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Post by Zander Burke on Jan 8, 2013 15:31:39 GMT -5
Zander let his hands fall back onto his face when he saw that Silas wasn't going to hit him again... since there wasn't any other place to put them safely (ie Silas' lap, behind his head) -- he definitely didn't want to touch the guy again just yet, nor look like he was enjoying Silas on top. Losing this fight may make Zander look like a little bitch, but when else could he do? He underestimated the guy and got beaten, that's what happens when you have two cocky beings in one body.
Silas laughing was the last thing he expected, the man looked incapable of smiling. This was one of those moments where Zander was funny and wasn't trying to be, so he just looked sort surprised. Not to mention it brightened Silas' face up considerably more when he smiled. Now que hands back on face realizing he thought the man who beat his ass was attractive. "Yeah, yeah laugh it up." he muttered as he gingerly touched his nose to see how bad the damage was.
All of a sudden he had hands roughly grabbing his shirt and pulling him to his feet. This sent the world spinning as nausea hit him full force, but it wasn't enough to evict all contents of his stomach. Which meant Zander didn't hit his head as hard as he thought he had, which meant he didn't have to go to the hospital to pay to get his head checked. The werewolf leaned against the table to get his bearings breathing as slowly as possible to fight past his nauseous stomach. It wasn't until Silas walked past him that he finally looked up.
"I don't nee- ... shit" he said realizing that Silas was walking away whether Zander wanted to him to fix him or not. Now he could just wander off home to bed, or follow the jerk who beat his face. Clearly the latter was the better idea because Zander followed anyway. It may be because he was curious as to why Silas wanted to keep around the dick that insulted him and his drink. Zander would have wanted to leave himself if that happened. It would seem getting into a bar fight was the best way to make friends. Or this was Zander's only way to make friends -- either or it somehow worked.
Zander waved apologetically to the bar man as he followed Silas out the door. For a second Silas' question sailed over his head, mainly because he was stuck at the "or my apartment" part of the question. Why the fuck would Silas take him home?
"Lets.. uh I guess your apartment? I don't want to be in a fucking hospital right now anyway." he replied after a moment. Zander half assed waved a cab down, assuming this is what they were going to take. The cab driver looked a bit hesitant to pick the two men up, mainly because it looked like Zander's head juice leaked onto his face. The driver was obviously new if they weren't used to picking up beat up suckers from bars.
"I'll grab the fare, since you beat my sorry ass." he would chuckle leaning his head back on the seat. Since he was no longer choking, it would appear the blood stopped oozing -- or he was just used to the taste of his own blood.
When they arrived to Silas' he paid the cabby and heaved himself out of the car. "This is the first time I got picked up after getting into a scrap." he would say with a half heart-ed cocky grin, his head pain probably evident in his eyes.
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Post by Zephyr on Jan 8, 2013 18:17:14 GMT -5
He hasn’t actually thought of the awkwardness of having invited some stranger to his apartment. He’d mostly just been thinking about getting the hell out of the bar before he got kicked out. Inviting the guy home with him had been a rash decision made on the fly. The doctor in him can’t stand to see people hurt, especially not something that had been directly his fault. He wasn’t surprised that the guy’d chosen to go home with him. Silas works in medicine. He knows full well that these types of guys don’t like to go to a hospital unless they absolutely have to.
The ride to his apartment is uneventful enough, pretty quiet actually. Silas keeps glancing over to make sure the fucker hadn’t passed out or anything. The wolf hadn’t actually been paying attention to how hard he had been hitting the other man, so a concussion wasn’t completely out of the question. If there was a concussion, Silas should have dragged the idiot straight to the hospital, but he seemed conscious and reactive enough. Still, if he had hit his head a little too hard, Silas made a mental note to drop him off at the hospital whether the guy liked it or not.
His apartment comes up sooner than expected, and Silas watches Zander get out of the car, making sure he isn’t hurt worse than he thought. The doctor only snorts at his words. “I’m not picking you up, shithead. I’m just fixing your fucking face.” Maybe there’s a soft edge of amusement somewhere in his sharp words, but they aren’t dwelled on as Silas ascends the stairs to his apartment, unlocks the door and says nothing as he leads Zander into his apartment.
Silas’ place is spacious and open. Just the modern sort of apartment you’d think someone who made a million dollars a year would have. Most of it is pretty bare, almost like someone’s just moved in. He has very little furniture, there’s a few pieces in the living room that someone had forced him to buy, and he’d finally bought a new couch, but none of his rooms have a lived in view, even if the entire fucking apartment is completely spotless. The man’s bathroom and bedroom are different. They are as spotless as the rest of the place, but at least they look like someone actually lives there.
And what rooms they are. His bed is huge and fluffy and the room itself is bright and spacious. His bathroom is equally large with a giant walk in shower and long sink attached to the wall beneath a massive mirror. Silas’ bedroom and bathroom definitely make up for what the rest of his rooms lack. He walks in past the kitchen, easing his suit jacket off as he goes. “Don’t touch my shit.” He growls at Zander, not bothering to give him anymore instruction before he disappears into his bedroom.
He emerges from the bathroom a few minutes later sans jacket and tie. His shit is unbuttoned slightly and his arms are laden with medical supplies that he deposits on his island in the kitchen. The doctor motions to the stool opposite where he’s standing against the bar. “Can sit there.” the man mutters, digging through the supplies he picked out of the bathroom.
