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[21 Aug 2010|09:06pm] |
Vance hated when Pirate had to work late into the night. He was a little more than spoiled by the other wolf's warmth when he'd crawl into bed at night, and having to go to bed without his mate was disappointing. It wasn't even about sex - it wasn't as if they had sex every single night, it was just about the comfort of having Pirate there.
School had started back up, and Vance was now into his sophomore year. He was about to be sixteen now and it was strange to think that he'd known Pirate for nearly an entire year now. He'd been through a hell of a lot for a boy his age, wolf or not, and sometimes he still had nightmares about being kidnapped and especially about Kenneth. He never let on about them, though, because he felt a little silly. It'd been over six months ago, hadn't it? Sometimes he couldn't remember. Usually when he wokeup from a dream, he just snuggled against Pirate and went back to sleep.
Tonight, though, Pirate wasn't there to snuggle up to and even if he was Vance was in the middle of a dream instead of waking up from it. His entire body was stiff, posture not at all natural for one who was sleeping, and every now and then he'd mutter or whimper about something in his sleep.
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| open to sigmund and darby (backdated to right after sigmund and graham's fight/shift] |
[21 Aug 2010|11:50pm] |
Casey had so many questions about Graham, but most he was afraid to ask. All right, all of them he was afraid to ask. It was intimidating to know that Sigmund had someone in the pack who'd meant so much to him. And Graham was gorgeous. Older. He was one of Sigmund's own kind. So yeah, it was difficult not to feel a little bit insecure about the older man.
Sitting on the porch, Casey was waiting for Sigmund to come back from a run. Graham was gone as well, and knowing that they were nude while shifting? That made Casey a little bit antsy. He'd woken up alone in bed, and when he came down and neither Sigmund or Graham were around he assumed they were somewhere together. Probably on a run. What that meant, Casey was sure it wasn't bad or sexual. It just... was what it was.
He had no idea that Darby was in the house, in a room upstairs, waking up to the same sort of scenario. Actually, Casey had no idea who Darby even was.
With a sigh, he dipped his head down to try and concentrate on the book he was reading, but it really wasn't working. He was so high strung at the moment that everyone in the house could probably feel it.
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