𝐌𝐮𝐭𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐞; ⠀⠀⠀Cuddles given, bad guys bitten, ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀no bed too small to sleep in, ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀no collar needed. 𝘊𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦. ⠀⠀⠀⠀• Wolf; son of the Moon • ⠀⠀｢ Detailed. MC. Thread below ｣

...one second in here and he is already regretting waking up. Do not mind the shattered tea cup on his hand, or the scalding hot tea that is starting to dribble down his arm. "Excuse me, what?"

[] I might not be bringing him back fully (yet)... but I'm ready to torment people with Aerak just for the shits of it. Why not-

This is quite… astonishing. “So barbaric, though.” Simple mutters as he tosses the broken cup to the ground. Funny thing? His eyes have never once abandoned Theo Delaroux. “Put him down, Delaroux. Now.”

"Married?" Oh, no. He is not minding the fire crackers. At all. Once Delaroux mentions a 'wedding', all the wolf can see is red. "Married?" Do not mind his angry strides, he is going to reach them. "Like hell you are, Delaroux. Put him down. Now."

That makes him stop… maybe not completely, because he still has the itch to get near those two, but enough to give Delaroux breathing space. “You are trying to elope with /my/ brother. Without /my/ blessing... and now you are asking me why I am so against you?”

Aerak you are not your brother's father. You are not your brother's father. You are not-- "Fuck."

Was it really necessary? There are first-degree burnings on his whole right arm but the only thing he can focus on is Delaroux now. “…” Silence. For once. He has even stopped moving, he is just breathing. So what if he is afraid of losing Lucaon to someone else? "Fuck you."

Oh, no. Careful there. A seemingly-calm beast is still a beast… the evidence? How his eyes trace Delaroux’s every single movement. No words. Not yet. All he does is curl his hands into loose fists. Happy. Lucaon happy. “Tsk.” Forget it. He might be growling now.

No, it does not work on him. “Love is a strong word you should not be using.” His voice, usually controlled and toneless, now has the strong, closed-off British accent that escapes him whenever he is feeling… exasperated. “What have /you/ done for him?”

Maybe… maybe reminding Aerak that his brother had been in danger is a bad idea. His already darkened eyes turn a whole new level of shade; pupils blown and the dual-colored irises glinting. His growls? Deeper. “So you were human, how nice. Nothing to praise you for, though.”

[] Before I start adding stuff to this bastard's info... I need to do a Following-cleaning spree. AKDBSJJD. Plenty of characters I don't know ;; thus: soft-blocking spree ahead.

[] Unfollowing (soft-blocking) spree ahead for Azusa, the Luna brothers (𝑳𝒖𝒏𝒂/Λ𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚔), the Cannibae (𝓑𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐲) and Lucifer (@Arcanyo). I think tis the time I make all of 'em story-driven. Because. Science. SO. Hopefully, it's going to be done between Friday-Saturday 👌🧡

ㅤ ㅤ ❛ 𝕽𝖊𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖇𝖚𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓 ғᴏʀ ᴜɴᴊᴜsᴛ 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙨 ； 𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍 ᴀᴡᴀɪᴛs ― ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪɢʜᴛɪᴇsᴛ ᴏғ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐬 、 ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴜʀᴇsᴛ ᴏғ 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬 ❜ ㅤㅤ ──────────── ㅤㅤ ㅤ

Ew. Auto-tweets. Who would even cry for such a pesky thing? Not him.

〝 𝑮𝒐𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎. 〞 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❖ 𝑂𝐶 ⠀⠀⠀⠀❖ 𝑀𝑎𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑒 𝐶𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑛𝑡 ⠀⠀⠀⇣⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⇣⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⇣

⠀⠀𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎. ⠀⠀I am the tall, dark stranger ⠀⠀those warnings prepared you for. ⊰ Bastard warning ；； Thread below ⊱

Hm.

⠀⠀'Babe' ⠀⠀🙄

⠀⠀Not jelly beans ... just stating the truth.