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Post by Zander Burke on Jan 8, 2013 20:12:40 GMT -5
The more Zander gets out of Silas the more he likes the guy's grumpy ass sense of humor. "Well shit, there goes that idea fucker." he would retort, not at all serious. The werewolf didn't pay much attention to anything as they were walking up to the actual apartment. In all honesty, even though it was still fairly early Zander was ready to just sit and do absolutely nothing. He supposed working on whatever he was told to help build wore him out -- getting into a fight and cracking his head over the table... didn't help in the least. What he did know was being a werewolf definitely had its perks, speed healing baby (to an extent).
There was a time as they were climbing a few stairs Zander was about to play the child with the whole "are we there yet". But as soon as that thought had come to mind they finally stopped climbing and made it to his door. No words were exchanged as Silas lead him in, and Zander just obediently followed, taking his shoes off next to the door (or on a mat if there was one). With a sigh he followed Silas in deeper into the apartment, his eyes sort of fixed on Silas' back.
It wasn't until Silas told him to not touch any of his shit, when Zander actually looked around (snorting at first). And of course being only a middle class guy, his eyes widened and sort of stared at the apartment all slack-jawed. "Holy fuck." was his graceful reply. He did notice it looked sort of... bare -- but it was a lot bigger than his small-ass place. "What kind of fucking doctor are you?" he would ask as he followed after Silas, stopping outside his bedroom door... well more like freezing outside the bedroom (after realizing where Silas went).
Whether Silas answers or not, Zander would wander for a bit -- fingers fidgeting as he looked around. No he wasn't nervous, he was just trying his very best to keep his hands off Silas' shit... well what he did own.
When Silas emerged from the bathroom, Zander glanced over and a mischievous smirk crawled onto his face. "Gee doc, no need to undress for me." he chimed. Probably in reality Zander just still looked like a literal bloody mess. But he didn't really care, getting his cheap ass comments tossed out there was enough for him.
The werewolf sat where he was told to sit, eyeing the medical supplies with a slightly wary expression.
"So. I'm Zander, if you ever cared to know. he would say randomly accompanied with a lazy shrug. He thought he should at least know who pissed him off while diving head first into the bourbon. Silas' looked like he was concentrating a bit, and Zander wasn't ever too fond of anything doctors used, so you could say he was a tad bit uncomfortable. "What made you become a fucking doctor?" he would ask, his tone pretty neutral -- fuck, shit and other such words are just a permanent part of his vocabulary.
"Don't get me wrong, I love my men in uniform." he would add on with a smirk, and an eyebrow waggle. Zander was playing around, also testing some of Silas' buttons to see how far he could playfully push the guy... and to hide his probably obvious discomfort at the moment.
Mainly the latter.
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Post by Zephyr on Jan 8, 2013 21:10:21 GMT -5
The man’s eyes widen in honest surprise when Zander asks about his profession. Sure, people have ask what he did before…but never right after he’d just gotten done breaking their nose. Silas plays it off with a shrug of his shoulders as he pokes around in the things he brought from the bathroom. “I’m a neurosurgeon. Don’t patch people’s noses up for a living, but I think I’m more than qualified to fix you.” He mutters, waiting for Zander to sit down so he could take some alcohol and a clean cloth to his face, cleaning up the blood. He’s extra careful around the other man’s nose. It’ll still hurt, but Silas’ movements are gentle; careful, his eyebrows furrowed in meticulous concentration.
Zander’s next comment elicits a roll of Silas’ eyes and some quiet, unintelligible grumbles. The way he sees it, it’s his apartment. If Silas wanted to traipse around naked, the other wolf couldn’t stop him. Not that he had any intention of walking around his house naked with someone else here, but he could if he wanted to…Silas isn’t the most modest person in the world.
The name, too, comes as a surprise, and Silas can’t say it’s completely unwelcome. It’s just easier to pretend that he doesn’t care, and he pulls back after cleaning Zander’s face to toss the bloody cloth into the trash. “Silas.” The man introduces himself simply enough, opening a syringe and beginning to fill it with a clear liquid.
He doesn’t hesitate when he’s asked about why he chose to become a doctor. He isn’t ashamed of his past. It’s painful to talk about, but he isn’t enough of a bitch to tell someone that he doesn’t want to talk about it. Still. Abusive, murdering fathers are not something you bring up to someone you just met. Instead of telling the entire truth, Silas casually pulls the needle free and taps some air bubbles out, getting the right amount. “I was desperate to leave home, to prove that I could be a better man than my father…I wanted to help people.” He still likes helping people, but the motivations have changed along with Silas’ sour attitude.
“Hold still.” He orders, bringing the needle back up to Zander’s face. And when the guy makes that fucking joke? Silas growls a little and jabs the needle into the junction of his cheek and nose a little harder than is strictly necessary, even if he blushes slightly at the comment. “You’re a fucking cocky bastard, aren’t you?” He snorts, pulling the needle out and putting it on the counter. “Tell me when your nose is numb.” He instructs, sitting back and eyeing the other man with wary eyes. “What about you? What do you do? Don’t tell me I brought a goddamn hobo into my apartment.”
Yeah. Silas and hobos don’t mix well.
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Post by Zander Burke on Jan 9, 2013 23:50:09 GMT -5
"Silas." he would say, testing the name out loud, "that's actually a pretty sweet ass name." he would add a bit quieter, the comment mainly said to himself. Zander had to shorten his name to something no one would attach to Alexander.. Silas was at least different enough to be a good name.
