familyfang:
Hesitantly her lips brushed over his and then she nodded. “I’ll call…or you could come sit near by…” She chewed on her abused lips some. Charlie was about as uneasy about leaving his side as he was about leaving hers. She wandered off, dirty and naked, to the bathroom and slid nose deep into the water and closed her eyes a moment before taking off the battered glasses and dunking down. A layer of grime probably floated up off her body, the water turning a bit off colored, but still translucent. She broke the surface, leaned her back gently against the edge of the tub and sat there.
He knew to stay near; he wanted to stay near. Hanna allowed her to have some privacy but he sat right by the bathroom door, just grateful to hear another soul in the house again. “Is the water too hot? Too cold? I, uh… I kinda forgot how you like it.” God, that felt stupid to say. How do you forget something so simple? Hanna supposed his mind had done odd things while he’d been alone, as it was apt to do. He was used to loneliness but that never made the sting of it hurt any less.
“I missed you.”
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falkinghannacross:
familyfang:
Charlie rested her head on his shoulder and found herself sliding off the couch and the rest of her body collapsing onto his lap. She listened to him, and she knew it was real, and she clung even tighter, amazed at what strength she had, even now. “I…don’t know. Far….she took me far, and…I had nothing…nothing….no ID or wallet or anything to help me get home…she ….she had me for a long time.” She said, he voice dry, soft, and whisper. It faded and she trembled lightly, like a quake of realization. “Lost so much time…I…got enough money to…I tried…I got a hold of Jayce….took him a few hours to find me. Brought me in last night.” Her arms slowly loosened and she could feel her heart pounding in her chest, and ears and head…everywhere. It felt so loud, she thought Hanna could probably hear it.
“I…I’m so….so sorry.” She murmured her gaze falling.
Hanna didn’t mind at all supporting her, holding her up like she’d done so many time for him. He listened and realized just how far away she’d been, how lost she’d been. “Shhh, it’s okay now. I… I’m sorry I couldn’t find you. I tried. I’m sorry.” After gentle kisses on her cheeks, he stood up, taking Charlie with him. “Here… you should get outta these clothes… I can run a bath for you. And I can cook up someth— er… I could order some food.”
“A bath…sounds so fucking fantastic.” She said making herself laugh some as she lets him move her. Once in the bedroom, she asked him to help her out of what she had on. The clothing count was: 1 old beaten leather jacket she had found on the street, 1 grimey batman sweater, 1 green shirt, 1 white shirt, messed up dirty jeans, a pair of leggings and worn out hightops. Her exposed skin looked much darker than the parts that had been covered, mainly because of dirt. She hugged herself gently and looked around the room lightly.
Gentle hands assisted Charlie in removing the filthy clothing; he’d try to wash it later, try and salvage it all. He left for just one moment to start the bath. After several minutes, the heat from the water hung in the air in a relaxing, spa-like environment. “Should be ready about now. Need help getting in and out…? I’ll be close if you need me,” he said reassuringly more to himself than to her. He couldn’t stand to lose her again.
familyfang:
Charlie rested her head on his shoulder and found herself sliding off the couch and the rest of her body collapsing onto his lap. She listened to him, and she knew it was real, and she clung even tighter, amazed at what strength she had, even now. “I…don’t know. Far….she took me far, and…I had nothing…nothing….no ID or wallet or anything to help me get home…she ….she had me for a long time.” She said, he voice dry, soft, and whisper. It faded and she trembled lightly, like a quake of realization. “Lost so much time…I…got enough money to…I tried…I got a hold of Jayce….took him a few hours to find me. Brought me in last night.” Her arms slowly loosened and she could feel her heart pounding in her chest, and ears and head…everywhere. It felt so loud, she thought Hanna could probably hear it.
“I…I’m so….so sorry.” She murmured her gaze falling.
