Emily Davis (
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it's not regret
Who: Emily, Wolfie, and y o u ! (Will match format.)
What: A girl and her wolf hang out after losing some friends to the Door. (Yes. Her wolf. Fight her. ...okay, the sad children's wolf. F i g h t h e r.)
Where: The sewing shop, the park, the lakeside, and the wildcard option
When: January 6
Warnings: Sadness. Emily.A lack of self-love on my part, yolo. Will update as needed.
sewing shop
Wolfie lies at her feet while she works, warming her toes as he looks, quiet and forlorn, at the shop door. Emily can't blame him. Now and then, she looks up too, half expecting Chris or Sam to walk in. Or even Ash, all excited about a new dye. (Ash has been gone for months, never got to meet Wolfie. She bets they would've liked each other.)
He's surprisingly gentle. Maybe he's got some dog in him, enough to know she's as upset as he is over losing friends, packmates.
When someone walks in, Wolfie will lift his head in their direction, attentive to any indication they might be a threat to him or the human girl he's spending so much time with.
"He only bites if you're an asshole," Em will add. What? Don't look at her like that. It's true.
park
She doesn't want to know what that bone he finds used fo belong to. As long as he's happy and not killing things right in front of her, she's fine. (He could've bitten Mike a little for her, geez, but no. That asshole had to go all wolf whisperer. Whatever.
Emily sits on one of the benches, and Wolfie curls up on the ground next to her, munching on his treat. She scratches him between the ears now and then, when she's not busy taking sips of Irish coffee that smells entirely too much of booze.
lakeside
Once, she and Chris had a heart to heart here. It was pretty brutal. One of them almost cried.
Now she sits at the edge of the lake and listens to the water while Wolfie alternates between pacing behind her and coming up to her to gently headbutt her in the arm. It's like he's reminding her there's still a life worth living, people worth living for. There's still Matt and Hannah and Beth. She shouldn't take them for granted, but right now she just... needs this. Time alone. Time to think.
A thick, nice-size branch floats over to her. Emily snatches it out of the water, glances at Wolfie, and throws the stick without another thought. Maybe Jack (it's pretty cool they know his name now) taught Wolfie how to fetch.
Or she just hit you with a stick. Win-win.
wildcard
(Come to me, all ye adults who deal healthily with your shit amirite.)
What: A girl and her wolf hang out after losing some friends to the Door. (Yes. Her wolf. Fight her. ...okay, the sad children's wolf. F i g h t h e r.)
Where: The sewing shop, the park, the lakeside, and the wildcard option
When: January 6
Warnings: Sadness. Emily.
sewing shop
Wolfie lies at her feet while she works, warming her toes as he looks, quiet and forlorn, at the shop door. Emily can't blame him. Now and then, she looks up too, half expecting Chris or Sam to walk in. Or even Ash, all excited about a new dye. (Ash has been gone for months, never got to meet Wolfie. She bets they would've liked each other.)
He's surprisingly gentle. Maybe he's got some dog in him, enough to know she's as upset as he is over losing friends, packmates.
When someone walks in, Wolfie will lift his head in their direction, attentive to any indication they might be a threat to him or the human girl he's spending so much time with.
"He only bites if you're an asshole," Em will add. What? Don't look at her like that. It's true.
park
She doesn't want to know what that bone he finds used fo belong to. As long as he's happy and not killing things right in front of her, she's fine. (He could've bitten Mike a little for her, geez, but no. That asshole had to go all wolf whisperer. Whatever.
Emily sits on one of the benches, and Wolfie curls up on the ground next to her, munching on his treat. She scratches him between the ears now and then, when she's not busy taking sips of Irish coffee that smells entirely too much of booze.
lakeside
Once, she and Chris had a heart to heart here. It was pretty brutal. One of them almost cried.
Now she sits at the edge of the lake and listens to the water while Wolfie alternates between pacing behind her and coming up to her to gently headbutt her in the arm. It's like he's reminding her there's still a life worth living, people worth living for. There's still Matt and Hannah and Beth. She shouldn't take them for granted, but right now she just... needs this. Time alone. Time to think.
A thick, nice-size branch floats over to her. Emily snatches it out of the water, glances at Wolfie, and throws the stick without another thought. Maybe Jack (it's pretty cool they know his name now) taught Wolfie how to fetch.
Or she just hit you with a stick. Win-win.
wildcard
(Come to me, all ye adults who deal healthily with your shit amirite.)
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It was supposed to be a way to relax, until the stick appeared out of nowhere and thwapped her across the nose.
"Holy shit."
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"Shit. Sorry." But she's not too sorry... until she remembers Sam would be really, really sorry. Now Emily's sorry.
Wolfie heads over to pick up the stick at Jo's feet, pausing to sniff her legs before making his way back to Emily.
"You're not bleeding or anything, are you?" Emily asks Jo, reaching out to scratch Wolfie between the ears when he's close enough.
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Everything checks out, and there's no telltale trickle of blood. Good.
"I'm fine." Jo approaches the bench slowly. "You don't have anything else to throw, right?"
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There's not as much sass to Emily's response as there would be normally. Grief will do that to a person.
Wolfie settles by Emily's feet, chewing on the stick, looking up at the girls now and then as they talk.
"He found a bone earlier. I don't know what animal or monster it used to be from. He left it behind at the park."
Good ridddance.
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"Probably don't want him chewing on it. You never know what he might pick up."
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But whatever.
"Considering he might've chewed on human bones back where we're from, I'm not sure it matters what he chews on here."
...oh gross, Emily hadn't really thought about that. It's sad and terrifying and that's where Sam went back to, the mountain, after dawn.
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Interesting.
This brings up all kinds of questions.
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He's safe here. Sort of. He doesn't have to deal with wendigos anymore, at least.
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Which is such a bullshit thing to say, but it's the truth.
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"This place is pretty crazy."
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"Understatement of the century." Emily shrugs. "I don't think Wolfie knows how to fetch, so hitting you with the stick was pointless."
Or: sorry.
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"I'll say it was worth the knowledge."
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"He's nice as long as you're not an asshole." As if to prove it, Emily reaches out and rubs Wolfie's head.
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"I'll make sure to keep my jerk-ness hidden inside while he's around."
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Yeah she's not over his shit. She's even less over it than before, because the last time he was here, he didn't even seem like he was sorry.
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"Exes suck."
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"He pointed a gun at me because he thought I was dangerous. What kind of an asshole just does that to someone? And he didn't even say he was sorry when he was here for a while."
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Not to someone she was dating, but to people, definitely.
"He should've said sorry." She usually apologized.
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...somebody's got a lot of anger to work through. But then again, Emily never forgets a slight, even if she forgives it. And she has so not forgiven Mike.
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"Maybe next time you see him he'll come to his senses."
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If he were less of a dick about it, she might forgive him, in time. But as it stands, she still thinks he deserves to go through at least some of what she and the others have been through here.
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She shrugs.
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"Or night. Just keep that in mind."
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