mason normandin ( werewolf ) . (biggestbaddest) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2012-04-15 15:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-09-05, kiley, mason |
we live the life that we choose.
Who: Mason and Kiley.
Where: Kiley's house.
When: Morning.
By the time Kiley had sent those texts, Mason had been arriving at Cherryblossom Place. The plan had been to take a shower and possibly catch an hour or two of sleep, hoping that perhaps Kiley herself might be able to rest now that the sun was up, but she had beaten him to the punch. As relieved as he was -- as always -- to hear from her after the night of the full moon, his stomach still twisted uncomfortably at the idea of her locked up in that cage during the night with no comfort and no control. More than once he had considered going against family tradition and spending the night with her, even if she wouldn't recognise him when the moon rose and she changed. That didn't matter to Mason; he would still sit with her all night if she would let him, if she didn't so fiercely hate the monster she became when night fell. It wasn't that he could blame her for how she felt, but that didn't change how he felt.
At the end of the day it didn't matter. Nothing was going to change, Kiley had been bitten and not born, and so she would never have control during the full moon. Maybe one day Mason would be able to sit with her during the night but it was still too soon to even broach the idea. So he would keep it to himself.
Without even taking the time to duck inside his apartment to shower and change clothes, Mason was turning the car around and heading out again. Kiley wouldn't care if he was wearing fresh clothes or that he might carry scents of last night's run with him. In all honestly it didn't even cross to his mind to do either thing. He just wanted to see her. The only time he stopped on his way to her house was to pick up breakfast, as promised, and as he waited for the order to be filled at the drive-thru he made a mental note to tell Kiley about the young woman's face. One of everything, he had said, and her brown eyes had widened in disbelief and uncertainty as she'd repeated that back to him. Yes, he'd confirmed, one of everything. When she'd ducked back inside to let someone say something into her ear, understanding had been quick to cross her face. Mason had smiled and nodded at her, genuine in both gestures, confirming what he suspected the other member of staff had whispered to her: that guy's a werewolf, didn't you know? They eat a lot, it was full moon last night. Something to that effect, he was sure, because soon enough she was handing his order through to him, two full bags, and telling him to have a nice day. When Mason returned the sentiment, he meant it.
As much as possible as he got back on his way he tried to keep his father's surly face and disgruntled words out of his mind. They would only ruin his day, sour his mood, and if there was anyone he wanted to spare from such things it was Kiley. By the time he pulled into her driveway he had managed to box away enough of his irritation at his father for it not to be nearly so obvious. Climbing out of the car, he crossed to the door and lifted a hand to knock, the two big bags held easily in his other as he waited.