WHO: Malia Tate and Isaac Lahey WHAT: Hanging out, talking, werewolf stuff WHEN: Wednesday evening WHERE: Isaac's place WARNINGS: TBD STATUS: Closed/Ongoing
Malia was still pretty annoyed by everything that had been happening lately. She didn't like being told she was too young to fight when she knew for a fact that she was a better fighter than most of them. If not all of them. Of course, she was going to have to just come out and tell people what she was if they were going to believe her, and to be honest she wasn't sure how she felt about that.
Anyway, she was looking forward to hanging out with Isaac tonight. She'd barely known him back in Beacon Hills - only briefly because he'd been close when she'd been changed back - but she'd come to consider him a real friend here. And she didn't really have many of those. Or, well, any. And on top of that, the sex was great and she pretty much couldn't get enough of it. She was glad she'd found someone who was willing to let her explore that part of herself without wanting anything else from her, because she wasn't in any place to give more than that right now.
Although she did care about him, a lot. And she didn't like the fact that he'd been hurt during the fight, even if it was just bruising. So after the defense meeting, she made her way to Isaac's place and knocked on the door before letting herself in. She hoped that he'd let her try to take his pain away. She wanted to because she wanted to make him feel better, but also because she really wanted to learn how to do that.
"Isaac?" she called out, heading towards the living room, where she heard noise and smelled him. "You around?" He was, she could tell, but she figured it was only polite (and human?) to announce herself.