Wren Evenfall

Elf | Council Elder | 2800 | Lives in Droitwich | Head Grounds Keeper at Vievecor City Park

[wren-evenfall]

“I think you already owe me something from the last time you defiled my garden. So I would tread carefully.” Wren responded playfully, the pun intended. “Honestly, I just find myself too busy, or rather distracted, with the park.” Wren admitted, “I’m guilty of losing track of time out there, by the time I get home, it’s a little late for gardening.” He laughed faintly. “Besides, my help is limited at home, at the park I have my groundskeepers to help most of the time.”

[augustine-lycaon]

“Still salty about that, hm?” Augustine grinned, although he did feel a bit bad. “Anything I can do to make it up to you? Another drink perhaps?”

[wren-evenfall]

“Mm. I think I’ve had enough to drink for one night,” Wren said, he could tell that from the faint blur to everything around him, “But…” Wren paused, glancing down to Augustine’s arms, “I could perhaps use a hand with some gardening. There are some trees I’ve been meaning to put in, but they’re quite large.”

[augustine-lycaon]

The wolf smirked, one eyebrow quirking curiously. “Is this you asking for my help then?”

[wren-evenfall]

“Think of it as me claiming my compensation for the damages.” Wren replied with a playful smile. Perhaps he wouldn’t have been quite as forward without the wine in his system, sometimes he thought he had left that particular personality trait somewhere in the middle of his life span. “But, yes… some help would be nice.” The elf conceded, tilting his head. “What do you think?”

[wren-evenfall]

For: @kasszuberi

Location: Droitwich

Having lived in Droitwich for the past one-hundred-years now, Wren found himself very familiar with it’s establishments. Not that he visited them often, of course, but there was one bartender that he’d befriended. He wasn’t sure if the man had been trying to flirt with him for all these years and Wren was just being oblivious, but he often had good tips to share, like how Ethanol could help plants during a drought, or the botany behind alcohol that Wren found interesting.

He’d stopped in to pick up a book on the subject before heading home one night. He hadn’t quite noticed the familiar man in the corner over the music and the chatter of others, until it seemed he’d poured a glass of something all over somebody and caused quite a commotion. Mister Zuberi?” Wren questioned, “Are you alright?”

[kasszuberi]

wren-evenfall​:

“Not all things.” Wren responded simply, “Besides, I wasn’t always in a position where using my magic so freely was an option.” He explained.

Once they were both sat, Wren surveyed the bloodied mess of Kass’ nose, deciding without a doubt that it was broken. “You’re in luck, I think it can be saved.” He offered a small smile, “We also have the moon on our side this evening.” He hummed. It was particularly helpful to draw power from when healing, and Wren did just that as he set to fixing Kass’ nose. “So, do you go out alone often?” Wren asked and just as he did, the bone clicked back into place. “There,” he exhaled, using his magic to dull the pain quickly after.

-

“That hadn’t occurred to me,” he thought aloud. Kass had been in a lucky enough position to grow up around and in coven’s, always able to use his magic when it suited him. “It’s a handy skill to have.” 

Kass grinned, grateful that he wouldn’t be having a surprise surgery to remove his nose in the park. They could safe that misadventure for another day. “I think I mostly go out alone,” he admitted, distracted by the elf’s question. The distraction only worked so long before he was cursing loudly, the sound of bone clicking back into place. “Son of a...” he growled out, pulling his head out of Wren’s grasp. He knew he should be grateful and maybe when the ache went away, he would be. “I should just carry a healing potion with me,” he muttered. “But thank you,” he added, albeit begrudgingly while he still felt pain. 

[wren-evenfall]

“I’m sorry,” Wren replied as Kass jerked his face out of his hands, but the elf cautiously guided him back into his hold to gently press his fingers to either side of his nose, effectively soothing the pain that radiated beneath them. “It’s quicker than a healing potion.” He tried to assure him, before his hands dropped away. “Do you always get in this much trouble when you’re out on your own?” Wren asked.

