open post } { pointless shippiness

[iluvroadrunner6]

I really wanted shippy things and didn't feel like combing through memes. So I made a post! Comment to this post with your characters, who you want and an option from the list below, and I will start a thread. Shenanigans will ensue.

OPTIONS:

1 - Fluff
2 - Angst
3 - Crack
4 - Surprise Me!

IF YOU CHOOSE SURPRISE ME, it will probably be crack. Because I'm in that sort of mood.

Muselist is HERE and it's not completely updated, but I'm going to try and do that tonight. You may select SURPRISE for what character you want, but if you do it will likely be a crossover ship of my choosing. I don't really do M/M slash, but M/F and F/F are both fair game. Annnnnnnd that's it.

... Go, fight, win!

Comments

[aleksandar]

The truth is, Alek would eat just about anything right now.

... Food wise.

After a shift of that magnitude, he's ravenous, even if he's also sick to his stomach for different reasons altogether.

He is also having a hard time looking Cora in the eye as he quietly eats those eggs across from her. He never fails to feel oddly vulnerable the day after the full moon, and he's not used to the monster coming out to play anywhere that isn't the Hale manor, where he's underground and locked up in the cell that was made for him. The one miles and miles away from the city and anyone that he could ever hurt, because he knows that he could. Something inside of him isn't right, isn't good, and he's always had trouble reconciling with that part of himself that just wants to draw blood.

Still, he's grateful for Cora, and he knows she didn't have to help, but she did. He's just terrible at putting all of that to words.

"It's good," he assures her, wincing as that comes out more tersely than he meant for it to. "... Thank you."

Words he doesn't say often, but he means them. And not just for the eggs.

[impetere]

There's more to a wolf than that. She knows they're not the same kind of wolf but she wishes that he didn't hate his so much. Hating your wolf never leads to good things, only complications and problems that are hard to get away from. The more you try to suppress it, the more it only hurts you in the end, but she doesn't know how to express that to them without sounding ignorant.

She's not, though. She knows what it's like to lose control, lose yourself, feel nothing but the beast that's waiting inside her to claw it's way through to the outside. She hates that it's something that's been robbed from her, but at least on some level she feels like she can relate.

"Good," she says with a nod, poking at her own plate, unsure of what to say next. She never knows what to say to him after a full moon, but wait for the mood to pass and help them fall back into their normal pattern again. "Eggs are about the only thing I can make."

[aleksandar]

Alek appreciates she gives him that space, allows the pattern to return to them naturally.

He's never been much of a talker, and verbalizing his feelings is always like pulling teeth. It helps even more she's a werewolf too, even if they aren't exactly the same kind of wolf. She understands better than most what he wrestles with. There just aren't words for everything. Sometimes, there's only understanding.

"My brother's the chef in the family," Alek admits after a moment. He knows better than to talk with his mouth full - his mom did teach him some manners, after all - and he was ravenously eating those eggs. "But he taught me a few things. I can make breakfast tomorrow. What do you like?"

[impetere]

What doesn't she like is probably the better question. Breakfast food is awesome and delicious. She would eat it all three meals a day if she could. But for this she can narrow it down, if for no other reason than for his benefit.

"Pancakes," she says with a nod. She hasn't had pancakes in ages. "Definitely pancakes."