But meanwhile the whole time Zander was eyeing the needle with much dislike. If he wasn't trying to not look like a little bitch in front of the guy who had just broken his nose... he would have gotten a bit violent (manly swatting). Sure he was used to the occasional hospital visit, but it had a completely different feel to it than... getting 'fixed up' in some guys apartment, albeit a really nice apartment. So when there was a needle in his face, Silas deserved any unnecessary joking -- even though the whole bit about the men in uniform thing was sort of true.
Zander realized his huge mistake as soon as the joke passed his lips. As soon as the needle punctured his skin, the man tensed right up, toes curling, and fists bunching. Message received! Loud and clear, no smart ass cocky comments to the doctor with the giant needle -- even when said comments are a shitty attempt at a sort of not really compliment.
"Shhhiiiit that hurt!!" he hissed as soon as the needle left his face, "remind me, with words next time, when you want to punish me for being a fucking dick head. God dammit!"
He couldn't help it, needles just make him squirm. You know that kid back in school who had to put on the bravest face ever... just for a flu shot, that would be Zander. He never cried, but he got awfully quiet as soon as he saw the needle. Now he tries to brush it off with cockiness -- he will know better next time Silas is carrying a fucking needle. If there was a next time... with the looks he was getting, there was a part of Zander who doubted he would see the doctor again.
Zander quit fidgeting when Silas spoke, asking him his own profession. If Silas knew him a bit better, he would probably see Zander trying to actually fight off being a cocky ass-face. The needle was enough to make him think before speaking. "I work in construction, mainly. Otherwise its any 'mr, fixit' job I can get my hands on." the blond werewolf would shrug a bit.
"Do I look like a fucking hobo?" he would ask before waving it off almost instantly, "nevermind, don't answer that." No need to walk into potential insults. After he would subconsciously he would reach up to touch his nose gingerly -- but then realized that it didn't hurt, instead it just felt like he had something big and awkward on his face. "Alright, I think this is numb enough." he would announce, playing a good patient.
There would be a pause before Zander would hesitantly speak up, "So... I appreciate the fixing up. Even though I was a bit of an ass at the bar. I know that shit is none of my fucking business." his tone was sincere, as he awkwardly scratched the back of his head, "Its just hard to fucking watch. But i'm... sorry." This is when Zander temporarily avoids eye contact, looking like any guy who just wanted to skip that part... but was too nice to avoid it anyway.
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Post by Zephyr on Jan 10, 2013 0:45:19 GMT -5
Well, shit. That’s new.
Probably the first time anyone’s ever called his name ‘sweet ass’. Usually he’s the one uttering those words and they have nothing to do with names. The look Silas gives Zander is confused at best, utterly bewildered at worse. The expression softens into one of genuine amusement at the werewolf’s overdramatic reaction to the shot. “Fucking hell.” Silas laughs, the sound managing to be amused and growly at the same time in only a way Silas can manage. “You are such a fucking baby. Suck it up and take it like a goddamn man!” He didn’t stop to think that maybe he didn’t have to jab the needle in so hard…but doctor’s prerogative.
Silas quirks a grin at the other werewolf, cannot fucking resist his next few words. “If I’d known it was so easy to shut you up, I would have carried a fucking needle to the bar with me and jabbed you with it.” He doesn’t normally walk so willingly into dirty jokes, but there are just so many ways that could be taken.
There’s no way Silas is going to be able to consider ‘fixing things’ a real job, but it isn’t like Zander actually has to know this. The doctor quirks an eyebrow at the guy’s words, snorting lightly towards the end. “I guess we both fix things for a living. The things I fix just tend to be cocky assholes with big fucking mouths.” The grin he quirks is quietly mischievous, and the grin widens at the hobo comment. Yeah…that’s probably a good choice. Silas only knows one person who can beat Zander in a looking like a hobo contest.
He chooses not to think of this as he puts on some gloves and goes to stand in front of Zander, pushing his way to stand between the other man’s legs, positioning himself with his hips nearly flush with the other werewolf’s as he concentrates fully on the guy’s nose. “You’ll probably be able to feel this, but it shouldn’t be more than a pinch.” With that, Silas lines up Zander’s nose with his eyes, then he presses his palms over it and brings both of his hands down, applying equal pressure to both sides of it. After he’s sure it’s set that way, he doesn’t even hesitate before he presses fingers into the werewolf’s nose and begins to align it from the inside.
Satisfied with his work, Silas takes off the gloves, grabs an ice pack and presses it to Zander’s nose. “Hold this there, but don’t press too hard or you’ll push it out of place.” He knows that’ll be easy to do with how his nose is numb at the moment, but Silas doesn’t have any intention of letting him leave until the fucker can feel his nose anyway. He steps out from between the other man’s legs, shrugging lightly. “It’s fine. Don’t worry about it.”
He doesn’t exactly want to be talking about this…not here with a veritable stranger, but the way the guy softened up at the end has Silas feeling a little more open. “I just have the fucking shittiest luck with guys. Apparently it’s just really fucking easy to leave me.” He grins then, and chuckles lightly, as if it is an appropriate thing to do in the situation. “I ruin everything and everyone I touch.” Silas leaves it at that, turning without another word to gather up his supplies and put everything back in place. He’s unnaturally quiet then, brooding, no doubt wishing for another drink.
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Post by Zander Burke on Jan 10, 2013 13:44:34 GMT -5
"Listen here fucker. Your bedside manner sucks. I should get a fucking sticker for putting up with that needle." he would say with a dignified snort, pouring all seriousness in his voice. No Zander was not the most mature man on the planet, but he knew how to make situations either amusingly awkward, or he could lighten the mood. Then again there is always the possibility he takes things too far... and gets punched in the face. Either way he's not ashamed, ever (mostly). So Silas' comments bounced off with very little harm to his ego. But this doesn't make him a complete bitch either hence his earlier retort.