[wren-evenfall]

[wren-evenfall]

Wren knew all of this was his fault for having asked, but he couldn’t have carried on with that knowledge in the back of his mind, never knowing. “Then I’m sorry I made you tell me. But I couldn’t carry on without knowing if what you said was true.” Wren held his gaze for a moment before shaking his head, hand pulling at the door handle before suddenly Artus was close to him and pushing it shut again.

“I already told you I’m not going anywhere…” Wren’s voice had softened from where he had previously been shouting, his eyes pained. He hesitated for a moment before using his hand to cup Artus jaw and lift his face to him. “You just have to give me some time. I don’t know how to process all of this. I need you to be patient with me…” He swallowed “but, if it’s too difficult, I understand. I can be here for you without being… here.” Wren didn’t want to stop Artus from actually finding someone in the there and now, he had waited so long for someone who couldn’t return his emotions in that time, and he didn’t want to hurt him anymore, or stop him from getting what he deserved.

[artuswestwood]

He didn’t want to look at him, to see the pain in his expression, but he didn’t resist his touch or the way he lifted his head until their eyes met. “Take all the time you need. And if you have more questions, I’ll answer them.” Artus knew he wasn’t even close to half the man Xander had been and didn’t think he’d ever be good enough for Wren, but that didn’t change his feelings. At this point, the younger elf felt exhausted from all of the emotions and he took a small step forward, head dropping forward until his forehead was resting on Wren’s shoulder. “I’m sorry, for getting angry at you and bringing up your clan. I’m not good with dealing with emotions.” 

[wren-evenfall]

Wren nodded, motionless for a few seconds before both arms moved around Artus’ back to envelop him. “It’s okay.” He quietly replied, not knowing what else he could say. “I’m sorry… for everything, Artus.” Wren swallowed around the lump in his throat. I’m sorry I’m not in love with you? I’m sorry that I don’t know if I ever will be? I’m sorry that you’ve wasted so much time on me? I’m sorry that I’ve put you through this. His fingers pressed against his back, hoping the tiny movement of fingertips back and forth would somehow soothe everything.

[wren-evenfall]

“I’m not cutting you out of my life, Artus! Of course you mean something to me, how could you say that you don’t?” For someone that was usually so composed, Wren was starting to get upset and exasperated, and his eyes watered. “Is that what you want, to be away from me? You’re rolling out a love that hasn’t even happened for me yet, Artus, you’re not even giving me a chance,” He replied, searching his face, “I don’t know you in the same way that you know me. That doesn’t mean I don’t know you. I’m sorry that my heart was occupied, Artus. When I love, I love with everything I have, so I’m sorry that I didn’t notice when you wanted me to. I have grieved twice in the time that we’ve known each other. I feel like I have already died twice over, because they took me with them. So forgive me if I can’t jump into something just because you’ve decided to tell me how you feel now.” Wren wiped his eyes.

“Of course I don’t want you to marry just because somebody tells you you should. I want you to marry someone you love, if that’s even what you want. But I can’t just disrespect your father without even knowing— without you even asking me for a menial drink or—“ Wren swallowed, losing his words to frustration. “Fine… you do that, Artus. Since clearly I’m easy enough for you to discard when you don’t get what you want.” Wren caught the moisture on his cheek before his hand reached for the door handle.

[artuswestwood]

“I wasn’t going to tell you! You asked me and I wasn’t going to lie to you. I knew you didn’t feel the same for me, it wasn’t as if it wasn’t obvious.” There were a few times when he had tried to ask him out but Wren always took it as a work thing, or it wasn’t the right time. Seeing the tears in the other’s eyes broke him. This wasn’t what he wanted. He didn’t want to hurt Wren. Immediately, he crossed the room and put his hand on the door, leaning into it to keep it closed. 

