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Counsellor Security - Lv 3 Trained Gifted: Time Manipulation Werewolf - (bitten by Bram Jackson, Jan 2019)
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Post by ULYSSES LLOYD BOWEN on Aug 27, 2019 18:34:35 GMT 1
That comment of Ziggy's 'stupid, annoying, beautiful face' made Lyss think that there had definitely been more between the hybrid and the fox than he let on.. Lyss was starting to think that Bram had loved this man, which made the entire situation even sadder really. From what he could gather, not just assume, Bram had been left heartbroken and punished for things he'd never done whilst the man who'd promised he'd never leave him left with a new, rich owner and left the hybrid behind to face the torture his sire put him through. It made Lyss want to hug him tightly and promise nobody would touch him like that ever again. Certainly nobody else would abandon him. Neither he nor Daisy planned too anyway.
"If all you do is punch him in the face I could look the other way whilst that happened," but that most definitely wouldn't be for a while considering the lack of control Bram had already presented this evening.. Plus, he couldn't be so certain that the fox wouldn't say anything to Bram to send him spiralling into another rage. He had more of a reading on the fox now though, Lyss was thinking the man was selfish, out for himself. He'd said certain things to him in their first meeting to make him think he did care for others, but now.. Now he was wondering just how much of that was all an act and how much of it was his true nature. Years had passed since Bram had seen him, people do change, but do they change that much?
He seemed to be playing just find for now, or at least he heard no complaints from Bram. That wasn't to say that he was doing a good job, more than anything he was half certain it was also because the other man was just too lost in thought to say anything about any potential mistakes he made. Anyway, he continued playing the beat that he'd practised before, perhaps adding a few little notes in here and there just because he thought it'd sound good. All the while his inner wolf wanted nothing more than to lick the wounds he'd created for Bram, try telling an animal that the injury is emotional and not something that can be licked clean, it was frustrating but he managed to keep himself from just gathering Bram and the rabbit in his arms and holding him close. This was what the hybrid wanted.. but he could hardly blame the wolf for not understanding that.
Bram was also quite right, he'd do the best he could within his power to protect the darker haired, spikey wolf.. As for him behaving, he was pleased, but at the same time he doesn't exactly want Bram thinking of him as some kind of rule setting influence in his life. That'd suck. He wants.. Well, he just wants somewhat of a normal family dynamic. Such as it could be considering they aren't at all really normal.
He slowed to a stop when asked if he'd stay the night and just held the sticks in his hands as he looked down at the guy on the floor. How could he really resist? The burp had been pretty much dismissed, but it had reminded him of how the evening had begun and subconsciously he touched his neck for a moment before nodding, "yes," he'd text Daisy and explain to her the situation, she should be fine with it. He'd owe her a baby free night out in exchange, it was only fair. He couldn't just cause Bram some mental distress and then just leave him too it. He's not a monster either.
"We'll do whatever Bram wants to do. Apart from fox hunting," he smiled somewhat and stood up to move around the drumkit, only to drop back down to sit crosslegged beside Bram, "I can cook? Wash your back in the shower? Lay on the floor and get in the way? Or take over your bed. It smells like you, my wolf likes it there. I like it there."
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Post by BRAM STERLING JACKSON on Aug 28, 2019 10:27:00 GMT 1
As tempting as it was to break Ziggy’s jaw, Bram was doing his best not to have such violent thoughts, thinking bad things might not be as bad as doing them but for him at least it was also not a whole lot better. His wolf side might curtail to whatever Alpha advised (even if right now his words could be seen as encouragement) but the vampire instincts in Bram were not so easily tamed as seen already with it’s flashing from the room only to grab a large kitchen knife. For the moment it really was best to keep away, keep the vague knowledge of Ziggy being in Manson but not knowing where as just that.
Bram needed to relax now, the drumming was healing in a strange way. There was nothing majorly wrong with Alpha’s playing, the mistakes Bram could see he felt too flopped to comment on and so let pass, and he just shut his eyes to enjoy the sound. Some colour still entered his head since he could remember how it looked by the sound but at least the pure sight did not bother him. Alpha was being nice enough to play despite being inadequate so Bram felt he shouldn’t criticise, especially if he wanted the man to spend the night here.
A smile crossed Bram hearing the man was willing but Bram was not hungry since he was still full of blood and fox hunting hadn’t crossed his mind until Alpha mentioned it, but even now the thought was there, he did not want to go out hunting. He needed a shower and would never say no to Alpha’s help with that but right now simply laying on the floor seemed the nicest of the options, then maybe after be carried off to his bed and cuddle until Alpha fell asleep.
But since the playing had stopped now and Alpha was sitting with him, Bram sat up from the floor a little and moved to wrap his arms around the counsellor’s waist. “You got yellow this time.” he said, which wasn’t as bad as lime or green colours but still a little odd in the hybrid’s opinion. As for the options though, “Bram wants to shower with Alpha, then he can take over my bed, then Bram’s gonna play drums properly and Alpha can do whatever and make sure Bram doesn’t go nuts again. Don’t think I will but…” he just wanted the confidence gained knowing the counsellor was near.
Standing up Bram started to walk back to his room and pulled off his jeans as he went, they were bloodstained so needed a wash and he threw them at his washing machine as he walked. He would do that properly later too.
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