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[text] Oh it's for science? Well if it's for science...
[text] How long do you want to stay for Mon Beau Loup?
[text] Right? You can't say no to science, you're a doctor!
[text] I want to say forever...but two weeks would be lovely. Think we can manage that?
[text from Qhuinn] Sooooo....you know what they say about springtime in Paris right?
[text] Mmm...I'm not sure I recall...why don't you remind me?
[text] I don't remember either. So I think we should go and find out.
[text] You know, for science and all 😉
To: Jason Shaw- @professor-shaw
To: Quinten Sawyer- @quinten-sawyer
Merry Christmas my love...
Note to self take off the following days from work…
That was something he would ever get tired of seeing: watching the tension drain from Qhuinn's frame as she got around things she loved. Their pets and him as well. He had to tease her lightly, and she of course teased back. He let her great all the animals before he got to his feet and wove his way around the animals before he could pull her into a deep kiss. "Thought I would give them a headstart." He said softly, giving her a moment to bury her face against his chest, knowing that she always seemed to draw more calm from his scent.
"I've kicked out the other roommates, so we've got the place to ourselves. Dinner is taken care of." He answered, sweeping her into his arms. "Are you hungry now? Or do you want a little time to unwind before you eat? I know sometimes if you're too wound up, you're not always into food." He said, gently swaying with her in his arms, giving her time to think it over.
"You're so very thoughtful. I'm sure they acknowledge and appreciate your sacrafice" Qhuinn giggled, welcoming both the sight of her beloved coming towards her and the feel of his arms at least encircling her petite frame. She returned his kiss with all of the love in her before indeed snuggling against his broad chest. As always, his closeness and scent made the stress of the day simply melt into nothingness as she let out a content little sigh.
"Oh! Really? What's the occassion?" Qhuinn asked, as she was suddenly swept into Quinten's strong arms. Loving the spontenaity, she simply curled into him once more for a long moment before replying. "Mmm a glass of wine first would actually be perfect. What's for din-din though?" She asked. Remus, understanding the familiar term, barked as if to answer her. Or to ask Quinten when he got to eat, most likely.
Jason could feel her reaction, see the way that her whole face changed the moment she laid eyes on that bottle, and it honestly got him too..his eyes becoming misty all of a sudden. “Jesus christ, Qhuinn..” he shook his head with a laugh as he rubbed those off. “You’re very welcome.” His arm hadn’t even come off around her when she handed the bottle over him but Shaw did not need to think too much. “T-to my best friend..Clay, to us..and our pack. I might not know what the fuck I’m doing but I sur as hell hope I can become half the wolf you were.”
With a raise of his glass, Shaw took a long swing at it and hissed..feeling himself sink into place. “..do you really think he’d be proud..?”
For a moment Qhuinn was unable to speak. The sorrow enveloped them both as she turned into Jason, burying her face in his chest as she held on for dear life. They were both lost in their memories in that moment, missing those who had so needlessly gone before them. The small wolf downed her whiskey and let both the alcohol and all that it represented wash over her. "Well what were you expecting?" She managed to mutter, followed by a teasing "Hey wait..I thought I was your best friend?" Stretching onto her tiptoes, Qhuinn pressed a kiss to Jason's cheek before pulling back just enough to look up at him.
"I do. Truly. He loved you so much, and would be so unbelievably happy that you were finally officially 'one of us'. He'd always considered you family as it was" Qhuinn informed him, fresh tears rolling down her cheeks. "He'd be so fucking proud of you Jason"
For a moment Qhuinn was unable to speak. The sorrow enveloped them both as she turned into Jason, burying her face in his chest as she held on for dear life. They were both lost in their memories in that moment, missing those who had so needlessly gone before them. The small wolf downed her whiskey and let both the alcohol and all that it represented wash over her. "Well what were you expecting?" She managed to mutter, followed by a teasing "Hey wait..I thought I was your best friend?" Stretching onto her tiptoes, Qhuinn pressed a kiss to Jason's cheek before pulling back just enough to look up at him.
"I do. Truly. He loved you so much, and would be so unbelievably happy that you were finally officially 'one of us'. He'd always considered you family as it was" Qhuinn informed him, fresh tears rolling down her cheeks. "He'd be so fucking proud of you Jason"
[text] Jace: Hey, you. What's up?
Head tilted towards the sky, tongue out to collect the icy flakes falling from the sky when and where they could as it continued to sprinkle down around them, Auggie exhaled aloud. The fresh cold air felt so nice after being in classrooms, no matter how open and large they were. Being cramped in with a lot of people was never their forte to begin with, even if it was something they had to adhere to. It was just part of living among people. A creature that craved closeness in some capacity, especially in the cold like this. Body heat and all that. Something Auggie wasn't exactly the best at as is, which might've explained their desire to be out of the room, out of the building, and stretching their legs under the table in the Quad they were occupying.
With the holiday's approaching, the hollow darkness that always settled in around this time was creeping in yet again. It was never the same this time of year without having someone he was somehow attached to, to depend on for the sake of the silent mourning process he took to remember his sister. No one to hold his hand, or even hold him while he sat beneath his cloud. Now he was amongst strangers, depending on only himself. Something he had done before, but it had been a while. He had to remember how to do it all by himself again, and that wasn't sitting right with him.
The stark white dove that settles on the table, shaking her feathers and tilting her head up at him read: stop being sad, my child, and go make friends. Although he couldn't hear her voice literally, the tone is familiar enough that his mind supplies it on its own. "I've never made friends before," they argue, brushing the snow off of their notebook where they had been re-writing notes that had been rushed at the end of class, "so forgive me if I don't know how to go about this like a person might." The dove coos, pecking at the back of his hand, causing them to huff but not flinch. "I know, I know. No excuse. Just do it."
Flipping the page in his notebook to a blank page, they tap the end of the pen against it before standing again, and drawing the black jacket collar up around their ears. To protect their ears from being pecked at if anything, as the dove flutters from the table and settles on their shoulder. Moral support, perhaps.
Squaring off, Auggie pushes through and approaches the first person that appears from the falling snow, notebook and pen in an iron grip. "Hi, hello - excuse me." A clearing of their throat, a subconscious nervous habit they were falling back into since they were alive. "I am required to come up with some holiday themed recipes for the culinary class I'm taking. Perhaps I can take a moment of your time to fire off some questions so I know what exactly the pallet is of my fellow Islander's? Nothing off the table." Clicking their pen open once more, ignoring how the dove rustles her feathers as if adding her own intimidation tactic to get the other person to do it or else.
"Don't mind the chicken, she's clearly only using me for my body heat. I was thinking of cooking her personally, but⎯"
"Alright, alright! I know you're excited but slow the eff down a bit would ya?" Qhuinn giggled, as she struggled to keep up with a very energetic and very excited Samoyed. Honesty she couldn't blame Remus, as she was just as happy to see the snow. It had been years since this had happened on the island and was a welcome sight after all of the storms and destruction. Cheeks rosy and smile bright, she finally got control over her rambunctious and beloved dog as they continued on their way.
When a young man approached her, Qhuinn greeted him with a warm smile. Which only grew as he talked. "Well! You can to the right person, if I may say so myself" She giggled. "I can talk about food and cooking literally all day long. Just ask him" The wolf grinned, reaching a hand down to both affectionately ruffle the thick white fur of Remus..and make sure that he didn't suddenly bolt after the dove that was perched on the man's shoulder.
"And I'll start by saying that he's far too cute to cook" She chuckled. "I'm Qhuinn, and this is Remus! Can I buy you a cup of coffee or something? We can go to my bakery and have a nice chat"
