Another Trip [Open]

Alight sigh escaped Peter’s lips when the new werewolf asked him if he had any idea why there were so many werewolves/werewolf packs around town. ”That, my dear, is a very long story that probably shouldn’t take place in a cemetery,” he told her, trying to be both polite and also secretive. If she really wanted to know, she could ask him again later when the two of them were not in a cemetery. She then said that she hoped they weren’t at each other’s throats soon. ”One of the Alphas will do what he can to make sure that people in Beacon Hills stay safe. It’s his job as the resident Alpha. He prefers democracy over war,” he told her, being honest about Scott. The boy was rather intelligent for his age and he was doing his best to do what was right for the town and for everyone in it, which Peter thought was extremely good of him…despite how the two didn’t exactly talk all that often.

The snarl that escaped Peter had been quite, but Caelyn had caught it. She asked him about not wanting anymore interruptions. ”Not exactly,” he muttered to himself, eyes narrowed in the direction of the strong, almost choking scent that they gave off. It was disgusting to find someone who was so…unchecked in their emotions and feelings, especially for someone who knew about werewolves and knew how many of them were in town. It was irritating. The boy hadn’t been gone for that long, not that Peter was all that fond of him to begin with. He made his niece and nephew weak, even if Talia loved having him around, which made him roll his eyes when he heard her mention it. Still, he kept his mouth shut as Caelyn stated that her knowing him was a relief. Peter didn’t think so, but Peter also didn’t feel like explaining over and over again what happened to his family and how he himself was not strong enough to protect them and was weak enough to succumb to a need for revenge that cost him his niece’s life.

Peter told Caelyn who he was and she stated that she could smell his grief. The werewolf nodded his head. It was suffocating how much his emotions were coming off of him. The girl asked him if it was always so open with his emotions. ”Typically. He used to have them in check but he left for whatever reason several years ago. Laura had been…upset with his departure, but she was strong and went and did her own thing,” he told her before he strained his hearing to hear Morgan curse his attractive nature in Gaelic. It made Peter growl. As though that punk had any right to assume that Peter was trying to woo a young girl in a cemetery. There were many things wrong with that assumption, so Peter would just be angry about…well…all of it.

Tag; @lenara & morgan
Words; 497
Notes; Ah, Peter, how I love you

Morgan’s icy persona that was reserved for dealing with arsenic people like Peter and he might have become ticked off when hearing the remark Typically. He used to have them in check but he left for whatever reason several years ago. Laura had been…upset with his departure, but she was strong and went and did her own thing,” followed with the growl. Note it was safe to say Morgan was and is still in the dark about the Hale’s being werewolves. The never of Peter to outright lie to the girl about who left who when it was Laura who disappeared on him and not the other way around, leaving him in the dark on where she and Derek where had ripped open the wounds fresh for the fire even more. Morgan recalled Peter and Talia arguing over how he made Laura and Derek weak or not. Peter being the one who thought that and Talia against it in the first place saying that he made the stronger. Not that they knew he was listening in as he always had exceptional hearing back before he knew he was not human. Regardless if Peter wanted to talk Morgan was getting his answers.

Morgan rose an eyebrow when he thought he heard a growl but he was unsure where it came from and he began to approach Peter and the girl and he smirked at the girls fluent Gaelic finding it refreshing to hear some one to speak the tongue of the Tuatha Dé Dannan. So Morgan felt he should just let it out in the open. “Oh I quite agree that there is nothing wrong with a handsome face, I was merely commenting on the Hale genetic pool and how unfair it is they must be so dreadfully attractive” He returned her peevish smile with a playful wink before locking his gaze with Peter’s.

“Long time no see Peter… still telling straight out lies I see” He fixed an icy stare at Peter before continuing addressing Peter. “I have the feeling you might be able to put in perspective what my old man is not telling me about the events of the last few months to a year?”