"Congradu-fucking-lations you have found my weak point. Remind me to never fucking pick a fight with you from here on." he had thought of all the dirty retorts to what Silas stated but Zander resisted, although he couldn't help but smirking a bit, amusement written all over his face.
"Shit. I wish I made the amount of money you make when you 'fix' shit." he would say as the good doctor gets up and puts on some gloves. Zander makes a face, in between curiosity and 'uh-oh'. The wolf mentally prepares himself which just consisted of sitting as straight as he's able to manage, and just looking serious. He hoped his nose was fucking numb enough because he knows what is happening next. He's broken enough bones to know that shit needs to be set before anything else happens. Zander's resolve was pretty good at the moment, he was expecting to feel at least some pain... and nose pain was probably the worst.
His resolve was good, until Silas moved in close... very close. This caused all thoughts to shift from where they were, and instead focus on how close Silas was. His wolf, didn't waste anytime to try and sniff out the other... and these are one of those times when the beast makes Zander feel super uncomfortable. Focusing instead on pushing the animal down, and on definitely not on the fact that his hands were very close to someone's hips. Zander's head was still addled by the beer, and so this was very difficult. Also in situations like this it was difficult to judge where to look, so he just closed his eyes, and tried not to be think about anything. If he were just human, it may be easy... but when werewolves were involved, especially if they weren't properly acquainted... it made shit hard. He hoped Silas' beast was fucking sleeping and not paying attention to anything.
When Silas spoke, it helped Zander focus elsewhere... especially in time to feel the pinch he warned him about.
When Silas was done, Zander let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. "Remind me to never speak of this again. I think I prefer getting my fucking arm set." he said while grabbing the ice pack and applying as much pressure he felt Silas place. Silently he listened to Silas explain shit, and Zander listened feeling a lot more comfortable with the other wolf out of his... space.
"Fuck. Relationships never go as planned, especially for people who give a fuck." he replied. "Have you tried women? If not... then don't fucking bother. Complicated lil blood suckers." he would add with a shake of his head. He tried to date women, only because his mother didn't like the fact that he preferred men. Eventually she got over it when he'd pick the worst ones, or when he flat out told her one day... he was fucking done trying.
Zander would snort at the last comment, but didn't meant it to be an insult, "I haven't been 'ruined' yet, so I think you're fine. Although if my fucking nose explodes I will be sure to let you know." he replied standing up to stretch his legs. His eyes would finally slide to Silas, watching him for a moment. When he spoke he looked away pretending to be just looking around.
"If it means anything. I don't see any reason why the dicks fucked off." and without too much of a pause, he would look back around and change the subject entirely. "Do you mind if I crash here tonight?" he asked, "I'll fuck off in the morning, if my head is clear."
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Post by Zephyr on Jan 10, 2013 18:10:53 GMT -5
While he was standing so near to Zander, Silas had been having a similar battle with his wolf. It wanted to reach out to the other man’s wolf, but Silas had had a lot of experience with suppressing the animal. He kind of has to to be able to treat other wolves. This wasn’t anything different than anything Silas was used to, so it was a simple matter of compartmentalizing and keeping his attention on the medicine, and not the fact that he was all but pressing up against the other wolf; his scent surrounding Silas.
Needless to say, Silas’ wolf is not very pleased about this, and it rebels, as it always does, against the man’s suppression. Silas has had plenty of experience with working with wolves in the pack to know that it isn’t always best to let the animal have its way, especially when it comes to very attractive men with wolves of their own.
When he pulls away, he finally allows himself to breathe. The wolf settles down, albeit grumpily, and Silas is able to hear the amusement in the other wolf’s voice. “Yeah.” Silas says with a miniscule grin that he shoots in the other wolf’s direction. “You type me as the kind of person who has to get bones fixed a lot…what with getting into fights with random guys at the bar and all.”
With that, he returns to cleaning up his mess, putting his supplies back into the back and listening to Zander’s words with a somber finality. “Relationships aren’t worth it.” He says at last, his voice soft and filled with a bitterness only gained from experience. “Especially if you let yourself fall too hard, too fast. Everyone always leaves, and it’s probably your fault.” There’s a reason Silas is so jaded on relationships. But, he’s relieved when Zander shifts the topic so suddenly and the doctor snorts lightly, setting the bag up on the counter. “I have. When I was younger. My dad wouldn’t have had it any other way. He would have killed me if he knew I was open to dating guys too.” And Silas isn’t even joking about that, but it’s hard to tell because of the lilt of amusement in his voice.
“Women are good for sex.” Silas says, finally turning to eye Zander. “Not so good for relationships though…at least for me.” He tries not to sound completely sexist about the whole thing, but it’s difficult to get something like that out without sounding a little sexist. He doesn’t really give a shit or not if the other wolf finds his words distasteful though…this is his apartment, after all.
His smile widens at the other man’s next words and Silas gives him a snort. “Not yet, but hang around with me enough and you might find that changed.” That’s all he’s going to say on that matter though, and while he said it with a humorous tone, he really does believe he’s destined to ruin every single relationship he’s ever going to be in, and even ruin some that he wants so badly that never even got started. He licks his lips, going silent once more when Zander speaks. Confusion and bewilderment drag his eyebrows together and he tilts his head around to glance at Zander. Whatever the other wolf sees in him, isn’t what’s really there, or at least it’s only a small portion. Nathan hadn’t wanted him…decided to run away from him instead. Matthias hadn’t wanted him, he’d also ran away…and though the kid was coming around more, it was always at the hospital, and it wasn’t nearly enough for Silas.
