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arklay · 2 years

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WIP DAY.

tagged by @girlbosselrond @morvaris @aartyom @risingsh0t @phillipsgraves @leviiackrman @indorilnerevarine & @denerims over the past month! sorry it's taken me so long to get to anything at all, i'm sure you guys have heard me address it enough, but thank you all so much for continuing to tag me in things while i've been inactive ��

tagging @aelyosos @brujah @calenhads @florbelles @jendoe @lightwardens @liurnia @nokstella @nuclearstorms @shadowsofrose @shellibisshe @steelport @swordcoasts @wrymbloods @voerman & all of those who tagged me again cause i'm so behind + anyone else who'd like to share anything they're working on, not just writing! ♡

i haven't written anything since the last wip game i did, but i started trying to put diana's timeline together at the start of january, so i mean... i'll show that instead. as you can see, fatigue hasn't let me do much with it even though i've got all of her timeline already done and strewn about all over the place.

started with 1995 onwards cause it was originally going to be an ewskers timeline situation, but then wanted to include all of her backstory so i went back to the start and still have the late 80s and early 90s to get through before then, but yeah :]

it's going to include like all little moments i've thought of between the ewskers just for me and placing them on the timeline, so you can imagine how long this is going to get if i have to go to 2021 for village... like just 1996-1998 is going to be so much... she's very special to me if you couldn't tell already lmaoo

never sharing this though, it's just for me, and like will help for when i do her timeline page (more in-depth version of what's on her oc page) to just run through canon events and brief descriptions and whatnot. you understand.

everything is blurred out besides 1995 ewskers momence and the years, just cause like idk her i feel weird sharing her in-depth backstory unless it's in dms or something, just cause there's lots going on there and yeah. things. idk

i also made a carrd for twt if you wanna have a look at that :] there's some cheeky subtle things with the two resi items i used as pics hehe

actually, you know what, i'll give a lil bit from where i left of with that rewrite anyways, even though it's been months since i wrote it. but why not

Wesker left a fleeting kiss behind her ear then reached around her and hooked his fingers beneath her coat, prompting Diana to glance back at him. But all he did was gently pull it from her shoulders. She watched him from out of the corner of her eye as he hung it up on the rack by the door, his movements careful and almost calculated, until he turned back towards her, and the warmth of his body returned once more. He pressed up against her side this time, as opposed to her back, and one of his hands found a home on her waist. The way the arm it belonged to was resting firmly against her as he began leading her towards the kitchen was comforting, secure, yet unmistakably possessive. And she revelled in it. He had quite the knack for handling her just the way she wanted.

#tag games.#keep going to do picrews and just zoning out 😭 i'm so behind on literally everything but it's fine it's okay (lying)#i'm having a day and a half even though i woke up feeling okay but oh well. my last month has just been like watching videos during the day #or playing games when i have a bit more energy but like i can't do anything that requires me to actually read or write things like words #are just not computing in my brain at the moment but it's okay like i'm just exhausted and hoping soon i can get back to writing because i #still have over 30 wips going lmao but yeah it's been a time a half with lots of appointments and seeing specialists again and trying to #sort things out. i've been more active on twitter which i've mentioned before but it's just because like it's easier for me to sort of just #like and rt things and not having to do my organisation tags and things like i know that sounds so just small and simple but that's how #i've been lately like to my brain rn that seems like a really big task. so i just keep coming on here randomly for a few minutes then #disappearing so i'm sorry that i've definitely missed so much and i haven't been around to just show my appreciation and love to your #creations!! also just everything that happened in december and then a bit at the start of january too like i'm just a lil paranoid about #being on here honestly so i'm trying to get back to it and be okay with posting again and i'm going to make a promise to myself to actually #filter more tags i think? just to help me with like not exposing myself to things that do make me feel uncomfortable in any way!! i'm #rambling now but sorry sometimes i just need to lmaooo idk but yes so cute lil subtle things from my carrd i wanna talk about cause why not #i didn't have to change the blue herb from re0 besides making it brighter because it's already teal toned which is so sexy but i shifted #the hue on the spade key like SLIGHTLY like it was so little. but anyways. i use this emoji ✨ on my twitter name and yes cause sparkles but #also. three stars. the s.t.a.r.s. badge and logo :] then blue herb because i will have no poison in my safe space!!!! take a blue herb or #leave please!! only good vibes and safe space here!! spade key because i'm ace <3 i was going to include the diamond one in there as well #because am demiro and like those are the symbols in the community. ace of spades for ace. diamond for demis (both orientations)#but wasn't sure how to weave the pink through the rest of the carrd even though cyan and pink together is so pretty omg

