~Atlas~ wrote:Skylar (phone post)
Mason considered her for a moment, his intelligent eyes flickering and his head tilted. Ultimately, he decided that they shouldn't go. Skylar's sensibility agreed, since the risks were high to leave at such a time. However, she was slightly disappointed. She noticed Mason squeezing his fingers as Skylar's breathing got worse. Was she making him nervous? Her asthma was another reason why Mason thought it would be unwise to leave. It was true, as her asthma was bad enough inside, where it wasn't even half as cold. Still, she felt annoyed that her asthma got in the way of what she wanted to do, as always. Mason tried to get her to sit down, with authority in his voice. She knew to listen to him, as he only wanted to make sure that she was okay. "Alright, if you say so," she said with a slight sigh about sitting down. "Do you want to go back downstairs? And yeah, you're right about not going now. It could be pretty dangerous, plus we never asked Farion or Dekotah. I can't wait for tomorrow tho-," her voice broke off as she felt her lungs tightening even more. In an effort to release the tension, her lungs caused her to cough. Skylar ducked her head into the crook of her arm as she coughed painfully, wincing at each sharp expulsion of air. She knew she was probably making Mason nervous, and she knew that this was a mild asthma attack. She pulled her rescue inhaler out of her pocket and placed it in her mouth as soon as she was able to momentarily stop coughing. She sent two puffs of medicine down her throat and held her breath for a few seconds to ensure that she didn't breath the medicine out. Finally, she was able to control herself. "Sorry Mason," she apologized with a whisper. "If I'm making you nervous, you don't need to stick around," she explained, her cheeks red with embarrassment.





~Atlas~ wrote:
❈ Skylar Woods ❈ ||
||Age~ 17 ||
|| Position~ Hunter
||tagged~ Mason
|| Feeling~ Comfortable, concerned ||
||Location~ Living room ||
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Her pale blue eyes widened in response to Mason's firm denial. "I'm not?" she responded, her shock clearly visible on her face. He still looked worried, and Skylar felt guilty for being the cause of it. However, his anxiety wasn't triggered, and for the most part he looked like he wasn't going to leave. She couldn't mistake or dismiss when he laid his hand on her shoulder. His eyes studied her body, looking for any signs that she'd need any help. She hated appearing so helpless in front of him, yet she knew he didn't really mind. For once, she felt herself finally relaxing, thus her asthma symptoms decreasing a bit. "You don't need to be worried Mason," she murmured with a trace of a smile. "I'm okay, really," she insisted with a bigger smile. his concern wasn't needed, but it felt slightly nice.
He still looked quite tired, and Skylar was starting to feel her energy fading away as well. Her eyes fell to the ground, avoiding his when he placed his hand upon her shoulder. She didn't want him to see the enormous blush that had appeared on her face, or the shocked, awkward, and timid mix of emotions. When he suggested the house, she allowed herself to pull her eyes up from the floor a bit. "We can do that, sure," she agreed, for once knowing she'd rather sit down for a bit. Although she'd been looking forward into heading into town, some nice downtime with Mason would be very relaxing as well.
She made her way over to the worn old couch and curled up her knees to her chest. Once again, she was struggling with the necessarily function to breath. Since she'd just used her inhaler, though, she knew she probably shouldn't use it again fro a it, unless there was a dire emergency. Simply, she'd just have to hold it out. Perhaps Mason's calming presence would help her out? She left space open for the boy and grabbed some blankets sitting nearby her. After his anxiety attack, Skylar was slightly curious about him. How long had he had anxiety, and were his attacks always so bad? It was scary, watching him be so terrified, and she hoped it wouldn't happen again anytime soon. "Want to sit here?" she suggested, once again feeling very awkward.
➳Judd Harris➳ ||
||Age~ Nineteen ||
|| Position~ Beta ||
||tagged~ Open ||
||Feeling~ Annoyed
||Location~ Town ||
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To his mild surprise, his plan had gone off without a hitch. Both of the werewolves affirmatively responded, looking relieved to be out of his presence with a bit. It hurt him, seeing how the other two (and most of the pack) didn't want to be anywhere near him. Sure, he'd been grumpy and mean lately, but couldn't they see how he was feeling? Did they really not care? He was brought out of his pity party, though, when Vee set out a timeframe for meeting. "Yeah, half hour's good," he grunted, not really feeling the need to say much more on the subject. What would he do all alone though? Although he'd waned solitude, he found himself wishing for interaction with his pack members.
He forced himself to turn around and leave the two lovebirds together with each other. A scowl was still etched on his face, this time out of jealousy. Why didn't anyone like him? He was attractive, high-ranked, and cool. However, he didn't realize that his jealous and grumpy personality might be a contribution to everyone's dislike of him. When he got inside of the store, he put pn his hood to obscure his face and draw minimal attention to himself. His eyes searched the shelves, throwing any food or useful items into the backset. He received a few wary looks from strangers, but he was left alone, for the most part.


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