Things will never be like they used to, and it guts him to think about it.
Still, he can’t help but see the good in others, despite his decidedly dismal outlook on the world. “They aren’t dicks.” He says flatly with a shrug. “They just didn’t want me. Can’t fault them for seeing in me what I knew was there all along.” He’s never thought he was good enough for anyone…and every time Nathan or Matthias would make a comment praising something about it, Silas could never believe it. Them leaving him shows just how right he was about everything…his personality, his appearance. Silas never had low self-esteem…he’d always just been brutally honest about himself.
Then the topic changes again, and the doctor pulls an exaggerated irritated fine. “Fine, you fucker. But you get the fucking couch. You’re lucky you came when you did. I actually have a nice couch now.” He walks towards the bedroom to put his stuff away. “You can use the shower after I’m done, if you want…and I’ll get you some blankets and a pillow.” And he paused, turning slowly to fix Zander with a very pointed glare. “But if you make a fucking mess in my bathroom, I will fucking shove a goddamn needle into your dick.” For making a threat to the man’s dick, Silas is decidedly calm, turning after that to disappear into his bedroom again to put shit away and shower.
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Post by Zander Burke on Jan 10, 2013 19:38:49 GMT -5
Zander would return the grin, "Hah yeah, pretty much. But I haven't broken a bone in a while, since I stopped drinking fucking liquor. Shit you should have seen me before I was attacked, in the hospital every other weekend." he would roll his eyes slightly, back then he would just get completely smashed and wouldn't give a shit about anything. It wasn't until he almost died when he cut back a bunch got a real job and tried to get his life back in order. Sure there was the odd bar fight, but he knew when to stop, wasn't afraid to look a like a little bitch and call mercy.
Zander didn't comment on Silas' view on relationships, he let it slide as the conversation shifted. It was probably because he wasn't too sure on relationships either, back in his teens and earlier twenties shit didn't work... and it was a lot harder to 'come out of the closet'. There was a part of him that disagreed with Silas on the not worth it part, since he believed that one day someone would just fucking hit him... and that's that he would be happy. A fucking pipe dream though, Zander wasn't too fond of fucking looking for a relationship.
"I was never interested in women, I guess I was just fucking born special. I gave it a shot because my fucking mother was persistent, but. They weren't even worth the sex. Whiny and bitchy, the lot of 'em," he replied with a smirk, "Or I just failed at picking them." he snorted. Not that it really mattered, he didn't care enough to feel bad for breaking up with them. They got over it pretty fast calling him an 'insensitive pig'.
Leaning against a wall, Zander shot Silas a look, considering. "I think I will chance it." he replied with a shrug, switching the ice pack to the other side of his face. While they were talking, Zander found he liked the man's company -- someone who can take his bullshit and hand it right back on a fucking shiny platter. No one had put up with Zander this long after he was a complete dick to them at the bar. He liked to think that it was because he failed at making friends, which suited him fine. But Silas hadn't kicked him out yet, doctor or no doctor... he would have kicked himself out a long time ago.
"That's fucking cryptic. Or they could have failed to see what was just a bit deeper." his expression had gone serious, before sighing; a slow smile creeping back into place, "but what the fuck do I know. I personally don't give a shit, if they leave my ass... they weren't worth my time -- no matter how I felt." Shit hurts, but in the end you can't do anything but deal with it. He learned this from his father at a very young age, although his father didn't word it like that... it was something similar.
Zander would smile a crooked smile when Silas allowed him to stay."You know dickhead, the nice thing to do would be to offer me your bed. I guess the fucking couch will do." The fire in his voice was almost gone, a little worn out, he supposed but that didn't stop him from being a dick.
But the threat took the smile off his face, "you wouldn't fucking dare." he would call after the other wolf. Whether Silas replied or not, he didn't care. Zander made his way to the couch, leaning his head back. He should probably take a shower, by the way Silas was fucking bitching he wouldn't expect to see anything nasty in there.
When Zander heard Silas was done, he got his ass off the couch and showered too (pretty much slackjawed at the size of his bathroom). There was nothing else to be said, things eventually blurred together. No not because of his head, he was just fucking tired, his work day finally catching up on top of the bar activities. Making sure he left everything where it was supposed to be, Zander flopped on the couch... and passed out.
Zander's phone woke him up promptly at 7:00am, forgetting to turn the damned thing off. Groaning the wolf fumbled with his phone and shut off the noise. The man pushed himself into a seated position, his head finally clear... albeit pretty sore. He didn't drink enough last night to forget bits and pieces. But he didn't regret getting into that fight with Silas, because it actually led to some pretty interesting conversations. Also for Zander it was pretty rare to be with another of his own kind.
Unfortunately Zander remembered his 'fuck off in the morning' promise. So promptly the man got up... and decided to instead raid Silas' kitchen for something to eat before he left. When he found absolutely no hangover breakfast food, he stared stupidly at the almost empty pantries and fridge. "Are you fucking kidding me..." he muttered to himself.
Shaking his head he called his cab and headed back home. He needed a change of clothes (now blue T-shirt and slightly darker jeans) and he would prefer his own car to the piece of shits the cabbies drove. Walking in his own apartment sucked, and he immediately felt the need to head back out... wondering vaguely how Silas would react to seeing Zander still there. Deciding to wing it, the wolf stopped off at the grocery store, and picked up the basics, eggs, bacon, sausage and some orange juice. Pretty much the basics to any hangover meal and since Silas didn't have any, Zander would be the 'good Samaritan' and provide him with some.
