ʀᴀғᴇ ᴀúʟʟᴀ ᴀ ʟᴀ sᴏᴍʙʀᴀ ᴅᴇ (maginus) wrote in repose,
Her opinion on why camping was so enjoyable was one that Rafe shared, and he showed as much with a nod as she explained it. It had been years since he had done anything like that, he hadn’t done anything of the sort since his childhood in fact, and he found himself wondering just what the wolf would make of it. It would probably enjoy it immensely, he knew, being out in the elements and able to hear every little sound, catch every small scent that hung in the air. It would be much more natural for the wolf. Maybe he would have to indulge it sometime.
“I’ll be sure to bear that in mind,” he said to her of the brother, giving her a smirk in response to the waggle of her eyebrows. It didn’t take much for werewolves to see and accept anything as a challenge, honestly. It was a good thing he didn’t mind spicy food. He finished the bit of beef and ate it as Oona gave him her answer, and his own eyebrows rose at the revelation that she had almost been eaten by, of all things, a hedge maze. “Growling monster?” he couldn’t help but ask, the spices of the broth lingering on his tongue and making his mouth feel warm. “An actual monster or just something you heard?” Because either way that was something to keep in mind. “And this was at the masquerade?” He hadn’t gone near the maze himself, too intent on watching a certain possessed someone who had gone on to let him know they didn’t appreciate the unwelcome attention one bit.
And then there it was, the question he hadn’t wanted her to bounce back to him. But it was his fault for asking it of her in the first place, really, especially knowing how curious she was. Rafe picked up the first drink and used the time it took to finish the whiskey inside to think of what he could tell her. He had already decided that his interactions with Liam would be kept as secret as possible for as long as possible, and obviously he couldn’t tell her about that fated mission when everything had changed, and very permanently. But even as he was setting the empty glass down, closer to the edge of the table where a passing server could easily reach it, he thought of something that he didn’t have to keep to himself because he had already discussed it publicly, and it had been a town wide incident. “Experiencing someone else’s memory is probably one of the weirdest things that has ever happened to me,” he told her, and that was the truth. It was one of the weirdest things, even if it wasn’t at the top of the list. “That was a few months ago, when everyone was seeing things that didn’t belong to them.” And he had been unlucky enough to end up with something particularly unpleasant, enough so that he had had no choice but to let the wolf out. His basement had needed quite a bit of work after that.