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OTA - Debut (Friday Afternoon)
Mar. 5th, 2015 06:56 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hollow_moonLast night had been the full moon, which meant Valentine had spent the night locked up in his basement, howling and scratching at a heavy wooden door. The wolf didn't like being trapped. It didn't like its stupid plush bed or the leg of lamb that had been brought home from the butchers. No, it wanted something fresh, it wanted to hunt and run wild... But here in London, that simply wasn't an option.
If the wolf didn't harm someone, someone would surely harm it. That wasn't a risk Valentine was willing to take. ...And so today he ached. Sore from pacing and clawing all night long, and aching from where his bones had broken, shifted, and changed.
He sat alone at the bar at his favourite pub, picking at his lunch and nursing a pint. He never ate much the day after, but he needed something. The medium rare steak and chips would give him the energy he needed to get on with his day, and the pint would hopefully dull the ache in his bones.
"You alright, love? You don't look well," the woman behind the bar said gently. "I've noticed you get this way quite a lot..."
Valentine offered a weak, but charming smile. "I'm alright, Dana. Just had a big night out. You know how it is," he lied.
"I do know how it is, that's how I know you're full of shit," Dana replied, stern, but not unkind. "I'm not judging, I'm just sayin' you ought to get looked at. That's all. Go on, eat up and I'll top up your pint," she tutted, shaking her head and walking off with his glass.
If the wolf didn't harm someone, someone would surely harm it. That wasn't a risk Valentine was willing to take. ...And so today he ached. Sore from pacing and clawing all night long, and aching from where his bones had broken, shifted, and changed.
He sat alone at the bar at his favourite pub, picking at his lunch and nursing a pint. He never ate much the day after, but he needed something. The medium rare steak and chips would give him the energy he needed to get on with his day, and the pint would hopefully dull the ache in his bones.
"You alright, love? You don't look well," the woman behind the bar said gently. "I've noticed you get this way quite a lot..."
Valentine offered a weak, but charming smile. "I'm alright, Dana. Just had a big night out. You know how it is," he lied.
"I do know how it is, that's how I know you're full of shit," Dana replied, stern, but not unkind. "I'm not judging, I'm just sayin' you ought to get looked at. That's all. Go on, eat up and I'll top up your pint," she tutted, shaking her head and walking off with his glass.