“You mean everything to me, Wren. I would rather go hundreds of lifetimes without you ever knowing how much I love you than lose you.” All of his anger was gone now, his eyes stinging with tears he was refusing to let fall and his voice was soft. He hung his head, eyes on the ground as he couldn’t bring himself to look at him. “I don’t need you to love me back. I just need you in my life. You’re the closest friend I have. Dealing with all of this shit without you or Dad... It’s too much.”

[wren-evenfall]

Wren knew all of this was his fault for having asked, but he couldn’t have carried on with that knowledge in the back of his mind, never knowing. “Then I’m sorry I made you tell me. But I couldn’t carry on without knowing if what you said was true.” Wren held his gaze for a moment before shaking his head, hand pulling at the door handle before suddenly Artus was close to him and pushing it shut again.

“I already told you I’m not going anywhere…” Wren’s voice had softened from where he had previously been shouting, his eyes pained. He hesitated for a moment before using his hand to cup Artus jaw and lift his face to him. “You just have to give me some time. I don’t know how to process all of this. I need you to be patient with me…” He swallowed “but, if it’s too difficult, I understand. I can be here for you without being… here.” Wren didn’t want to stop Artus from actually finding someone in the there and now, he had waited so long for someone who couldn’t return his emotions in that time, and he didn’t want to hurt him anymore, or stop him from getting what he deserved.

[wren-evenfall]

“Fine,” Wren decided, it was Artus’ fathers clan and he needed to let him take the ropes, however much it pained him to do so on this one occasion. He had no evidence. “We shall see what comes of it.” He nodded, his head snapping up at the other mans statement. “Is that what this is? This is about us? You cannot throw something like that at me Artus and just expect me to feel the same way! I feel like you’ve lived an entire lifetime that I wasn’t even involved in, now you come here, expecting me to what? Declare my love to you? I can’t. You haven’t even given me the chance to know you in that way.” Wren swallowed. Artus didn’t look at him the same way now, he looked at him like he was some heartless thing. Maybe he was. But he couldn’t lie to somebody he cared so much about. “You can call me heartless, you can call me whatever you want, but you don’t get to pressure me into feeling what you want me to feel! I care for you, more than anyone in my life, but you don’t get to do this and have it be my fault!” Wren was getting upset now, so far off topic they might as well not even be having a meeting. “Fine. Do as you please.” His jaw was stiff as he averted his eyes downwards. “I only want to protect you, Artus.”

[artuswestwood]

For someone who he had looked up to and considered wise, it felt so odd to think that Wren wasn’t grasping why Artus was hurt by what had happened between them. “Why don’t you stop acting like it can’t possibly be true, that I’m lying to myself and I don’t know what love is? I never thought you would have any feelings for me, but now you’re cutting me out of your life like I mean nothing to you!” It was hard for him to process everything that was going on, instead stuck in the feeling of hurt and rejection that was permeating every corner of his life and making him feel like a failure in everything he did. As much as he might have hoped and dreamed that Wren could have felt something for him, it had become clear to him that would never happen. “You’re the one who has spent so much of my life as my close friend, and yet still somehow don’t know me. But if you agree with my father, that I should focus on marrying some elf girl and continuing the family, then fine. That’s what I’ll do.” Artus rose from his chair, his chest aching unbearably and he was doing his best to hold on to his anger for a few moments more, so he didn’t break down crying in front of him. “I’m old enough to protect myself,” he huffed in response. 

[wren-evenfall]

“I’m not cutting you out of my life, Artus! Of course you mean something to me, how could you say that you don’t?” For someone that was usually so composed, Wren was starting to get upset and exasperated, and his eyes watered. “Is that what you want, to be away from me? You’re rolling out a love that hasn’t even happened for me yet, Artus, you’re not even giving me a chance,” He replied, searching his face, “I don’t know you in the same way that you know me. That doesn’t mean I don’t know you. I’m sorry that my heart was occupied, Artus. When I love, I love with everything I have, so I’m sorry that I didn’t notice when you wanted me to. I have grieved twice in the time that we’ve known each other. I feel like I have already died twice over, because they took me with them. So forgive me if I can’t jump into something just because you’ve decided to tell me how you feel now.” Wren wiped his eyes.