Tag; Peter Hale @lenara
Words; 367
Notes; Peter is busted XD

Peter nodded at her words, but didn’t say anything until commenting on Scotts pack with a chuckle. And what a pack it was… Lyn shook her head at the list he gave her. Some, alright. Banshees weren’t so bad once you got past their unnerving habit of showing up at crime scenes and the deafening screams. But they were useful in their own way, and certainly not the worst of people, usually. Werecoyotes… well, she supposed it was rather arrogant to assume that wolves would be the only werecreatures around. She didn’t know too much about the other kinds – there were some sort of werejaguars or something in the south and probably all sorts of others all over the world. Coyote was a new one on her, but not all that weird once you thought about it. She didn’t like coyotes much, but that was just her opinion. That left Humans and Kitsune. Humans… that one made her frown. She didn’t like it. They couldn’t be trusted to know about their kind, and the supernatural world in general. Those that did too often ended up becoming Hunters or worse. And as for Kitsune… how one of them was part of a wolfpack was completely beyond her. Wolves and foxes didn’t get along, period. That was a fact. They were just too different. And why were there japanese fox spirits around anyway?
“Werecoyote? Haven’t heard that one yet.” She shook her head a little. “And hasn’t anyone told him that wolves and foxes don’t get along?”
Really, sometimes people amazed her. What was he thinking, risking to disrupt his pack like that? Some creatures were just too different to work together, at least in her opinion.
“He doesn’t, by any chance, plan to add a Kanima to the collection?” she finally asked, her voice lightly sarcastic. “Or maybe a wendigo?”
Her opinion couldn’t be made clearer, but she didn’t care too much. She couldn’t hide that for too long anyway, and anyone was entitled to their own opinions, after all. “Well, at least it can be safely assumed he isn’t a racist,” she added with a chuckle. “How does his emissary deal with all of that?”

Caelyn could feel the hostility between the men and sighed inwardly. Now this was going to be fun… So far, she couldn’t find anything seriously wrong with either of them. Sure, Peter might not have stuck entirely to the truth, but he had been honest and open enough with her, and his reaction to her intrusion had been about as friendly as anyone could be expected to react, if not better. She didn’t trust him, not yet, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t appreciate the man for what she had so far seen of him. And as for Morgan… she had to admit it was hard for her not to like him, mainly for two reasons: It had been ages since she had last heard someone speak the language so good and it was a piece of home that she never would have suspected to find in a place like this, and then it was simply not easy to dislike someone who smelled to damn good. On the other hand, of course, his comments on Peter, whom she had rather liked so far, didn’t exactly speak in his favor, and for Pete’s sake, couldn’t he just get his emotions in check, please? She really didn’t like to pry or anything, but he practically forced it on her!
So here she was now, standing in the middle of a dispute between people she barely knew, and entirely uncertain what side to take should it come to the worst. Great.
Still, she couldn’t help but grin at Morgan when he continued to complain how unfair it was that the Hales were all so attractive.
“Oh, unfair it certainly is. But then, I have found that life is seldom fair. And considering that attractive people seem to flock together, it isn’t so surprising that there should be families like that.”
That, and then being a werewolf seemed to help a little with it, and if it was only the physique and healing abilities.
She pulled a bit of a face when he called Peter a liar, ruining the mood again. Well, she would stay out of this, as long as neither of the two physically attacked the other. This was between them and clearly went way back. Not her problem.

Morgan asked what had happened the last year or so, and as that was something Lyn was also interested in, she visibly perked up at the question, paying more attention while before she had tried to blend the starting argument out. But it didn’t seem like either of them would get any more answers today as Peter said something about having to work. It wasn’t exactly a lie, but still… it felt as if he just wanted out of the situation, and while Lyn couldn’t exactly blame him, she wished he wouldn’t. There was still so much she needed to find out, and she really had started to appreciate his company. “Hope the kid won’t give you too much trouble, then” she told him as he started to move away, offering a last smile. “Maybe I'll see you around?” Considering the size of the town, it could safely be assumed their paths would cross again soon enough. And if not, she would have to help a little. Peter still owed her a story, after all.

