Derek Hale is the worst alpha (theworstalpha) wrote in paradisolog, @ 2016-04-07 16:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | ~derek hale (theworstalpha), ~sara lance (theyellowbird) |
WHO: Derek Hale & OTA Sara Lance
WHERE: The lake near camp
WHEN: Thursday afternoon
WHAT: Cooling off in the lake
WARNINGS: Passing mention of non-sexual nudity
STATUS: Complete
This place moved at the speed of goddamned light, Derek realized. Part of him was wary of that, but the other part wanted very much to embrace it, because it meant he didn't have to let himself wallow in missing Larissa. He'd had his grieving period, he accepted that they couldn't be together and it was sad, but he would never begrudge her her decision. It had been a short while since they'd parted ways and Derek wanted to make the most of the opportunity before him. He could do something here that actually mattered and nobody had to die for him to do it. ...that said, it was more than a little overwhelming to be approached about fathering a woman's child when he'd never seen or spoken to her before. But the fact that he'd gotten two propositions from two beautiful women in less than twelve hours certainly didn't suck. Derek had spent the first night in the jungle as a wolf, because he hadn't had an awful lot of time during the first day to build a shelter for himself. He'd woken this morning with the sun and gotten straight to work. Derek observed the other rudimentary shelters and, while he had no actual idea what the hell he was doing, he assumed that a little trial and error would help him figure it out. How hard could it really be? A lot harder than he'd thought, as it turned out, and halfway into the afternoon, when he was sweating buckets and had stripped down to his boxer shorts to work only to find that it didn't help how hot and exhausted he was — or the fact that he couldn't get his goddamned shelter to stay upright, for that matter — Derek gave up. He'd sleep in the jungle again as the wolf and that was just as well for him. It wasn't like he minded. Hell, maybe he could keep an ear out for potential threats approaching the camp. He didn't think the bear would venture in that far with the swell of numerous human scents floating around, but he might not be able to say the same for something else. "Fuck this," he grunted, kicking the remnants of a third attempt at a shelter as it laid in a heap of branches and leaves at his feet. Wiping his forehead with the curve of of his shoulder and upper arm, Derek stalked away from the sad remains of a failed attempt and headed to the lake. He probably should've been a little more self-conscious considering the plethora of people from his past, but he wasn't; if they didn't like it, they wouldn't look and Derek wasn't going to walk around in soggy boxer shorts the rest of the day just to make a bunch of people he never really felt connected with happy, anyway. He left the boxer shorts on a rock and dove into the lake, surfacing a few yards away, a few seconds later and he shook his head sharply to send the worst of the water flying. |