@howlofthewolf || Closed Starter

Symona was in the kitchen, putting her dishes in the sink from her late lunch. She smirks to herself when she heard the voice of her husband using that distinct canter and voice that he only uses when he is recording or streaming.

She opens the fridge and pours two glasses of brandy and walks on in to Jake's recording studio, allowing herself a moment to guage which game he is playing before she actually goes over.

After a couple bites into the breakfast, she looks over at her husband with a smirk. "So did i make or break your stream?"

“Make.” Wolf said with a blush.

Symona tsks. "Such a shame. i wanted to break it," she teases, kissing Jake on the cheek. "Should I try again the next time you stream?" she asks with a grin.

“If you must.” He pouted at that.

Symona chuckles. "You make it sound like torture, Jake."

He stuck his tongue out at her. 

"Oh, c'mon, i wasnt that bad, was I?"

“You embarrassed me in front of my viewers.” He said.

Symona smirks. "Maybe so, but something tells me you didnt mind it too much, m'dear."

He looked over at her, and pouted at that.

Symona leans over to kiss her husband's cheek. "You know I love you, right?"

@howlofthewolf || Closed Starter

Symona was in the kitchen, putting her dishes in the sink from her late lunch. She smirks to herself when she heard the voice of her husband using that distinct canter and voice that he only uses when he is recording or streaming.

She opens the fridge and pours two glasses of brandy and walks on in to Jake's recording studio, allowing herself a moment to guage which game he is playing before she actually goes over.

After a couple bites into the breakfast, she looks over at her husband with a smirk. "So did i make or break your stream?"

“Make.” Wolf said with a blush.

Symona tsks. "Such a shame. i wanted to break it," she teases, kissing Jake on the cheek. "Should I try again the next time you stream?" she asks with a grin.

“If you must.” He pouted at that.

Symona chuckles. "You make it sound like torture, Jake."

He stuck his tongue out at her. 

"Oh, c'mon, i wasnt that bad, was I?"

“You embarrassed me in front of my viewers.” He said.

Symona smirks. "Maybe so, but something tells me you didnt mind it too much, m'dear."

@howlofthewolf || Closed Starter

Symona was in the kitchen, putting her dishes in the sink from her late lunch. She smirks to herself when she heard the voice of her husband using that distinct canter and voice that he only uses when he is recording or streaming.

She opens the fridge and pours two glasses of brandy and walks on in to Jake's recording studio, allowing herself a moment to guage which game he is playing before she actually goes over.

After a couple bites into the breakfast, she looks over at her husband with a smirk. "So did i make or break your stream?"

“Make.” Wolf said with a blush.

Symona tsks. "Such a shame. i wanted to break it," she teases, kissing Jake on the cheek. "Should I try again the next time you stream?" she asks with a grin.

“If you must.” He pouted at that.

Symona chuckles. "You make it sound like torture, Jake."

He stuck his tongue out at her. 

"Oh, c'mon, i wasnt that bad, was I?"

Well, that came out of left field.

“… and if there’s anything I can do to help you avoid that, just ask,” he said gently. “Though surely being a photographer means you make more than enough to sustain your… natural lifestyle?”

Nadira looks up with a slight smile. “I will not need to be thief again,” she assures him. “Photography gives me money I am needing. I am knowing more of nature than when I escaped. I am able to forage and care for me without money, now. I only need money to have safe place to live, but I am not needing to stay on my land if I do not wish.”

“That’s good to hear.”

Jonathan smiled a bit to himself when he realized how relieved he was to hear that. Maybe it was the fact he had helped her recuperate thus far, maybe it was the tentative friendship- he wasn’t even sure she grasped the concept- they had, but he didn’t want to see her in any more danger than necessary.

“Well, whenever you are in the area, know that you are welcome to stay here,” he said.

Diguemo* glances down, hesitant. She's quickly grown accustomed to being around Jonathon. So the idea of leaving the comfort of her new companion is... almost startling. It makes her think of what had only just transpired earlier today. The way he held her and comforted her. The way she felt........... safe. And the strange feelings that had mixed with the bad ones that she actually...... she actually kinda liked those strange feelings. She isnt sure why, though. But somehow.... she doesnt want to leave.

".....thank you," she answers simply. Quietly.

“And end up as just another statistic? No, she loves the chaos. She’s careful, though if she gets much cockier, something will slip,” he said pointedly. Something about her tone seemed off. Perhaps she enjoyed someone “sticking it to the man.”

The bartender’s wording definitely catches her attention. She raises an eyebrow. Cockier. Hm. Almost as if he suspects something. Symona finally shrugs and takes a sip. “Could be right.” Then she gives another smirk. “You would think the police would have better things to do than look for someone who didn’t take anything.”

“It’s not what she took or didn’t take. It’s who she’s messing with. High-profile targets make the news, throw their weight around, get results. The longer this goes on, the more bees’ nests she kicks, the more likely she’ll get stung. And one sting is all her victims need to swarm her.”

She likes this guy. He's smart. And he knows how to mind his own. He is perhaps the first one who seems to put two and two together. And more importantly, he seems like he is the first one who gets it. Or, at least, is very close to getting it. He's close about the chaos bit but he is only just off the mark.

