Post by Deleted on Jun 27, 2018 20:21:55 GMT
((Takes place during a full moon around the summer months of 2013. Tags: Cailean Alistair Rose))
Deimos tossed his bag onto the bed. Finally. Classes were done. He didn’t even know why he bothered going, it wasn’t like he paid attention enough to learn anything. He supposed he hoped attendance counted for something. He plopped down on the bed face first, tired and sore. Which reminded him, he needed to pick up his pain meds from the infirmary, they’d finally be available for him despite having finished the last bottle over a week ago.
He eventually turned his head, surprised to see Cailean there. His own pain was magnified because the full moon was that night so…
He shot up, looking at his roommate. “Shouldn’t you be… literally anywhere else?”
Cailean muttered something and turned away. Deimos crawled further onto his bed, pulling his legs up to his chest and watching his roommate. If Cailean wasn’t going to leave, then reason told him he should leave, but his body was protesting so much as breathing and he wasn’t up for anymore walking around. If this was how he died, then so be it.
Deimos never really knew what triggered the werewolf transformation when they lived on a continent with six-plus months of no sun, but since he never transformed he didn’t really care. Still, despite the moon being out and going through phases it would make sense if the weres of the school were as such for days at a time, not just the so-called nights. Despite this, Cailean tended to be gone for the entirety of the time it was a full moon.
Cailean turned back around, his face looking pained. He glanced up to Deimos, speaking slowly and through gritted teeth that made it hard to understand him. “Shouldnae you be ------- any----- ----?”
“I can’t move.” Deimos said simply. He was being a little dramatic, but he didn’t feel like explaining chronic pain. He also felt like he didn’t have to explain it to a werewolf.
Cailean muttered more things Deimos couldn’t catch and seemed rather irritated about something or other, occasionally giving him unreadable glances. “Are ye stupid? You ----- lea--!” Cailean eventually yelled at him.
“It’s not like you biting me would do anything.” Deimos said calmly.
“--cept may-- kill ye.”
Deimos shrugged.
Cailean seemed to be swearing, but Deimos couldn’t tell if it was directed at him or in general. He got his answer as the transformation began, and he saw Cailean screaming until there was a wolf in his place.
“Holy shit…” Deimos muttered. He unfurled his legs and crawled to the edge of his bed. “Are you okay, man?” He asked, though he didn’t know what he expected, it wasn’t like the wolf could answer him, and even if he did theoretically understand wolves, he sure as hell couldn’t read their lips.
He got down onto the ground in front of Cai. He’d actually never seen a wolf in real life, it was a bit surreal. He hesitated for a moment before placing a hand on top of his head. He had no idea how to comfort people, let alone wolves, and especially not werewolves. He moved so he was sitting more comfortably, then moved to place Cailean’s head in his lap, but jerked his hand back as the wolf snapped at him. “Malaka,” He hissed at his roommate, holding his hand gingerly. Just a minor bite. “I’m trying to help damn it.”
His expression softened as Cailean’s demeanor changed, his tail tucking close to him and the wolf curled up into a tight ball. He tried again, his roommate letting his head be led into Deimos’ lap this time. Deimos occasionally muttered a simple “it’s okay,” but mostly sat in silence. This was shaping up to be a pretty unusual full moon experience, but somehow it didn’t really bother him.
Deimos wasn’t really sure when he had fallen asleep, but he knew Cailean woke him up with a swift but soft kick to the side. Deimos looked up at him and glared. “The hell? I didn’t think transformations hurt that much. Why are you glaring?”
“You’ll speak to no one about this, you understand?” Cailean told him. He was obviously growling it, but he also made sure his lips were clear and readable.
Deimos nodded slowly. “Yeah, whatever. It won’t get out.” He looked away, muttering under his breath, “Who the fuck would I even tell?”
Cailean snapped his fingers in Deimos’ view to get his attention, and Deimos was surprised at the 180 his roommate had seemed to make, his face much softer now. “If ye must know, fer folk willin' tae transf'rm, it still hurts but nae as much. Afair comin' tae th' skale, Ah biddin in mah wolf f'rm fur two years. I’m sick ay it. Ah only transf'rm ance a month it ay force.” He looked straight into Deimos’ eyes, causing the hybrid’s breath to hitch. “Thenk ye fur comfortin' me, but serioosly, ye teel nae a body.”
Deimos shrugged, a hand on his chest as he tried to casually pretend his heart wasn’t beating faster by that gaze. “I… I barely speak as it is so my lips are sealed.” He promised his roommate, motioning zippering his lips.
