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esp_dragonv2) wrote2021-05-06 08:18 pm
esp_dragonv2) wrote2021-05-06 08:18 pm
Pace the Night [Mistaken]
Fandom: Noblesse
Summary: Tao might be injured, but it's the full moon and he needs to check on M-21.
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 1,115
Total word count: 30,372
Status: Work in progress
Tao groaned, wincing as his alarm drove needles into his brain and his eyeballs. And his ears too. Uuurgh, make it stooop.
He groped for his phone, wincing as his muscles ached at the movement. Right. That happened: another massive fight in the city. What was so important he'd put an alarm on at - 8pm?
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Tao hissed, swinging himself upright. He swayed as the room span with him, and he squeezed his eyes as he stood up. No time to wait for things to settle.
He needed to find M-21.
Takeo was still sleeping, and that was fine. He could find M-21 by himself and bring him back to the room - M-21 was skittish enough on the full moons, but if he transformed while he was in pain and most probably beating himself up about what happened in the fight, who knew what M-21 was like right now.
Which was why Tao had to find him to give him so many cuddles and bring him back to bed to sleep.
Tao was still light-headed as he walked out the room, the walls wavering in time to his heartbeat, but that was fine. He knew the layout of the house. He didn't really need to see to navigate around.
The lights were on, but they weren't at the brightness that hurt. Good. He could see M-21 better that way. A silver wolf would be easier to spot now.
And there he was!
Tao grinned, seeing the wolf standing in the hallway, and he ambled over. "There ya are," he called over, trying to keep his voice to a level that would let M-21 know he was there, but not loud enough to startle.
He must have been off, because M-21 still froze at the sound of his voice, his head snapping to Tao.
"It's fine, it's fine, it's just me," Tao said, picking M-21 up with a grunt. There, got him. Sometimes it was just easier to pick M-21 up when he was transformed, because then M-21 could smell him and know he wasn't going to be hurt.
"Urgh," Tao said, turning back to the recovery room, "I need more rest." His words were muffled in M-21's fur. He couldn't even pick M-21 easily anymore! Or breathe that well either, though that might be because M-21's fur was trying to get sucked up his nose.
M-21 wriggled, and Tao tightened his grip, practised in keeping M-21 in his arms. "Hey, hey, it's me! It's okay." Damn, M-21 must have been really affected by the fight.
M-21 still wasn't settling down, even with Tao talking to him, and damn. He really needed to get M-21 to bed.
"Tao...?"
He turned with M-21 still in his arms, feeling M-21 thump his tail again Tao's leg. "Hey, Boss!" he chirped. Was he holding M-21 differently though? It normally wasn't this hard to see over him when he was holding him. "I just came to get Em," he said, because he knew what Frankenstein was going to ask. "We're goin' back to bed, right, Em?"
"To get...M-21?" Frankenstein repeated, and Tao nodded.
"Yep! M-21 doesn't like bein' alone on the full moon, so me an' Takeo usually check on him." Boss knew that, didn't he?
"I see," Frankenstein said. He didn't say anything for a few seconds, and Tao was just about to turn around when he spoke again. "Tao, what does M-21 look like when he's transformed?"
That was a weird question, when the answer was right in front of him. "A silver wolf with a scar on his face." Tao held M-21 out so Frankenstein could have a better look at him.
"Hmm. And what side is the scar on?"
Another easy question, with an easy answer. He adjusted his hold so he was carrying M-21 in one arm, and patted M-21's snout with his right hand. "The right!"
Though, Tao squinted at the scar. Was that bigger than usual? It was probably just all the drugs coursing through his system making his eyes think that. There was still a scar there, and that was what mattered. The wolf in his arms was definitely M-21.
"Whose right, Tao?"
Tao blinked at him. The question didn't make sense. M-21's scar was on the right. What else could it be, and his brain was refusing to even try to attempt to come up with another reason, alternating between being blank and repeating the same answer.
Tao caught movement in the corner of his eye, and when he looked-
There was another silver wolf, peering out from the corner behind Frankenstein.
Wait.
Tao looked between the wolf in his arms and the wolf standing there.
Wait?
There were definitely two wolves there, but Tao only knew of one wolf in his life. Were both of them M-21? Was that a new bit of the werewolf transformation he didn't know about?
Frankenstein sighed, gesturing to the standing wolf. "This one is M-21, Tao."
Tao beamed at him. "Okay, thanks, Boss!" Who knows how long it would have taken him to figure that out if Frankenstein hadn't told him. He put down the wolf he was holding, and walked over to the real M-21. "C'mere, Em!"
He saw M-21 relax at his voice, and yeah, this was the real one. He scooped M-21 up in his arms, M-21 not resisting. "Yeah, this feels better," Tao said, humming as he took M-21 back to the recovery room. More like how he remembered M-21 felt in his arms.
Tao hugged M-21 and he wobbled back to the recover room, giving Frankenstein and the other-M-21 a little wave as they passed.
*
Frankenstein watched Tao and M-21, making sure Tao didn't fall as he carried M-21. He sighed once they were out of sight and earshot, looking down at the wolf next to him, who gazed back at him, his long tail flicking side to side.
"You did pick the best time to visit, didn't you, Muzaka?" Of course he would arrive during a full moon and after a big fight. Though it might be better he arrived now, when apparently everyone was either too exhausted or filled with painkillers to worry about a stranger appearing in their home.
How had Muzaka even gotten into the house? Through an open window?
"Well then," Frankenstein said, shaking his head, "I take it you want something to eat?"
Muzaka perked up and his tail wagged hard enough to make its own wind. He followed Frankenstein as he headed for the kitchen.
