When the cloak came off, the nakedness beneath it was colored a warm, dark umber color. Something he had never seen before. The shade was one of a kind, like the sun had made love with the melanin that filled her skin like it was her first love. The...
okay guys, my last day of my summer job is tomorrow so I'll have more time to update. Don't know what stories or in what order, but here's this . hopefully it holds y'all that read Glasgow and Birdie over until I get to those!
hopefully this chap gives y'all some inside into the resident asswipe's thoughts
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Chaos was really good at hiding her tears, her pain. She had been locked up in her room for what had felt like an eternity, but in reality it had started out as a couple of hours. That couple turned to five.
Then ten.
Then twenty.
Once again it was night time.
Orion hadn't slept in weeks, but it didn't bother him as much as it did in the beginning. When he wasn't preoccupied with the witch/vampire/part wolf upstairs, he was trying to smoothly run his pack from within his house. It helped that his beta and gamma were there, too. They kept her preoccupied.
She'd made friends out of Gian and Adriel. He'd listen to them laugh and joke, and half of the stuff that he knew about Chaos he knew because he couldn't help but listen to the stories that she told G and A.
Her favorite color was grey.
Back home there was a stray cat that she had named Guinness that was practically her pet. She loved that fucking animal- she called him her furry son. He was a black, orange, and brown calico who was blind in his right eye and missed the tip of his right ear. Whoever had had him before had cut his tail to a nub, and Uly, the one she called her brother, hated the cat. Chaos said Guinness would shit in Ulysses' shoes, but he was Mo's baby so Uly put up with it.
She only watched crime shows and documentaries... and cartoons.
She liked to color. That one was kind of endearing. She had brought three coloring books with her- an adult one, a children's one, and one on the human anatomy. Orion guessed it was to use with her spells.
She was temperamental, just like him, but not as quick to blow.
She was smart.
She was powerful.
She was sobbing into her pillows up in her room, trying to muffle the sound. The cries that were leaving her weren't soft, quiet ones. They were the ones that shook your whole body and left you exhausted. They were the ones that made your throat hurt.
Uncomfortable, Orion stood up and left his office. He stopped at the foot of the stairs, then kept on walking.
She didn't want to see him, and he didn't need to see her.
Another sob ripped through her body as he opened the fridge.
Gian, who was doing something on his phone at the island behind Orion, set the device down with a groan.