“Thank you.”
Deimos tossed his bag onto the bed. Finally. Classes were done. He didn’t even know why he bothered going, it wasn’t like he paid attention enough to learn anything. He supposed he hoped attendance counted for something. He plopped down on the bed face first, tired and sore. Which reminded him, he needed to pick up his pain meds from the infirmary, they’d finally be available for him despite having finished the last bottle over a week ago.
He eventually turned his head, surprised to see Cailean there. His own pain was magnified because the full moon was that night so…
He shot up, looking at his roommate. “Shouldn’t you be… literally anywhere else?”
Cailean muttered something and turned away. Deimos crawled further onto his bed, pulling his legs up to his chest and watching his roommate. If Cailean wasn’t going to leave, then reason told him he should leave, but his body was protesting so much as breathing and he wasn’t up for anymore walking around. If this was how he died, then so be it.
Deimos never really knew what triggered the werewolf transformation when they lived on a continent with six-plus months of no sun, but since he never transformed he didn’t really care. Still, despite the moon being out and going through phases it would make sense if the weres of the school were as such for days at a time, not just the so-called nights. Despite this, Cailean tended to be gone for the entirety of the time it was a full moon.
Cailean turned back around, his face looking pained. He glanced up to Deimos, speaking slowly and through gritted teeth that made it hard to understand him. “Shouldnae you be ------- any----- ----?”
“I can’t move.” Deimos said simply. He was being a little dramatic, but he didn’t feel like explaining chronic pain. He also felt like he didn’t have to explain it to a werewolf.
Cailean muttered more things Deimos couldn’t catch and seemed rather irritated about something or other, occasionally giving him unreadable glances. “Are ye stupid? You ----- lea--!” Cailean eventually yelled at him.
“It’s not like you biting me would do anything.” Deimos said calmly.
“--cept may-- kill ye.”
Deimos shrugged.
Cailean seemed to be swearing, but Deimos couldn’t tell if it was directed at him or in general. He got his answer as the transformation began, and he saw Cailean screaming until there was a wolf in his place.
“Holy shit…” Deimos muttered. He unfurled his legs and crawled to the edge of his bed. “Are you okay, man?” He asked, though he didn’t know what he expected, it wasn’t like the wolf could answer him, and even if he did theoretically understand wolves, he sure as hell couldn’t read their lips.
He got down onto the ground in front of Cai. He’d actually never seen a wolf in real life, it was a bit surreal. He hesitated for a moment before placing a hand on top of his head. He had no idea how to comfort people, let alone wolves, and especially not werewolves. He moved so he was sitting more comfortably, then moved to place Cailean’s head in his lap, but jerked his hand back as the wolf snapped at him. “Malaka,” He hissed at his roommate, holding his hand gingerly. Just a minor bite. “I’m trying to help damn it.”
His expression softened as Cailean’s demeanor changed, his tail tucking close to him and the wolf curled up into a tight ball. He tried again, his roommate letting his head be led into Deimos’ lap this time. Deimos occasionally muttered a simple “it’s okay,” but mostly sat in silence. This was shaping up to be a pretty unusual full moon experience, but somehow it didn’t really bother him.
Deimos wasn’t really sure when he had fallen asleep, but he knew Cailean woke him up with a swift but soft kick to the side. Deimos looked up at him and glared. “The hell? I didn’t think transformations hurt that much. Why are you glaring?”
“You’ll speak to no one about this, you understand?” Cailean told him. He was obviously growling it, but he also made sure his lips were clear and readable.
Deimos nodded slowly. “Yeah, whatever. It won’t get out.” He looked away, muttering under his breath, “Who the fuck would I even tell?”
Cailean snapped his fingers in Deimos’ view to get his attention, and Deimos was surprised at the 180 his roommate had seemed to make, his face much softer now. “If ye must know, fer folk willin' tae transf'rm, it still hurts but nae as much. Afair comin' tae th' skale, Ah biddin in mah wolf f'rm fur two years. I’m sick ay it. Ah only transf'rm ance a month it ay force.” He looked straight into Deimos’ eyes, causing the hybrid’s breath to hitch. “Thenk ye fur comfortin' me, but serioosly, ye teel nae a body.”
Deimos shrugged, a hand on his chest as he tried to casually pretend his heart wasn’t beating faster by that gaze. “I… I barely speak as it is so my lips are sealed.” He promised his roommate, motioning zippering his lips.
“Thank you.”
