Continued. @lorcanthropy

Continued. @lorcanthropy

“I was readin’” he said, holding up the physics book in his hand. He hadn’t had a formal education since leaving England, but he had always wanted to continue his studies, he had a mind for it.

@dominxsus

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:

“i weren’t forced to do anything,” he replied, going to the hall closet and started digging through the boxes there they still had yet to unpack even after living in this house for a couple of years now. “b’sides, jameson wasn’t our father. he was just a bloke mum was shagging cos our real dad fucked off.” finding the couple of videos he’d wanted, daz returned to the living room and set them on the coffee table, arms crossing over his chest as he listened to duggy speak. “s’not true, you had…wassername…magdalene? in primary school. lil ginger thin’ that followed you round everywhere.”

he watched him walk away, changing into the dry clothing. he sighed, he was tired. he was just tired. “yeah well dad fucked off when i was too young to really remember him and jameson was good to me.” most days he didn’t think about jameson, about the scars on his back or what his mom’s lover had cost him. “only da i ever knew.” he moved to sit on the couch, pulling his knees up to his chest and hugging them there. “madaline, and even she stopped talking to me after mum.... s’easy for you, you were always popular, got on well. but i was just a freak.”

scxttish:

    ❝I hate coffee shops. Always filled with people       rushing, taking selfies, or them bloody hipsters       with their long scarves. I need to just start making       my own damn coffee.❞

“wut?” douglas asked as he turned to looked at the other man    before looking ahead at the line that was indeed full of hipsters    (whatever those were) and impatient people. “is this wut ‘s    always like?” he asked, having spent very little time in coffee    shops. he didn’t even drink coffee, he just wanted a chocolate    drink.

                                “The paramedic thinks I’m clever because I play guitar.                                    I think he’s clever because he stops people dying.”

lorcanthropy:

@londonwerewolf 

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“Oi, don’t be callin’ me old man.” wait. “On th’other hand, respect yer bloody elders, they’ve seen shite like this before,” he hissed, peering out to check if the coast was clear.

The face he made was one Daz would be proud of, but he didn’t bother to respond. “What you do to piss these blokes off anyhow? Can’t really hide fer long in here. Ain’t ya s’posed to be the big bad wolf? Go fight’em.”