“Of course I don’t want you to marry just because somebody tells you you should. I want you to marry someone you love, if that’s even what you want. But I can’t just disrespect your father without even knowing— without you even asking me for a menial drink or—“ Wren swallowed, losing his words to frustration. “Fine… you do that, Artus. Since clearly I’m easy enough for you to discard when you don’t get what you want.” Wren caught the moisture on his cheek before his hand reached for the door handle.

[wren-evenfall]

“It’s a board game, you have an army of pieces and your objective is to claim your opponents King. A friend and I have a tournament going on.” Wren explained. He was really starting to feel his age the more and more this conversation went on, but Wren didn’t mind it so much. He hoped if he was being too boring, Eri would kindly avert the conversation away. “If you’re ever interested in learning, I’m sure I can teach you. We play outside in the good months, in the park.”

“I’m sure you will find something. There’s lots to do here in the city, the museum is just one of them.” Wren’s lips lifted to a soft smile, “That’s an interesting way to remember those events in your life.” He replied thoughtfully, his eyes tracing the tattoos on the man’s arms that were on show, when he mentioned being a deity. So, Wren’s thoughts were now confirmed. “You’re a deity? I see. Do you happen to know Elio Del Vecchio?” He asked him. “Well, here’s to being able to add more memories to your others.” Wren turned to the waitress to order a snack and a drink when she appeared and it didn’t take long for it to arrive at their table.

[eri-mergo]

"That sounds like a very interesting game," Eri said. "I'm definitely interested in learning if you're willing to teach me! I should warn you though, this sounds like a game for smart people, and I'm not smart."

"Yes, I'll find something. I can always try bird watching, or gardening. They seem like pretty cool hobbies to have." Eri said, moving past his dark thoughts. Wren didn't need a front row seat to his struggles.

"Yes, I know Elio." Eri tried not to show his alarm at hearing the name. Elio was someone who Eri desperately didn't want to attract the attention of. If Eri's bosses decided to officially punish him, it'd be Elio who carried out the sentence. Eri was more or less kicked out of the Divine Realm for a few centuries, but it wasn't a formal thing. Just a mutual decision to let both Eri and his bosses get some distance from one another, and cool off. As far as he knew, Elio wasn't aware that he'd made the mistake he made. But he still wanted as little to do with the elder as possible. "Why?"

He shook off his reservations, smiling at the waitress. "Here's to lots more memories."

[wren-evenfall]

“You don’t sound like you’re giving yourself enough credit, Eri. I’d be very happy to teach you.” Wren replied with a smile. “Besides, I feel like chess is something you get better at with time.”

“They are nice hobbies to have. Perhaps they will even help you with what you’re feeling at the moment? A little escape from your worries.” The elf replied. At least, they had always helped him to feel more calm, but he supposed that was the Elf in him.

Wren could sense that perhaps he’d said something wrong when he mentioned Elio’s name, so instead he decided to give what he hoped was a calming smile and shook his head, “No reason, he’s a friend of mine, is all. I figured perhaps you two might know one another. He might be able to show you around if you ever think my tours are a little dull.” Wren laughed faintly.

“Indeed.” Wren agreed as he took the first bite from his vegan pastry. “How’s your food?” He asked, shortly afterwards looking up to ask him, “Is there anywhere else you’d like me to show you today?”

[wren-evenfall]

Continued from here

@xu-ying-feng

Wren sighed quietly, not wanting to have upset his friend. “It’s a relief to see you alive and well too, Theo.” Wren replied genuinely, though Theo’s next words made him silent for a moment. “… I did.” He finally replied. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I made a mistake in keeping the information to myself in front of Artus the other day. I suppose I wasn’t quite ready to talk about… everything that happened, just yet. I’m sorry to have put you in the middle of this.”

