vega bond

❝ I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape—the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show. ❞ romulus ryker ➳ twenty-five ➳ werewolf lvl 1 ➳ i'm here, i'm queer, sorry i'm late.

[annette-hughes]

Annette couldn’t help but laugh as he suddenly become self conscious. He was way too new at this. She felt like she was with a child and it was somewhat refreshing. His innocence made her feel happy for a bit. Nodding as he shook her hand she followed his motion and walked towards the door, bag in hand. “No problem, there’s something about you that’s different than most. It’s a nice change.” she said honestly, looking at him a new light in her eyes. “Don’t worry, I can’t imagine how odd it would be to be shoved into something like this. I’ll answer as many questions as I can. Just ask and I’ll try to do your best.” she said with a small smile. Something about his child like nature made her want to help. She had far too much of a maternal sense, but it hadn’t been bad. He needed someone and she was there. Even if it meant maybe opening herself up to someone new in the process.

[wereromulus]

"Different, huh? I like the sound of that," and he was back to his usual, cocky self, compliments fueling his sense of self almost immediately. Nodding at her question, he simply walked with no meaning to interrupt the silence that quickly enveloped the two. He needed to phrase everything right so no confusion could be made between them, so he wouldn't make himself appear more of a fool than he already was. "So, um, fae. What is that? I've read a little bit on other supernatural creatures, little being the key word here, and I do remember the term but... Didn't quite understand it... Mind explaning?"

[annette-hughes]

She looked the man over, skeptical before realizing he was most likely being truthful. He seemed confused and obviously in some desperate need of help. “Alright, just lower you voice…” she said, confused to why she was even doing this. She could have just said he must have been crazy and walked away as any shocked human would have. But she felt he needed someone and she had been pretty lonely lately anyhow. She could use most acquaintances, and Romulus seemed fairly friendly. She nodded at his introduction and smiled a bit. “It’s nice to meet you Romulus,” she said extending her hand. “My name is Annette, and I’ll do my best to help. I just don’t exactly enjoy being broadcast as anything other than human.” she couldn’t help but smirk a bit as he seemed utterly puzzled to what she would be. He didn’t even mention her species in his list of supernatural creatures. “I am actually fae.” she said quietly. Shutting her book carefully she tucked it away into her bag. “And if you are going to learn, I minus well bring you to my home. It’s a bit of a walk, but I have books about supernatural creatures you can read up on.” she said with a small shrug before putting the remains of her drink in the cup. “Would you like to?” she asked, hoping she wasn’t being too rash on her decision, but knowing Romulus would find the most answers in her own collection of books rather than a collection of comic books. 

[wereromulus]

"Oh, right, right," he looked around them, making sure no one had overheard their conversation. But seeing as even the cashier was paying attention to elsewhere, the few other customers to busy in their own little world, no harm had been done by his innate loud demeanor. Beyond glad to hear she'd help him, his solemn expression soon changed, a wide smile now plastered on his face. Taking her hand, he shook it once, offering the same wide smile previously shown, "It's a pleasure meeting 'ya, Annette, and seriously thank you so much, I didn't know where else to look... And fae? What's that? But um, could you tell me on our way there?" He coked his head to the side, gesturing towards the door. Maybe he wasn't so useless after all.

[annette-hughes]

He seemed to be very confused by her, his incessant nodding made it appear as though he didn’t exactly know what he was thinking. “Werewolves, vampires, and witches?” she asked questioningly with a raised eyebrow. He had obviously known she wasn’t something of human but it made her feel nice to know she at least had been masked by his own lack of knowledge. “Well, unfortunately here isn’t exactly the place to look for folklore of the supernatural… It’s just a comic store, they hardly have any books of value. I could probably lend you one but I honestly do not know whether or not to trust you, never mind allow you to use my things.” she said quite stern attempting to stand up for herself in this moment. “Whom may you be and how do you know that I am not ‘human’.” she said looking at him, hoping she had approached this properly and hadn’t just gotten herself killed. 

