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Character(s): Red | Wolf
Content: Dinner and explanations
Setting: Wolf's place at the Iriela Apartments
Time: Evening | Dinner Time
Warnings: TBA

Red found herself making her way nervously toward the Iriela apartments. Scratching through a door, or rather attempting to do so — what kind of person was she making friends with, here? Then again, of all people, Red had absolutely no right to judge anyone or anything; no one could have done anything as terrible as she did to poor, innocent Peter. She was climbing the stairs to the second floor and once she reached it, glanced for his door. It wasn’t hard to pick it out of the others, it indeed being covered in scratch marks.

Swallowing a lump, hands moving to her hood, she pushed it off of her head and made for the door a bit slowly, if not cautiously.

“He’s such a sweet man,” she told herself as she moved forward. “There’s absolutely no reason to worry about going into his home, it’s probably just as nice and charming as he is.”

It really wasn’t all that difficult to pep talk herself into heading to his apartment. In a few short strides, Red was at the door, looking it over, slowly feeling at ease for some reason. There was a small sense of familiarity at the markings, although at the time she didn’t really recognize why. Lifting her hand and curling her fingers into a fist, she rapped at the door a few times gently.

Closing her eyes briefly, she took a breath. “Everything will be explained, he said so.”

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Wolf was already preparing dinner, all right he had to admit. He already indulged himself with some bacon. Hey he couldn’t help it, the stuff is the most delicious thing besides steak and lamb of course. Wolf pulled out the Bacon n’ Sausage Ranch Potatoes from the oven and placed the bowl on the table, along with large bowl of sliced peaches, and garlic bread he had placed out. As he was about to check on the bacon he had sizzling away, he heard a knock on the door.

Giving a hum, Wolf lowered the heat and made his way to the door. He opened the door with a big smile, “Red! You made it, come on in, come on in. Dinner’s almost ready! Here have a seat on the couch!” Welcoming her inside to come into the living room. It was nice and tidy, rather cozy actually. Wolf gave a smile to her, “Would you like me to get you a drink? Some tea maybe?”

Her hands were wringing as the door was pulled opened, she forced herself to stop when Wolf came into sight. Smiling to his welcome, she relaxed. He was just as kind and nice as she remembered him being, there was no reason to fret about the scratches on his door. Right? Right.

Dinner was already almost ready? Boy, did he know how to cook fast. Her cheeks flushed red as she was ushered into his home and after a quick glance around, gave him a friendly nod, sitting herself down onto the couch. The area looked so nice and welcoming, it felt like a warm place to be and the girl couldn’t help but to smile, although her hands were wringing in her lap again, almost on their own because she couldn’t even remember beginning to do so. Clearing her throat, she pressed her palms to her thighs to try and keep a hold on her awkward, nervous issue.

“Oh, ah— Tea, please, if you don’t mind.” Tea, Granny always loved tea. Rose tea specifically! She could recall the aroma that came from it being brewed, the sweet fragrance from the rose petals in the water. Red found she was smiling and glanced over her shoulder to peer into the kitchen. There was something else smelling particularly sweet to her in the moment and it wasn’t rose tea.

“Is that bacon?” her voice perked up just at the thought. One didn’t need to be part canine to like the smell of bacon or the taste of it, but it certainly seemed to help.

“Coming right up!” Wolf said, as he made his way back to the kitchen to take the kettle off the stove to pour the hot water into a teapot that had some black tea bags inside. Wolf gave a smile toward Red when she questioned about the bacon, “Indeed it is!”

Holding up a bowl, half full of bacon that was already cooked, and the frying pan that currently cooking more. “Bacon, roasted toasted, I do admit I had a few, several before you came. But I had to taste test them, and boy are they delicious!” Wolf went on as he guided the sizzled bacon from the pan into the bowl.

After Wolf put a new batch of bacon on the pan, Wolf poured a cup of tea for Red, and glanced his way back toward the living room. “Oh yes, do you like yours with cream or sugar?”

Red pushed the hood from her hair and glancing over her shoulder, smiled to the man. Boy, he certainly did like his bacon, didn’t he? It caused her to giggle at him, but she understood. After all, the smell was making her really want some too. Watching him put the bacon into the bowl; she didn’t even notice her tongue slide along her lips. It really did look yummy…

Shaking it off as he asked about her tea and how she took it, Red flushed and shook her head softly. “Oh, just sugar please.” Not that the tea really needed it, tea was good just on its own, but who didn’t like to make things just a little sweeter from time to time? And besides, Granny wasn’t here to tell her ‘no’ to putting as much sugar as she wanted into the liquid. It was almost freeing — almost.

Feeling awkward at just waiting around, the girl picked herself up and moved a bit cautiously toward the kitchen. “Um…” she rubbed her arm lightly, glancing to Wolf. “Is there anything I could, maybe, help with?”

Giving a nod, Wolf took a spoonful of sugar and stirred it in the cup. He gave a shrug, “Oh it’s almost done, ah here-” Wolf spoke as he handed Red her tea and proceeded to gather some of the food in plates. He gave a smile to her, as he tilted his head toward the table, “You can go ahead and help start setting up the table though. That should save us both some time.”

