“The Winter … ” she repeated slowly. “Oh! Oh, of course. Yes, I’d love to go with you.” She grinned at him. “I was worried it was something awful, Isaac!”
His entire face lit up with a blinding smile. “Really? And…it could be something awful — we have to dress up and go dancing,” he pouted then and folded his arms across his chest.
“I like dressing up! Besides, I didn’t really get to go to a lot of dances when I was your age. It’ll be fun, Isaac! Dancing isn’t hard.” Leaning over the arm of the couch, she reached out a hand to him. “You worry too much!”
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.
Send “Auction” for your muse buying mine as their slave
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.”
“Oh, no, of course not. I forgot. You don’t actually care about anyone.”
“What is this about? I never said that.”
“Oh, you very much did. Something about, effectively, the needs of the many outweighing the needs of the few or something. Basically, you only give a damn about humanity as a whole, not any personal elements of it.”
he’s stressed out, and it’s obvious. he only does that thing with his fingers when he’s s t r e s s e d. loud SNAPS of fingers and CRACKS of knuckles echo through the room as he paces the room. his footsteps are even, but his heart rate is not… IF they can hear that it’s not obvious, because nobody seems to stop him from his nervous antics. but, that BACK and FORTHpattern of footsteps and fingers should be annoying someone, right??
“Can you stop that already? I’m trying to study here, and you’re making it really hard.” As if the frustrations rattling in his head weren’t bad enough, he has to express them physically? With a huff, she closes the book over her pencil and half-turns in her chair to stare at him. “You want to tell me what’s wrong, or are you just going to drive me up the wall til one of us snaps?”