Parking across the street, Zander made his way back up to Silas'. He opened the door gingerly, hoping Silas was still in bed. If the man was Zander just helped himself putting the stuff he got away. When that was done, Zander sort of awkwardly stood for a moment before smirking to himself. So without hesitation Zander made his way to Silas' room (again gawking at the bed), and stood in the doorway. "Fucking lazy ass." he muttered, "Hey... Hey! Silas." if said man didn't move or anything Zander would go and grab one of the cushions from the couch. As hard as he could he would toss said cushion at Silas' head.
"Hey fucker! You're making me fucking breakfast!" this would be said a little louder, also with the most mischievous smiles he could manage.
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Post by Zephyr on Jan 10, 2013 21:38:50 GMT -5
When he doesn’t have to work, Silas makes the most of his days by staying in bed all morning and most of the afternoon. He’s a fucking doctor…a good portion of his time is spent totally exhausted…and it isn’t like he’s expecting Zander to still be in his apartment. In fact, by the time the other man gets around to waking him up, Silas has forgotten all about him. He’s mostly just interested in his face pressed into his pillow, snuffling lightly like an overgrown puppy.
He isn’t expecting to be pelted with a giant pillow in the morning, but when he is, Silas freaks the fuck out. He springs to attention, all snarling and flailing limbs and green-brown eyes narrowed into dangerous slits. He knew he was a pretty heavy sleeper, but it doesn’t take a fucking pillow to the face to wake him. Silas’ eyes meet Zander’s, and the doctor knows he looks awful, his hair all askew, side of his face red where it’d been pressed into the pillow all night long. Luckily for both of them though, Silas’ sheets are tangled around his waist and legs…which means Zander won’t actually see any parts of Silas until he pulls himself out of bed.
Which he does, before too long, giving no fucks that he apparently sleeps naked and that Zander is probably getting a good view of his ass…and other parts of his anatomy. “What the hell?” Why haven’t you left yet isn’t something that actually comes to mind because at this point in his life, he’s just used to annoyingly cocky manchildren taking advantage of his hospitality...not that Silas actually minds…secretly. “Why the fuck would I cook you breakfast? You are an actual, literal hobo…aren’t you?” Silas sighs dramatically and stomps off into the bedroom.
He returns, not too much longer with his hair actually presentable, and looking much more like a respectable human being…even if he’s still only in his boxers. It’s his fucking apartment. If he wants to parade around in his underwear, he has every right.
“I don’t even have any goddamn food to make breakfast for you, you shit.” Silas growls as he stomps past Zander. “If you’re so fucking hungry, I have a freezer full of…” And the doctor trails off awkwardly after this because he notices the shopping bags in the kitchen. Eyes widening, he speeds up, throwing open the cabinets and refrigerator and seeing…food.
Slowly, he turns on Zander, the growl rumbling through his chest. “You bought me food?” The words aren’t accusatory or even unfriendly. They’re flat and incredulous and accompanied by one of Silas’ famous eyebrow lifts to his hairline. “Why the fuck would you buy me food? And why do you expect me to fix you breakfast? I’m still getting over the goddamn hangover!” The surgeon slams the refrigerator door and sighs dramatically, letting his head list forward onto the surface of the island. “Why the hell is this actually my life?”
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Post by Zander Burke on Jan 10, 2013 22:23:28 GMT -5
All hell pretty much broke loose.
Zander didn't know what to expect, in all honesty he expected him to freak out like he had at the bar. But this wasn't like the bar at all, this was something completely different. Silas freaked the fuck out, and it was actually pretty hilarious, as much as he was trying to control his reaction and face features... he was pretty sure amusement was written all over his face. Not to mention the sight of the doctor when he sat bolt upright, and Zander took it all in taking all kinds of mental pictures. Fuck if only he didn't leave his phone in his car.
But the amusement washed away some when Silas actually got out of bed. Since Zander was pretty much only interested in guys, seeing one naked (besides himself) was... like a straight guy seeing a naked woman. So amusement turned into something like complete embarrassment, as his cheeks probably went sort of red and he tried so very hard to keep his eyes on Silas' face. He didn't mean to see anything... he wasn't expecting the fucking guy to be naked. Normally when people have guests, they wear clothes, but not Silas. Zander was pretty much speechless, and when Silas poses the 'what the hell' question -- he was still a tad stunned.
It wasn't until Silas stomped away when Zander finally found his voice. "An actual literal hobo wouldn't have gone home, and changed fucking clothes." he stated walked away to let Silas change. It was... a lame response at best but he really wasn't expecting that to crawl out of bed to greet him.
Zander took a seat at the island, pretty much where he was last night. In all honesty he himself normally sleeps in all day as well. Although he was all freshened up, the hangover was still evident... the bump on his head didn't help either. Brown and blue eyes glanced over to see Silas march out of his room. "Fucking christ..." he muttered realizing that he was only in his boxers. But all was forgotten when Silas continued the conversation where they left off. Zander's smirk of amusement was back as he watched Silas flicker through emotions as soon as he figured out that Zander had bought him food.
The werewolf stood as soon as Silas rounded on him, Zander merely raised his hands in defense. "Oh for fuck sakes... who doesn't love bacon and eggs to feed their hangover?" he asked rhetorically.