“Oh—”

She felt her cheeks redden, awkwardly smiling at him in thanks for the tea. She was preparing herself to take a sip from it just as he asked her to set the table. Rather than drink it, she set the cup down on the counter and giving him a nod, rolled up her sleeves (which was useless as they just slid down her arms again) and grabbed the dishes to go about setting them up in proper place.

“I can do that! I used to set the table all the time for Granny.”

The dishes clinked as they were set to the table, eventually she had the thing all worked up properly and giving a nod to Wolf, she picked up her tea again and this time managed to take a sip.

“Record time.” She gave a smug smirk.

Wolf grinned back at Red, my she just looks absolutely adorable when she blushes like that. He gave a nod then as he began to put some of the dishes with food on the table. After they were both done, he smirked at Red and playfully poked her nose, “Ah~ Bing! You win! Your grrrrand prize my dear~ DINNER!”

Giving a little laugh Wolf already started to sit down in his own seat, to gather food in his plate, “The best prize! Very best!”

“Ah!”

Her eyes crossed briefly at the poke to her nose and again her cheeks flushed to match her namesake. Gosh, why was this man so endearing? She gives a giggle, though, at his playful manner in telling her that it’s time for dinner. It was one of the most unique ways she’d ever been asked to eat a meal with someone. A bit shyly, she moved to take her place at the table to join in with gathering some food for herself as well.

“This all smells and looks very, very lovely, Mister Wolf.”

Wolf shared the little giggle with her. He really can’t help himself around her, she was simply too precious. He gave a happy nod, “Oh yes yes, roasted toasted bacon. Grrrrf, you can never go wrong with meat like that! Let’s dig right in!”

Immediately Wolf began to dug into his own meal, because he sure loved his meat. Really he was a little messy, but not too messy. He does know a few table manners after all. He waved his fork, “Mmm-Is it good?”

Red chuckled at him. He was just too sweet and his love for bacon was just adorable. Giving a light shake of her head, she shifts on her seat and politely takes to eating her portion of the meal. She falls to silence, eyes peering over at him as he eats. He almost seems to be going about it the way that an actual wolf might — digging in and being messy about it (although not too messy, as it were.) Her brow arched though and she was brought back to wondering about the marks on his door. Hadn’t he said something about clawing the door to get in?

Wolf… Bacon… Claws…

Swallowing a lump, she pushed her gaze down to her dish and surprised, shook her head — but! She’d meant to nod, so quickly she changed to doing that instead. Oops, silly nerves. Coughing lightly, her fork stirred her potatoes some, playing with them rather than eating them at just that moment. What she had tasted of them before, though, they were delicious. “I, it’s very good, yes…” she gave him a rather nervous nod as she found herself thinking:

What if he was like her…?

Not noticing Red’s looks, Wolf was happily eating his meat-indulged meal. Really, if Remus were here, he’d probably smack Wolf upside the head and tell him to have better table manners. He gave a silly smile, his cheeks still filled with food, as he went back to eating the rest of the meal on his plate.

Although as Wolf finished one of the bacon potatoes, he glanced up, now noticing she was drifting away in her thoughts. His mouth still filled with the food as he asked, “Youff sureb?”

Edited 2012-06-11 03:00 (UTC)

Manners weren’t really something high on her list of things to be worried about at the moment, although it was sort of cute to watch him being so ridiculously unbred. It was sweet and honestly, reminded her of Peter. He was lacking in manners for the most part himself. Her lips tugged into a soft smile, briefly, before it faded as she returned to her thoughts.

Hearing his voice though, she frowned. She chewed her lips and lowering her gaze, she had to wonder about what happened to his door.

“Mr Wolf,” shifting nervously in her seat, fork playing at her food, Red spoke quietly, “how did your door get the way it is?”

Putting down the utensils Wolf, concentrated on Red, he knew it had to come up in conversation. She had to know sooner or later, despite of what he thinks her history might be. He looked down for a moment as he collected his thoughts, “Red… The reason why it’s…” He gave a sigh as he held out his hand to hold hers in comfort; “I would like to ask of you not to be afraid. I know it might be too much to ask, but it’s very important you mustn’t be afraid. Especially of me.”

Her eyes darted first to his hand on hers and then to his gaze again. ‘Be brave,’ she told herself, giving him a nod. After everything she had gone through in such a short time — Peter, Granny telling her the truth, losing Snow and finding herself in a strange, new land — bravery was something she was finding she had to pump herself up with before it would even try to make itself present to the girl.

Shifting in her seat, swallowing a lump, she turned her palm to clasp his into her own, attempting to display a bit of comfort to him. He was such a nice man; there just couldn’t be anything that he could tell her that would make her think any less of him, right? She liked to think so.

Promising not to be afraid, though, was a toughie. She could try.

“I… I promise to try, Mr. Wolf.”

Besides, she was beginning to believe that she might know what he was about to tell her, anyway.