[wereromulus]

"Oh," was all he said. Or at least, all he could say given the circumstances. He had been so sure of the store and yet, he had been wrong all along. 'That's what I get for trying to do things on my own...' However, at the woman's change in mood, a puzzled expression stared back at the other's stern one. Did she peg him for someone harmful? Someone even remotely dangerous? 'Cause if she did, then she was in for a surprise. Romulus detested anything regarding violence, priding himself as a lover and not a fighter. "My name's Romulus and, being bitten by a werewolf a week ago, I'm trying to learn anything and everything regarding the supernatural. As far as to why I know you're not human, well... I don't know. All I know is your scent is different from humans. It's more... Nature-oriented? I don't know... It's hard to explain..." He looked at the ground, embarrassed by his lack of knowledge. All he wanted was answers...

[annette-hughes]

The boy seemed a bit confused as he approached her, constantly looking towards her and away. She pretended not to notice as she peeked from under the cover of her book informing her about the early Mesopotamian society. She enjoyed reading about such things but right now the man coming closer to her seemed to have picked her over the cashier or anyone else. As he was finally close enough to chat, his question was baffling. “Umh, supernatural creatures?” she asked, pausing as though she were thinking if there were any books about it; rather her mind was becoming panicked with the idea of him picking her out of anyone else. How would he have known she isn’t human? She had always acted human… She was a very basic fae, she never used her magic. How would he have known?

[wereromulus]

He nodded once, then twice, then a third time, moreso to confirm his own self than the brunette's question. "Yes, like, werewolves, vampires, witches... You. Although I can't really figure out just what you are. Your scent... It doesn't go with any I already know." It was reckless to give himself off so quickly and to someone he had just met but, judging by the woman's calm and collected demeanor, she seemed harmless enough. Someone who wouldn't be a liability rather than a helping hand. 

[refillllllllllllll-deactivated2]

I already said too much. I already shared too much, and I want all my secrets back. I hate getting close to people these days, I always regret sharing too much, caring too much, doing too much, feeling too much.

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[annette-hughes]

Annette curled up in the chair pressed into a corner sipping out of a large mug. She fingered through a book she had recently purchased wondering about places and times she would never travel to. From the comfort of indoors it was easy to escape to such a faraway place without the anxieties of what lurks beyond the predictable, controlled climate of Capes & Collectibles. Looking at the pictures and reading the captions, Annette looked up a bit as the sound of the door opening. Normally on afternoons the store had been fairly empty from customers aside from Annette so she was curious to whom else may seek comfort in such a quaint place. 

[wereromulus]

Days passed since the werewolf had bit him and the coming of a new month was fast approaching. He read every lore, every supernatural species encyclopedia he got his hand on, but how true were those books in the first place? Were they merely fiction? Words glossed over to romanticize a naive soul? Agitated beyond comprehension, Romulus figured going to Capes & Collectibles, a shop known for it's eccentric items, would be a good idea. Noting how empty the shop seemed to be, he spotted the brunette in the corner quickly. However, her scent was all too not human for it to go unnoticed. Curiosity being his greatest flaw, he approached her slowly and warily, eyes averting from her face every so often, "D-Do you know where I can find books regarding, I don't know... Supernatural creatures...?"

[wandanie]

[werefranco-deactivated20140310]

"Hmmm," he focused and let his ears hone in on any other footsteps within the house. Nothing. It seemed there mother was really out for the day and that meant Franco didn’t really have a problem with what was about to happen. A growl escaped him, one that was low and primal and the man reached forward for his brother — pulling him into another kiss. This one was not as slow or as gentle as the first and when he met Romulus’ gaze, his eyes were glazed over with lust. "Don’t even think about stopping.”

[wereromulus]

Romulus kissed him back eagerly, an unbearably pleasant sensation sending waves of shivers down his spine. It spread through his body indivertibly, like fire along a fuse. Mid-kiss, he put his hands on the man's shoulders to give him a gentle push, guiding him back onto the bed. "Who said I was," then he put his hands on Franco's hips and began to tug. Oh so slowly, the fabric was pulled down. He took his time with it too, the feel of his own hands and the fabric sliding against his brother's skin transforming into a long, deliberate caress. With their mother away for a good portion of the day, he had no desire to rush things, and wanted to instead take as long as possible, tease as much as possible. Kisses down Franco's chest, hands running up and down his thighs, his lips now only a fraction away from the other's erection, he looked at the last second, giving the his brother a smirk, "You know, I don't know about this, Fran. What if mom walks in," he said while placing kisses everywhere but his member, "What if we get caught?"