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autumnalwalker · 2 years

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Empty Names Side Story - There Are No Dogs At The Dog Park

Author's Note: Ringing in the new year with a side story set a couple years before the main plot, shortly after Eris and Lacuna met. Inspired by this sx-year-old post by @helloitsbees. Masterpost here. Word Count: 4,256 Content Warnings: Brief appearance of blood. Stream of consciousness narration of someone turning into a werewolf, panicking, slowly loosing sense of self, and chasing someone.

“Yo, Lacuna, sorry about this but I’m gonna have to bail on seeing that movie tonight. I just remembered tonight’s a full moon and I’m volunteering at the Dog Park. Err, right, rebranding - I’m volunteering with NALSA.

“Actually, if you’re interested I could probably get you on the volunteer roster for tonight. Could be something you’d be interested in so long as you don’t mind staying awake until sunrise. I’ll send you the link to their site.

“Call me back when you get this. Laters.”

*******

The sound of the wind is her first clue that she was somewhere else now. The drop in temperature is her second.

The sound of a woman’s deep voice addressing her is her third.

“Yo. You must be Sarah.”

She opens her eyes to find a muscular man towering over where she’s sitting on the bus stop bench, silhouetted by the sun. She blinks in surprise. No, wait, that voice, and something about the jawline. A woman, just the tallest she’s met.

“How’d you know?” Sarah asks.

“Gita told me we were getting a new first timer today and I know all the regulars,” the woman says. She notices the look on Sarah’s face and takes a step back, better illuminated now. “Ah, shit, I’m looming again, aren’t I? Sorry ‘bout that.”

With the woman no longer blocking her view, Sarah can see just how obviously she’s no longer at the same bus stop she sat down at. Behind the woman - “Eris” and “Volunteer” the nametag sticker on her shirt reads - is a long, low concrete building with grass growing on the roof and adorned with an emblem above its door depicting the stylized red outline of a howling wolf overlaid on top of a blue moon with the letters NALSA in white. The same emblem is replicated on the volunteer’s t-shirt with “North American Lycanthrope Sanctuary Association” in smaller print around it. In any other direction is nothing but empty scrub-covered prairie as far as the eye can see, broken only by the faint outline of dirt road the bus stop is situated on and the tall, inward-curving chain link fence extending out from either side of the building.

“Welcome to the Sanctuary,” Eris says as Sarah stands up and brushes off her jeans. Was that dust from Tennessee or… wherever this is? The other woman puts out a hand and says “I’m -”

“Eris,” Sarah says as she shakes the proffered hand and nods at the nametag.

Eris glances down and then back up, flashing a grin that Sarah can’t help but think of as feral. The moment passes and Eris chuckles, all friendly volunteer guide again. “So I am,” she says and lets go of Sarah’s hand. “Anyway, Gita’s in the middle of setting up for tonight, so I’ll give you the tour.”

Sarah hesitates for a moment, watching Eris walk toward the building’s entrance. She’s not exactly tall herself but not even being eye level with another woman’s shoulder still feels strange to her. And those muscles; she’s known guys that would kill for that. Is she going to end up looking like that? She’s not sure if that thought scares or thrills her.

