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puckandpie) wrote2015-12-06 10:09 pm
puckandpie) wrote2015-12-06 10:09 pm
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kagura - dated to 12/7
My first trip to Kagura hadn't been a total bust by any means. Sure, going up with both Simon and Baz had been a little awkward and Simon spontaneously turning into a human torch under that enchanted mistletoe had been nothing short of absolutely terrifying, but the skiing had been a lot of fun and the cocoa really was delicious.
Something about the place is a little magical, too. I mean, obviously, this entire town is magical, but nestled up in the mountains with all that crisp, white snow... it's almost like a fairy tale. Or, at the very least, like being in one of those jewelry store commercials that always aired around Christmas back home.
I've managed to bribe Derek into going up with me again even though I know he's gone once already and it's been just as much fun so far as I'd hoped. He'd shifted almost as soon as we got up here, his black fur stark against the bright white snow. It's the first time I've seen him in his wolf form since that other Darrow, but even if it's harder to read him like this, it's easy to tell he's a lot more relaxed than he had been back there. And it at least seems like he's having fun, his paws kicking up snow as he runs along beside me, occasionally darting in front of me, playfully weaving as I shift my body weight to avoid him.
At the bottom of each hill, I scratch behind his ears and pet along his back, laughing as he excitedly dances around me and throws up snow with the tip of his nose. He's adorable and so wonderfully carefree and I'm more than a little reluctant to call a stop to the fun when the grumbling of my stomach becomes too loud to ignore.
"How about that first round of cocoa?" I ask him as I pull off my snow goggles. My muscles are singing pleasantly and brush my fingers along Derek's muzzle. "And maybe lunch? Or do you wanna go a few more rounds first?"
I know he can't exactly speak to me like this, but I know he'll be able to tell me what he wants in one way or another.
Something about the place is a little magical, too. I mean, obviously, this entire town is magical, but nestled up in the mountains with all that crisp, white snow... it's almost like a fairy tale. Or, at the very least, like being in one of those jewelry store commercials that always aired around Christmas back home.
I've managed to bribe Derek into going up with me again even though I know he's gone once already and it's been just as much fun so far as I'd hoped. He'd shifted almost as soon as we got up here, his black fur stark against the bright white snow. It's the first time I've seen him in his wolf form since that other Darrow, but even if it's harder to read him like this, it's easy to tell he's a lot more relaxed than he had been back there. And it at least seems like he's having fun, his paws kicking up snow as he runs along beside me, occasionally darting in front of me, playfully weaving as I shift my body weight to avoid him.
At the bottom of each hill, I scratch behind his ears and pet along his back, laughing as he excitedly dances around me and throws up snow with the tip of his nose. He's adorable and so wonderfully carefree and I'm more than a little reluctant to call a stop to the fun when the grumbling of my stomach becomes too loud to ignore.
"How about that first round of cocoa?" I ask him as I pull off my snow goggles. My muscles are singing pleasantly and brush my fingers along Derek's muzzle. "And maybe lunch? Or do you wanna go a few more rounds first?"
I know he can't exactly speak to me like this, but I know he'll be able to tell me what he wants in one way or another.
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"A little, I think," Derek admits. He's a little embarrassed of how he acted, but it's what he had needed to heal. "I just needed time, mostly. But I had responsibilities, and I had people who cared about me. I just needed to remember that."
He looks over at Bitty with a soft smile. "There's always a chance that I might need to do that, just for a day or so. But not that long, I don't think. I have more reasons to stay human."
And Bitty is one of them. A big one, if he's honest.
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It sounds like a warning, or maybe just a heads up, something to remember if I ever notice he's gone for awhile. Nodding, I store it away, grateful that I know what he looks like as a wolf in case I ever need to go looking, and more grateful still that he trusts me enough to tell me this at all.
"I can understand wanting to get away for awhile," I tell him. "I'm honestly a little jealous you can. But glad too. That you can." Then, screwing up some courage and making sure he's looking right at me, that he can see how much I mean it, I add, l "But I really like having you around as a human and not just because you're very pretty to look at. I like talking to you and spending time with you and if there's ever anything I can do to remind you of good things, even if it's just baking you a pie or taking you skating, I want to do it. Please remember that."