[vengeful-rhine-deactivated20140]

There was one trait about this town that she simply didn’t like. And that was the people within it. How they believed everybody was nice enough to do things—say, give them a ride home—or that they were friendly enough to start up a conversation. It pissed Rhine off to no extent. “Which means that it’s maybe a twenty minute walk by foot,” she said, calculating the differences as she didn’t even bother to turn her head to face the naked blonde. “And seeing as you’re completely comfortable with your body to have already been roaming the streets butt naked, I highly doubt that a twenty minute walk will do you much different, now will it? So, piss off,” she hissed, her hand curling into a fist as she reached the urge to punch him.

[wereromulus]

She really wasn't budging, was she? Letting out a deep sigh, he continued in his attempts to persuade the brunette otherwise. He was lazy, exhausted, and quite frankly, after a two hour fuck, it strained him to make the slightest movement. The eternal struggle of being a bottom in his relationships. "Look, I just got my ass rammed by a guy that I didn't even know. But his dick was huge and now I can't walk another step. So, if you have a tiny bit of sympathy for the less fortunate, please give me a ride. I'll pay you, I'll do whatever; all I need is a ride home." Adding the ever specific details wasn't going to help him, that he knew, but what harm would it do? A roll of the eyes, a smirk, a mocking snort? Nothing he hadn't faced in his many years of running the streets of Bindlebrim naked, seeking refuge of strangers. 

[kennaspearson]

Yes, definitelly recently bitten. Meghan just couldn’t identify if the cockiness exhaling through his pores was natural or came with the said ‘gift’; more the first option, since he seemed so oblivious of his own abilities. “The Romulus?” Meghan’s eyebrows raised slightly — yes, she lacked on the social part, she was aware of this. Walls built way too high, barely talking to anyone there; it was understanding, for her, to not pay attention to him — but something told not for the opposite. “Already did, I am just training.”

[wereromulus]

He narrowed his eyes at the blonde, not sure if repeating his name was meant as a mocking gesture or her way to remember some harbored knowledge of him. Either way, he didn't let it get to him. He loved the theatre far too much to let one person ruin it for him. One person who seemingly wasn't that interested to talk to the cast and crew. Hands now buried in his pockets, he mused, "If you already memorized, what's the point of rehearsing them again? You'll only stress your brain and trust me, that will not help you remember the words when the time comes."

[vengeful-rhine-deactivated20140]

Her face remained unamused, even as Rhine took in the sight of the well fit blonde in front of her. It was below twenty degrees outside and this kid was standing around butt naked for the entire world to see. And he expected her to give him a ride? Her eyebrows raised for a split second before her eyes narrowed into a death glare. “Actually it is a bother. Have fun walking home when it’s below freezing out, Fabio,” she sneered, before turning around and heading back to her truck.

[wereromulus]

Of course, out of all the people he could have met, a snarky woman just had to be one of them. As she turned around, he debated on whether to follow her and somehow convince her or to simply turn around and walk away. His house really wasn't that far... But Romulus' own laziness got the best of him, "Hey, wait! C'mon," he jogged up next to her, keeping a safe distance nonetheless, "My house is maybe five minutes away from here by car, tops. I'll owe you big time if you do this for me. Please? Pretty please?" He pouted, not at all meaning to be mocking.

[werefranco-deactivated20140310]

When he dreamed, the images came to him in vivid colors. He could see his wolf beside him and the creature was magnificent, larger than anything else he’d ever seen. Brown fingers moved out to touch it, to try and catch the creature however, it was gone before he even extend his hands all the way. Franco considered running after it, but his entire body was hit with a wave of something — his eyes opened and he found himself staring at Romulus. Brown eyes worked into a glare briefly because he was more than sure that he’d warned him about how he hated early mornings.”This is new,” he mumbled as he moved out his hand in order to run it through Rom’s hair. “If you aren’t careful, mom might wake up.”

[wereromulus]

He expected to be pushed or at least nudged away by his brother, but to his surprise he didn't. 'Thought you weren't a morning person,' the thought mused him. Pulling himself up into a warm and tender kiss that felt almost like an expression of gratitude. When they broke apart, Romulus brushed his lips from the corner of Franco's mouth across his cheek to his ear and whispered, "She's working already. Morning shift today. Looks like it's just me and you," his right hand still loosely holding the man's erection, he spoke huskily against his ear again, "Do you want me to continue or...?"