Following along, she finds herself wishing she’d looked up more about this ahead of time. But there was just so much contradictory information out there. And if she was being honest with herself, she was afraid to. Maybe that guy who recommended she come out here was wrong and nothing would happen tonight. Maybe she didn’t actually even need to make this bizarre trip to…

“Where are we anyway?” she asks as she catches up with Eris.

“Dakota.”

“Which one?”

“At the moment, I’m in North and you’re in South. The bridge you came in through’s right on the border. Same for the visitor center. The liminality here made it easier to set up shop, mostly for the bridge, but a few other things too. And for extra oomph Montanna’s like half a mile that way. The Park extends into all three. Sorry, the Sanctuary,” Eris corrects herself as the door slides open. “We rebranded back at the start of the year. ‘There are no dogs here, only people,’” she says, holding up a finger and adjusting her voice for a startlingly accurate impression of the elderly woman Sarah had spoken to on the phone the other day, “‘so there’s no reason to call it the Dog Park.’” She shrugs and returns to her normal voice. “That’s what Gita says anyway.”

In contrast to the blocky, utilitarian appearance on the outside, the interior of the visitor center greets Sarah with carpeted flooring, nature scenes hung on the walls, and meditative music softly playing from unseen speakers in the ceiling. Examining the paintings and photographs they pass by as she follows Eris, she notices markedly fewer wolves in the decor than she’d expected. Just landscapes and close-ups of plants.

The tour Eris leads her on is as straightforward as the building’s layout; several spokes of hallway wings extending out from a central entrance, each clearly labeled in multilingual signs. Overnight Accommodations, where Eris sets her up with a small bedroom with a shower, a lock keyed to her voice for the next forty-eight hours, and what looks like a paper hospital gown hanging in the closet that Eris tells her is “to change into later so you don’t ruin your clothes.” Maintenance and Administration, skipped by for now but promised to return to later. Cafeteria and Recreation, containing a small library, gym, and lounge “to help unwind and recover after transforming back.”

As the two of them eat a complimentary lunch, Eris finishes explaining the benefits of a large, early dinner to lessen the likelihood of “chewing on something during the night that you’ll regret in the morning” and asks Sarah if she has any questions before they move the tour on to the Medical wing.

“Where is everyone?” Sarah asks, taking the opportunity to bring up something that’s been increasingly striking her as being off since the tour started. “This whole time I haven’t seen anyone but you and Pete over there working the kitchen.”

“Well, it is barely noon,” Eris replies, “most of the regulars won’t be here for another few hours and the rest of the volunteers and staff are busy with last minute safety checks. To be honest, I was surprised you showed up as early as you did.”

“Well, I know that sometimes you can see the moon during the daytime and I didn’t know if that would…” Sarah trails off in a mixture of nerves and embarrassment, “do things to me?”

Eris nods, understanding. “Yeah, I get that. But nah, from what I’m told as long as the sun’s up the most the moon’s gonna do to ya is make you a bit restless. Maybe amp up your hearing and smell a little bit while making colors weird if you’re real sensitive to it.”

“From what you hear?” Sarah starts at the realization. “You mean you’re not… not a…”

“Werewolf?” Eris finishes her question with a grin. “You’re allowed to say it, you know. But nah, I just show up once a month to provide a pair of opposable thumbs while you all have fun running around under the moon. My job’s mostly to drive you all out to the middle of the Sanctuary just before sundown, help steer anyone that wanders off away from the fences, and pick you all up in the morning with a change of clothes.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to assume. I just -” Sarah cuts herself off, realizing there’s no good way to end that sentence.

To her relief, Eris just laughs. “It’s fine. You’re not the first to make that mistake and I doubt you’ll be the last. And honestly, it’s far from the worst thing I’ve been called.” A shorter laugh, this one more forced to Sarah’s ears. “Sure as Hell beats getting accused of steroid abuse. But if you’re worried about your condition ruining your figure, don’t sweat it.”

