Where words fail, music speaks.
ALIAS
King
CLASSIFICATION
Shifter
POWER
"Panthera Leo Atrox" - Prehistoric Lion
AGE
31
Civilian
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Jul 21, 2021 20:07:11 GMT
Post by Alistair Lane on Jul 21, 2021 20:07:11 GMT
[attr="class","ohlove"] [attr="class","lacking"] [attr="class","eyes"] ✎ tag: CBE-177/"Anna" ※ wearing: Some a'dem plain, black shorts. ✉ notes: Sleepy boi, hungry boi. both were silent. the air in my lungs, my hands on the keys. Anna's eyes may have been flailing about, cheeks red with embarrassment and uncertainty, but Alistair didn't seem to notice. Or move. At all. Even as she pulled the sheet closer to herself and got up out of the bed to search through his drawers, he remained where he was with eyes peacefully shut. His blood sugar (in what blood was left) and iron were horribly low. The booster shot solved the immediate problem, but it'd been hours since then and he'd had nothing to eat in the meantime. It was something he found he always needed after shifting back; immense amounts of protein.
It was a rather comedic image, the small woman standing there with very disgruntled crossed arms staring at the pathetically limp large man sleeping sitting up against the bed. It wasn't until he was being pulled up into the air that he came-to, slowly and rather weakly rolling his head and arms about as she barely fit him through the width of the hall towards the kitchen. "Uhm- woah, woah, how- ahhhh??"
-FRMP- He found himself dropped into one of the chairs at the small dining table, heavy head flopping against his shoulder off to the side and arms drooped on top of his lap. It was all he could do to thin his eyes and read the all-caps note. "Oh." How did she know? That was convenient. Had she already taken a peek in his fridge? That was sure to give it away... stacks upon stacks of ground meat and steak cuts lined nearly one entire half of his fridge. Eggs, juices, milk. One could swear a bodybuilder and their pet bear lived here. "Yeah. Thanks. And whatever you want too. All yours." His sleepy weight leaned him forward, torso curling and arms lifting to fold on the table where he rested his head.
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Where words fail, music speaks.
ALIAS
King
CLASSIFICATION
Shifter
POWER
"Panthera Leo Atrox" - Prehistoric Lion
AGE
31
Civilian
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Jul 21, 2021 19:36:13 GMT
Post by Alistair Lane on Jul 21, 2021 19:36:13 GMT
[attr="class","ohlove"] both were silent. the air in my lungs, my hands on the keys. Her change was practically immediately noticeable. They'd gotten into a somewhat comfortable rhythm and had started talking openly; two strangers in an unfamiliar room. He was making a connection. Now, it seemed she was keen to cut it, having judged his answer much more harshly than he would've imagined one might. "Is that bad?" he wished he could've shoved his foot in his mouth before the words escaped, but they were out there. He already knew the answer - obvious from her posture - and had no idea why he'd asked it aloud.
It took a second of watching her fumble to figure out a way to bail before he realized that the connection he'd made had been built entirely upon trust; a trust he'd lied himself out of. To her, he wasn't something she could relate to. All that work for nothing. How hypocritical of him to hide his truth for fear of repercussion and judgement while he preached so much of the opposite to this young soul he'd only just met. What kind of a teacher could he possibly be when he lied through his teeth? To them, to himself?
Spineless.
Coward.
"Well uh… I'm gonna go… Good luck with the job I guess?" As she took a step back, he swore her words alone had made the air heavier and brought a lump in his throat. It was a heavy and uncomfortable guilt. "I can't take it," he spoke after her, shaking his head and lifting a hand to rub a long and slow ways down his face before it dropped to his lap and left a half-hysterical and half-sorrowed expression. A humorless chuckle left him and then a heavy sigh. "Not after uh-, after this," the same hand motioned between them, loosely flopping to point to the connection between Melody and himself. "Guess I'm not ready. Think that's the issue," he admitted to himself aloud, lips pressing together and nodding once or twice before turning his head to look over at her while his hands found themselves between his knees, flat and rubbing nervous palms together.
"I lied."
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Where words fail, music speaks.
ALIAS
King
CLASSIFICATION
Shifter
POWER
"Panthera Leo Atrox" - Prehistoric Lion
AGE
31
Civilian
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Jun 10, 2021 17:29:51 GMT
Post by Alistair Lane on Jun 10, 2021 17:29:51 GMT
[attr="class","ohlove"] [attr="class","lacking"] [attr="class","eyes"] ✎ tag: CBE-177/"Anna" ※ wearing: some a'dem plain, black shorts. ✉ notes: A THING. A CUTE THING. both were silent. the air in my lungs, my hands on the keys. Before she'd fully released his flesh, his hands had begun to slide from the sides of her head, fingers falling between thick strands and loosely combing on their way down until his arms dropped heavily back down to his sides. She'd be thankful, if she would've known, that all during her scrambling and covering Alistair had been too hazy to focus on her. On remotely anything, really. His eyes were open but blurred and his breathing remained drawn out and slow as if he'd fallen back asleep.
Slowly but surely, his vision started to somewhat clear and his honing focus improved. Thankfully, he was a very large man with plenty of blood to spare, though it did no favors to his already-exhausted state. Like her, he needed to eat. A lot. Thoughts of the previous night or even her recent 'assault' weren't what his mind had gone to, but rather the simple fact that she'd woken up. "M'glad you're okay," he spoke, voice tired but heartfelt. "Or... not 'okay'. Maybe that's not the right word-," he shut his eyes and forced his lips flat together, an obvious 'please shut up' moment to himself playing in his head.
"I, ah," sometime between the last time he spoke and now, his right arm had lifted at his side and rested on the mattress behind him, hand nearby and beside where she sat furiously covered in the sheet. It'd been subconscious and he truthfully hadn't noticed, even now. "Don't have any-..." clothes for women. "You can take anything in the dresser," his unmarred shoulder gave a little shrug, head falling back against the bed with eyes shut and a deep, cleansing sigh.
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