*Is gone to watch GOT*
“Well, It weren’t just my looks what keep from finding true love. I was a stupid, I am a stupid. I can’t change that, I’m a prince.” He shrugged. “But, anyway, if I were you, I wouldn’t call me again beast, I really hate that word, and I might end up showing my real face after hearing it.” He warned, though with a smile, letting the smell of joke around. But he didn’t like being called that way. HE didn’t like being the beast, nor the lion, he just wanted to be a king.
“You don’t like being called a beast?” he chuckled a little, shaking his head. “I don’t like being called a Rehn, yet I am one. Don’t let those kinds of titles do you any harm, Beast” Lyall scratched the back of his head, looking at the other with a severe gaze, almost as if he was scolding the other. “The world doesn’t have a place for what you don’t like. It’s ‘Exclusive’ at some point. I’d bet your ‘unlikings’ were what turned you into a beast in the first place”.
“Oh, I know, she is a werewolf but … she just turns into a full grown wolf.” He shrugged. “But at first she didn’t control it, she ate her boyfriend, Peter… Peter and the Wolf? Well, you the origin of the fairytale.” He joked. “I shouldn’t laugh at the dead of a person… I’m so mean sometimes.”
“Almost every wolf can do that, especially lowbloods” he muttered, rolling his eyes at the idea. At least she didn’t sound like one of those lame werewolves that merely grew fangs and mutated their noses. “It’s not… Mean. It’s… Ironic. You ironizing a human for being close to a wolf whilst you’re in the same position right now. As far as you know, you could be seconds away from being nothing but a red splatter in the floor”.
He nodded. “Okay.. Yeah. I’m ready..” He said, growing a bit impatient as he gave Lyall a half smile. “Let’s get this over with, yeah?” He urged as he watched Lyall carefully.
Lyall looked at the other with a mocking expression on his face. “Impatient? You will have plenty of time to do anything else. That’s why it’s called eternity” he continued his steps, whispering so low the other wouldn’t even notice he moved his lips “And that’s why many can’t bear with it”.
I don’t know. Let’s… go lay out at the beach. Go cuddle on a boat in the sun or something.
Cuddle? We haven’t even exchanged e-mails and you think I’m going to cuddle already? I’ll take the beach offer, but just that.