pulled her down to reality, bare heels turning to look at the small boy for the second time that night.  ❛  -…are you talking to me  ?  ?  ❜

Teon always seemed small to most people. He was still young, and growing, and the fact he hunched over and walked on his feet and fists did mean his six foot plus stature was underestimated, but under the comfortable clothes he usually found himself forced to wear he was entirely lean muscle. But Laura... she was something else. “Yes,” he almost grunted, looking up at her. He’d lost his shoes hours ago, his shirt hanging off of him and his hair mussed. “Alpha.”

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♪ + hope

“Justice be done, there’s a change gonna come. But in secret and you won’t get a choice.” Teon said, soft and barely more than a whisper, looking quietly at Hope. It had been echoing in his head since he’d heard the song at the party.

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bcneclaw:

laura felt every peeks, drilling holes in the side of her head. so with her head turned towards him, she gave him a raised brow         a silent question. she’d been getting looks ALL night, some that retracted after a short eye to eye, but others that didn’t get the memo that her chest wasn’t on display.  ❛  WHAT  ?  ?  ❜

The looks stopped for a while- and he moved on, eventually, but he kept drifting over to Laura throughout the night. As the party ended, though, he found himself sticking close by. Hope was busy- and Teon had finally gotten to the point where he could bear to be apart from her without starting to whimper- and he needed to start looking out for himself a little more. He noticed Laura leaving- she seemed like a sensible person, someone who didn’t want to stick around longer than she actually had to, and he respected that. And decided to follow behind. 

“Alpha?”

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svmmrs:

she stood BACK, watching contently as teon moved away, closer to a waiter. occasions like these were rare, unique         hope never seemed to catch a break, so when they did get some time off, she attempted to let him do what he wanted to do, only stepping in when it was necessary.

It wasn’t a bad night- Teon had fun, and he only humped one girl’s leg, and fortunately it was someone who didn’t mind too much. As the party drew to a close, he managed to snag a decent handful of canapes, offering some to Hope as they left. “Eat?”

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bcneclaw:

laura was strangely indifferent to the man at her side  ;  not bothersome, not quite a friend either. he didn’t ask questions  (  apart from eat, fight  &  &  mate  )  -  he didn’t push. she saw a part of herself in him, one buried far - primal, animalistic almost. so the glare lessened considerably, gaze moving towards the dance area as plump lips played against the glass opening. 

His shoulders were hunched a little as he stood next to her, in a companionable silence. It was nice. Most people kept trying to make him work, make him be something he wasn’t- even Hope. Teon didn’t have to worry about that with Laura, though. He kept sneaking occasional glances at her, a slightly feral grin sneaking onto his lips.  His mind was screaming mate at him, but he knew she was an Alpha and he wasn’t about to invite an ass kicking.

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svmmrs:

hope never took her eyes off TEON  ;  track record shown that if she did, he’d most likely end up in some sort of predicament. or, as it seemed now, that some sort of piece of clothing would be removed.  ❛  eat as much as you want, teon. but make sure you leave something for the rest of the guests.  ❜

He looked up at her, headbutting her leg gently and moved towards one of the waiters. Teon would try to behave, if Hope asked- but he did usually need something to encourage him. “Eat.”

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Teon wasn’t usually allowed out for parties. The fact he sniffed people- sometimes their butts- ate all the food, and started fights usually ended up with him getting in trouble. But he was with Hope, never very far away from her, and he’d already lost the suit jacket and tie, his shirt unbuttoned. “Eat?” He asked, staring around at the various canapes and drinks being handed around. “... mate?”

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bcneclaw:

it went without saying that the MUTANT felt out of place           on display, waiting for a ball to drop. a wolf dressed in sheep’s clothing, she’d refused to stand a minute longer than necessary in her heels. they irritated her ears, the meshed smell of cologne  &  &  perfume nauseating. so she stuck to her roots, a bottle of beer in her hand  &  &  her back turned towards the wall. she made no effort to spit at the approaching figure, but offered a menacing glare. one wrong word, a physical challenge handed to her new found company.

Teon liked Laura. She smelled better than most of the other girls he knew, and she was better at not asking him to do things. She understood not being normal in the same ways he did. He grunted quietly, smile on his face, and moved to lean against the wall next to her. He was perfectly content to sit in silence, though he was sniffing quietly. 

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allerdyced:

already raiding the adult beverage selection of the mansion’s party, john was pouring himself a few cocktails in a line all for himself, when one was taken up, he was displeased, to say the least. ❛ what the fuck! i was mixin’ th- ❛ he stopped once he realized he probably should be trying to keep the trouble to the lowest he could. ❛ help yourself… ❛

There wasn’t ever going to be much choice when it came to Teon and helping himself. He took what he needed, or wanted, when he did, and very few people, especially around the mansion, ever got in his way. He didn’t care what people thought of him. It wasn’t necessary to. But Laurie had been giving him a lot of lectures on being polite lately. “Thanks.”