[ he didn't think he'd make it through the night, considering the blur of pain and heat that he remembers in between being bitten and turning. (never mind the turning itself.) it's only then, when he tries to remember what happened after being bitten, that he remembers the ring. his mother's ring. his heart aches thinking about how it's silver and he won't get to touch it again — ]
That's —
[ silver. only brianna's touching it. (with material. wow. wish he'd thought of that instead of being a dumbass. at least he didn't say anything out loud.) and keeping it safe for him? maybe. maybe she's taking it as something to hold over his head, if she assumes it's valuable to him. or maybe she intends to throw it into the ocean. none of that feels in line with what he's seen of her, though. he shouldn't trust her, but his new intrusive thought wolf brain cell is telling him that he can.
the sound (and scent?) of someone approaching makes him jerk upright, although he stays seated on the ground. something inside of him that doesn't even feel like part of him, something rough and raw and angry, flares in his chest. the little hunter. he wants to claw and scratch and bite this dude, even if the very tired and slightly horrified human part of him knows better, trying its best to hold back. ]
I'm fine, thanks!
[ he whittles his exterior down to sarcasm; it was be best he could do considering how much is raging beneath the surface. ]
pffft pls 😊
That's —
[ silver. only brianna's touching it. (with material. wow. wish he'd thought of that instead of being a dumbass. at least he didn't say anything out loud.) and keeping it safe for him? maybe. maybe she's taking it as something to hold over his head, if she assumes it's valuable to him. or maybe she intends to throw it into the ocean. none of that feels in line with what he's seen of her, though. he shouldn't trust her, but his new intrusive thought wolf brain cell is telling him that he can.
the sound (and scent?) of someone approaching makes him jerk upright, although he stays seated on the ground. something inside of him that doesn't even feel like part of him, something rough and raw and angry, flares in his chest. the little hunter. he wants to claw and scratch and bite this dude, even if the very tired and slightly horrified human part of him knows better, trying its best to hold back. ]
I'm fine, thanks!
[ he whittles his exterior down to sarcasm; it was be best he could do considering how much is raging beneath the surface. ]