“Okay.”

“No, seriously, don’t worry about it. Gita and Rani - her wife, you’ll meet her when we go to the Medical wing - can tell you more about it, but the gist is that they’ve spent decades studying this stuff and as best as they can tell any physical changes outside of the lunar transformation are purely an autogenesis thing.”

“Autogenesis?”

“You know, the whole thing with exposure to and knowledge of things Backstage causing subconscious internalized self-image to manifest externally?”

“What?”

“Oh wow, you are new to all this, aren’t you?”

Sarah nods. “So you mean there’s more out there than just werewolves and magic bus stops.”

Eris lets out a long breath. “Hoo boy… I’ve never been good at intro spiels, but yes and you have no idea how much. But back to what we were talking about, the short version is your lycanthropy isn’t going to affect you outside of the full moon unless you expect and believe it will.”

Sarah is still trying to process that when a vibrating buzz comes from Eris’s pocket. The larger woman looks just as relieved as she feels for the interruption, especially after checking the text message.

“Looks like Gita’s back in her office,” Eris says. “If you don’t mind, we can go ahead and cut the tour short here and I’ll take you to her. She’ll be able to fill you in on what to expect tonight better than I can.”

Sarah assents and follows her to the Maintenance and Administration wing. Eris’s phone buzzes a second time along the way - longer this time, indicating a call rather than a text - but after a quick glance she silences it without comment.

Before long, the two of them stop in front of a door with a frosted window bearing the label “Dr. Gita Patel - Sanctuary Director.” Eris knocks on the door and a voice bids them to come in.

On the other side of the door Sarah finds a small, tastefully decorated office with small pieces of religious iconography on the walls and shelves that she thinks might be Hindu but lacks the knowledge to identify more specifically. Altogether the effect is cozy rather than cramped. An impression further reinforced by the warm greeting from the short elderly woman in the center of it all.

“You must be Sarah,” she says as she shuffles around from behind the desk to shake the newcomer’s hand. “So glad you were able to make it.”

“Thank you ma’am. It’s a lovely place you have here.”

“Please, call me Gita. No need to be formal just because I have a sign on my door. Come, come, take a seat. Eris already gave you the tour, I take it? Well, I’m sure you still have questions about your first moon. Everyone always does, but never you worry. You’re safe here.”

Sarah struggles to suppress a smile at the accuracy of Eris’s earlier impression. Nervous as she still is, the combination of Eris’s nonchalance about Sarah’s condition, Gita’s enthusiasm, and the entire existence of the Sanctuary gives her some hope that tonight won’t be as bad as she feared.

*******

“Hey, uh, so, I guess you’re already at the Sanctuary. Thanks for the offer, but I think I’ll pass tonight. Not sure I’d actually be able to help much and it feels… I don’t know, voyeuristic? Objectifying? Something like that to just show up and gawk.

“Also, long day at work so I’m not sure I’ll be able to stay awake all night anyway.

“Might be cool to talk to Dr. Patel though sometime though without a deadline of the sun going down. I’ve only skimmed it so far, but her paper on the mechanics of the transformation was, well, it’s got some stuff that’s interesting. To me. Is that awkward to ask for an introduction like that? Sorry. I’m rambling now, aren’t I?

“Hanging up now. But let me know if you want me to come pick you up and help you get home in the morning. Or is that awkward to offer too? Blah, I’m bad at this. Hanging up for real this time.”

*******

Howling. All around her. Inside her. From her. From her?

Lights growing so bright. Nearly hurts. Colors warping draining distorting. No more red. No more green. Wash of blues and yellows and grays.

So loud. Noises deafening. Too much all at once. Smells too. So many. So sharp. Sickening.

“She’s panicking!”

“First time’s always a trip. She’ll get through it.”

