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hadriel_logs2017-01-06 02:03 pm
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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.)