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Douglas took pause at the sight of the other man, he looked young but gave of a distinctly different air, something old and dangerous. He knew Mal was dangerous too, but it was different. O’Malley was like an old hound. The tanned man on the other side of the gym was more like a wolf, raw and freightening power waved off of him as if the moon were high in the sky and Douglas felt... well, envious. Never once in his sad and sorry existence did he have an ounce of the confidence, or obvious ability.

Still, he had no intention of approaching the other wolf, no. He was terrified of him enough at a distance. And so, he went back about this sweeping of the gym floor. Cleaning was about the only thing he could do in return for the free lodgings. He wasn’t useful like Daz, couldn’t fight, couldn’t cook, couldn’t scare off unsavory clients. But he could clean, and answer the phone, and keep track of the going ons. He could keep himself busy and out of Mal’s hair. He’d already threatened to hit him once or twice.

itsawerewolfinnit:

“…tha’s beside the fuckin’ point,” he muttered, feeling strangely like the younger sibling as his features fell into a pouting expression. “remember how t’ get to the shop?”

“course I remember how to get there,” he huffed, still good natured as he pulled out of the car park and towards town. “’m not you, forgettin’ where my head’zat half the time.” he was quiet for a moment before glancing to his brother. “’member when mum used to bring us cakes, e’ery Friday, right afta she got paid? I always got the big one.”

playlist: le rouge cabaret ♪ [ l i s t e n ]

001. kabarista farewell - vagabond opera | 002. exterminateur - nadeah | 003. circus apocalypse - vermillion lies | 004. left with the thought of you - clare fader & the vaudevillains | 005. bittersweet - rosin coven | 006. the days of you and me - the real tuesday weld | 007. odile - nadeah | 008. rivolta silenziosa - humanwine | 009. puttin’ on the ritz - fred astaire | 010. maybe this time - liza minnelli | 011. funny honey - chicago | 012. milord - édith piaf | 013. some of these days - kathy brier | 014. belleville rendez-vous - les triplettes de belleville 

moodboards: werewolves (x)

                                     I will be wild. I will be brutal.

itsawerewolfinnit:

it stung some part of him to hear that douglas felt as if he were dealing with everything by himself, but daz decided to push those particular thoughts to the back of his mind so they could inevitably creep up on him as he tried sleeping; the same as every other wayward thought. “i’ll start lookin’ round for ya, but we need t’ be cautious. not every werewolf is as nice as we are,” he commented, opening the door and moving to gather clothes for duggy to change into as well as a blanket. “’ere. get comfy. hafta look for the videos.”

“i just mean.... it should have been jameson,” he said quietly.  “he should have been there for us, come back for us. i... you shouldn’t ‘ave been forced to be... more than my brother,” he said, speaking more eloquently as he tried to find the words.  “i’m sorry ’m difficult, i just... i’m a gay, british, werewolf living in america, with a dead parent, and two dead beat dads, ya know?” he set the towel and clothes aside. “and I’ve never had friends, or been kissed, or been drunk. nothing is easy and the wolf gets strong, and ‘m angry all the time.”

ofcharisma:

“Stronger you say?” Don studied the man with interest, took in his obvious stress and exhaustion along with the hint of desperation in his tone. If medications couldn’t do the trick Don had to assume he was likely a supernatural creature, if he’d turn to something so off the wall as magic for a solution. With a small nod he dropped down under the counter to rummage around in his collection of potions, pulling out three different sleeping draughts.

“Depends on how deeply you want to sleep. I can help you with some light naps all the way to a three day death-like coma. But I guess for you it would be good to just catch up on what you lost.” He slid a green bottle toward the customer, shoving the other two aside. “Two drops of that before bed should do the trick. Be careful though, it’ll make you a very heavy sleeper and few things will wake you once you’re down.”

He looked at the man speculatively, then picked the bottle up carefully to look it, swirling the liquid about, as if he could authenticate it. “ ‘s let me guess, t’s the part where I take your word for it, pay you out the nose for a potion, and still end up restless?” he asked, eyes flicking up to the man. It seemed like something Daz would have said, but he knew he had to be skeptical, if not... well, he was naive, had always been. And he was too nice. He was too innocent for the world he belonged in.