"Also, what the fuck. I have never seen a fridge so god damned empty. So I did you a favor, or I thought I was doing you a fucking favor." Zander would pause, there was no irritation in his voice, nope there was only bewilderment. But that soon dropped and his voice became oddly polite, as his stomach reminded him why he bought the food in the first place.
"Since you have food now.... I would very much love if you made some breakfast," Zander's eyes would try and catch Silas' giving him something resembling a puppy pleading look, "Please."
"I will fucking... clean up afterward, and everything."
There was no shame in begging for some food, especially trying his whole puppy look.
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Post by Zephyr on Jan 12, 2013 0:57:51 GMT -5
Silas is momentarily stunned into silence when Zander puts his hands up. Why the hell did everyone think that he was automatically going to hit him. He might be a crotchety, grumpy old man, but he doesn’t think he’s a particularly violent one. He’s never thrown cats into walls or puppies into streets before. Still, apparently Zander seems to think he’s going to punch him in the face or something, because his hands are up and Silas’ face cycles through emotions like the television of a bored high school student. At last, he settles on a disgruntled expression and he snorts at the other man.
“I do like bacon and eggs. I just prefer someone else make them for me.” It isn’t the most witty remark, and it’s definitely this side of petulant …but the doctor sees it as a perfectly good response to Zander’s question. “It isn’t like I have time to cook anything with my work schedule.” There are times when Silas goes without eating for a while, just because he’s busy and too fucking exhausted to make anything by the time he gets home. But, these are details better left out of his explanation. For Zander’s sake.
The surgeon shrugs at the other man’s words, turning to open the refrigerator to rifle through the food Zander had bought. “Like I said. I hardly ever have the time to make food, so why leave something in there that’s just going to spoil?"
He’s about to roll his eyes at the werewolf’s attempts at getting him to make him breakfast, but Silas is still on the fence, pulling a face at the innocuous looking carton of eggs. This lasts right up Zander actually says please, and Silas freezes, slowly closing the door to look up at the other man with a furious scowl on his face. He’d never been one to resist someone saying please to him…because he knows if someone says please, they’re fucking serious about it.
Silas hasn’t been thinking about the mess that would inevitably follow the cooking, but now that Zander’s brought it up, he adds another mental checkmark to the ‘cons’ section of his list. Still…fuck. That expression the werewolf flashes at Silas seals the deal and the doctor sighs dramatically, his glare venomous. “Oh my god. Fucking fine. I will make you breakfast, but you fucking owe me.” He growls, but the fact that he’s actually agreeing to this should be enough of an indication that he doesn’t actually mean any malicious intent with it.
With that, he goes to rifle through the contents of the fridge, pulling out the various ingredients of the breakfast. The doctor is actually a goddamn good cook. If it’s delicious and greasy, he has probably cooked it…especially all the southern recipes his mother used to make him. Suddenly, Silas gets an epiphany and turns around, flashing a suspicious glance at Zander. “Why’d you come back?” Silas doesn't mean anything malicious with his comment and there is no accusation in his voice, just honest curiosity. The fact that someone could possible enjoy his company is not something that had ever crossed Silas’ mind. And though he’ll never admit this, he’s actually pretty pleased that Zander did come back. The doctor might say he values his privacy, but in the end, he is human and he appreciates the company of other people as much as he can get it.
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Post by Zander Burke on Jan 12, 2013 10:24:17 GMT -5
Right after the please Zander knew he hooked him, especially by the nasty stare he was getting. The werewolf didn't recoil, didn't flinch and there was not a apologetic smile in place. He kept up the act right until the doctor verbally agreed -- after that a grin spread across his face. "Just fucking name it, and it will be done," he replied. He was pretty much as serious as he could be, Zander was one of those men... where his stomach was definitely a way to his heart, and having to plead for food didn't curdle that heart either (it just made it more fun). Zander wasn't a hard man to please at all, as Silas could probably see, since he didn't react at all to Silas' grumps and growls.
"That's shitty... but I get what you mean," he said finally "During the week all I ever eat is shit you throw into the oven for fifteen or twenty minutes." the werewolf shrugged, it wasn't bad but he was definitely thankful for his job... because if he had any other job that didn't involve a lot of moving around he'd be fat as fuck.
Suddenly Silas whirled around on him again, and Zander's face just slipped into a look of curiosity... like as if someone just called his name. The first time Silas rounded on him, he was a little surprised... now he knew Silas wasn't going to hit him unless Zander fucking deserved it. His question however sort of caught him off guard, he didn't know how to answer it. For a moment he struggled with what to say first, "I don't know... fuck. I like ya. I fucking insulted your booze and your... way of dealing with shit. You still decided to fix my nose." he shrugged, "as you can probably guess, I don't get along with too many people. I piss them off, and they fuck off. It takes someone special to deal with my shit," he offered Silas a smile - hoping he answered his question.
"Plus now, you're fucking making breakfast practically in the nude. Right now you're my favorite person." Like mentioned, it didn't take much too please Zander... but unless Silas seriously didn't want him around, he was sticking around. Zander called this a test run of sorts... he did it subconsciously but when he caught himself he just rolled with it. If guys can't handle him being as obnoxious and pushy as he is... well -- wait. Fuck. An expression suddenly crossed his face, a bit surprised, was he... actually looking for someone? Is this why he's acting the way he is? His eyes glided to Silas, he didn't know... he liked the guy, he knew that much. But it could go either way...
Zander stood pushing all of that from his mind, telling himself to fuck off. The wolf then began to rifle through the cupboards until he found the plates, utensils and glasses, dodging around Silas when he had to. "Where do you keep you-- never mind found them," he said grabbing the salt and pepper shakers as well... leaving them by Silas in case he needed them. With what he had though he set the island up and walked back to the fridge.