Letting Red adjusting her hand into his, Wolf gazed at her carefully. He gave a small smile, before dropping his head down, as he bit his lip back into a frown. Thinking about all the banning of wolves, the horrible pasts, and what bad things they still can’t help do that make people fear them. Wolf breathed in the air as he looked back into her eyes, “I’m afraid I'm not all human Red… I’m a half wolf.”

Edited 2012-06-15 01:42 (UTC)

She had been holding her breath. The moment that he’d revealed himself though, she let a soft sigh pass her lips and shyly smiled in his direction. She was right, and besides, it fit with his namesake. Her slender fingers squeezed his hand and she even moved to touch the other to his palm, squeezing that one too.

“I thought it might be something like that!” Red announced, giving a gentle nod. “I guess I was right, but with your name being ‘Wolf,’ it wasn’t all that hard to guess.”

Well that threw Wolf off a bit. He tilted his head like confused puppy. Even making an “Awwwwooo?” as he listened to her. He blinked for a moment, “You mean you’re-You’re alright with this?”

“Well of course!” Red chuckled, not even registering that he was shocked at the idea that she might even being a tiny bit okay with it. Shrugging her shoulders, she smiled to him. “Why wouldn’t I be? That’s who you are, you can’t change who you are.”

… unless you’re cursed at birth and then you might have a chance at that change. But, she’s not going to mention anything such as that to him. No sir.

“You’re still the same sweet man who helped me when I was lost, is serving me dinner and has offered me a place to stay. I am very grateful for your kindness, Mr. Wolf.”

Wolf blinked, and then gave a big smile. He lifted himself up a bit to let his tail be untucked so it can wag happily. Wolf made a gleeful giggle and held Red’s hand it happiness. “Oh thank you so much for understanding Red! I was real worried, oh you’re just gonna love it here! I’ll make sure we’ll have lots of fun together here!”

She giggled warmly at his own and at his excitement. Had she really caused that happiness from him?

Flushed, she found herself laughing and finally managed to speak despite the chuckling between the two. “I’m sorry for causing you to be worried, I, I’ll do what I can to help you around here! You’re really such a nice man, Wolf, thank you.”

Red wondered if he was cursed, somehow, to be part wolf. Either way, with how nice he was, perhaps, just maybe, being a member of the wolves herself wouldn’t be so terrible after all.

For now, though, it would remain secret.

Sharing the laugh with Red, already Wolf felt at ease with her. He now can really be himself around her without worry. Wolf grinned as he waved his hands, as he tilted his head toward her with sincerity, “Oh no no no, I’m just glad you’re alright with this.”

Wolf reached out to hold her hand. He could smell a bit of wolf on her from the start. For him he guessed that she might have encountered with the notorious big bad himself before she came here. However, it doesn’t seem to be the case, otherwise she would be scared of him. Unless there is a version of this tale that he wasn’t told. But Wolf figured he should worry about that later, either way he’s just glad she’s ok with him. He now gave a gentle gaze at her, lost in her eyes for a bit before asking, “Would you like some dessert now?”

“Of course I am,” she smiled to the man. “It’s not like you’re bad or anything.”

Eyes meeting with his, Red’s cheeks turned crimson to match her hood and she held her breath. Like him, she was losing herself to his gaze. It had been a while since the last time she had lost herself in the moment with a boy. Finally, she shyly pulled her gaze away to look down at her plate and flushing hot from her blush, squirmed in her seat.

“What… Do you have for dessert?”

Wolf grinned after he observed her so. Really, you’re not making this easy Red. It can be quite hard to resist a sweet lady like you. The rosey complexion, the way your hair falls carelessly, and oh so delicately. He could get lost in your eyes all day if he wanted. It’s enough to make a wolf like himself hungry for more. Wolf made a little playful growl as he brushed her hand, before standing up, “Well my sweet lady, I have some delicious raspberry pie ready. Are you fond of that?”

For some reason, his little growl stirred butterflies in her stomach. There most certainly was something about this man, something that made her feel the way that Peter used to make her feel. She flushed all the more and as her gaze lifted to sheepishly follow him, Red gave a soft nod at the mention of the dessert he had ready.

“I’m fond of y—” —crap. “—it!”

Well, if her blush hadn’t been as red as it could get before, it was now. That was a lucky catch, or so she told herself. Trying not to make a scene so her falter wouldn’t be too obvious, she forced her gaze back down to her plate. Oh gosh, how did that even happen!?

Sincerely look into Red’s eyes. He gave a smile most endearing. He tilted his head to look at her better, oh there it was. That look, he knows that look, and it made his heart skip a beat or two. As Wolf gazed he caught what she said, and could only grin wider. Oho, now there they can have fun. He guided Red’s hand to stand up with him, inviting her to come even closer, “Are you then?”

Wolf then peered down so close their noses almost touched. His voice became hushed and deep as he spoke, “I’m glad… I’m quite fond as well,” He lifted his hand to hold up her chin, “It seems we both have, very good taste~.”

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