[wren-evenfall]

For: @chris-elkar

Location: a coffee shop in Droitwich

After contacting the vampire about the events relating to Virgil, Wren had agreed to meet in a place neutral to them both, a coffee shop in Droitwich that was far away from any bodies of water. He was sat waiting when a man approached and he could only assume it was the vampire in question.

“Chris?” Wren greeted. The elf elder held no fondness for the species, but he was old, and despite his hatred had learnt to tolerate them for the most part. In this instance, he was very interested to hear what Chris had to say. “Thank you for meeting with me.”

[chris-elkar]

Chris had shown up early so he could see the elf coming, and watched him walk into the cafe ahead of him, just to make sure there wasn't come kind of ambush waiting for him. "That's me." He sat down on the other side of the table with a small frown.

He'd heard about there being spells on Doitwich that were supposed to make vampires calmer or less likely to attack people, and he'd felt it settle over him after he walked into the district. With his current anxiety though, it just made him feel kind of depressed. "I think I know what you're going to talk about, but why don't you start anyway."

[wren-evenfall]

Wren could understand Chris’ need to get straight into things, because he felt much the same himself. “I have not spoken to your sire myself, but from what I understand she’s concerned about what happened the other evening and there are rumours beginning to circulate. I was wondering if you might be able to tell me what happened yourself? You know how the rumour mill works in this city.” Wren asked. The elf knew Chris was likely to be defensive, or perhaps worried that Wren was out to claim he was a liar, but he hoped the vampire would speak candidly with him. “This is not an interrogation, please be sure of that. But for both our sides I think it’s in our best interests to be honest with one another.”

[wren-evenfall]

[wren-evenfall]

“I think you already owe me something from the last time you defiled my garden. So I would tread carefully.” Wren responded playfully, the pun intended. “Honestly, I just find myself too busy, or rather distracted, with the park.” Wren admitted, “I’m guilty of losing track of time out there, by the time I get home, it’s a little late for gardening.” He laughed faintly. “Besides, my help is limited at home, at the park I have my groundskeepers to help most of the time.”

[augustine-lycaon]

“Still salty about that, hm?” Augustine grinned, although he did feel a bit bad. “Anything I can do to make it up to you? Another drink perhaps?”

[wren-evenfall]

“Mm. I think I’ve had enough to drink for one night,” Wren said, he could tell that from the faint blur to everything around him, “But…” Wren paused, glancing down to Augustine’s arms, “I could perhaps use a hand with some gardening. There are some trees I’ve been meaning to put in, but they’re quite large.”

[wren-evenfall]

Wren listened, nodding. There was nothing wrong with being a wanderer, Wren told himself, you paranoid old man. You were a wanderer a one point yourself.

“All kinds, really. I try to get as much variety into our city park as possible. Some take a little more care of course,” The kind of care only an elf was capable of giving, “But it’s worth it to see everybody’s delight. Especially the humans when they struggle to fathom how such a plant could be thriving.” Wren smiled. “We recently had our annual Earth Day celebrations, everyone had a nice time at the event and the migration went well. It always feels good when your hard work pays off.” Wren nodded.

“You think of nature as dangerous?” Wren asked curiously. He supposed it was, sometimes. “It’s why I like to tend to the areas of beauty we have left.” The elf added, “I’m a couple hundred years from being three thousand.” Wren answered, turning his head to him, “what about yourself?”

[virgilachyls]

Virgil smiled back as Wren spoke of gardening, listening as a sort of passion finally took hold of him. Of course, the thought of making plants thrive for silly things like humans, or just to be pretty, was not something he agreed with. Nature was best when it was growing freely. But he found himself charmed by the visions Wren created in his mind nonetheless. "That sounds quite marvelous. I never gave much thought to who tends the gardens in the city. You must have a real knack for it. You produce beautiful plants."