Hanna didn’t mind at all supporting her, holding her up like she’d done so many time for him. He listened and realized just how far away she’d been, how lost she’d been. “Shhh, it’s okay now. I… I’m sorry I couldn’t find you. I tried. I’m sorry.” After gentle kisses on her cheeks, he stood up, taking Charlie with him. “Here… you should get outta these clothes… I can run a bath for you. And I can cook up someth— er… I could order some food.”
I have a not so secret addiction to Milkbones. Also, pupperoni and beggin strips are pretty delish too. And before you ask, yes, I can and have eaten dogfood. Purina is the best in my opinion.
Dude, Beggin’ Strips are tasty I mean what.
Pretty neat!
Eurgh. No, I don't really wanna talk about it. It's a bad memory.
Oh, ‘m sorry. It’s all good! So, uh… d’you eat dog treats?
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falkinghannacross:
She didn’t move, too far in the comfort of sleep to hear, but the slight rise and fall of the jacket on her showed she was at least alive. Maybe she’s respond to touch, either Hanna would wake her, or the ache of hunger would.
He noticed signs of life and he approached quietly, slowly. Hanna knelt down beside her and gently laid a hand on her shoulder. In a soft yet choked voice, he spoke. “Charlie…? Charlie, c’mon…” Tears formed in his eyes but didn’t fall. He scanned her for any new or old wounds.
She gave a soft groan, as anyone might when being slowly woken up. Her head shift up, in a sort of sideways incline, slowly her eyes opened, looking through dirty and scuffed up crooked glasses. It took her a few moments to focus. Then she seemed to shoot up into a sitting position in a panic, forgetting that Jayce had brought here here, but only for a moment. Dull blue eyes focused intently on Hanna before she leaned forward, arms wrapping around his neck and half collapsed into him. Charlie didn’t trust herself to speak, no, not yet. The poor girl probably smelt like how she lived recently, she smelt like the street, gasoline, dirt and body odor. Things she had forgotten, even for a few minutes, matter to most people. She was definitely thinner, a bit dryer, the look of a wilting sunflower, but she clung to Hanna like he was her water.
“G-God, I thought you…” He held her in a hug, not caring at all how she smelled or anything like that. It was her. It was Charlie. She was home and alive and that’s all that mattered to him. Hanna buried his face in her curls and nearly sobbed. “I-I thought I lost you.” He just stayed there, holding her, never wanting to let go. People generally left for good when it came to Hanna. But for her to come back, the only person he ever really loved… it was a miracle.
“Where… Where were you?”
COOL! So, got any questions for me? Most people are freaking curious as hell about my werewolf-ism on the occasion I let people know *cough*oraccidentallyshiftwithoutmeaningto*cough*.
Yeah, I am actually kinda curious about how you became a werewolf… I mean, if you don’t wanna say, that’s cool.
She didn’t move, too far in the comfort of sleep to hear, but the slight rise and fall of the jacket on her showed she was at least alive. Maybe she’s respond to touch, either Hanna would wake her, or the ache of hunger would.
He noticed signs of life and he approached quietly, slowly. Hanna knelt down beside her and gently laid a hand on her shoulder. In a soft yet choked voice, he spoke. “Charlie…? Charlie, c’mon…” Tears formed in his eyes but didn’t fall. He scanned her for any new or old wounds.
[Hanna wriggles away from the other Hanna and shifts into human.] Heh! Yup, I'ma werewolf. So, feel free to ask me questions if you want. Cuz, like, I got some for you. Like, are you from here? And *sniff* Oh! You're 24, same age as me! Gnee! Do you say "Gnee"? Not all the Hannas I've met say it. Can you sing too? Someone told me I was the only one who could. And do you like 'Queen'?
Heh, yep, I’m from the city. I’m 25 actually. Eh, it comes out on occasion. Sing? Some people would argue that I can’t, but I think I’m pretty good at it. Queen? Oh hell yes.
[Hanna flops onto his side and makes happy puppy-like noises and wriggles around.] Rowrf!
Dude, stop, you’re giving me diabetes.
