«We Could Be Legends»

[RiverStorm]

Wolfram narrowed his eyes. He hated being called cat-boy."My name is Wolfram, Ma'am."He mumbled, not meeting her gaze.

River flicked one of her ears in his direction, but didn't respond verbally nor give eye contact, instead stared Lachlan in the eyes. "Well?"
Lachlan shifted his position. "He's a friend, the gash and bruise are from a fight he got in." He said quickly. Then continued fast and quietly. "He is having parent trouble, and needs somewhere to stay. We were thinking if it was okay with you and Dad, he could stay here for a couple days." He finished.
"He happen to be the kid at IHOP that Delilah and Bleddyn started a fight with that Gage told me about?" She said, loud enough for Wolfram to hear. It was more of a statement than a question.

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

River flicked one of her ears in his direction, but didn't respond verbally nor give eye contact, instead stared Lachlan in the eyes. "Well?"
Lachlan shifted his position. "He's a friend, the gash and bruise are from a fight he got in." He said quickly. Then continued fast and quietly. "He is having parent trouble, and needs somewhere to stay. We were thinking if it was okay with you and Dad, he could stay here for a couple days." He finished.
"He happen to be the kid at IHOP that Delilah and Bleddyn started a fight with that Gage told me about?" She said, loud enough for Wolfram to hear. It was more of a statement than a question.

"Yes, Ma'am, I am."Wolfram spoke up for himself."I understand if you don't want me staying here. But I'm having a lot of family issues. I have no where to stay, and if I could stay here for a night or two I would be really greatful."He murmured. He trembled, his clothes still soaked.

 

[RiverStorm]

"Yes, Ma'am, I am."Wolfram spoke up for himself."I understand if you don't want me staying here. But I'm having a lot of family issues. I have no where to stay, and if I could stay here for a night or two I would be really greatful."He murmured. He trembled, his clothes still soaked.

River turned around to look Wolfram in the eye. "So, Wolfram, is it? I heard about your mother- I'm sorry for your loss. If I am right, your father is not around, and you're probably running from other family or the cops. I understand." She sighed. "If my husband is, then I'm okay with it. So unless he says other wise, looks like you're staying awhile."

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

River turned around to look Wolfram in the eye. "So, Wolfram, is it? I heard about your mother- I'm sorry for your loss. If I am right, your father is not around, and you're probably running from other family or the cops. I understand." She sighed. "If my husband is, then I'm okay with it. So unless he says other wise, looks like you're staying awhile."

Wolfram looked up at her, and smiled."Thank you."He murmured. He glanced at Lachlan, dipping his head slightly.She's more then right. My father isn't around, and now dead I assume.

 

[RiverStorm]

Wolfram looked up at her, and smiled."Thank you."He murmured. He glanced at Lachlan, dipping his head slightly.She's more then right. My father isn't around, and now dead I assume.

"Don't thank me." River said. "My name is River Katrina Loson."

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

"Don't thank me." River said. "My name is River Katrina Loson."

"Nice to meet you."Wolfram murmured, avoiding her gaze. Maybe it was a cat thing, but most of the time he hated meeting another persons gaze.

 

[HeavensHens88]

Lachlan nodded. He started down one of the dark trails. "This trail will take us around the cops and to the other side of the park, and put us out onto the road to Bleddyn's house. From there it will be pretty fast to get there." He commented.

Wolfram followed him quietly, his shoulders and arms starting to ache. He glanced down at Bleddyn, smiling softly. She was so pretty, so-WHAT are you thinking?!
Sorry, don't yell at me.
You will never love again, remember our promise? You'll just get hurt, like last time. Remember her? How she dumped you when she found out when you were an Inhuman? This girl will just hurt you again.
He held back tears, blinking rapidly. Everything hurt even more now. Why was he always reminded of the worst parts of his life? He shifted Bleddyn, letting her head fall into the crook of his arm. He was soaked and shivering, and so was she. Even in the trees, it was still pouring.

(I ship Wolfdyn so hard)
Lachlan glanced back. "You okay, Wolf? You look like you just saw a ghost." He said kindly, looking ahead again as the trail ended in a parking lot. "Okay, we're close now." He made a left as they exited it.

(XDXD same)
Wolfram looked up quickly, his eyes wide."Yeah, uh, yeah I'm uh, fine."He muttered. He would be fine, if he could hold Bleddyn near him forever and never-Idiot.

Lachlan nodded, hiding a smirk. "Uh hu." He stopped in front of a house that was painted white, its porch decorated with a swing and chairs, and multiple hanging pots. His eyes caught sight of an open upstairs window. "Wait here," he commanded, and without a second thought, shifted. His black and brown hair turned to black and grey feathers, his mouth a beak. In mere seconds the human was gone, a hooded crow in his place. Okay, all I have to do is fly up there, get in, and I can turn to a human again, easy.
He spread his wings, flapping them several times and he was air born. Sorta.
He nearly missed the window, and would have crashed into the siding. I'm terrible at this. He flew inside, shifting to his human form.
He left Bleddyn's room, slipping out and running down the stairs. "Hello?" He said. "It's Lachlan!" He called, hoping Ash and Conner weren't home. He unlocked the door and opened it, holding it open for Wolfram. "Welcome to the Asfaw residence," he joked.

*keeps this in mind*

"So you're a bird and a wolf, huh?"Wolfram snorted, stepping inside."Lucky. All I got was a puny house cat." Ok, now he knew a little more about the girl. Bleddyn Asfaw. Fiesty, brave and daring personality.

