[ When the cigarette is offered his way again, Dylan takes it and pulls a sharp drag. Sharp enough to hurt and irritate and elicit a mild cough. And then the irritation is gone. Any discomfort he feels is mended by the fucking curse. With the mood he's in, it's enough to get self-destructive -- to push at the edge of immortality without a single fucking care about his well being. Why else would he be here in the cold without a coat? He's trying to feel alive. Any way possible.
Dylan hands the cigarette back, his lips pursing. The Baba Yaga stuff he'll explore later. In the meantime, he flinches. ]
[ Dylan had been every bit as rowdy as he feared -- growling and fighting and trying to break the chains. Perhaps the only thing that did calm him down was the presence of another wolf. When Peter was there, Dylan actually settled and curled up and slept -- perhaps conceding to another alpha or perhaps simply taking comfort in Peter's presence. Or maybe there was something of Dylan inside of the beast deep down. Maybe he knew Peter's scent and knew he didn't want to hurt him. Whatever the case, Dylan didn't remember it now. ]
I thought you were gonna be out. Howling at the moon or whatever.
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Dylan hands the cigarette back, his lips pursing. The Baba Yaga stuff he'll explore later. In the meantime, he flinches. ]
Oh. So you saw it then.
[ Dylan had been every bit as rowdy as he feared -- growling and fighting and trying to break the chains. Perhaps the only thing that did calm him down was the presence of another wolf. When Peter was there, Dylan actually settled and curled up and slept -- perhaps conceding to another alpha or perhaps simply taking comfort in Peter's presence. Or maybe there was something of Dylan inside of the beast deep down. Maybe he knew Peter's scent and knew he didn't want to hurt him. Whatever the case, Dylan didn't remember it now. ]
I thought you were gonna be out. Howling at the moon or whatever.