Jason stands in the middle of his room, looking at his closet, very upset. "What was I thinking to wear this crap? And this room. I need a manservant."
"Oh really? A proper affair? Oh, do forgive me good sir for not knowing my place. As it was, I was barely concious at dawn, as I spent all night watching over.. oh yeah. You."
Shifting, tossing the pillow aside as he shifted to sit up, bracing his back against the headboard once more. Dark eyes sweeping over the wolf's attire with a rather hungry look.
"Well, don't you look delicious. All dressed up like a grown up boy."
Watching Jason stride from the room, smirk fading into nothingness.
"Fuck this."
Slipping from the bed, gathering up his leather slacks and yanking them on. Barely doing up the buttons, just enough to keep them on his hips as he tosses aside the covers, digging his boots out from under the bed. Dropping down onto the mattress to tug them on.
"Goddamn fucking mutts and their fucking mood swings. Worse than goddamn women."
"Oookay. Yeah. Should I start with do you know what year it is? Who the president is?"
Tugging on the boot, leaving it unlaced as he crossed to Jason, kneeling down before him.
"When was Greg here? Pup? I woke up and you played fucking Suit with me, basically told yer booty call to get the fuck out and then went out to get a drink."
Sighing, spine stiffening as he wrapped his arms around Jason.
"Who's Hermes and what does that have to do with you, pup?"
Pulling back slightly, looking into his eyes.
"Why, Jason? Why did you let it get this bad? It's.. It's not like you said my counterparts did, is it? You ain't trying to off yerself without doing it, are you?
"Well, some fucker, even a goddamn god, is pulling this shit with you now? I'll be damn well smited tellin' him just how I feel."
No anger, just that gruff, steady voice.
"Fighting what, pup? And... and you are the only one keepin' yerself alone. No, you might not have this Wanda babe but I'm bettin' there are dozens that would give their right arm to cuddle you with their left."
"Not buyin' that story, pup. Not after last night."
Head canting, looking closely at his chest, at what remains of those wounds that should have been gone days ago.
"Wolves don't PMS. And you don't usually play lone wolf either. Jason? Fine. Save yerself for this babe. Yer call. Yer love. Whatever. But get yerself a fucking pack."
"I am special. You just have to learn to realize that."
Yet even as he still teases, Gabriel guides him to the bed, helping him down onto it.
"It's going to be slow, pup. First thing you have to accept. Two? You need pack. Find one. Make one. Fake one. You can't do it alone, kid. Accept that."
Dropping down beside him, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees.
"Either literally. Like what I've been talkin' about with Scud and Leela or... Like I said. Fake it. Pard is about the connection. Sure, ya need others with a beast. One to touch yers. But you... You don't need all shifters, Jason."
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Date: 18 Jun 2005 23:03 (UTC)Shifting, tossing the pillow aside as he shifted to sit up, bracing his back against the headboard once more. Dark eyes sweeping over the wolf's attire with a rather hungry look.
"Well, don't you look delicious. All dressed up like a grown up boy."
The last accompanied by a roll of eyes as he
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Date: 18 Jun 2005 23:04 (UTC)no subject
Date: 18 Jun 2005 23:19 (UTC)He walks out into living room.
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Date: 18 Jun 2005 23:22 (UTC)"Fuck this."
Slipping from the bed, gathering up his leather slacks and yanking them on. Barely doing up the buttons, just enough to keep them on his hips as he tosses aside the covers, digging his boots out from under the bed. Dropping down onto the mattress to tug them on.
"Goddamn fucking mutts and their fucking mood swings. Worse than goddamn women."
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Date: 18 Jun 2005 23:35 (UTC)no subject
Date: 18 Jun 2005 23:39 (UTC)Head raising slowly, arching a brow at Jason.
"Uhmm, because you think yer a Ken doll? Why the fuck would I know? I'm getting the fuck out. Like a proper affair, remember?"
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Date: 18 Jun 2005 23:42 (UTC)He looks at Gabriel. "You're leaving?"
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Date: 18 Jun 2005 23:45 (UTC)Tugging on the boot, leaving it unlaced as he crossed to Jason, kneeling down before him.
"When was Greg here? Pup? I woke up and you played fucking Suit with me, basically told yer booty call to get the fuck out and then went out to get a drink."
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Date: 18 Jun 2005 23:49 (UTC)He stands and starts taking the suit off. "Sorry, I need to get out of this shit."
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Date: 18 Jun 2005 23:51 (UTC)"How long has this been going on, pup? The memory lapses? This new or been going on since...."
Letting it fall, his talk with Nathaniel still fresh in his mind.
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Date: 18 Jun 2005 23:55 (UTC)He shrugs off the suit jacket and leans against Gabriel. "Fuck, that shit took a lot out of me."
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Date: 18 Jun 2005 23:58 (UTC)"Who's Hermes and what does that have to do with you, pup?"
Pulling back slightly, looking into his eyes.
"Why, Jason? Why did you let it get this bad? It's.. It's not like you said my counterparts did, is it? You ain't trying to off yerself without doing it, are you?
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Date: 19 Jun 2005 00:02 (UTC)He looks down at the floor. "I'm not, not really. Just tired of fighting, tired of being alone."
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Date: 19 Jun 2005 00:04 (UTC)No anger, just that gruff, steady voice.
"Fighting what, pup? And... and you are the only one keepin' yerself alone. No, you might not have this Wanda babe but I'm bettin' there are dozens that would give their right arm to cuddle you with their left."
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Date: 19 Jun 2005 00:09 (UTC)"I know, it's just... I'm being whiny and tempermental. It's just the coming full moon, that's all."
He gives Gabriel a forced smile. "I'll be fine. Really."
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Date: 19 Jun 2005 00:12 (UTC)Head canting, looking closely at his chest, at what remains of those wounds that should have been gone days ago.
"Wolves don't PMS. And you don't usually play lone wolf either. Jason? Fine. Save yerself for this babe. Yer call. Yer love. Whatever. But get yerself a fucking pack."
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Date: 19 Jun 2005 00:16 (UTC)He leans against Gabriel again, closing his eyes. "Got any ideas?"
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Date: 19 Jun 2005 00:18 (UTC)"Start yer own? Go ask in the Nexus? I don't know packs, pup. I could point you to a dozen pards but... you'd start chasing tail and...'
Trying to laugh, reaching down to lightly slap the wolf's ass.
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Date: 19 Jun 2005 00:22 (UTC)Pinches Gabriel in retaliation for the slap.
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Date: 19 Jun 2005 00:23 (UTC)"Would to. Course, I mean literally. Damn mutts."
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Date: 19 Jun 2005 00:29 (UTC)"Would not. Damn cats thinking you're so special."
He blinks a few times. "Okay, need to sit down now."
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Date: 19 Jun 2005 00:32 (UTC)Yet even as he still teases, Gabriel guides him to the bed, helping him down onto it.
"It's going to be slow, pup. First thing you have to accept. Two? You need pack. Find one. Make one. Fake one. You can't do it alone, kid. Accept that."
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Date: 19 Jun 2005 00:40 (UTC)no subject
Date: 19 Jun 2005 00:43 (UTC)"Either literally. Like what I've been talkin' about with Scud and Leela or... Like I said. Fake it. Pard is about the connection. Sure, ya need others with a beast. One to touch yers. But you... You don't need all shifters, Jason."
Falling silent a like moment.
"And they don't all have to be wolves."
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Date: 19 Jun 2005 00:49 (UTC)(no subject)
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