(( /COUGHHACKHACKCOUGH. ))

It seems that when I ran away from my past; 
all my dignity, my faith, my pride got left back. 
And now I think it’s time I realize self pity’s meaningless. 
Though I’m 10 feet deep, I’ll claw my way back out from in my grave.

(( Excuse me while I stuff Jamison in a locked cage.  He’s.  Well.  He’s not behaving. ))

alphawolfhale:

stuckonmybodylikeatattoo:

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll get over it.” He pats Derek on the shoulder.  

The pat to his shoulder sent shocks through his system and Derek let out a rumbling noise — Grinding his teeth together.

Jamison decides to be a major, MAJOR bad werewolf and he leans in just to breath softly against Derek’s neck.  Before tucking his hands in his pockets and walking away with such the bastardy grin on his face.

alphawolfhale:

stuckonmybodylikeatattoo:

“Sorry, did I hit a nerve?”  He murmurs, leaning against a wall.  

Derek rolled his eyes, his jaw working. The magic of the anons had him on edge, apt to snap at others.

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll get over it.” He pats Derek on the shoulder.  

alphawolfhale:

stuckonmybodylikeatattoo:

“Bulge got your tongue, Derek?”  The crooked grin is from spending way too much time around Dean.

Derek let out a frustrated growl, red gaze narrowing slightly at Jamison. “Haha, funny.”

“Sorry, did I hit a nerve?”  He murmurs, leaning against a wall.  

(( …sometimes I wanna smack you with a stick, Jamison. ))

alphawolfhale:

stuckonmybodylikeatattoo:

Coasting his tongue over his lower lip – he keeps the smirk and is doing his best not to laugh.

Derek lets out a huff, trying to resist the urge to shove Jamison into the wall — Okay, well — We’re not going to think any further on shoving people into walls because that’s not helping anything.

“Bulge got your tongue, Derek?”  The crooked grin is from spending way too much time around Dean.

“Don’t you even say anything.”

Coasting his tongue over his lower lip – he keeps the smirk and is doing his best not to laugh.