ripyourthroatoutwithmyteeth:

iamthefirechild:

ripyourthroatoutwithmyteeth:

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.

The boy pulled her up so easily, even before standing up. She couldn’t decide how that made her feel. Neither one really seemed like they would hurt her, not on purpose, but even with her gift trusting was hard. Summer chewed on her lip and went down the stairs before Isaac, eyeing Derek a little sideways. Her stomach growled again, and she wrapped her arms around her middle, flushing.

Derek stood as he heard them coming down the stairs, catching Summer side eyes him. He just smiled at Isaac who returned it and then at her. “Come on Summer, let’s get you some real food. Come help me pick what to cook,” he said, motioning both of them behind him toward the kitchen.

She padded in, pausing in the doorway before going round the whole room, peering at everything on the counters and all the cabinets. She lingered before the refrigerator, inspecting what was on it. Then she started to open /everything/. She didn’t leave anything open, but she looked at it all.

It was a strange feeling — she knew the names of almost everything she found, but there was no personal context to any of it. She couldn’t remember tastes, wasn’t sure what she liked or didn’t like, but she knew that macaroni usually had cheese sauce and carrots could be eaten raw or cooked. After a little while she was reduced to staring at the boxes and cans blindly, frowning and feeling twisted up wrong.

ripyourthroatoutwithmyteeth:

iamthefirechild:

ripyourthroatoutwithmyteeth:

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.

Pressing her lips together, she nodded a little. She didn’t understand these people, but they were so determined. Maybe it was something to do with being werewolves? But Derek had said there were more than wolves in their pack — which also didn’t make sense.

She just really didn’t want to push herself where she wasn’t wanted. She huffed a little sigh, and then her stomach growled.

Loudly.

She buried her face against his knee and tried not to combust from embarrassment.

Isaac relaxed at the nod though she looked determined that it wouldn’t work. He knew she’d see. Derek had been listening from downstairs and grinned as he heard Isaac talking to her. When he heard Summer’s stomach growl, he grinned wider and heard Isaac chuckle. “Come on then,” Isaac said to her, gently taking her waist and standing her up straight before him, then getting up himself. “Let’s go coerce Derek into cooking dinner for us, he’s actually a wonderful cook, don’t ever let him tell you different,” he said, and stepped to the side so she could go out first. 

The boy pulled her up so easily, even before standing up. She couldn’t decide how that made her feel. Neither one really seemed like they would hurt her, not on purpose, but even with her gift trusting was hard. Summer chewed on her lip and went down the stairs before Isaac, eyeing Derek a little sideways. Her stomach growled again, and she wrapped her arms around her middle, flushing.

ripyourthroatoutwithmyteeth:

iamthefirechild:

ripyourthroatoutwithmyteeth:

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.

He meant what he said, of that she was sure. But how could he say that, when she hadn’t even been here a whole day? It didn’t make sense. 

But he was clearly going to sit there until she responded somehow. So she crept out of the corner, avoiding her hair carefully, and put her head on his knee.

Isaac remained sitting as she stayed silent. But then he heard her move. And then she crawled out from around the couch and up to him. He stayed still as she laid her head on his knee, a smile pulling up his lips. Gently, he raised a hand and stroked her hair softly. “I’ll take that as an ‘I’ll let you try’?” he asked, smiling down at her head.

Pressing her lips together, she nodded a little. She didn’t understand these people, but they were so determined. Maybe it was something to do with being werewolves? But Derek had said there were more than wolves in their pack — which also didn’t make sense.

She just really didn’t want to push herself where she wasn’t wanted. She huffed a little sigh, and then her stomach growled.

Loudly.

She buried her face against his knee and tried not to combust from embarrassment.

ripyourthroatoutwithmyteeth:

iamthefirechild:

ripyourthroatoutwithmyteeth:

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 stared at him with wide eyes, arms wrapped tight about her knees and shoulders hunched. Why was it Isaac? Mutinously, she tried to withdraw further. She couldn’t even talk to him anyway; there was no paper, nor pen.

Isaac just took another step into the room, left the door open but himself sitting in the most direct path, and folded himself into a lanky indian style of tall limbs on the floor, seeming smaller himself. “You’re probably wondering why I came up here. I just… I know what it’s like to not feel like a part of anywhere, like you don’t belong where you are. But we won’t make you feel like that if you let us. Derek’s helped me so much. He’ll help you too. You don’t have to feel out of place with us.” He spoke softly to her, calmly, and then just waited.

He meant what he said, of that she was sure. But how could he say that, when she hadn’t even been here a whole day? It didn’t make sense. 

But he was clearly going to sit there until she responded somehow. So she crept out of the corner, avoiding her hair carefully, and put her head on his knee.

ripyourthroatoutwithmyteeth:

iamthefirechild:

ripyourthroatoutwithmyteeth:

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.

Why she’d run upstairs instead of out the door, she wasn’t sure. Going into the little room with the books, she found a corner behind the couch and burrowed into it. 

Derek let Isaac, he was already up and off the couch anyway, so as Isaac walked slowly up the stairs he just settled back on the couch, keeping ears out for them. 

Isaac crept down the hall slowly and scented her out gently, finding her in Derek’s office-library thing. “Hey,” he said softly to the room, just standing in the doorway.

She stared at him with wide eyes, arms wrapped tight about her knees and shoulders hunched. Why was it Isaac? Mutinously, she tried to withdraw further. She couldn’t even talk to him anyway; there was no paper, nor pen.

ripyourthroatoutwithmyteeth:

iamthefirechild:

ripyourthroatoutwithmyteeth:

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.

Breathing sharply, she clutched the pen more tightly and wrote Derek’s name, and Isaac’s, close together. Putting a circle around them, she put her name as far away on the page as she could. With their names she put ‘pack’, and added ‘not pack’ to hers. Then she shoved it at him and bolted for the stairs.

Derek had the paper shoved at him and then her little body was running up the stairs, hair whipping behind her. He looked down at it and then at Isaac. Isaac took the paper gently and looked at it, frowning softly. He knew what it was like to feel on the outside like that. “Maybe I should try talking to her,” he asked Derek in a soft voice, eyes slowly turning to look up the stairs.

Why she’d run upstairs instead of out the door, she wasn’t sure. Going into the little room with the books, she found a corner behind the couch and burrowed into it.