They could make the proper introductions in the morning once they were no longer transformed or instinctual.
Inspired by this conversation.
Summary: Tao might be injured, but it's the full moon and he needs to check on M-21.
Rating: G
Genre: General
Word count: 1,115
Total word count: 30,372
Status: Work in progress
Tao groaned, wincing as his alarm drove needles into his brain and his eyeballs. And his ears too. Uuurgh, make it stooop.
He groped for his phone, wincing as his muscles ached at the movement. Right. That happened: another massive fight in the city. What was so important he'd put an alarm on at - 8pm?
[
full moon]Tao hissed, swinging himself upright. He swayed as the room span with him, and he squeezed his eyes as he stood up. No time to wait for things to settle.
He needed to find M-21.
Takeo was still sleeping, and that was fine. He could find M-21 by himself and bring him back to the room - M-21 was skittish enough on the full moons, but if he transformed while he was in pain and most probably beating himself up about what happened in the fight, who knew what M-21 was like right now.
Which was why Tao had to find him to give him so many cuddles and bring him back to bed to sleep.
Tao was still light-headed as he walked out the room, the walls wavering in time to his heartbeat, but that was fine. He knew the layout of the house. He didn't really need to see to navigate around.
The lights were on, but they weren't at the brightness that hurt. Good. He could see M-21 better that way. A silver wolf would be easier to spot now.
And there he was!
Tao grinned, seeing the wolf standing in the hallway, and he ambled over. "There ya are," he called over, trying to keep his voice to a level that would let M-21 know he was there, but not loud enough to startle.
He must have been off, because M-21 still froze at the sound of his voice, his head snapping to Tao.
"It's fine, it's fine, it's just me," Tao said, picking M-21 up with a grunt. There, got him. Sometimes it was just easier to pick M-21 up when he was transformed, because then M-21 could smell him and know he wasn't going to be hurt.
"Urgh," Tao said, turning back to the recovery room, "I need more rest." His words were muffled in M-21's fur. He couldn't even pick M-21 easily anymore! Or breathe that well either, though that might be because M-21's fur was trying to get sucked up his nose.
M-21 wriggled, and Tao tightened his grip, practised in keeping M-21 in his arms. "Hey, hey, it's me! It's okay." Damn, M-21 must have been really affected by the fight.
M-21 still wasn't settling down, even with Tao talking to him, and damn. He really needed to get M-21 to bed.
"Tao...?"
He turned with M-21 still in his arms, feeling M-21 thump his tail again Tao's leg. "Hey, Boss!" he chirped. Was he holding M-21 differently though? It normally wasn't this hard to see over him when he was holding him. "I just came to get Em," he said, because he knew what Frankenstein was going to ask. "We're goin' back to bed, right, Em?"
"To get...M-21?" Frankenstein repeated, and Tao nodded.
"Yep! M-21 doesn't like bein' alone on the full moon, so me an' Takeo usually check on him." Boss knew that, didn't he?
"I see," Frankenstein said. He didn't say anything for a few seconds, and Tao was just about to turn around when he spoke again. "Tao, what does M-21 look like when he's transformed?"
That was a weird question, when the answer was right in front of him. "A silver wolf with a scar on his face." Tao held M-21 out so Frankenstein could have a better look at him.
"Hmm. And what side is the scar on?"
Another easy question, with an easy answer. He adjusted his hold so he was carrying M-21 in one arm, and patted M-21's snout with his right hand. "The right!"
Though, Tao squinted at the scar. Was that bigger than usual? It was probably just all the drugs coursing through his system making his eyes think that. There was still a scar there, and that was what mattered. The wolf in his arms was definitely M-21.
"Whose right, Tao?"
Tao blinked at him. The question didn't make sense. M-21's scar was on the right. What else could it be, and his brain was refusing to even try to attempt to come up with another reason, alternating between being blank and repeating the same answer.
Tao caught movement in the corner of his eye, and when he looked-
There was another silver wolf, peering out from the corner behind Frankenstein.
Wait.
Tao looked between the wolf in his arms and the wolf standing there.
Wait?
There were definitely two wolves there, but Tao only knew of one wolf in his life. Were both of them M-21? Was that a new bit of the werewolf transformation he didn't know about?
Frankenstein sighed, gesturing to the standing wolf. "This one is M-21, Tao."
Tao beamed at him. "Okay, thanks, Boss!" Who knows how long it would have taken him to figure that out if Frankenstein hadn't told him. He put down the wolf he was holding, and walked over to the real M-21. "C'mere, Em!"
He saw M-21 relax at his voice, and yeah, this was the real one. He scooped M-21 up in his arms, M-21 not resisting. "Yeah, this feels better," Tao said, humming as he took M-21 back to the recovery room. More like how he remembered M-21 felt in his arms.
Tao hugged M-21 and he wobbled back to the recover room, giving Frankenstein and the other-M-21 a little wave as they passed.
Frankenstein watched Tao and M-21, making sure Tao didn't fall as he carried M-21. He sighed once they were out of sight and earshot, looking down at the wolf next to him, who gazed back at him, his long tail flicking side to side.
"You did pick the best time to visit, didn't you, Muzaka?" Of course he would arrive during a full moon and after a big fight. Though it might be better he arrived now, when apparently everyone was either too exhausted or filled with painkillers to worry about a stranger appearing in their home.
How had Muzaka even gotten into the house? Through an open window?
"Well then," Frankenstein said, shaking his head, "I take it you want something to eat?"
Muzaka perked up and his tail wagged hard enough to make its own wind. He followed Frankenstein as he headed for the kitchen.
They could make the proper introductions in the morning once they were no longer transformed or instinctual.
Inspired by this conversation.