1x1 with tabby-chan

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quinnely
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I'm broken

do you hear me?
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I'm blinded, 'cause

you're everything I see

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turquoise eyes closed for a few good moments after the clap of thunder, the human's heart pounding in his ears. Quinnely accepted the fact that he more than likely looked like a pathetic loser after jumping out of his skin, but it was the least of his worries here with Luka. Speaking of the devil, the faint bounce of the bed and hard laughing indicated that his best friend was finding his fear of the storm amusing. He'd clearly been surprised by the loud roar, too, but not terrified as Quinn was. That smug sentence earned the dark haired boy a murderous glare from yours truly, teeth clenched so that the muscle in the sour beaverpuss's jaw twitched. "I hate you." it came out more soft and shaky than wanted. Unfortunately with the rain pounding on the Windows and the animal-like howling of the wind, along with his feverish sickness, he was now freezing and covered in a cold sweat. Sea green orbs traced Luka's features, finding a little peacefulness in studying each piece of his face. "I don't need anything, thanks bud. And my mom and dad work late on Saturdays. We get a day to ourselves with Finding Nemo blasting as loud as we'd like." though he willed a small smile to surface, it refused to come. One of the things he loved about Luka was how he tried to take care of things, for example, turning up the volume to block out the thunder. And coming here to snuggle with his disgustingly pale and ill friend. Quinn patted his side so he could pull up the sheets, his attention turned back towards the movie, when a frown tugged on his lips. He'd thrown off the covers when he was too hot. With a sigh, the boy rolled on his other side, reaching for a water bottle as an excuse for moving. After taking a quick sip, he settled back down a little closer to Luka than before, the top of his head resting below the other boy's chin.

(Boring post bleh. You can make the thunders more boom or something else happen if you'd like c:)

[foxes800]

-----Luka’d been expecting no less than a pissed off Quinnely. Gotta admire him for it, though. He had a tude rain or shine, good health or bad health. “Hmm... So you hate me now? Whelp, I guess I’ll just leave and head home then.” Of course, the werewolf didn’t even make a move to pull himself up. And, as a result, the anything-but-threatening threat seemed more ridiculous than it already was. First of all, they both knew he was like a hovering mother hen whenever the other’d gotten himself hurt or came down with something. And second, Luka was far too comfortable. “Goody! You’re stuck with me for the rest of the day! Now, I’ll have plenty of time to tease you about that little fear a yours.” Nah. He may be mean, but he wasn’t really that mean. The thunder clearly had the boy shaken up, every crash outside making the teen jump or yelp and making him more and more anxious by the second. But... Luka was still cruel enough to tease him about that struggle he was currently having, flailing around on the bed in search of covers. Like a little worm. “Quinn.” The teen paused for dramatic effect. (And of course, so he didn’t have to yell over the next loud boom and crash.) “You’re a hot mess... If all those ladies could see ya now. They’d just eat ya up.” Nonetheless, he finally had mercy and decided to end the (adorable) wriggling about. Reaching an arm over the side of the mattress, Luka felt for the covers and yanked them up. “Come here, dumbo,” he murmured, gently pulling Quinn even closer so he could tuck the other in and be sure that his body was completely concealed by the thick fabric. “I’m guessing cold flash?” (Either way, he was using this to his advantage.) It was an excuse to be side by side with his imprintee and possibly... snuggle with him. Luka always had been bold. Was as a child. Still is now. So the older male didn’t even hesitate to wrap an arm around his best friend. With any luck, it’d be viewed as another mother hen action, done to simply keep Quinnely warm. “This doesn’t make you uncomfortable does it? I mean I can let go. I just don’t want ya freezing your sorry ass off.” The werewolf glanced over the other’s expression for any signs of discomfort or question, but he hardly had the time to take anything in. There was a huge bang and then the tv and the small bedside lamp clicked off, leaving them in an almost pitch-black silence. The only noise for now was the sound of the pouring rain, pelting the roof and window.

