Aesthetic Board For@itsawerewolfinnit @londonwerewolf

Aesthetic board for @itsawerewolfinnit @londonwerewolf

Unto the feast he bares his teeth // Man into beast Torn from the leash - savage man //Man is the beast aware

musiolek:

He could hear that there was music coming from the wolf’s ipod, but he knew he didn’t need to yell, wolves hearing was renowned, there was no reason to draw more attention to them. This wasn’t the first wolf Stefan had met, but he had never felt a reason to be rude or angry in the presence of beasts. In all honesty, he found them intriguing, any other creatures as well, they were all just fascinating to him. Stefan didn’t care about what their lore supposedly said, that they were enemies, he preferred to see the person behind the monster.

Perfect, he was accepted. His day was already being made. “Thank you,” his smile grew when the feet left the seat, and it did not dull at the wolf’s words. Curling into his chair, he sipped his coffee. Oh, he was foreign, too! How delightful. “And why not? This is the only free seat in the shop. I’m Stefan, by the way, pleased to meet you.” He stuck his hand out, ignoring supposed ‘laws’ that made this young man his enemy. “Are you a student?” He knew he wasn’t, but it was a conversation starter.

As his smile widened, Douglas found himself smiling too. Daz would have been so mad, and Mal, well, Douglas was sure he would have boxed his ears just for talking to a vampire politely given their most recent issues, but he reminded himself that he didn’t owe either of them explanations when he came to what sort of men her talked to or wanted to talk to. The vampire was attractive, he was polite and not looking down his nose at Douglas. Not to mention this was NOT the only free seat, but, he had chosen this one anyway. The werewolf decided there was no need to point that out.

“Ya mean ‘side that whole mortal enemies thing?” he teased before taking his hand firmly and giving it a shake. “Nice t’ meet you too, Stefan. Name’s Douglas. But most just call me Duggy,” be strong, Dug, “You can call me what ya like,” he said at some real attempt at friendliness or flirtation. Christ. His ears were already turning red and his eyes looked down to the book. “Nah, I work at the boxin’ gym. Just like science.”

Bach : Cello Suite No. 1 in G major, BWV 1007 (arr. Fuchs)

Lillian Fuchs - viola

HEADCANON::

@musiolek smells like old books, rosemary, and the dirt after the rain. at least to duggy.