"It used to be, yes. Before the humans settled the land and polluted the rivers. It wasn't so bad for those of us who knew better than to bother it, though." He trailed off before he said something about fools wandering into the woods or water and not coming back out.

"I thought so. You seem very wise with your words and thoughts." Virgil said. "I'm around a thousand."

[wren-evenfall]

“Thank you,” Wren nodded gratefully. “I try my best.” The park often acted as his own sanctuary, it was easy to lose time in there and forget that it was in fact meant to be his job, not a hobby.

“Who knows, perhaps one day they will learn to respect what’s around them a little more.” Wren offered, though he wasn’t quite sure of it himself. There was so much development, that sometimes preservation got lost.

“That’s kind of you to say.” He laughed faintly, his eyes averting down momentarily onto the waters Virgil had been wading in. “Well, I think I shall leave you to it for the evening. Enjoy the rest of it.” He nodded, “Perhaps I will see you again at the theatre.”

[wren-evenfall]

For: @chris-elkar

Location: a coffee shop in Droitwich

After contacting the vampire about the events relating to Virgil, Wren had agreed to meet in a place neutral to them both, a coffee shop in Droitwich that was far away from any bodies of water. He was sat waiting when a man approached and he could only assume it was the vampire in question.

“Chris?” Wren greeted. The elf elder held no fondness for the species, but he was old, and despite his hatred had learnt to tolerate them for the most part. In this instance, he was very interested to hear what Chris had to say. “Thank you for meeting with me.”

[wren-evenfall]

For: @elio-del-vecchio

Location: Vievecor City Park

Wren sat in their usual spot in the park, beneath the shade of the trees with the chess table set up in front of him. It was peaceful, listening to the birds and enjoying the rays of sunlight that peaked through the leaves on his face, as he waited for his friend.

When he opened his eyes, Elio was approaching and his lips lifted to a smile. “Hello,” He greeted, glancing at the delicate watch around his wrist. “You’re early this week.”

[elio-del-vecchio]

"Am I?" Elio grinned and gave a weak shrug, adding, "Guess I am, huh? Haven't been too good at keeping an eye on time lately, but better early than late at least." The deity slid into his usual seat across from the elf elder, relaxing at the familiarity of the situation. "So. How have you been as of late? Take any breaks.. perhaps some vacation after such a busy spring?"

[wren-evenfall]

“I’m just happy to see you.” Wren confided, the softness in his smile remaining on his lips.

“You are the second person on the council to ask me whether I’m taking a vacation. I’m starting to think people are trying to get rid of me,” He chuckled faintly and his shoulders rose and fell, “No vacations planned, though perhaps I would cause less trouble for people if I did…” Wren vaguely replied. “What about yourself, how are you fairing?” He asked his friend, pausing for a moment before adding, “How are you doing really?”

[wren-evenfall]

“Oh, it’s going well. We’ll have lots of work to do in the upcoming months for our Earth Day celebrations, so I think I’ll be putting in some extra hours for that,” Wren explained with a soft exhale, though he didn’t seem entirely unhappy about the situation. “My own garden at home suffers for it, but I suppose that’s always the way.” He offered a smile, “Do you do much gardening or do you prefer trampling?” He teased.

“Trampling. Most definitely,” he answered with a rather playful nod. “Can’t say I have much hands on experience with them otherwise.” He took another sip of his drink before suggesting, “Too busy for leisure activities? Or did your hobby becoming your job kill the interest?”

[wren-evenfall]

“I think you already owe me something from the last time you defiled my garden. So I would tread carefully.” Wren responded playfully, the pun intended. “Honestly, I just find myself too busy, or rather distracted, with the park.” Wren admitted, “I’m guilty of losing track of time out there, by the time I get home, it’s a little late for gardening.” He laughed faintly. “Besides, my help is limited at home, at the park I have my groundskeepers to help most of the time.”