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quinnely
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I'm broken

do you hear me?
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I'm blinded, 'cause

you're everything I see

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an uneasy chuckle allowed itself to slip past his lips, the small action allowing little comfort and shaking his shoulders slightly. "I know, right? watch out, I might just steal Amelia from you." a smile followed the laugh, lit up by the screen casting a blue hue across the room. now, Quinn couldn't say he was very surprised as Luka tucked him into the sheets, or when a strong arm was looped around his middle to pull him closer. they'd snuggled like this when they were younger, curled up in sleeping bags with a flash light and cheesy scary stories to tell. and it seemed natural to be close to his old friend again. but Quinnely's heart skipped a beat or two as he was held a few inches from Luka's chest, a comfortable embrace that seemed to fight off the fear caused by the squall. the warmth of the bigger boy melted the icy hold on Quinn's form, his tensed muscles loosening. now more relaxed then before, he huffed in amusement at Luka's no less than awkward statement, a warm puff of air through his nose. "Yeah, I'm fi-" he was cut off as an explosion of sound shook the house, causing the light in the room to shut off with a tick. the tv, the lamp, and the fan above them all stopped working. instead of jumping backwards, Quinn made a crying sound and closed the space between him and Luka, throwing his arms around the other boy and gripping his teeshirt with trembling fingers. his heart pounded louder than before, a fast thudding against his ribs that his buddy could surely feel. a sob rose in his throat, but Quinn swallowed it down and tried not to move, his body now pressed tightly against his friend's. worrying about Luka's level of comfort didn't come to mind, in fact he probably wouldn't listen if the other teen scolded him and told him to get off. the thunder was now a scary monster that Miles needed protection from. his fear of thunder hadn't originated for any reason in particular, the boy just didn't enjoy loud noises. thunder specifically. it had just always scared the living daylights out of him. maybe it was the power it seemed to hold, and the way it rattled the earth around it.

[foxes800]

-----Even when they were little tikes, thunder petrified Quinnely. He’d shut himself in his room, draw the blinds, and form a nest of covers so that only a head of brunette hair could be seen poking above the cocoon. Then, the boy wouldn’t budge an inch, leaving Luka to remain by the other’s side, rubbing in gentle circles along his back to comfort him. “Deep breaths, man. It’ll be over soon.” In fact, it wasn’t much different now. (Except the astraphobia had clearly escalated.) Luka was still right there beside him, rubbing his best friend’s back and attempting to soothe.
-----“Shhh… It’s okay. It’s alright. Just cover your ears.” The werewolf didn’t wait for Quinn to do as he was told, instead doing it for him as a couple blinding flashes of light lit the room and huge roars of thunder naturally followed suit. But as soon as the noise was reduced to the soft rumbles heard before another wave rolled in, Luka’s arms wrapped back around the smaller frame once again. “Do you want me to get a flashlight? We could retreat under the sheets for a while and hide out. Would that help any?” Of course, separating would be required in order for him to retrieve another source of light, and it was doubtful that the boy’d like the idea of being alone in the storm, especially since he was already on the verge of tears. Poor Quinn… When the eighteen year old had been hoping to be closer to his imprintee, he hadn’t had this in mind. Sure, Luka’d been counting mainly on the chills from the fever than the fear factor, but he still felt pretty guilty for wishing for this. What with the way his pal was trembling, choked up, and clinging to him for dear life. “Quinny, what on earth did you do in my absence? Did you find someone else to cuddle with ya during storms?” As stupid as it sounds, he wanted to double check that he hadn’t been replaced. (Jealousy was definitely up there on his list of bad traits.)

[bee]

(im so sorry for not posting, I've been inactive for a week or two u.u i'll work on it as soon as possible!)