"You have some interesting ideas. What other theories do you have up your sleeve?" she asks, genuinely curious. She doesnt care if the theories are about her still or not- well she does, but she worded her question to deliberately be open for interpretation. If she focuses too much on the news she'll actually out herself and then her successful day will end and another.... adventure. would begin.

The Engineer opened the door, clearly getting ready to head home. He smiled to see who it was. “Ready?” he asked, turning back to the documents on his desk, which he neatly stacked and set in a briefcase.

“I hope today was fairly peaceful for you,” he said, picking up the case and walking towards the exit.

Cameron smiles. “It was…. interesting, to say the least,” she says with a slight nervous chuckle. “Put simply, I can see why my clients needed me to come by.”

“Oo.” The Engineer sucked air in through his teeth. “You are… safe during your sessions, I hope? I know some people around here have a… questionable mental state at best. I’d hate for something to happen to you in such a valuable, but honestly dangerous, line of duty.”

She gives a slight chuckle- only slight. "I never thought I would have to enforce a no weapons rule." Then with a little shake of the head, she brushes past that fact. "But dont worry. So long as theres mo weapons, I should be fine. I've had necessary training for when clients get a little too volatile. Safe and surprisingly effective methods designed to not harm anyone while de-escalating the situations."

I might want to brush up on those methods, again tho. Just to be safe. But Cameron keeps that thought to herself.

Send “That’s a new look.” to find my muse wearing something out of their comfort zone. Or “What do you think?” for mine to find yours.  -For Nadira

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Nadira’s face is flushed to nearly scarlet, which is saying something for someone of Nadira’s beautiful complexion. Her eyes are downcast as she tries to hide her embarassment. She would never wear shorts, let alone daisy dukes. And she would never wear a tank top this low.

Too bad for her, she wasn’t given an option after what happened to her own clothes. She had to resort to thievery at a campsite after that cub got too aggressive. She just hopes she can slip through Jonathon’s house unnoticed…

Jonathan was reading the newspaper when Nadira returned, looking up as she tried to sneak by. His eyebrows shot up in surprise when he saw just how she was dressed, chuckling a little sympathetically to see how very, very, extremely uncomfortable she was. “Would you like something to wrap up in?” he asked gently.

Her face just burns. “Yes, please,” she says quickly, arms wrapped around her waist in attempt to feel more covered.

He got up without another word, rummaging around in his linen closet until he found an old blanket. He draped it over her shoulders like a robe. “Something happened to your regular clothes, I take it?” he asked.

“For what little it’s worth, I think you look good in that outfit. Of course, your comfort comes first,” he said quietly.

Immediately, Nadira wraps the blanket around her. While she is still very flushed with embarassment, she does feel much better just having the blanket around her.

“There was a bear cub,” she answers quietly in attempt to explain away her humiliation. “He was playing with me, but bear claws are much like knives…” She trails off, figuring that is enough for him to piece together what happened.

“And knives do not mix well with clothes,” he finished, nodding.

“You know, Nadira, I could make you some leather clothes, if you like. They would be heavier than your normal clothes, but much tougher to cut.”

Diguemo* hesitates, this being the first time it's occured to her to wear leather.

"....are you knowing how to be making leather?" she asks curiously.

The Engineer cradled the frightened bird in his arms, giving her a single kiss on the forehead as he stroked her hair soothingly.

She was shaking, holding on to any comfort she could get… until he kissed her head, putting her brain and body on freeze, unsure what to do or how to handle or even register what he just did. A touch she is clearly unfamiliar with, however platonic he may or may not have meant it.

The way she froze at his touch of affection, more like one a parent would give a child then it was romantic in intent, told Jonathan it was a strange sensation to her. She would have continued crying otherwise. So he simply held her close, held her still, letting her process.

It takes her a few moments to determine its not a bad touch. It was just so…. Intimate to her. He had to be so close to do that. She still isnt sure what to think of it but it wasnt bad… And neither is this, his holding her. She….

…

She likes it.

Its such a startling thought to her, she involuntarily looks up to search Johnathon’s eyes, seeking an answer to something she doesnt understand.

Feeling her shift in his arms, he looks down at her. She was being open, vulnerable, questioning. He tilted his head slightly, a little puzzled by her being puzzled.

“Do you like this?” he asked gently, figuring that was a good place to start.

Diguemo* hesitates for a long moment before giving a slight, unsure nod. After another long moment, she manages to get some words out: ".....it is...nnot bad touch."

Nadira feels her face warm as a small, shy smile makes it way onto her lips… She breaks eye contact in attempt to keep whatever this feeling is under control.

It seemed to the Engineer that the hybrid was feeling a human emotion she had not before, at least that she could recall.

Looking down himself to make her feel a bit more at ease, he took one of her hands in his. “I trust you, too.”

His taking her hand sends a searing sensation through, stealing her breath. Diguemo* can feel her start to heart race. She is tense, sat still, but yet she doesnt show any sign of pulling away.

After what seemed to her to be an eternity (it was only a moment or two), her own hand holds his in return. The small action sends a flood of warmth through her soul. She still doesnt know what to make of it, but she is holding this precious moment, figuratively examining it as if it were made of glass as she tries to understand the feelings inside more clearly. Something has shifted- is shifting. And she is holding her breath to see what this strange thing becomes.

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