mason normandin ( werewolf ) . (biggestbaddest) wrote in light_of_may, |
Mason sure as hell hoped he'd had something to do with Kiley's happiness. There was nothing in the world he wouldn't do for her, but at present he suspected she wasn't fully aware of just how far he would go for her, just how prepared he was to give of himself, whatever she asked or needed. It wasn't just about taking her out and making her smile, it was about protecting her in every way one person could protect another; the wolf in him took that very seriously, and despite the fact that they weren't technically mates, his inner animal saw her as his anyway. "Oh, she never gets an order wrong," Mason agreed with a genuine chuckle and a fond sort of shake of his head, as if he still couldn't believe a woman like Kiley could really be into a man like him. "She's one of a kind." There was undeniable affection in his voice, but he didn't care who knew Kiley was his; he planned to keep it that way, for as long as the redhead would have him, at least.
Her name had meaning to him too, and he gave a slow, shallow sort of nod to signify as much. Both names carried weight, though there was no doubting that there were more Normandins than there were Brodericks. Normandins were everywhere when you really took a good look, not only in Scarlet Oak, but Ann Arbor, and Michigan at large. Briefly he wondered if he had ever met her parents at some function or another, and just what his parents -- and extended family -- thought of the Brodericks. "It's a shame hospital coffee is so god-awful," he said, deciding not to make a big deal out of their similar social standing, at least as far as money went. "I could really go for some right now."