Derek was a little startled at the sudden hug and rush of emotion, though he caught her and tentatively patted her back soothingly, still a tad bit stunned at the force of her gratitude but glad he could help and make someone feel so thankful.
She shot after the sugar cube, mouth opening in a soundless yelp and came up ready to pike it right back at Isaac, scraping her hair out of her face with the other hand. Then she abandoned it, scrambling to sit down at the table as soon as she saw the plates in Derek’s hands. Hastily she pushed her hair back, arranging the robe and her face for innocence.
After all, Derek wouldn’t know she was kicking Isaac under the table.
Isaac grunted as Summer settled and he heard a few thunks. “Stop kicking at each other!” he reprimanded, though he was still laughing. Children, he shook his head at them. He did set the plates down and then settled himself down, digging into the food.
She turned up her nose at both werewolves and devoured the breakfast. Food was too rare to be ignored while tormenting someone else. It had seemed to go over well enough last night when she picked up the dishes, so she did that again, then hovered at Derek’s shoulder.
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Derek snarled lowly but kept his head down as he was transferred to the person that bought him, seeing a small female form before him now.
Autumn huffed. “Fine. One day. You want anything, /anything/, you gotta ask for it, or get it yourself. After that there better be plans for the next week.” She came and knelt before him, putting a hand under his chin and lifting it, examining his face. “You better be worth all this effort is all I gotta say. You look like a waste of money to me.”
When she pulled his face up and told him he was a waste, he shut down. He just stared at her with dead sort of eyes and murmured a low, “Then sell me back.”
“Can’t. You’re already free. Won’t. Nobody goes back.” She rocked a step back and folded her arms. “Find your spirit.”
Derek was a little startled at the sudden hug and rush of emotion, though he caught her and tentatively patted her back soothingly, still a tad bit stunned at the force of her gratitude but glad he could help and make someone feel so thankful.
Summer took a handful of shredded cheese, meant for the eggs, and dumped it over Isaac’s head before darting out of reach. She liked the way teasing made her feel. Them picking on her, her teasing back, it felt right. The fact that it was three of them, that felt right too.
Isaac yelled out indignantly and pegged her in the butt with a sugar cube and Derek tried to call them to order but was chuckling too much so he just focused on the food instead, getting it all ready and serving it up to three big plates.
She shot after the sugar cube, mouth opening in a soundless yelp and came up ready to pike it right back at Isaac, scraping her hair out of her face with the other hand. Then she abandoned it, scrambling to sit down at the table as soon as she saw the plates in Derek’s hands. Hastily she pushed her hair back, arranging the robe and her face for innocence.
After all, Derek wouldn’t know she was kicking Isaac under the table.
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Derek snarled lowly but kept his head down as he was transferred to the person that bought him, seeing a small female form before him now.
“Spring can heal you. If you let her. That’s limited. What do you /want/?” she repeated. “Your future.”
They were all so pushy, and Derek was so tired. He just closed his eyes and exhaled, seeming to deflate. “I don’t know.”
Autumn huffed. “Fine. One day. You want anything, /anything/, you gotta ask for it, or get it yourself. After that there better be plans for the next week.” She came and knelt before him, putting a hand under his chin and lifting it, examining his face. “You better be worth all this effort is all I gotta say. You look like a waste of money to me.”
Derek was a little startled at the sudden hug and rush of emotion, though he caught her and tentatively patted her back soothingly, still a tad bit stunned at the force of her gratitude but glad he could help and make someone feel so thankful.
She refilled the mug, gulping the milk with evident enjoyment, and followed Derek around the kitchen. She watched him cook with curiosity, sniffing at everything and poking at ingredients. It felt vaguely familiar, but not enough. She frowned slightly, pushing at it, wishing for more memories.
Derek watched her poke around and walk practically on his heels. Isaac seemed to be enjoying himself as he woke up more. “Derek, you’ve got a little shadow,” he teased and Derek grinned. “Nothin’ wrong with tryin’ to get back into the swing of things.”
Summer took a handful of shredded cheese, meant for the eggs, and dumped it over Isaac’s head before darting out of reach. She liked the way teasing made her feel. Them picking on her, her teasing back, it felt right. The fact that it was three of them, that felt right too.
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Derek snarled lowly but kept his head down as he was transferred to the person that bought him, seeing a small female form before him now.
“You’ve enough spirit to snarl, but not take care of yourself.” Autumn leaned against the doorframe, watching him slump. “What do you want?”
“What do you mean take care of myself?” he asked. He leaned his head back against the wall and cocked it to the side. “I want my back to finish healing. It’ll do so soon enough.” He hadn’t talked about his back yet. But it was healing. Slowly. Wolfsbane whips. Didn’t leave any wolfsbane behind, but it prevented wolf healing speed normally. He wasn’t healing as slow as a human, but his healing there was extremely slowed down, almost going on 24 hours since the whipping he supposed. It was the only thing on his mind at the moment, the other ordeals compartmentalized away for now.
