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Luke Newberry for Models 1 [ x ]

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Blue Portrait & Biter by Oscar Sancho Nin

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“Thanks... really. It’s just a bit weird. ‘First time I brought someone along. I guess it’s better like this.” Admittedly Kieren was slightly nervous with the change. “As if there could be a ‘better way’ to visit a cemetery.” Kieren muttered under his breath with a slight snort.

“’Course I don’t. If it’s important to you, I wanna come.”

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“I mean what I said, you can be scary when you want to be.” Kieren’s brows rose, curious. “Like right now. ... Did I offend you?”

Wanda tilted her head at him, gaze darkening at the observation. “How do you mean?” 

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Rick: Eagerly, he took the head phone and scooted in closer to Kieren. New music was always exciting. Art wasn't really a thing in his home, but really, the art itself was only half the reason moments like these were so special to Rick. It was the fact that Kieren chose to share it with him-- he heard good music, music that touched his soul and Rick was the person he came to with these little bits of himself. Not that the music wasn't great, it always was. This was no exception; a couple seconds in and Rick could feel himself grin, his head bobbing awkwardly to the beat.

Kieren: He wasn't sure how Rick's very smile could leave him aching inside, with sheer joy, and also petty irritation. Macy's grin left him in stitches, his dimples, and the curve of his chin and cupids bow. Details Kieren drew from memory regularly. "You could borrow it, if you like." Kieren offered without considering potential consequences. "Before Jem calls dibs."

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mrdisciple started following you

“You’re sure you don’t mind coming along?”

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Kieren’s eyes grew more round as the stranger listed the many destinations he’d crossed. Despite the negativity a part of Kieren was highly envious of the human. His wanderlust had always existed in his bones. Sometimes it was a shame he had to keep turning down the very idea. “Why?” Kieren pried, anxious to know. “What has happened out there?”

“ Hope. “ He scoffs, teeth grinding together for a moment, fingers tightening around the glass in his hand. What an absurd concept. Stiles hadn’t hoped for anything in a while now, and he doesn’t think he will ever do so again. There is nothing left after all. “ I’ve seen parts of America, and I’ve seen Germany. France, Belgium, the Netherlands, Britain. “ He recounts, not having gotten a flight to France back then he had ended in Germany and made his way through from there only to land in Britain now. “ Maybe in the mornings it looked nice, the big buildings and never ending countryside, but it will be a long time until anyone can find beauty in it again. “ 

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That caught Kieren’s attention and suddenly he felt far less self conscious in the presence of Hale. The man hit the nail on the head with such an observation, and what’s more he could actually relate to it. Somehow.

“I... yes.” He nods, turning on his heel then to look at Derek. Biting the inside of his cold lip he considered Derek’s feeling, wondered if he should change the subject, or.. “Being human wasn’t fantastic, but at least there were things to shut out my thoughts and memories. Not anymore. Does... alcohol have any effect on you?”

He recalled reading some fanciful webpage in his youth, about werewolf lore, some mentioned that wolves body heat burned right through the affects of most substances.

“Maybe you just missed the feeling?”

A stab of pity cuts a swathe through his chest, a frown forming on his lips. While he wasn’t among those that suffered from PDS he felt as though he might know, at least on some level, what Kieren had meant.

“You just wanted to feel something from before, maybe? A piece of the old life? It’s understandable. I think about what it was like before I Turned a lot more than I’m likely to admit.”

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“No.. no, not at all. I mean not anymore. ‘Just worried you might think that. You on the other hand can be intimidating when you mean to be.”

“Do you think yourself something to fear?”

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“God, sorry.” Kieren sighed a soft chuckle, pushing his bangs aside though they weren’t in the way at all. His hand reasoned with a cup of tea near his lips that he lowered while taking his gaze up to look toward the unfortunate stranger who heard his ridiculous muttering. “I guess it’s still hard to believe. That I’ve made it all the way here.” A smile. “No, uh... thank you, that was help enough.” The man probably thought he was a complete weirdo. Well, he wouldn’t be wrong.

     “ Well, sir, right now you are in Britton Street, London, England…why the question? Are you lost? Need some help ? ”

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Rick: He was still worried about Kieren's art, but with Ren moving past it, Rick figured he might as well. That is until later, when he'd figure out a way to get whoever was responsible back. Now, though Rick grinned. "Fuckin' sweet! Give us a listen!"

Kieren: A blush already blossomed across his neck while he dug out the player and cords. Sharing music with Rick was one of his favorite past times. It was like showing Rick a whole new slice of life he wouldn't have known if not for Kieren. That made Walker feel special. He came to Rick's side and pressed one head phone to his ear before offering the other to his mate. Coming close, he stood shoulder to shoulder with Rick, and once they were ready he pressed play. The track that started was currently Kieren's favorite, he'd gone to sleep listening to it. Glancing across at the corner of his eyes he waited for Rick's reaction, nervous that he'd found something that his best mate actually disliked.

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wandathered started following you

“Do I frighten you?”

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ideservetheguilt started following you

“N-now I know I’m seeing things...”

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nomusicbox started following you

“‘Thought you’d might like this back.” Kieren muttered while handing over the mans mobile. “You nearly left it at the table.”

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squiirehearted started following you

“Could you uh... please tell me where I am, exactly?”