[foxes800]

((It's perfectly fine, especailly after all the instances I've made you wait. Take all the time you need, tabby. c:))

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I'm broken

do you hear me?
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I'm blinded, 'cause

you're everything I see

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the hand on his back, comforting him from the snarling weather outside, was close to foreign for him. his parents never stayed with him during storms when he was a kid, so little Quinn had been forced to handle it with Luka instead. and once his buddy had moved away, all the ease of having a friend beside him was gone. not that they got storms very often, but when they did, the boy stayed by himself with his iPod and tried to block out the sounds of thunder. still terrifying, but less powerful with My Chemical Romance being forced into his ears. Quinnely heard Luka's soft words cooing that it'd all be alright, that it'd be over soon and he'd be fine. The smaller boy allowed himself to press his head against the dark brunette as hands were pressed over his ears, feeling the steady beat of Luka's heart. much steadier than his own hurried pulse, like a scared bird fluttering around inside of his chest. the repetitive thump was nothing like the music, but he found it to be more distracting. soon arms wrapped back around his smaller frame, and Quinn shook his head furiously at Luka's suggest of finding a flashlight. that would require moving, and there was no way he'd let his source of happiness leave. instead, Quinn unclamped a stiff hand from his friend's tee shirt and grabbed his phone from the bedside table, clicking on the screen and wincing as the sudden brightness burned itself into his eyes. he quickly flipped up the quick menu and tapped the flash light icon. the little light on the front of his phone came on, and he shut off his screen and set down his iPhone on the bed again. it cast a feeble little glow across the room, but better than complete darkness. Quinn allowed himself to take a deep, shaking breath, cuddling back up to Luka. at the question, he forced a sad chuckle, closing his eyes and resting his forehead against his friend's chest. "no. I had to survive through this hell alone. lucky me, no cuddles for Quinny Bear."

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-----As already-messy brunette locks were further mussed up by the frantic shaking of Quinnely’s head, a soft chuckle slipped past the werewolf’s lips. Followed immediately by a couple of gentle commands. “Take it easy. Stop moving. I know you don’t want me to leave, but you’re going to rattle your stomach. And even though I have no problem taking care of an ill and petrified human, I really don’t plan on getting puked on today.” Seriously, a simple no would have sufficed, but he supposed his pal wasn’t thinking very clearly. What with the storm and grogginess, courtesy of the flu.
-----Luka took a second to scan the room for distractions for Quinn, using the dim source of light cast from the iPhone, before he finally pulled the covers over their heads. The smaller space was more easily illuminated and therefore brighter. Hopefully, it’d help. “So… if your parents came home early and happened to walk past your room would they say anything? Or are they used to a giant, white, glowing cocoon on top of your bed?” The thought amused the eighteen year old. His signature lopsided grin quickly making itself known as he glanced down at his cowering companion. (Only to fade just as rapidly.)
-----Oh Quinn... It killed him to see his best friend scared half to death, and the imprinting obviously didn’t help. It simply added to the desire to protect and comfort. “I promise, Quinny Bear, you won’t get rid of me easily. I’ll always be here for ya. And during storms, I’m afraid you’ll just have to tolerate the attention. I mean somebody’s gotta make up for all of the cuddles you didn’t receive back in Tennessee.” Now if only he could be there for his best friend at school or in public in general. “Um.. As cheesy as it sounds, can you promise me something in return?” There was a long pause while Luka struggled with the wording and even debated continuing on. Except for the occasional rumble, the room had long since fallen silent before the werewolf chose to speak again. “Just… uh.. I need you promise me that you’ll at least try to remember times like these instead of the bad ones... No matter what happens... Pinkie promise like the good 'ol days?” Heaven forbid Quinn actually find out about his species. But maybe… maybe, if he was made to remember how much Luka cared about him and how much he worried over him, then his best friend might not be terrified or feel betrayed or angry. (Or whatever other negative emotions or feelings a human could experience after finding out their best pal for twelve years is a dangerous, mangy mutt.)