Skin crawling. Stretching. Bones cracking, extending, filling in. Doesn’t hurt but feels wrong. Alien. Itchy. Where’s the mass coming from? Can’t think about that. Itches too much. Outside and in. Try to scratch. Skin feels too soft. Scratch feels too sharp.

Look down. Flinch back up. Down again. Arms covered in fur. Hands end in claws. Muscle growing as she watches. She whimpers.

“Sarah. Sarah, look at me.”

Look up again. Piercing eyes. Solid face. Holding her in place without touching. An anchor.

“You’re going to be alright. Just breathe. Take it slow.”

Nod. Try to speak. To say “okay.” Hear a bark instead.

Clap hands to mouth. Hit her face too soon. Mouth and nose are too far out. Don’t think of the word for it. Don’t make it real.

Try to stand up. Stumble. Center of mass is all wrong. Joints don’t bend right. Body so heavy. Struggle back up. Look around. Surrounded by wolves and things that are almost wolves but wrong. Where is she? How did she get here?

“Sarah…”

People here too. Staring at her. Why are they looking at her? Please stop looking at her. Go away. Get away. Need to get away.

“She’s running!”

“It’s fine! She just needs time to work through it. Follow but give her space!”

Keep moving. Two legs? Four? Which works better? Find a rhythm. Pick up speed. Just need to get away. Can’t get away from herself. Something wrong inside her. Need to get it out. Get it out!

Fence ahead. Trapped. In a cage. Need to get it out. Need to get out. Need to escape.

“She’s going for the fence!”

“Should I tranq her?”

“Jeez, calm down guys. Don’t worry, I got this.”

Hand on the chainlinks, furry and clawed. Is that really her hand? Who else’s could it be? Feels wrong. What does right even look like? Stop looking. Just climb. Pull to climb. Pulling rips the metal away. Breaks the links. Snaps and pops hurt her ears. Too loud. Everything is too loud. So strong. Monstrously strong. She’s a monster. She’s a monster. She’s -

“Sarah…”

Is that her name? Is that her?

Turn around. Someone right behind her. Looks familiar. Looks too small.

“I know yer freaking out right now, but I’m going to need ya to get away from the fence. Can’t have you getting lost out there.”

Solid presence. An anchor. Remember to breathe. A hand extended. Reach out to take it.

“That’s right. Now let’s get you back to the others.”

Lips part underneath those anchoring eyes. Teeth shown. Barred. A smile threat! Danger! Swipe at the hand. Leap back. Growl deep. She can be dangerous too. Go away! Get away!

“Dammit…”

Teeth disappear. Come back more numerous. Lips stretched back and curved up. Eyes are eager now. Hungry. No longer an anchor.

“Screw it. The fun way it is then. You two go see what’s taking Gita so long.”

Hunker down. Ears back. Growl continues. What’s coming?

Blur of motion toward the torn fence. Hand waving in front of her face. Liquid dripping from a finger and smeared over the palm.

That smell! Enough to make her sick. Enough to make her slaver.

“That’s right. Go ahead and let go. Run wild and get it out of your system.”

Barred neck. Unprotected belly. Vulnerable. Tempting. The hand liquid smears across the face with those eyes.

“What are you waiting for?! Come get me!”

Howl. Lunge. Chase. Across the grass. Over the gullies. Pant. Run. Revel.

Close. Jump. Catch!

Catch?

Caught.

Redirected. Thrown to the ground. Land on back. Barely feel it. Stars are so beautiful tonight. Has she ever seen so many? And the moon! She could stare at it forever.

Movement nearby. That’s right. Hunting. Roll over back to her feet. Resume the chase.

Mouth noises from the other one. Words? Those meant something once, didn’t they? Laughter now. She still knows that.

Catch up again. Rear up. Bear down with jaws and claws.

Hands around her wrists. Or are they ankles now? What’s the difference? Drawing in. Nose inches from the prey’s. But prey doesn’t snarl back. Prey doesn’t laugh. Prey doesn’t have eyes shining with joy.

