Mia hummed to herself as she paced her home, considering. Carlos was supposed to have a visitation with Angie soon, and she knew her human friend was….forgetful, sometimes. Surely he wouldn’t forget about the chance to spend time with his own daughter though, would he?
……Yeah, no. She’d better call.
Picking up the phone and punching in the number out of quick habit, she waited for an answer, on foot tapping against the hardwood floor.
Something changed in Carlos. Not physically… no, not yet, but it was familiar. Familiar and pretty damn unsettling.
Yeah, he remembered it: the heightened senses, the cravings, the ‘instincts’, the feeling that his skin was going to just peel away at any minute to give way for fur… He wasn’t looking forward to it.
His cellphone rang with the funky beats of a Classic IV song to draw his attention– a little reminder that despite his own issues, the world was marching forward around him and he had to either participate in it, or tell it to leave him alone for a little bit. Carlos answered it, noting the caller before he did.
“Hello?” he said into the receiver.
“Carlos, hi!” she chirped as her friend picked up the phone. Well, at least he’d not gotten so caught up in his science he’d let his phone die! That certainly would have been awkward.
“I was just calling to make sure you were still good for Angie to come over tomorrow? She’s been looking forward to spending the night with you again.”
If the fae woman had any inkling on what her usually human co-parent was going through at the moment, she certainly made no mention of it.
Carlos’ gut twisted at Mia’s words. That’s right… Angie was supposed to come over. Dammit he’d completely forgotten. Between his usual work and the sudden change and time just not really existing in Night Vale… yeah, he’d forgotten.
Carlos couldn’t help the sigh that escaped him, and it was clearly very audible through the phone.
“Mia,” he said softly. “I… I’m not sure it’s a good idea anymore. I mean, at least this time. I’m, um… “ He hesitated for a moment, trying to think of how to put it. But, he reasoned, with Mia bluntness was probably the best policy. “I’m pretty sure I’m going to turn into a werewolf again. I’m concerned that it’s not safe for her to be near me right now.”
i literally threw my computer across the loveseat when i heard this. its so epicly beautiful.
Excuse me, I have to go embark on a quest. I don’t know to what end but I have a ferocious need to be a badass.
How come I never heard this before? Holy hell.
EXCUSE ME I HAVE TO GO SAVE THE REALM AND FIGHT GODLESS HEATHENS WHO WOULD PREY ON THE WEAK AND DEFENSELESS. ALSO I NEED TO FIGHT A DRAGON AND GET INTO A SWORD FIGHT ON THE EDGE OF A VOLCANO.
Possibly the most inspirational two minutes of your life.
The sort of music that makes Dark Lords worry
that is the best comment imaginable
I have a playlist called Fine I Will Take That Fucking Ring To Mount Fucking Doom (A playlist for when you’re small and lost and alone and need to feel like you’re in a 100 foot tall asskicking robot) and I wish this track was on spotify so I could add it.
I need so many fics with this as a theme song. Or an opening. Or something, my Lord.
Lovely.
Perfection
*Graham pulls out his mp3 player and listens* nice.
Every hero everywhere: *prepares to throw hands*
This is incredible!!!!
((despite my anxieties, everything’s okay. Yay.
It was more than just my oil that needed changing. But it’s done and everything’s fine. *sighs* -w-;
((I gotta go run to get my oil changed. I would’ve done it during the week, but I let time get away from me and now I’m over the recommended mileage so… yeah >w>;;;; Hopefully this saturday is nice to me…
Anyway, I’ll be back later for replies. That Plotting Call is still open for Werewolf Carlos.
((i’m going to bed. I’ll be back later. night night
Mia hummed to herself as she paced her home, considering. Carlos was supposed to have a visitation with Angie soon, and she knew her human friend was….forgetful, sometimes. Surely he wouldn’t forget about the chance to spend time with his own daughter though, would he?
……Yeah, no. She’d better call.
Picking up the phone and punching in the number out of quick habit, she waited for an answer, on foot tapping against the hardwood floor.
Something changed in Carlos. Not physically… no, not yet, but it was familiar. Familiar and pretty damn unsettling.
Yeah, he remembered it: the heightened senses, the cravings, the ‘instincts’, the feeling that his skin was going to just peel away at any minute to give way for fur… He wasn’t looking forward to it.
His cellphone rang with the funky beats of a Classic IV song to draw his attention– a little reminder that despite his own issues, the world was marching forward around him and he had to either participate in it, or tell it to leave him alone for a little bit. Carlos answered it, noting the caller before he did.
“Hello?” he said into the receiver.
((the totally-not-stolen (it was stolen from here) medieval wolf icon that i’m using is merely a placeholder for if and when I draw a new wolf icon for Wolflos. (I say ‘if’ because i have a lot to do/draw tomorrow so I don’t know if i’ll get to it. But i really want to. Just… adult stuff needs to be done first.)
The Perfect Scientist 