((Omg remind me never to write replies in the middle of the night. Ever. Luka either gets sappy or becomes depressed. :/))

[bee]

thank you so much for being patient with my laziness <3

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I don't know when

I lost my mind
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maybe it was when

I made you mine

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it was true that the sickly boy shouldn't be moving around, but luckily the shaking of his head hadn't rattled him terribly. and Luka's soft scolding to sit still reminded him of a scorning mother or loved one for a little kid that might have just tripped and gotten hurt after being told not to run. understood. Quinn wouldn't want to be puked on my his best friend, either. he made a mental note not to make quick or drastic movements, though he wouldn't want to anyway, his limbs had been drained of energy.
Quinnely smirked at the next question. his parents? "the glowing cocoon is quite normal, I read a lot on weekends with a flashlight under the covers. but I feel like discovering another male in my bed might be a little...ah, surprising?" he stifled a snort. it was nice how his long lost buddy could manage to make him a bit cheery when one of his worst fears was roaring and tearing through the neighborhood just outside. he'd truly missed this big doof when he was shipped away to Tennessee.
his smirk of amusement turned into a gentle smile of pleasure as he was both promised company during storms, regardless of if he wanted the cuddles or not. "what a shame we don't have storms more often." he muttered drowsily, trying to keep a chuckle from bubbling up. the fear of the storm was quickly fading. oddly, Luka stood as some sort of Slayer of Thunder for him, a knight in shining armor that he imagined would challenge anything that threatened Quinn.
the next subject threw the boy off guard. a promise that he himself would remember the good times they used to share instead of the currently crappy memories they were making. honestly, Quinnely had quickly forgiven and forgotten about the beating after school he'd received. Luka's heroic act of scooping him up from the side of the road and carrying his sad butt home had proved he did care, in a way. but a dumb oath that he'd make an effort to imagine them laughing and playing as kids and remembering Luka still enjoyed his company, all while he was being spat at and kicked and, well, bullied at school? "that's a little difficult, Lukes, when I'm being tortured by you and your buddies when other people are around." his green-blue eyes fluttered open and glared little holes into Luka's tee-shirt.

[foxes800]

((It’s no problem. C:
Lol but now I’m kind of tempted to have the parents come home early and make a big deal about it. xD))

-----Quinn’s amusement was a welcomed sight. Yet, Luka couldn’t help but feel that the source of amusement, his parents finding the werewolf in their son’s bed, was no laughing matter. The ‘rents would probably think something was going on between them, and they weren’t exactly the most understanding people. ( Not nearly as bad as his homophobic father, but still...) “Just surprising? Huh Quinny Bear? Sooo... when your father gets his shot gun out and tries to run me off the property, I should assume that he was simply caught off guard?” the eighteen year old teased gently, giving a stand of the other’s hair a shot tug (instead of risking a nudge to the side). “I’ll probably have to bring a ladder and break in from then on out, just so I don’t break my promise. In other words, if you hear knocking on your window, you should know what’s up. I’ll even be so kind as to use our secret knock from the days of playing in ‘the palace’.”
-----Looking back on it, those sure were great times, and he hoped that there’d be plenty more in the future, not just during storms. Guitar lessons could give them another excuse to hang out again. And maybe even a couple of parties too?... Luka’d work the details out later. Point was: he was determined to spend every second he could with Quinnely, to make up for the years he couldn’t be around and for the wrong he’d already done to the boy. “I know. I know. I wasn’t exactly referring to that...” I was referring to if, and only then, you’d find out my species. Can’t tell him that however.. “But, I don’t blame you, and I really don’t want to have to torment you, but...” Amelia. “I can at least try to get them to lay off you. Either way though, even if I tell them I don’t want to beat you up, they’ll still come after you. Ian’s as stubborn as an ox. Believe it or not, he’s even more stubborn than I am.” Realizing all this talk about the populars would probably bring his friend down again, Luka quickly switched to another topic. After all, why dwell on the bad? Especially when the other was ill. “So how long have you been interested in guitar anyways? And when do you want to begin lessons?... Oh and since Mr. Colemann will bug me about this, if I don’t ask... Are you also considering taking music class?”