So what is this?

Spinning around until they’re forced apart. Regain balance. Repeat the chase. Panting harder now. Limbs heavier. Slowing down but so is the other one.

Bite! Catch something! Pull down to the ground!

At last!

Standing over her catch. What to do now? Ah, yes! There’s only one th-

Suddenly pulled down and to the side. Rolled. Positions reversed. Struggle and roll again. Back and forth. Back and forth. Claws flail. Jaws snap. Wrestling.

Stillness.

Pinned to the ground. Weight on her back. Strong arms around her. Holding her tightly but not painfully. Somehow calming. Protective.

Hand running through her fur. Stroking from head to back. Whispers soft even to her. What are words again? She’s so tired. Tired, but satisfied. This is nice.

One sound keeps coming back up. One that means something.

“Sarah…”

Oh. Right. That means her.

A soft padding on the grass. A contradictory smell of wet soil and dry leaves.

The weight eases off. The arms slide away. One last pat on the way out.

Look around. The other one is still here, sitting next to her. On the other side of her an old wolf, thin and white-snouted. The old one nuzzles her and she feels peace.

The old one turns to leave. She gets up on all four legs and pads along behind to follow. She can smell others nearby in the dark now. Waiting for her.

Spare one last glance back for the not-prey other one. That one waves.

She disappears into the night.

*******

“Eyugh?”

“Sorry, did I wake you up?”

“‘S’fine… alarm was going off in… seven minutes anyway. I’ll be there in a bit. Will bring coffee.”

“You’re a saint.”

“Uh, thanks? How’d it go by the way?”

“Pretty chill. Nothing too exciting.”

“Huh. Well, I’m heading out. You can tell me more about it when we’re both more awake.”

“Sounds good. See ya.”

*******

Sarah peeks out of her room, still disoriented in spite of Gita telling her what to expect yesterday. It’s one thing to be told that you’re going to black out and wake up in an unfamiliar room, but it’s a whole other bea- a whole other thing to actually have it happen. At least there had been a shower at hand and all her clothes on a hanger.

She’d been afraid to look in the mirror at first but once she’d worked up the courage to do so she found she was still her. Maybe tired despite sleeping past noon and disheveled with a few light scrapes and bruises, but otherwise none the worse for the wear. Easy enough to believe the hazy memories of last night really had been a dream.

“Yo, you’re up,” comes a voice approaching from down the hall. Eris, carrying a cafeteria coffee cup in each hand. “I was just coming to check on you. Sleep well?”

“Like I just ran a marathon without stretching first.”

“Heh, that’s not too far off from the truth,” Eris says and then offers one of the coffee cups. “Caffeine?”

“Yes please.” She steps all the way into the hallway and takes the cup. As she brushes Eris’s fingers in the process, some memory, some impression of emotion flickers and disappears before she can grasp it. For some reason she feels a slight flush to her cheeks, but she writes it off as still being tired from last night.

Last night…

She pulls the cup to her lips and the smell and taste derail whatever that train of thought was turning into. She’d briefly worried that there’d be some lingering amplification of her sense of smell that would make it intolerable, but it’s no more than what she would expect from cheap instant coffee. The taste is just on the tolerable side of bad and there’s a mild sourness to whatever powdered creamer got added in, but frankly that’s doing as much to wake her up as the caffeine so she counts it as a blessing.

“Unfortunately the guy in charge of stocking the kitchen has a major tea bias,” Eris says in response to Sarah’s flinch upon her first sip, “so that’s where most of the caffeine budget around here goes.” She settles against the wall opposite of Sarah and nurses her own beverage for a moment before adding, “That, and there was that one time a guy got the bright idea to do like ten shots of expresso right before sundown. Rani was this close to switching the whole stock to decaf after that fiasco, but I’m pretty sure half the permanent staff would have walked out if that happened.”