[wereromulus]

Lying soundlessly asleep on his bed, wearing nothing but underwear, hungry eyes gazed upon the sleeping form. He could wait, sleep it off to pass time even. But how could Romulus resist? Licking his dry lips, the werewolf approached the bed with slow, careful steps. A trick like this would go unnoticed if his brother was still a human but alas, any quick movement now would awaken him. Hands slipping past covers and sheets, fingers slipping into the fabric tantalizingly slow until in one swift move, the garment was slipped off; exposing the man's member. A devilish smirk crossed his face as he took in an image not at all foreign to him. Hands rubbing against the skin, mouth lingering, licking the shaft teasingly before wrapping his lips around the member. Not two minutes passed before Franco woke up, and though he didn't want to stop, enjoying the steady action far too much, he came back up with a pop, mouth forming a perfect 'o'. "Morning, Fran." A grin. 

[vengeful-rhine-deactivated20140]

Rhine swerved, her truck rushing onto the curve as she slammed on her breaks. Anger and fear flooded through her, her mind going into overdrive as her first thought—Soloman—appeared. “Jesus fucking Christ!” she shouted, getting out of the car as she stared at the person in anger. “What the hell are you doing standing in the middle of the road?!”

[wereromulus]

Naked the werewolf stood as the shouting began, but a smirk still remained. A one night stand had led him to leave the man's house without a single clothing item to cling to. Thankfully, the many perks of being a werewolf assured him he wouldn't freeze to death. Unashamed, both hands rested on his hips, "Sorry, it's real late; didn't know people would still be drivin' around. But if it's no bother, could 'ya drive me home? It's cold and as you can see," he cocked his head to the left, eyes gesturing down to his current state, "Sorta' need one."

[kennaspearson]

His scent was the first thing she caught — fresh and new, bruning it’s way up her nostrils and impriting on the surface of her brain. It made her wonder how long he had been there, at the Theater, and why she hadn’t noticed him before. He was so young, and she didn’t know his name, either, even though, he apparently knew hers. Meghan noticed, a couple minutes later, that she had been staring at him — head cocked to a side, almost in a examiningly way, eyes squinted with curiosity — and hadn’t answered. Slwoly, she noded, thinking that she probably had to reinforce her social skills. “I am, thank you for asking… Who are you?” It probably sounded rude in a complete innocent and unintentional way — but the need of knowing who he was took over her completely.

[wereromulus]

Who was he? The lead actor to four of their plays in a row, "debatably" the best actor in Orpheum and yet she asked who he was? Clearly Romulus needed to make himself more known—if that was even possible. "The Romulus, but 'ya can call me Rom. It's easier," he met her quizzical glance with a comical one. The closer he got to her form, the more her scent tampered his mind from thinking about anything but her scent. Franco had tried to explain the concept behind their new abilities, how to distinguish humans from fellow wolves being one of them. But his mind drew a blank and anything his brother had told him just wasn't coming to him. "Memorizing your lines?"

[kennaspearson]

A sharp and annoyed huffle escaped through her lips, stunnornly pressed in a thin line moments  beofre. Meghan had noticed, to her complete dismay, that the line she was supposed to memorize a week ago were floating aimlessly in her mind, disconnected and pointless. Squeezing it shut, her eyes burned behind closed eyelids with tears that she did not dared to let it fall, jaw clenched painfully and her grip tightened on her script, covering the unstability of trembling fingers. The edges of her mind were blurry, and she could swear the abysm would swallow her whole, sooner or later. Try again, she thought, opening her eyes and taking a deep breath — Let’s try again.

[wereromulus]

An actor, no matter how skilled, knew how to catch the slightest change in a person's whole facade easily. Maybe not quickly or even effectively, but they could. As he walked down the aisles, nearing the stage in front of him, he found a blonde he had but just heard of. Meghan. The werewolf could vaguely recall that was her name. He knew not to pry in the woman's life, but he memorized the female's array of change of expressions ever since she joined the theatre. And today's was one he hadn't seen in awhile. Bag slumped over his shoulder, he turned around halfway after he passed her, brows furrowing in faint worry. "Meghan, isn't it? Everything alright?" With being bit only two weeks ago, his senses were still fairly week. Making him dubious on whether the blonde was a wolf or not. 

[pleasedontbenaked]

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