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"ꜰɪʀsᴛ ɴᴀᴍᴇs ᴀʀᴇ sᴛᴜᴘɪᴅ" ᴠᴀsǫᴜᴇᴢ. ([personal profile] vaqueros) wrote in [community profile] cowbabes2020-03-22 08:55 pm
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[personal profile] peacemakers 2020-05-28 05:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ Faraday nods at that. He doesn't know the particulars – it's not a topic that interested him much when he was growing up, with as distant as it all felt.

Growing up, he was always more interested in the local legends. ]
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[personal profile] peacemakers 2020-05-28 06:17 am (UTC)(link)
[ ... Ah.

See, Faraday had expected another vampire story. Something about being wooed by some alluring stranger, or being stalked in the night by some shadowy figure, or playing good Samaritan to the exact wrong person by allowing them into his house. The sort of story you could tell with suspenseful pauses.

Faraday didn't expect this.

Even if he could speak, he'd have nothing to say. As it is now, he lowers his head a little, ears pressed back – offering his sympathies, maybe. Or offering an apology for asking Vasquez to recount that awful bit of his life. ]
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[personal profile] peacemakers 2020-05-28 06:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ Faraday's gaze falls to Vasquez's hands as they work at the fastenings of his shirt. He's seen the scar a handful of times – chance glimpses when they bathed, or after the wolf had mauled Vasquez half to death, and the scar was all that lingered after Vasquez's body had healed beneath his ruined shirt.

He had never wondered what it meant, had assumed it was a holdover from his mortal life.

It appears he wasn't entirely wrong.

He's never been more annoyed that he can't speak, especially now that he has a half-dozen questions bubbling in his throat. They left you for dead? Did you have a family? Did you go out and get revenge on those bastards?

He lets out a low, frustrated growl.

For now, he settles on the question he can probably mime out, gaze falling to the scar on Vasquez's chest, head tilted inquisitively.

So you've got no heart? ]
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[personal profile] peacemakers 2020-05-28 07:38 am (UTC)(link)
[ Faraday, apparently, is quick to take the invitation, pushing himself up to his feet. He stretches again, extending out his hind legs, though he keeps his bad leg out a little longer; it tends to lock up far too easily, these days.

But after that he pads over to Vasquez's bedroll, sitting on his haunches and looking expectantly at the other man again.

All right, let's hear it. ]</small
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[personal profile] peacemakers 2020-05-28 07:54 am (UTC)(link)
[ He does as he's asked, shuffling forward a little more to close the space between them. He has his ears perked as he leans forward, head practically pressed to the scar on Vasquez's chest. Vasquez's skin has always been a little cool, only occasionally warmed by the blood he drank, and the slight chill of his skin doesn't take Faraday by surprise as much, these days.

Sure enough, he doesn't heart a single thing. The filling of his lungs, sure, as he takes in breath to speak, but otherwise—

Silence.

It's a little unsettling, if he's honest.

He pulls back, giving Vasquez space again. His ears flick, eyes slightly narrowing – as if to say, Huh.

Odd.
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[personal profile] peacemakers 2020-05-28 09:02 am (UTC)(link)
[ Faraday glances up at the other man, and rather than feel mollified by the offering, he looks a little—

Chagrined, may be the best way to describe it.

Faraday had been curious, sure, but he didn't realize he would dredge up all of that. Maybe he should've known better. He shouldn't have lose his goddamn mind and assumed the worst of the other man.

He keeps his head slightly lowered, expression serious – though the wolf's face always tends to be – and after a moment of hesitation, he gently butts his head against Vasquez's arm.

Faraday isn't given to apology, really, but this seems to be as close to one as he can manage in either form. ]
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[personal profile] peacemakers 2020-05-29 03:31 am (UTC)(link)
[ He lets out a low, grumbling noise – disagreement, it seems, judging by the quick shake of his head.

Didn't have to find out like that, he wants to say. By pitching a fit, by letting his distrustful nature get the best of them, by insulting Vasquez and his intentions.

It's becoming increasingly common, that bit of contact – Vasquez's hand resting on Faraday's head. Faraday should probably bristle at it, should snap his teeth and treat it like the abasement it is.

Instead, he settles – likely eating up a great deal of space on Vasquez's bedroll, huge as this form is – and lowers his head to rest on his legs. His gaze stays on Vasquez, expression a little expectant and ear flicking.

Anything else you feel like sharing? ]
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[personal profile] peacemakers 2020-05-29 05:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ 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.

Hungry? ]
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[personal profile] peacemakers 2020-05-30 04:01 am (UTC)(link)
[ He tilts his head one way, then the other – the closest to a shrug that he can manage.

Might as well.

It's close enough to dinner time, he figures, and he does have an excess of nervous energy, after their spat. ]