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[allgotrabies]

Hey, it's Annie, you know what to do.

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[loveisall]

"Too many," he answers, apologizing for the blanket breach by stroking her hair. "Come on. Out of bed. At least walk with me to the couch."

[allgotrabies]

The same groan she always gives when she wakes up, but it's always playful. Even now. Equally playful is the light bite just under his ribs, before she gets up and throws on a long shirt.

"Let's watch something. I think it helps get us healthy faster."

[loveisall]

He smiles. "You didn't need to get dressed," he tells her. "I'm not." He crawls out of the bed and wraps himself in a blanket, heading out to the living room.

[allgotrabies]

"In that case," she happily tears it off again and pads after him, trailing another blanket even though she's going to try to sneak into his anyway.

Walking is painful with her spine still remembering it isn't severed, and her head remembering it isn't crushed. She's very glad to curl back up with him. "I wish we could order in food. And blood. Y'know, I like blood, too? Not as much as you. But. Blood desserts can totally be shared."

[loveisall]

"I'm certain Connor wouldn't mind making double," he tells her. And there's no sneaking involved. He wraps her up in his blanket. The television still has The Godfather in from earlier, when he had it on, and so he just starts it back up again because he likes the sounds of their voices.

"And Annie, about your offer earlier? About changing me once we're both home and settled? I think I would like that."

[allgotrabies]

She sits up so fast it makes her head swim and she barely notices. "Really?"

It was an honest offer, but one she was sure he would take as just a gesture of affection. And then she's hugging him as tight as their death tolling bodies will tolerate.

[loveisall]

He winces a bit but tolerates it. "I have been like this for so long, being human felt so odd. I cannot be a vampire, but being a wolf. With you? I think I can do that."

He wraps an arm around her.

[allgotrabies]

Her mind is flooded with such images, with the thought of him getting to experience it. He knows power--he's in fact more powerful than she or any other wolf is. But wolves get to have depths of emotion she has never seen in any other living being. The joy, the safety.

"I think you'll love it. We can still run through the storms, and we can play in the sun. We can cry at the moon. And we never have to hurt anyone."

[loveisall]

"I look forward to it," he tells her. "We can protect people. We can protect each other."

He leans against her. "I bet I can still outrun you," he teases lightly.

[allgotrabies]

"Those are fighting words," she nudges him, and then, "I can't wait till I can even think about running. Oh! Oh, I'm going to have to teach you to surf. I am. There's nothing like wolves surfing."

She lays her head on his shoulder. "D'you think you could design a tattoo for me?"

[loveisall]

"Perhaps," he thinks. "What are you thinking?"

He smiles. "I am not that good at anything yet, Annie. I mostly copy what I already see and make changes from there. But I could probably do it with some help."

[allgotrabies]

"I dunno yet. I just know I want one--something that lasts, that's not a scar. Plus," a playful look up at him, "Yours are sexy. I could use some sexy ink, too."

[loveisall]

He just laughs at that because she's ridiculous. "I think I know what I would put on you," he tells her. "Something I wish all of my friends would have on them."

[allgotrabies]

"What? Tell me. I could probably get some of them to do it, too." She has honed her talent for getting people to do absurd things but she is always looking for a challenge.

[loveisall]

"Vegvísir," he explains. "A compass. Meant to guide someone through rough weather, but it is also meant to lead them to the right path."

He closes his eyes, leans his head against her. "Is my sketchbook on your side there?" he wonders.

[allgotrabies]

"Mmm," checking, and coming back with it. "Yes. Show me what it looks like?"

[loveisall]

He turns to a clean page and sketches out the main bit of a vegvísir for her. It's all clean lines for now, but he'd want to make it pretty for her. Make it nice.

"Like this," he tells her.

[allgotrabies]

"I like it," tracing the lines with her finger. "I've never seen it before."

The question is where she could have it that wouldn't damage it when changing forms. She sits up, and shows him a space on her side over her ribs. "Here. That's where I want it."

[loveisall]

He nods. "Alright. How big?" he wonders, reaching over to brush fingertips along the spot.

And maybe playfully tickle her sides because the temptation is there and he desperately wants to feel better.

[allgotrabies]

"About th-" and then she's squealing with laughter, trying to squirm away and then closer and then rolling, pulling him with her off the couch.

[loveisall]

He laughs, letting her pull him just far enough to go tumbling off the couch and into a pile on the floor.

"You are a rowdy little pup," he grumbles, but there's nothing but amusement in his tone, even as he rubs the back of his neck.

[allgotrabies]

"Yeah," she grins. "But it's how I keep you young. If I wasn't around to roll around on the floor with you, you'd probably get grey hair."

[loveisall]

He sighs. "I wish I could," he tells her. "But at least I was changed when I was young. So when I'm human, I start out young. I have a whole life to lead and feel young. And get grey hair."

He pulls himself up.

[allgotrabies]

"And grow a beard," she teases, stroking his cheek. "I can't actually picture you with one. Or a moustache. I think it'd look like you were wearing a disguise."

[loveisall]

He laughs at that. "Honestly? I think that I would feel like I was wearing a disguise," he tells her, sitting back and closing his eyes as he pulls the blankets up around them again.