Should I actually do this (let’s be honest, you all know me well enough by now, it’s a coin toss if I actually get it done or not) I’ll probably update from this blog since I don’t keep a personal. Or do you think I should make a separate blog for it?
Anyway, I have a feeling no one will want to tie themselves to me with this, so I will keep you posted on developments. I may actually do polls on what kind of fic I should do at a time since I have a lot I would like to do. You guys have to do the polls, okay? Because it’s fun and you love me, right?
Fenrir had been gone for longer than she had cared to keep count. Instead she had moved forward as she had to to keep those she ruled safe. The momentary gentility he had seen was hidden away after he left. It was the only way to not break. To keep stability at the heart of her Queendom. Shutting off was easier than feeling.
He’d returned about an hour before dawn and the shape he was in had told the tale of where he had gone. Now she was pacing a hole into the floor of her bedroom as the sounds of the shower filled the empty air. She froze, the sound of the water cutting off, the gentle rush of terry cloth being pulled from the bar on the wall. She wasn’t sure how to do this… How to help someone anymore. Pale blue gaze studied as he made his way from the shower to the bed that sat between the two of them, his back turned to her. In the warm glow of the lamps she could see the purple and blue welts that decorated his skin. The redhead moved forward silently, easing up onto the bed to kneel behind him. Tentative lips brushed whispered kisses against each of the marks that broke her heart. Her forehead came to rest along the curve of his shoulder, “I’m glad you came back.”
He could pretend it was an accident, but he would be lying if he said he hadn’t been looking for trouble. Fenrir Greyback was a man destined for trouble. It was perhaps the only compatible force to his entire being and nature. He moved around Jessica’s place as if he’d been there for years instead of recently showing up at her door for a surprise visit. With no desire or reason to complain about the reception—no complaints at all—he quickly molded into her new life as a fly would to the wall. He stayed out of the way and let her do her queen thing, waiting for his own time in the night they could see one another.
Fenrir could hear her in the other room from underneath the spray of the showerhead. The steam clouded the bathroom, and he inhaled it in, cleansing himself fully of the night’s prior activities. The soreness and ache was nothing to him. What were a few bruises and scratches to a werewolf like him? Wrapping a towel around his hips and shutting off the water, he made his way through to the bedroom without glancing her way. She was worried over something. He assumed it was to do with her own business, so he sat hunched over on the bed, running his fingers through his hair, combing the wetness away with is hand. The wolf had to hand it to her, he barely felt the bed move. He was almost startled when he felt her velvet soft lips drag along his skin. His eyes fell half closed at the erotic pleasure that rushed through him at the subtle attention she offered. Turning his head, he met her sorrowful, wide eyes and frowned at what he saw. Greyback reached around and cradled her face in his hand. Unsatisfied, he turned his body and held her face in both, thumbs grazing at her cheeks and tracing the corners of her mouth and down along her chin. “I missed you.” As if to ruin a potentially tender moment, a cocky smile fell into place over his lips.
“I will believe what I want, thank you very much! I’ll believe that Harry, Ron, Neville and everyone else I love are just fine. And I have to get back to them.”
But as she tried to get up, his grip on her ankle kept her down, and she narrowed her eyes at him.
Though she couldn’t blame him for not trusting her with a wand, she did find it hard to believe his story. Not for lack of logic; but simply for what it meant, what Greyback himself began to spill out that it meant. What about her friends? What about her parents?
Her eyes narrowed, as he spat those words. Of course, so used to it by now, she assumed he meant her, and opened her mouth to retort. But no words came out.
Her eyes softened, almost, into empathy that surprised even herself.
“You’re talking about yourself, aren’t you…? He sent you away? But you were loyal to him?”
Greyback snorted under his breath and continued to shuffle around the kindled embers of the campfire. Let her have her pitiful delusions of what was left behind. There wasn’t any turning back to find out for sure. He would make sure of that.
The sense of loss she could be feeling held no meaning for him. It had been many years since he had experienced such a thing. And it was likely he never would.
Sensing her indignation flare up, his slide his gaze sideways to watch her. But then her face changed drastically.
Her eyes held something else. Pity? Definitely confusion. She was caught off-guard, but by what? Everyone with half a brain in their head knew the Dark Lord loathed anything he deemed weakness.
Mixture of magical blood.
Beasts with features and qualities of men.
Basically anything that had evolved over a period of time and improved itself with advancement.
Fenrir shielded his direct stare with a barbed curl to his features.
”As loyal as a good dog to his master? Oh, yes. Yes.” He sniffed.
”For the brightest witch of your age, you’re surprisingly dim. He was a means to an end. And I to him. Once the war was won, what good was a mangy werewolf, the likes of me and mine, good to the supreme power? No dirty work left to be done. Time to put the old mutt down, thought he. Well, he’ll be taking tea with the Muggle queen when there comes a day he can kill me.”
Be back later today. Because it’s already technically tomorrow.
Really need to kick this schedule pronto.
I’m thinking about going back to just having Fenrir and taking Lycas and Marrok off since I don’t play with them much. Thoughts? (siriusly, I love opinions) If not, I need to add more to their character tags.
So much lazy. Fact: I hate reblogging asks, but I’m so lazy that I don’t even take the time to not do it. This is how lazy I am.
The summer air was thickening as it reached its peak; although, the forest always managed to remain slightly cooler than open ground. He could hardly remember a world outside the trees. Sure, he ventured out occasionally whether it was to test his own limitations—damn the consequences—or he was forced out for some odd job or other. However, the latter had not occurred for some time yet. Since the war if he recalled correctly.
Now, his life was past among the mighty timbers and gentle sway of wildlife. He traveled much and often, going from many a secluded place to the next. It was upon arriving here in the wood within the countryside that he had finally stopped to take his rest beside a steady stream at the edge of a meadow. A multitude of noise filtered around him. Birds, animals, the wind. He didn’t care to differentiate as he dug through his satchel for a bit of venison to chew on.
"Who did this to you?" "I’m ashamed of you." "I hate you." "You disgust me." "I love you." "Don’t go, please!" "Just leave already." "I don’t care about you." "I don’t think I’ve ever seen so many dogs at once…" "I don’t love you." "I lied." "You’re pathetic." "You need to sleep sometime." "Come on, just hit me!" "Leave me alone!" "Don’t touch me." "I wish I’d never met you." "You’re adorable." "Do you have a cuddle buddy yet?" "Mind if I sleep here tonight?" "You’re beautiful."
Hearing her bell chime, Valerie walked to the the front of the shop after setting her potion to simmer for now. “Welco—” her voice cut short when she recognized just who had entered her shop.
Accustomed to this sort of reaction, Greyback ignored the flustered girl and glanced around the smoky dwelling. He had not remembered this shop’s existence. Though he rarely noticed anything unless it was of some consequence to him.
Dried blood coated his right and and his shoulder twinged in a steady pain that he could no longer ignore. Taking slow steps toward the proprietress, he met her wide gaze with his icy one. “I’ll be needing a few potions.” His tone was gruff from the pain of his concealed injury and the effort in bringing himself all the way here. Clearing his throat, it thundered in a scratched quality as he swallowed dryly and stopped before her. His clenched fist relaxed and tightened periodically like it had been doing all this time.
"Well, we’re primarily a part of the service industry, though we do manufacture some medical goods… my company provides various kinds of assistance and protection to those of the supernatural community."