Sarah suppresses a laugh while she tries to swallow. “Stop, you’re going to make this go up my nose.”

Eris chuckles. “It’ll probably taste better that way.” She takes another gulp of her own drink and puts on an exaggerated grimace. A moment’s pause and her face goes more serious. “But really, how are you doing? Things got a bit rough last night and I wanted to apologize for that.”

“I’m fine. It all just feels like a dream really. I figure I’m as tired and sore as I ought to be from running around all night. What is there for you to…”

Locked eyes in the moonlight. Strong arms around her. Throwing her. Grabbing her. Calming her. Comforting her.

“Apologize…”

A broken fence. The scent of blood. Chasing down prey. Pulling it to the ground.

“For?”

Eris cocks her head at the way Sarah trails off into a long pause before suddenly gasping and clapping a hand to her mouth.

“Oh my God! Did I bite you?”

“What? No. I mean, you got my pant leg pretty good, but that’s why I bring that old pair on these nights.”

“Are you sure? I think I was trying to. I’m so sorry. I was - I tried - I -”

“Hey, it’s cool. I’m pretty good at not getting bit and I’ve got some protections of my own in place in case that happens.” Eris shrugs. “Besides, it’d hardly be the end of the world if I did wind up as a regular here instead of a volunteer. If anything, it’s my fault for intentionally provoking you.”

“But your hand.”

“Cut it on purpose on the fence. But look.” She transfers her coffee cup to her other hand and holds up a fingertip with a barely-visible scab. “I heal quick. Long story. Honestly the worst thing I got out of last night was a dressing down from Gita and Rani this morning about recklessness, tetanus, and putting you under undue stress. Apparently trying to give you an excuse to let go so that you weren’t stuck in that halfway conflict state isn’t considered best practice. Or at least, not my way of doing it.”

“What do you mean ‘not best practice’?”

“Like I said, putting you under more stress than I should have. That’s the big reason I wanted to check on you. I figured I’d throw you in the deep end with the thing most likely to make you lose control so you’d know you can get through anything.” Eris hangs her head, breaking eye contact. “In retrospect, that was a dick move. I’m sorry.”

“I’m… well, I’m not sure if I am fine. I’m still processing it all. But apology accepted anyway. I figure you at least meant well. And,” she pauses, embarrassed, “I think I did enjoy some of the parts that I remember.”

Eris chuckles softly and flashes that grin again; wilder for a fraction of a second than anything Sarah was last night and then taming itself into amiability. “Glad to hear it. Just be careful about which parts you enjoy. You don’t -” The buzz of a text message vibrating her phone cuts her off. “Well, that’s my ride, so I should get going. Feel free to hang around and recover as long as you need. It was nice meeting you.”

“Thanks. It was nice meeting you too.” More than nice? No, don’t go there. “Will I see you next month?”

“If you want, and the good doctors aren’t still mad at me.” Eris turns to walk off, and pauses. “Oh yeah, speaking of them, Gita’s going to want to talk to you to see how you’re doing too. Don’t be afraid to let her know if she starts going full psych eval on you, she gets carried away like that sometimes worrying after the newbies.” Her phone buzzes again, longer. “Well, laters,” she says and walks off toward the visitor center’s exit with a wave.

Sarah sips her terrible coffee and waves while watching her go.

Next month then.

*******

“Hey, Eris. I hate to be that guy, but I think I’m lost. What were the directions to get there again?”

#writing #original fiction #urban fantasy #Writeblr #WIP #Empty Names #writing practice #writers on tumblr #creative writing #fantasy #fiction #my writing #emptynameswriting #Yes the title is a Night Vale reference but the similarities don't go much further than that #Also the NALSA emblem is a wolf-ified version of the NASA “Meatball” logo because MOON #and also Gita and Rani are low-key space nerds #Unfortunately there is no safe and ethical way to test the effects of sending a werewolf to the moon

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