[ Faraday lets out a low sound in response – a reluctant agreement. Three hundred years must come with a lot of history, he figures, but maybe Vasquez doesn't feel up to the sharing. Faraday's already pried enough tonight, dug deeper than he likely should have.
For now, he thinks he's done enough damage.
He lies at Vasquez's hip for a while, surprisingly content to let the other man sink his hand into Faraday's fur. If anyone asked, Faraday would grudgingly admit he had learned to tolerate the sensation during his recovery, when he shifted to and from his wolf form and was left howling with pain, disoriented and terrified – and Vasquez would be there with a calming voice, holding him steady to keep Faraday from thrashing and reopening his wounds. Not unlike a doting mother calming a child after a nightmare, he figures.
Faraday would never admit it aloud, but it feels nice.
He enjoys it for a handful of minutes, content to watch the flickering flame for at least a little while, but Faraday has always been a little fidgety, has always needed something to do, like keeping his hands occupied with shuffling cards. At last, the inactivity gets to him, and he grumbles a little, mouth opening on a wide yawn. He sits up, then, looking first to Vasquez, then to the wooded area beyond, then back again.
no subject
For now, he thinks he's done enough damage.
He lies at Vasquez's hip for a while, surprisingly content to let the other man sink his hand into Faraday's fur. If anyone asked, Faraday would grudgingly admit he had learned to tolerate the sensation during his recovery, when he shifted to and from his wolf form and was left howling with pain, disoriented and terrified – and Vasquez would be there with a calming voice, holding him steady to keep Faraday from thrashing and reopening his wounds. Not unlike a doting mother calming a child after a nightmare, he figures.
Faraday would never admit it aloud, but it feels nice.
He enjoys it for a handful of minutes, content to watch the flickering flame for at least a little while, but Faraday has always been a little fidgety, has always needed something to do, like keeping his hands occupied with shuffling cards. At last, the inactivity gets to him, and he grumbles a little, mouth opening on a wide yawn. He sits up, then, looking first to Vasquez, then to the wooded area beyond, then back again.
Hungry? ]