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Post by LOTTIE ZOE MCFARLAN on Jun 28, 2019 21:57:07 GMT 1
"If you want to be in this baby's life then you have to stop saying stupid selfish things like that," she snapped suddenly, a bolt of electric arched off of her body and smacked into the wall, leaving a dark scorch mark but she barely reacted to it at all. Lottie knew that he barely knew her, she understood that but she had a life that he helped spark to being inside of her and he was going on like there was nothing in his world.
Fuck him. Words like that stung.
She made a face when he asked that question and did indeed answer 'Fabian', and then he continued to speak and she kind of understood where he was coming from. But she still didn't quite understand how he couldn't make the distinction between family and pack.. If she had her own family she would be content, but she didn't, she had the pack and the pack was all she knew. If she had a father, if she loved her father and her father loved her, then she'd pick him in a heartbeat.
Lottie is just desperately lonely deep inside, she just wants somebody to need her like she needs them.
"The only way that would happen is if you're a sucky daddy.. So, that's all down to you, not me. So don't put that on me.. If the kid likes Fabian better it's because he's giving it something you won't. The pack doesn't meet often, but, the baby will join us if it's a wolf like me, so just accept it.." It might not be, she's not a scientist, she's not sure how it all works. Hell, she had somehow managed to convince herself that somebody who'd carved their name into her stomach had somehow sparked that baby to life in her belly. Genetics were a little beyond her reasoning.
"A wolf needs other wolves to run with.. It's lonely to be excluded when you can hear the howls of the pack outside. Believe me, I know."
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Post by AARON HUNT on Jul 1, 2019 21:37:49 GMT 1
He just blinked and stared, turning toward her to lean against the windowsill. This reaction- he'd never understand it. Who cared if he died or not? And why would she? Because his spawn was growing inside her? His death would be inconsequential. And probably helpful to her- he was a murderer, after all. How many guards had he killed? How many people in total had he killed? He couldn't even remember, even if their faces haunted him at night. His death would be a blessing. Then, he could be filled and fueled by the pain of eternal torture and torment, to make up for failing his family.
"What about half wolves? Since I'm human." A werewolf with his strength and durability? Damn, that could be very dangerous. But he'd teach him all the same. If he wanted to use it to wreck peoples shit, that was up to him. Aaron cared not. His brow would furrow.
"So....this pack.... is not a replacement for family, but more a group of friends who share a close bond?"
Aaron would admit readily, he knew very little of wolves. He knew they hunted, he knew how to kill them....but that was about it. If being a wolf didn't mean you left your family for them, he would have no problem with his child sharing in that bond. After all, when he was overseas, he'd shared a similar bond with the soldiers that stood to each side. They were like brothers, who depended on one another.
"If that's the case, I see no problem with it."
And that would settle that matter. He would stand straight.
"Would you like to go on a date with me?"
He stared. Best to be direct in situations like this.
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Post by LOTTIE ZOE MCFARLAN on Jul 2, 2019 14:14:31 GMT 1
"If they can shift into a wolf then it doesn't matter if they're half human, will still run with the pack. There are born and bitten shifter's there, and a lynx. Was a bear there once." The pack was a little mismatched. But a lot of shifter's needed the company of others like themselves, humans alone are tactile creatures. Newborns can quite literally fade away and develop mental issues without the nurturing touch of a loved one, shifter's are no different. Lottie in particular is a needy person, a kind touch will go a long way with her and despite knowing that it's a weakness of hers she often falls for it none the less.
A group of friends. She pursed her lips thoughtfully for a few moments.
"Kind of. I don't have no family, so they're my family, but you're not a wolf, so you can't be pack, so.. The baby's family isn't the pack, it's me and you. The pack would be more like cousins? Aunties and uncles? I don't know much 'bout how family's work." But she was quite certain that they don't boss each other around like she felt he kept on trying to do. She would quite happily give him a zap everytime she's displeased. And considering her temperment that'd be quite often.
But she was left without a real argument to make when he agreed that he'd have no problem with it if that were the case. And then.. A date?
"A date?" She repeated, sounding mildly as perplexed as she looked, "with chocolates, and flowers? And candlelight?" She can't remember if she's ever been taken on a date. But that's how it always went on the television. With a walk on the beach and a sunrise, it was all very romantic looking on the screen. But why would he want that?
She glanced down at her swelling stomach and placed a hand gently upon it. Because of the baby..
"Okay," she agreed and glanced back up at him, "you can take me on a date, but only because you asked nice. And I don't want no stupid salad, if you get me a salad I'll leave. I like steaks. Or chicken. Chicken is nice."
Demanding.
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Post by AARON HUNT on Jul 2, 2019 21:57:57 GMT 1
Aaron nodded simply. So be it- they took on big wolves. Big predators. If his son was half that, he'd be a downright monster. This thought caused him to frown. As such, would they even allow him and Lottie to raise such a creature? He doubted it. Lottie went around fucking naked men in hot tubs, and from what he'd heard she had a history of losing control. Couple that with a man who tormented and killed guards if they looked at him wrong and....his scowl deepened. "I just realized....they might not allow us to keep the child. We're both too unstable. I might have to....talk to someone about it."