"Did you want any juice?" he would ask as he poured himself one. Zander's demeanor changed a bit, this is what he normally does when he meets people... namely guys. He doesn't mean to... and this time he didn't expect it at all. He just wanted to drink and get into a good scrap, and that's that. The other guy normally screams obscenities about Zander's mother... and Zander is normally cabbed or given a slap on the wrist by the bartenders. This time, no matter Silas' intentions, actually gave a shit.
"Hey. What else do you do... besides being a bad ass surgeon slash nose-breaker?" he asked, striking up some conversation, mainly to keep Zander from over thinking shit like he normally does. And with that Zander settled back into how he normally acts.
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Post by Zephyr on Jan 12, 2013 19:03:05 GMT -5
The guy actually…likes him?
The fact that someone could like him who wasn’t Matthias – and Silas still doesn’t know how the kid does it – isn’t something that had ever crossed his mind. His entire life he had had it drilled into him that he is nothing; not fit for normal society. Over the years, he’s come to believe it. There was a time, with Nathan, that he could find himself disbelieving this…but that time is done, and Nathan left and the doubt he had begun to have had been ripped away.
He makes a face at Zander, eyes shuttering and the confused expression that had been on his face is wiped away with a growl. “You need to pick who you like a little better. I’ll only ruin things for you.” With that he turns and starts to fix breakfast, falling into the lull that comes to him while he is cooking.
While cooking, he doesn’t have to worry about anything. He can stop thinking, at least for a while, and concentrate on the familiarity of cracking eggs and sizzling bacon. He does cast Zander a glare that’s marred by a blush in his cheeks when the other man speaks about him being nude, but otherwise he stays silent, soothed by the familiar motions his body goes through.
He stays silent while Zander wanders about his kitchen, gathering plates and utensils and for once he isn’t possessed with the desire to make the man not touch his belongings. They fall into a silence, while not completely comfortable, is bearable at least. The doctor glances over at the man’s question, pulling his attention away from the food for a moment to that he can watch the other man. He thinks about telling him no, that his bourbon will suffice, but instead he nods lightly; manages a grumpy, “Sure” before returning to the food.
It’s a little while before Zander’s question, and it has Silas falling silent and pensive. What does he do when he isn’t working or hanging around bars these days? He licks his lips, shrugging lightly. The man tries to sound casual when the words leave his mouth. “Nothing. What else do I need besides work and alcohol?” And that question is a gutting one. He can only think of one thing he needs, and it’s something he can never get…one person who will never have him. He’s burnt those bridges long ago in an act of youthful lust…and he doesn’t know where to start repairing them...he wants to though, so much he can barely breathe. What he'd wanted for so long hadn't been what he'd really wanted...he sees this now...but it's too late.
Maybe moving on is the best way out of this mess. He isn’t completely lost, and he knows he should get out before he is, so he just rolls his shoulder, cracking a smile at Zander and changing the subject as soon as he can. “Food’s ready. Get your ass over here. I am not bringing you food, you shit.”
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Post by Zander Burke on Jan 13, 2013 0:33:48 GMT -5
The warning pretty much bounced off, but Zander did take note of it. That was all he could do, why the fuck would he listen to someone who clearly thought very little of himself? So while noted, Zander would not take heed... nor would he take it seriously. Silas may have the self-loathing bastard flaw... but it wasn't anything Zander wasn't used to. He had his mother to thank for the high tolerance, since that was all she did when she left his dad. Things only got worse when he tried to do anything about it... it was only when he ignored it and, acted like he normally would around someone he cared about -- unless she wanted to talk... then he would. Otherwise she didn't get any other special attention. Now he didn't know what would help Silas, he just didn't -- but he wasn't going to feed any of his self-hating, all he could do is act like he normally would. But he can't help but want to know what made him like this.
Zander fetched Silas' glass of juice, and just set it on the island with the rest of the things -- unless Silas gave any indication on whether he wanted it now. He sat down, and waited patiently for Silas' answer... if he was ever going to get one. He vaguely wondered if he said something wrong, but he tried not to over think shit... Now whoever said women were a lot more complicated than men, never met one who cared beyond the sex. It was all the same, no matter what fucking gender you were. Meeting anyone was all the same, you never know the person unless they choose to open up.
"I used to do that for the longest time. I wasn't trying to fucking drown myself... well. No. I just did it because I could. Get home from work, get fucking loaded, and not give a fuck." nah no moral of the story, well there was one... but he didn't know if it was against any werewolf code to talk about when they got fucked up. Anything that had to do with anything wolf, Zander had no fucking idea. He didn't know there was even a pack.
When Silas announced breakfast was ready, Zander jumped up. "Then sit your ass down, i'll grab yours too." he would say making a move to playfully shove the guy, but stopped remembering last night's reaction to Zander's touch. Instead he waved Silas away if he didn't move the first time. "Unless you don't want me touching your shit." he snipped, with a playful smirk. "I'm honestly surprised you didn't bite my head off when I," he suddenly paused when he looked at what they had. "Shiiiiit. I forgot the mother fucking bread. God dammit." he stated suddenly as realization sort of dawned on his face.
He shook his head with a 'god dammit' expression on his face as he proceeded with getting the food. If Silas allowed Zander to get his, he would do that first, setting his plate in front of him (or at his seat). After he himself was seated Zander without looking at Silas, "I appreciate all these warnings you're giving me. But, its my choice."
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