Lynnette
Rogue Werewolf
Dancer
I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor.
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Post by Lynnette on Apr 10, 2009 19:25:54 GMT
Perhaps it was just something that happened to immortals as time went by. Nick, after all, was quite a bit older than Lynnette, and while it was true that she didn’t really have a basis for comparison -- given that her pack had all been relatively young themselves, not one of them even nearing Nick’s age -- it was entirely possible that with age came the tendency to forget the unimportant or uncomfortable parts of their pasts. If that was the case, she was a touch ashamed to admit, if only to herself, that she was looking forward to that, to losing those memories that could be labelled as damaging or painful.
“You could be an absolute dork,” she pointed out affectionately, offering him a smile over the rim of her drink before she took another sip and set it down. “And I would say it’s a combination of the two. But it’s okay, I knew you were a reporter when I met you, so I knew there was at least a little dork in you.” All of it was said with a smile to show him how endearing she found it, that she wouldn’t change a thing about her mate. “Besides, it’s not like I can judge. Just promise me the next time I talk about the Paso Doble for half an hour you’ll hit me with one of the couch cushions.”
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Nick
Rogue Werewolf
Reporter: LA Sun
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Post by Nick on May 1, 2009 17:12:38 GMT
Maybe it was something that happened over time or maybe it was just something with him. He could remember a passage he had read or something he had stood by and witnessed at the drop of a hat, but when it came to things that he had personally lived through, it seemed to be different. He would never be able to stop thinking about it if he let himself start, so he assumed that that was just the way things went and moved on. It was easier that way and he didn’t waste nearly as much time worrying about something that he couldn’t change as he would have otherwise.
“Well, as long as you knew. I wouldn’t have wanted to just spring my dork side on you.” He gave a little laugh at the last bit. “You got it. Somehow, though, I think it might just end up in a cushion fight. Not that I’m complaining.”
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Lynnette
Rogue Werewolf
Dancer
I dare you to lift yourself up off the floor.
Posts: 374
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Post by Lynnette on Aug 18, 2009 0:02:39 GMT
Lynnette offered Nick a smile that seemed to say “of course I knew” as if she couldn’t believe he had any doubts; they might have only been mates a short time, at least by a werewolf’s perspective, but already she felt she knew him better than anyone, and one day she hoped to know him better than he knew himself. Wasn’t that how it worked? People who fell in love learned everything about one another and sooner or later, they could predict movements and responses, finish one another’s sentences; they practically became one entity separated into two bodies, as strange as Lynnette had always thought that sounded. Honestly she couldn’t wait to reach that stage. She cared about Nick so much, so completely and so fiercely, that the idea of spending her life any other way than at his side was beyond daunting.
“A cushion fight, huh? That’s a challenge if ever I’ve heard one.” Just briefly she allowed a subtle flicker of her wolfen hue to shine through in her eyes, a feral yellow that was quickly overcome by the normal brown she usually carried and her smile was undeniably laced with mischief. “I may be small,” she said to him, almost in a warning, “but that means I’m quick. You shouldn’t tempt fate.”
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Nick
Rogue Werewolf
Reporter: LA Sun
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Post by Nick on Aug 18, 2009 16:36:54 GMT
Nick gave a little grin and a shrug before taking another bite. He honestly wouldn’t be surprised if Lynnette eventually knew him better than he knew himself, especially considering how well she already knew him. He hoped that he got to that point with her as well because if she got to where she could predict his actions and finish his sentences, it was only fair that he be able to do the same to her, even if he might jokingly finish her sentences in completely absurd ways on occasions just to see if he could get her to laugh. He had never thought that he would enjoy making someone laugh as much as he did her and he knew that he would never get tired of it. He had every intention of spending the rest of his life- however long or short that was- trying to make her at very least smile as much as he could. He could practically hear his past self calling his present self a soft old sap. Maybe he was, but that was okay.
Swallowing, Nick gave a mock glare. “You might be quick, but I’m bigger and meaner. You never know what I might do to win. I might even take it from a cushion fight to a tickle fight. Fear me.”
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