He listened to her explaination of the pack, obviously, and could get behind that as well. If the pack was cousins and aunts and uncles....what was the alpha? Grandpa? He would let his questions there slide in favor of nodding. "Yes." He knew how to date, at least. He might be a monster but he could remember what it was like to have a soul. He could pretend to feel what others wanted, even if there was nothing but fire and ash inside. He would nod, taking her orders to heart.
"Alright. Steak and chicken. I'll see if I can convince the guards to bring us some. Not tonight, as I need time to prepare. But soon."
He'd move over to her, taking a knee and holding her stomach. He lean in close and speak softly.
"Little Hunt. You will be great, and do great things. I will make sure not to repeat my mistakes with you. Grow strong."
He would then kiss her stomach and stand, staring down at her.
"I am ready to go."
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Post by LOTTIE ZOE MCFARLAN on Jul 4, 2019 14:06:18 GMT 1
Lottie didn't hear much after he mentioned not being allowed to keep the child. The thought hadn't occured to her at this stage that the baby would come into this world and taken from it's mother. But, because Aaron said it now did not make it true, she wouldn't focus too hard on it because that wouldn't happen. She wouldn't allow them too. He wasn't even remotely in charge of anything in her mind, another resident like herself, that's what he was. More heavily guarded, admittedly, but a resident none the less. So she just stared at him somewhat coldly as he continued to speak.
She averted her gaze when he began to talk about food. Her attention span is short but the irritation somewhat remained, "I wouldn't want it tonight anyway, I have plans." Lottie had no plans, unless you call lounging around on the rooftop garden a plan. She was hoping she could convince a guard to grab her a takeaway lunch. They usually grant her small requests like that, it was always easier to keep her happy and now she was pregnant the guards were instructed to listen to her if she complained she was hungry. Nobody needs a hungry she-wolf short circuiting the entire building or whatever guard came close to her without what she'd asked for.
He regained her attention when his hands touched her stomach and at first she visibly tensed but when his hands remained gentle and he began to speak she relaxed. An unreadable expression crossed her face, a mix of emotion that had her feeling things she's got no name for. Cute was one way of putting his actions, unexpected too, he'd been the first to acknowledge the life inside of her as if it were already a little person too and that just made her all emotional.
But she wouldn't cry, she's not much for random tears. Or emotions. She could quite happily cling to him like a needy little limpet right now, but then she doesn't trust him, so she held back, confused with herself as he stood back to his feet.
"Then go.. I'm not going to beg you to stay or anything," she frowned a little as she stared up at him, "I'm not that kind of canine."
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Post by AARON HUNT on Jul 5, 2019 21:24:41 GMT 1
As he stood, his eyes remained on her tummy until he was back to full height, when they would trim up to hers. He'd look around her place before letting out a "tch" and sighing. "Your lucky- this place is quite nice. I just have a little concrete box and a bed." He noticed the look she'd had when he did what he did- had nobody shown her affection since getting pregnant? That made his blood boil.
Then she said something about begging, to which he would let a little smile come to his lips.
"Shame...I have nothing going on and quite like your company, so if you were to beg, we could have some real fun with it." He would very slowly admire her figure. "Even get you a proper meal after."
After all, he wondered whether she would admit to a little kink in that area. Being a wolf, and being treated like an obedient puppy? Why not enjoy that? Maybe it was part of her psychosis, and feeling powerful was something she felt she needed to do in order to maintain control of her world. Still, he included a tidbit about getting her proper food as incentive. And perhaps, inside, she didn't want to be alone. Unless she actually did have plans, in which case....he would indeed be on his way.
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Post by LOTTIE ZOE MCFARLAN on Jul 7, 2019 21:04:59 GMT 1
She glanced around her room and shrugged slightly, "the window is barred, so it's still a cage.. But it's my cage," and she is quite fond. It smells like her and the few special belongings she does have, the couple of gifts that she'd been given, were safe here on their little shelf. But, Lottie could never remember having her own room before this. She'd always been treated more like a pet than a person. A dangerous pet, but a pet nonetheless. So this was absolute luxury in her mind, "I'd say you could share my room, but," she sniffed but glanced at the door, "they won't let you."
The guards never would. And, she'd end up blowing up around him if he's there too often. Lottie doesn't do too well around people for a long length of time. Well, she does, others end up tiring of her. In her experience anyway. She'd rather end up pissing somebody off in a place she doesn't have to spend most of her time, she's haunted by enough bad memories.
She cocked her head to the side and thoughtfully pursed her lips for a few moments before nodding, "yes. Okay. I won't beg, but you can have some fun with me if you like," their definitions of fun may be very different, she'll decide when she's heard what he wants to do, "and you promise food? A proper meal, those were your words. Promise and I'll cancel my plans for you, I'll be your company tonight."
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