[wren-evenfall]

“Why is that?” Wren asked, “I don’t mean to pry, you don’t have to answer if you’d rather not, of course.” The elf gently added, though he really was curious. It wasn’t entirely uncommon for elves to wander, as a species they were always seeking out places where natural beauty flourished and when the inevitable time came that that place diminished, it was understandable to move on. Perhaps he was just tired, Wren told himself, sensing things that were not there.

“As a gardener I would say earth.” He replied. “Mm. There are lots of people who struggle to see things as we do. I always assume it’s because they have never seen it the way we have.” Although, there weren’t many elves left alive that had seen the world as Wren had. “They’re unable to appreciate it quite the same, are they?”

[virgilachyls]

"It's just something my family has always done. We had our home, of course. But my mother was a wanderer too. Itchy feet, she called them. I inherited that from her. Neither of us could stay in one place for long." He laughed. "I'm older now, though. My wanderlust has faded. I started to feel like I'd seen everything, so I just settled down in the city."

This was a lie he told often. It left out the divine purpose given to him by Ananke, and the endless work that came with it. Part of it was true, though; he was old and losing his desire to wander. His mother had been the one to carry out drownings before him, and she liked to wander too. "A gardener? How lovely. What kind of plants do you grow?"

"You're very right. Few see nature as we do. Young people blunder around like bulls, with no care for their surroundings. Nature used to be dangerous and beautiful. Now it's just... weak. Especially here in the city," Virgil said, something like curiosity settling over him. The other elf spoke as if he was quite old, showing perspective that could only come with age. "How old are you, if you don't mind me asking?"

[wren-evenfall]

Wren listened, nodding. There was nothing wrong with being a wanderer, Wren told himself, you paranoid old man. You were a wanderer a one point yourself.

“All kinds, really. I try to get as much variety into our city park as possible. Some take a little more care of course,” The kind of care only an elf was capable of giving, “But it’s worth it to see everybody’s delight. Especially the humans when they struggle to fathom how such a plant could be thriving.” Wren smiled. “We recently had our annual Earth Day celebrations, everyone had a nice time at the event and the migration went well. It always feels good when your hard work pays off.” Wren nodded.

“You think of nature as dangerous?” Wren asked curiously. He supposed it was, sometimes. “It’s why I like to tend to the areas of beauty we have left.” The elf added, “I’m a couple hundred years from being three thousand.” Wren answered, turning his head to him, “what about yourself?”

[caleb-lycaon]

routine | wren & caleb

wren-evenfall​:

“Yes, my retirement…” Wren laughed softly, “I suppose I never thought of it like that.” Wren paused, “You are making me sound more and more like a grandfather every time we see one another.”

When the waitress began to bring over the numerous dishes, Wren gestured loosely around the table as if they might have been sharing, even though he most certainly had no intention of eating a hungry wolf’s food. “Oh, it’s fine… it’s just that time of year.” Wren passed it off, “And you are just there to… keep things running smoothly as usual?” Wren asked, trying to keep the suggestion out of his voice, but it was difficult considering Caleb never seemed to participate. “And do yoga.”

“Nothing wrong with that. You’ve lived a very long time so you should enjoy the perks of being old and wise,” Caleb chuckled and his eyes lit up when the food was being brought over to their table and placed between them. He picked up his knife and fork and immediately started digging in.

“Oh, I didn’t partake this year. It’s easier for me to keep everyone in line if I’m unaffected myself.” Meaning that Caleb took suppressants again that year to stave off his heat, though he was not going to be able to keep doing so year on year. “And I don’t do yoga when I’m transformed,” he laughed through a mouthful of food. “That’d be so weird. I can’t even imagine it…”

[wren-evenfall]

“That doesn’t sound like very much fun for you.” Wren responded with a somewhat mischievous smile, before covering it by taking a bite out of his wrap. Perhaps he was being a little nosey, but that was what old people were known for, right?prying into the love lives of others. “That’s something I would like to see.” Wren laughed. “And… you have no desire to find a mate for yourself?” Wren asked.