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.
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.
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.
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’.
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.
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.
It felt like she struggled out of sleep this time, and she opened her eyes to see Derek leaving the room. There was a weight at her back suggesting Isaac was still asleep. Summer blinked drowsily and swam to the edge of the bed, padding after Derek to perch in the kitchen. The too-big robe dragged around her feet.
Derek had woken with a rumbling stomach and slipped out of bed. He heard Summer behind him as he went down the stairs to start coffee. Isaac wouldn’t be far behind and he grinned. Isaac was always hungry when he woke up too. “You want a cup of coffee?” Derek asked as he was getting his mug, turning to look at her in the comically big robe.
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.
‘it did help. when you pushed me away it felt like distrust. how can you keep me safe if you don’t trust me?’ Slowly, so he could see every motion, she reached up and pushed her fingers against his frown, trying to smooth it away.
“You learn how to trust, it doesn’t just come overnight. I keep people I don’t even like safe and I don’t trust them, but I do it because I don’t want to see anyone else die.” He raised a brow at the feel of her fingers. “What are you doing?”
‘no frown’ She pulled her hand away, tilting her head. ‘I trusted you right away. who died?’ He was just so confusing; it made her head hurt. She marked out the last sentence, not liking what she felt from him. ‘how will you keep me safe?’ she put instead.
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.
Sulking quickly gave way to utter hedonism again in Derek’s bathtub. When she came back out, wrapped up in Derek’s bathrobe (which was hilariously too big for her), with little damp wisps of hair straggling around her face, and discovered them asleep again, she shrugged and crawled back into the bed, insinuating herself between them.
The two always curled together snugly when they slept in the same bed so it was bit tighter of a fit for Summer this time, accompanied with grumbling and low sleepy half aborted growls. They eventually settled again, both wrapped around her and then each other by extension.
It felt like she struggled out of sleep this time, and she opened her eyes to see Derek leaving the room. There was a weight at her back suggesting Isaac was still asleep. Summer blinked drowsily and swam to the edge of the bed, padding after Derek to perch in the kitchen. The too-big robe dragged around her feet.
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.
Turning on her heel, Summer stamped off to take over Derek’s bathroom. She was just annoyed enough not to care that she had nothing to put on afterward, and made a valiant attempt at using up all the hot water, too.
Derek just sighed. He could feel her annoyance. He didn’t know what to do about it though. While she seemed to have a personal vendetta against the bathroom, Derek just curled back up with Isaac, settling in and drifting back to sleep with him.
Sulking quickly gave way to utter hedonism again in Derek’s bathtub. When she came back out, wrapped up in Derek’s bathrobe (which was hilariously too big for her), with little damp wisps of hair straggling around her face, and discovered them asleep again, she shrugged and crawled back into the bed, insinuating herself between them.