InsaneJournal

jason cantley ( werewolf ) . (wildinside) wrote in light_of_may,

It had become abundantly clear extremely quickly that all of them were displaced and even if they couldn't remember why there was a sense of familiarity and reassurance in their collective company that told them all, Jason included, that they were where they meant to be. They sounded out of place, they looked it too, but there was no denying they had a reason for being here, so far from the places they had once called home. It had also become very plain to them early on that there was something strange about them all as well, something about them as individuals which they just so happened to share. They didn't smell normal, there was something wild there, something animalistic and feral. Something of trees and earth and wide open spaces, of cool air through thick fur and running together. Jason had taken comfort in that shared strangeness and very quickly he had accepted how they all looked to him and responded to him in subtle ways.

Like Annie and those smiles and that soft laughter. Something about it felt right but at the same time it didn't. Somehow, he wasn't sure how, he knew this wasn't the way things normally were with them. There was a ball of anxiety in his gut that just didn't belong there and that was frustrating and confusing but he kept it all inside, walking along with her with his hands in his pockets because he didn't know what else to do with them. Watching as she pulled her hair to one side Jason felt something inside of himself respond, something shifted and for a few seconds he couldn't take his eyes off her neck or the slope of her shoulder where the top met, the soft skin exposed with that simple gesture of hers. Jason swallowed and turned his head so he wasn't staring.

"I like it too," he said and stopped when she did, somehow recognising a split second before she did so that that was what she was going to do, turning on the spot to watch her as she admired a display in a shop window. Stepping closer he followed her gaze to the rose. "If they didn't like it they'd go, don't you think?" he asked her, more interested in what he could see of her face in profile than any glass figurines. The fact that she liked the rose so much didn't go unnoticed, though, that was something Jason was logging away for later.