She fell silent for a while, merely watching the stars, then she looked back at Morgan. “It is good to hear someone speak the language so well.” And it was. Druids knew some Gaelic, of course, but with Philippe only speaking Breton Gaelic, it had been difficult on both of them and they had usually just resigned to using English or French. It had been two years since she had actually used the language of her childhood, and for a moment she had to fight back the memories it brought. “Where did you learn?” It was as well an attempt at conversation as any with someone she literally knew nothing about. At least it (hopefully) kept well away from any painful memories for him. Lyn really wasn’t sure if she could take any more of that.

Tag; (Peter Hale), morgan
Words; 1084
Notes; Awkward awkwardness is awkward… well, she’s trying. Also, this got a little out of hand <.< You really don’t have to match the length^^

Lyn raised a brow at Morgan’s comment on Peter’s teeth. He obviously didn’t know then. She had to be careful. But then, she always had to be, so it wasn’t really a change. Of course, she knew that Peter was making excuses, but she could understand why. The tension between these two was almost unbearable, and so she ignored that obvious fact, as well as the way he ignored any further question she might ask. It was his good right to leave when he felt uncomfortable in Morgan’s company, and that was that. She would find her answers alone, if she had to, but for now, she still planned to continue this conversation another time.

L yn sighed at his use of the past tense. “Too bad I never got to meet them.” If Peter was the black sheep of the family, they sure were something. “My grandma knew the family, so I heard a few things, but I was still too young at the time.” That wasn't exactly a lie. Her grandmother had, in her lifetime, known the Hale Pack, and her Aunt after her. And then there had been all those incidents. Whatever had killed most of the Hales; the fire and Hunters that eliminated her family. And now there was nothing left but dusty memories and a few stories.

When he told her he had picked up Gaelic faster than English, she chuckled. “And I always thought I was the weird one for having less trouble with Gaelic than English. Good to know that at least I'm not the only one.” She shook her head, recalling her siblings’ reactions when once again she had slipped to Gaelic without even noticing. “Icelandic, huh? You seem to have a thing for not so common languages.” It wasn’t one she had learned, although she had always found it fascinating. Well, maybe one day she would. In recent years, she had discovered a thirst for knowledge she had been unaware of in her youth, and with every language she spoke, there were new doors opening. “I always found it to be quite an interesting language, but I’m afraid I never did get around to learning it. It isn’t the easiest to find a teacher for.” And learning a language all on your own, with no one to practice with was more than just hard. She had tried that with Japanese, but for that, at least, it was easy to find reference material these days.

Tag; morgan
Words; 421
Notes; Sorry it took me so long, life's been a bit busy.

Fire! Lyn winced, tensing visibly when Morgan mentioned a fire. “Why does it always have to be fire?” It took her every ounce of control not to turn into a trembling, possibly sobbing mess on the spot, but it was obvious that she was badly shaken. For a while, she fell silent, not trusting her own voice, but after a few moments, her breathing stabilized and she regained control. “I wouldn’t say I understand… it is probably different for everyone. But yes, I lost people.” Everyone she had ever cared about was closer to the truth, but he was right… he didn’t need to know everything, and she’d really rather not talk about it right now.
“Thank you… and to you as well.” So that was the loss she had smelled earlier. She understood a little better now. Loss like this could overwhelm anyone, even after years. Yes, it was disgusting, suffocating, to have to smell it, but she could understand.
“To lose your family… that’s not something anyone should have to go through.”

Lyn couldn’t be happier about the change in topic. Certainly, she had come to the cemetery to remember, even if there was no grave for her to visit. There never would be. But talking about it wasn’t something she particularly enjoyed, not even something she usually did at all, and yet she had mentioned it twice today already. Enough was enough. And besides, they could both use the distraction. At his words, she raised a brow. “Now, that’s a new one to me. Some come easier than others, certainly, but I wouldn’t say any new language ever sounded ‘right’ to me… confusing usually fits the bill.” She shook her head. Morgan was a little weird, but interesting enough to keep her here. There was something intriguing about him.
“I rather expected it to be that way… well, I’ll just have to postpone any plans on learning then.” She sighed, then tilted her head. “I’m not sure, I’ve been traveling around for a while, looking for the right place to start over, and it just… felt right.” She shrugged. “There is something about this town that drew me in. What about you? What brought you back here after… six years, was it?”
A passing glance at Talia’s headstone confirmed her suspicion. Six years since the fire… But would any amount of time ever be enough to cope with the loss?