"And bobcat. But yeah, my bird form is pretty useless because I can hardly fly. House cats are cool skins, reflexes on 'em are awesome, fangs are sharp too," Lachlan said, closing the door. "Her bedroom is upstairs, come on. Her mother will be home soon, her father later." He began up the stair, opening Bleddyn's door for him.

*keeps this in mind too*

Wolfram carried Bleddyn up the stairs, laying her on the bed gently. He smiled slightly, pushing blonde red hair out of her face. Suddenly aware Lachlan was standing there, he stood up. A piece of paper was on Bleddyn's desk, along with a pen. Don't tell anyone what happened at the park. I hope you feel alright soon. Be careful. -Cat-Boy, Wolfram. He wrote on it, straightening up."Let's go, before her parents come back."

As consciousness gathered her up into its reviving embrace, Bleddyn became aware that she was nestled into something soft. My bed...but why is that a surprise?
Bleddyn's eyes flickered. The pain hit her like a speeding semi, and so did her recollection.
She was indeed on top of her bed. She dared to shift onto her side, and flecks of blood greeted her brightly from atop her gray sheets- from my face. Nothing new for Mom the 24/7 laundromat attendant.
But she'd last been lying on the hard pavement, knocked out cold by some massive dose of obstreperous sedative.
Guess it must've ended in our favor and someone brought me home.
Just those shallow mental calculations were like voluntarily jamming knives into her head. To fluster over which one of her cohorts had dared obtrusively entered her room, carrying her, unpermitted, was unthinkable.
And the thought of getting up...
I can't stay here all day. Mom's gonna get home soon and be fantastically surprised if her daughter's too doped to get up.
Head screaming all sorts of colorful agony, she pulled herself upright and rolled her legs over the edge of the bed. The seafoam carpet rippled before her eyes, becoming the living ocean it strived to emulate. A snarling wolf's head confined to a vivid poster seemed to jeer at her frailty.
Her room slowly came into focus, only to contort wildly the instant she relocated her gaze. Only by narrowing her eyes to near closure could she get the bear's-head digital wall clock to stop shivering long enough to be legible.
2:18. Didn't I leave for the pancake house at like, 8?
Calculating her likely-unsafe elongated downtime seemed way too mentally arduous.
Legs like the trunk of a willow young enough to collapse under itself, she took a step away from her mattress, and immediately had to throw her arms down on her bedside dresser to keep herself standing. Something not polished wood cabinet crinkled underneath her clenched palm.
Her hands shook wildly as she picked up the note. The familiar aftertaste of disgust unpleasantly tickled her taste buds as she read Cat-Boy's message. Seems he made it out unscathed enough after all.
And, Wolfram, eh? Interesting name for a guy who strikes you as an anthropomorphic cat.
....
And then it hit her that he'd been the one to bring her home.

 

[RiverStorm]

"Nice to meet you."Wolfram murmured, avoiding her gaze. Maybe it was a cat thing, but most of the time he hated meeting another persons gaze.

"Same to you, Wolfram." River said, noting him avoiding her gaze. She turned and began putting away groceries.
Lachlan looked at Wolfram. That went well, surprisingly. He thought.

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

"Same to you, Wolfram." River said, noting him avoiding her gaze. She turned and began putting away groceries.
Lachlan looked at Wolfram. That went well, surprisingly. He thought.

Wolfram looked up at Lachlan. He could read what the other boy was thinking just by reading his expression. He let out a soft chuckle."Um, May I take a shower, Mrs.Lonson?"Then it hit him. He had no dry clothing. Which ment him having to go back to Mapleshade's. He mentally smacked him self, huffing,

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

*keeps this in mind*




*keeps this in mind too*


As consciousness gathered her up into its reviving embrace, Bleddyn became aware that she was nestled into something soft. My bed...but why is that a surprise?
Bleddyn's eyes flickered. The pain hit her like a speeding semi, and so did her recollection.
She was indeed on top of her bed. She dared to shift onto her side, and flecks of blood greeted her brightly from atop her gray sheets- from my face. Nothing new for Mom the 24/7 laundromat attendant.
But she'd last been lying on the hard pavement, knocked out cold by some massive dose of obstreperous sedative.
Guess it must've ended in our favor and someone brought me home.
Just those shallow mental calculations were like voluntarily jamming knives into her head. To fluster over which one of her cohorts had dared obtrusively entered her room, carrying her, unpermitted was unthinkable.
And the thought of getting up...
I can't stay here all day. Mom's gonna get home soon and be fantastically surprised if her daughter's too doped to get up.
Head screaming all sorts of colorful agony, she pulled herself upright and rolled her legs over the edge of the bed. The seafoam carpet rippled before her eyes, becoming the living ocean it strived to emulate. A snarling wolf's head confined to a vivid poster seemed to jeer at her frailty.
Her room slowly came into focus, only to contort wildly the instant she relocated her gaze. Only by narrowing her eyes to near closure could she get the bear's-head digital wall clock to stop shivering long enough to be legible. 2:18. Didn't I leave for the pancake house at like, 8?
Calculating her likely-unsafe elongated downtime seemed way too mentally arduous.
Legs like the trunk of a willow young enough to collapse under itself, she took a step away from her mattress, and immediately had to throw her arms down on her bedside dresser to keep herself standing. Something not polished wood cabinet crinkled underneath her clenched palm.
Her hands shook wildly as she picked up the note. The familiar taste of disgust unpleasantly tickled her taste buds as she read Cat-Boy's message. Seems he made it out unscathed enough after all.
And, Wolfram, eh? Interesting name for a guy who strikes you as an anthropomorphic cat.
....
And then it hit her that he'd been the one to bring her home.

(This is spicy. This is very spicy. I would like to read more of this spiciness)