—— 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐌𝐎𝐍 .

[₃₁₄₉ @soverenyi]

my curse ╱ my blessing, my damnation ╱ my absolution.

[—— 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐌𝐎𝐍 . @MAWBITTEN]

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It’s about *𝐲𝐨𝐮.
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[𝑹𝙴𝚂𝚃𝐋𝙴𝚂𝚂 ... 🚬 @OHMAISCHER]

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he knows it's about him.
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[—— 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐌𝐎𝐍 . @MAWBITTEN]

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@OHMAISCHER ;
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[very baller cash money normal sane person @normal_ballerz]

WHERE is my fucking Fаggot

[—— 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐌𝐎𝐍 . @MAWBITTEN]

holy shit

*FOGGED OVER

Not dogged over

[—— 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐌𝐎𝐍 . @MAWBITTEN]

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“… s’not.”

Shepherd didn’t waste words—- never did. Instinct spoke louder than anything he could’ve put to language, creeping up from the marrow and drowning out pride.

He wasn’t built for confessions or labels. Hell, the whole idea of

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[𝑹𝙴𝚂𝚃𝐋𝙴𝚂𝚂 ... 🚬 @OHMAISCHER]

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the yank surprised him somewhat, wincing as he landed in a new sprawled position, but he had learned the skill of rolling with the punches. he lazily straightened into a more comfortable drape, cautious to avoid being stuck by any of shepherd's *𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱𝘦𝘳 bits.

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[—— 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐌𝐎𝐍 . @MAWBITTEN]

warm skin and telltale prey—- he may as well have been the one losing blood, mind all but dogged over.

[—— 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐌𝐎𝐍 . @MAWBITTEN]

@LUClOLES https://t.co/uGF6H9dl0w

🫃

[—— 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐌𝐎𝐍 . @MAWBITTEN]

still lingers there—- faint, but unmistakably his.

[—— 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐌𝐎𝐍 . @MAWBITTEN]

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“Wes—- *𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡.”

Shepherd’s hand snaps out, catching Wes by the wrist before yanking him downward. It’s graceless, all sharp elbows and long limbs as Wes collapses into his lap.

The shift in the lycan had long already been underway—- his human mask thinning,

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[𝑹𝙴𝚂𝚃𝐋𝙴𝚂𝚂 ... 🚬 @OHMAISCHER]

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clearly very tickled by the typically *𝘸𝘰𝘭𝘧𝘪𝘴𝘩 nature of his companion being drowned in alcohol, wes obeyed without much protest. he shed his jacket── throwing it across the room and completely missing the chair, his intended target.

not that he cared, he

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[—— 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐌𝐎𝐍 . @MAWBITTEN]

giving way to something more primal. Claws curl at his fingertips, fangs flash behind parted lips, and the first signs of fur bristle along his skin.

“… C’mere.” Shepherd’s voice drops to a growl as his teeth skim the edge of Wes’ jaw. The scent of his claim

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[—— 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐌𝐎𝐍 . @MAWBITTEN]

instincts always seemed to orbit around Wesley. He just wasn’t ready to pick at that too closely.

“… sit.” Shepherd grunts, voice rough. He doesn’t bother moving, only flicks a lazy hand towards him.

[—— 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐌𝐎𝐍 . @MAWBITTEN]

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Wes showed up right on cue, just as Shepherd had anticipated. It never took much to steer the guy, like tugging a thread and watching the whole thing unravel.

Though, if Shepherd were being honest, there was something a little telling about how his liquor-soaked

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[𝑹𝙴𝚂𝚃𝐋𝙴𝚂𝚂 ... 🚬 @OHMAISCHER]

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with the conversation coming to a predictably clatter-filled end, wesley's interest in his work had come to a similar conclusion. he leaned back in his chair for a moment, contemplating whether he should wait a few choice minutes as to seem nonchalant.

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[—— 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐌𝐎𝐍 . @MAWBITTEN]

https://t.co/uGF6H9dl0w

i’m double fisting wil muses rn

[—— 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐌𝐎𝐍 . @MAWBITTEN]

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( * Shepherd stubs out his cigarette, canting his head as a gesture for Héron to follow. )

( * There wasn’t any particular destination. Any half-decent dive would do, so he opts for the nearest one. )
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[𝑬𝚂𝙿𝚁𝙸𝚃 𝙳𝙴 𝑪𝙾𝚁𝙿𝚂。 @LUClOLES]

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(* the bluntness was much more amusing this time 'round, or perhaps it was just the mention of booze.

he perked up a little. )

I've been known to drink, yeah. are you offering?
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[—— 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐌𝐎𝐍 . @MAWBITTEN]

thudding against the couch’s backrest, eyes on the ceiling like it’d offer him sympathy.

[—— 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐌𝐎𝐍 . @MAWBITTEN]

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A sharp snort crackled through the receiver. Shepherd’s patience was already thin, and Wes wasn’t doing him any favors. He was in no mood for games. Though, when was he ever.

“Shut’th’fuck up—-“ he muttered, voice gravel, “Christ almighty, smarmy … lil’shit. M’

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[𝑹𝙴𝚂𝚃𝐋𝙴𝚂𝚂 ... 🚬 @OHMAISCHER]

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disturbed mid-late night writing frenzy, wes tucked the phone under his ear to continue his scribbling. he snorted loudly as shepherd's slurred gravel tone hit his ears, familiar enough with the lycan know when he was *𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘺 intoxicated.

the distraction was

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[—— 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐌𝐎𝐍 . @MAWBITTEN]

lockin’ my damn door in’a hour. So git y’r ass over here, or don’t.”

With that, he ended the call with all the energy equivalent of a phone slam, tossing the thing aside like it secreted annoyance. A long, exasperated growl tore from his throat as he leaned back, head

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