Tag; morgan
Words; 415
Notes; N/A

She could still see her little sister, fighting against the wolfsbane for hours before dying, could still hear her mother’s screams. Would she ever live down all the grief and guilt she felt?
With a jerk of her head, she forced her reeling emotions under control, just as she felt the onset of the shift. How could she lose control like this? She had to get a grip, or she would reveal what she was. What was the matter with her?
Once she had calmed down enough to take note of her surroundings once more, she could see the understanding in his eyes, and even more sadness.
“Probably, I couldn’t say…. It is bad enough to lose everyone you care for once. I’m not sure I could do it again.” Her amber eyes were full of sympathy now. Like she had said, she couldn’t possibly understand his grief – she had realized that the moment he had closed in on the cemetery – but she could smell it, could see the emotions mirrored in eyes and posture and hear it in his voice, and that was enough to give her a fair idea of what he was going through and had gone through already.
“Nobody should have to go through that.”

Lyn tilted her head at Morgan’s sigh, before listening to his story, about how his brother had been kidnapped by a psycho murderer – or not. And frowned when he said that she might be familiar with such things if his guess was right. This wasn’t good…
“Well, I’m certainly not on familiar terms with any murderers.”
But even as she tried to put it off with a joke, she knew he had probably already seen through her.
When he did ask, she focused on his heartbeat and any small sign of a lie or danger to her that his body might give away, but there was nothing except honest curiosity. He wasn’t lying when he said he wanted to help her – only would he still want that once he knew what she was? Most people didn’t react to well to the fact that someone turned into a wolf every once in a while.
But then again, he wasn’t human either, was he?
Finally, after the silence had stretched for several moments, she sighed.
“Alright, what gave me away? And, while we’re at it… I assume the same goes for you?”
She wasn’t tense per se, but she was ready to defend herself if necessary. Years of vigilance weren’t just put aside by a few words, no matter how sincere.

Tag; morgan
Words; 441
Notes; N/A

Lyn tilted her head at him when he chuckled, saying that he doubted it had actually been a murderer, and suspected something much fouler. And she agreed, even though she wouldn’t voice it. In Beacon Hills, nothing would surprise her much anymore. The town was basically crawling with werewolves and all kinds of other creatures, it would be almost a miracle if there weren’t at least one or two darker creatures or spirits around. She wasn’t about to talk to these kinds of things to just anyone though, so she shrugged it off. “Maybe.”

The fact that she found only honesty and kindness didn’t calm her much, but at least she wasn’t so on edge that she would snap any moment when he asked his question. With anyone else, she would have taken at least a defensive position when they would start to ask questions, but somehow, no matter how wary she was of strangers, she felt that Morgan at least wouldn’t use this knowledge to harm her…yet. He confirmed that moments later, and again, she could only feel truth in his words.
“Maybe, maybe not. It is not something you drop easily after certain experiences.” She gave away more than she had to, but he had probably figured out at least part of it anyway. Entire families didn’t just drop dead from one day to the next.

“Werewolf would be the more common term. You seem quite well informed.” When he mentioned her eyes, she cursed under her breath. So much for her control… Lyn couldn’t believe how far it had deteriorated after the fire. “Still, not many would have noticed.”
Most humans would have just put it off as their imagination, and even among supernatural beings, not all would have noticed the split second change.
“What are you, then?”
The last question was partly to shift the subject away from her, but mostly just out of deep sated curiosity. She hadn’t come across anything like him yet, and after spending years studying the various supernatural beings, that was saying something. She rapidly skimmed through what she knew off Nordic and Celtic mythology – the most likely source according to his choice in languages – but for the life of her, she couldn’t quite put her finger on it. How she wished to have access to some of Philippe’s books now. She was certain the answer to this puzzle was somewhere in there. It was amazing how many of the old legends that people put off as pure imagination actually held truth, and more than most would expect, although often twisted by time and storytelling. She would have to build up her own library now...

Tag; morgan
Words; 446
Notes; That's good.