“Spring can heal you. If you let her. That’s limited. What do you /want/?” she repeated. “Your future.”
Derek was a little startled at the sudden hug and rush of emotion, though he caught her and tentatively patted her back soothingly, still a tad bit stunned at the force of her gratitude but glad he could help and make someone feel so thankful.
Summer emerged from her mug again to stick her tongue out at Isaac, before padding off, trailing robe hem, to find her pad and pencil. ‘what today? I don’t know what to do here’.
Derek read it as Isaac was still in his grumbly precoffee sleepy stupor. “Well, we’re just going to get something to eat. And then. I’m not really sure. We can go get you some things today.”
She refilled the mug, gulping the milk with evident enjoyment, and followed Derek around the kitchen. She watched him cook with curiosity, sniffing at everything and poking at ingredients. It felt vaguely familiar, but not enough. She frowned slightly, pushing at it, wishing for more memories.
Derek was a little startled at the sudden hug and rush of emotion, though he caught her and tentatively patted her back soothingly, still a tad bit stunned at the force of her gratitude but glad he could help and make someone feel so thankful.
Summer gave Derek the most sceptical expression she could muster and put up her hands, making pushing motions at the mug. It had been bitter and harsh and she felt like something had died in her mouth now. Acquiring another mug from the cabinet, she poked through the refrigerator, identifying a carton that looked promising — milk. After a long gulp to wash the taste of coffee out of her mouth, she looked up at Derek, licking at the milk mustache.
Derek just shrugged and poured her cup out, passing Isaac his. Isaac hummed at his coffee but then nearly choked on the second sip when he saw Summer’s milk mustache. Derek just laughed and kept moving around getting things ready to make food. “Well at least you’ve found something you like.”
Summer emerged from her mug again to stick her tongue out at Isaac, before padding off, trailing robe hem, to find her pad and pencil. ‘what today? I don’t know what to do here’.
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Derek snarled lowly but kept his head down as he was transferred to the person that bought him, seeing a small female form before him now.
“Most of us are desperate to be free. We seize it and run. Or beg.” She ran her fingers through her short hair.
“You’re passive.” It made it hard /not/ to treat him as a slave. Autumn figured he was testing them, waiting to see if they kept their word. Summer was afraid he was too broken to be saved. They had those sometimes.
It usually took Summer a week to recover from what she saw as failure.
“I’m observative,” he corrected. It wasn’t much of a correction. He took in what was happening, and if he didn’t see an opportunity he wanted to take, he would wait. That would give off the passive air.
“I get tired of running. I’ve been running. My whole life. Begging? Never got me anything. Got me tortured more often than not. No begging. Observing. Taking it in. Exploring for myself. And not approaching me with ‘You’re kinda free but you’re going to want to work for me, that or you get to go figure out how to live on your own after nearly 15 years in a slave market kay have fun’.” He had sunk down slowly against the wall until he was sitting, legs straight out in front of him. This day, as short as it had been, had already taken it all out of him.
“You’ve enough spirit to snarl, but not take care of yourself.” Autumn leaned against the doorframe, watching him slump. “What do you want?”
Derek was a little startled at the sudden hug and rush of emotion, though he caught her and tentatively patted her back soothingly, still a tad bit stunned at the force of her gratitude but glad he could help and make someone feel so thankful.
She frowned, unsure. She couldn’t remember if she liked coffee or not. Taking the mug from him, she peered into it, shrugging helplessly. She paid careful attention to how he made the coffee, handing the mug back. It smelled good, anyway. She stole the mug again after he filled it, and Isaac appeared, sleep-tousled, just in time to see her make a face and shove the mug at Derek.
Derek prepared it how he liked his, which didn’t take much preparation. He drank his black with spoonsful of sugar. Probably too much sugar, but it’s how he liked it. He handed her mug back over and laughed boisterously as she nearly spit it out. “W’as s’funny?” Isaac asked in a sleep thick voice as he came in rubbing his eyes. “Summer decided she wanted to try coffee black. How about another go with sugar and creamer? It might be better to you,” he offered, pouring Isaac’s mug and cream and sugaring it how he liked.
Summer gave Derek the most sceptical expression she could muster and put up her hands, making pushing motions at the mug. It had been bitter and harsh and she felt like something had died in her mouth now. Acquiring another mug from the cabinet, she poked through the refrigerator, identifying a carton that looked promising — milk. After a long gulp to wash the taste of coffee out of her mouth, she looked up at Derek, licking at the milk mustache.