Asher had thought he was perfectly happy to go to war too. No, he was. He had to be, because there was no other option, it was fight or be killed. But he wasn't much of a fighter, either. He wasn't as fast as Pen, as lethal as Terr, or as strong as Ty. His strengths lay in his mind and his mouth--hence the law degree. He was good at talking, and there was no talking to be done here.
"You know what, Penny Lane, I'll sign up with you," he murmured, nuzzling into her neck to rub his scent on her skin, and kissing the place where her pulse beneath the surface. "I've taken some, but a refresher would do me some good." He paused, absently winding some of Penny's hair around his fingers. "And I think it's high time I bite the bullet--hah hah--and get a license to carry." Terry might not be here, the next time the Culling sent someone to murder the mates of the Alpha of the Sanguine Moon.
"Speaking of the Devereauxs," he sighed, shifting his hold on Penny so he could find one of their numbers in Tyleigh's phone. Calling Rocky directly didn't feel right, so he found Daisy Johnson's number instead. As it rang, he dropped a kiss to the curve of Penny's neck. "Gen's on her way with some of the First Guard, for cleanup. She is, how do you say--extremely fucking pisssed. Might wanna grab a robe, Pen."
"Hey, hey." Even as her jaw tightened with every movement, Tyleigh, reached up and curled her hand around the back of Terry's neck, pulling him in for a kiss after he'd peeled off her ruined shirt. He wasn't the only one who wasn't...unaffected by the Haze. And he, at least, had gotten to have sex. Bust mostly, he was upset, and he didn't need to be.
"It's okay," she murmured against his lips. "I'm gonna be fine. It's not even that bad." Mostly because they'd stopped thinking solely of killing her the moment the Haze hit them, so the wounds were superficially placed, even if they were deep and painful. They just hurt. It hurt to heal. "I'm here. I'm here now. We're here now. All of us."
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"You know what, Penny Lane, I'll sign up with you," he murmured, nuzzling into her neck to rub his scent on her skin, and kissing the place where her pulse beneath the surface. "I've taken some, but a refresher would do me some good." He paused, absently winding some of Penny's hair around his fingers. "And I think it's high time I bite the bullet--hah hah--and get a license to carry." Terry might not be here, the next time the Culling sent someone to murder the mates of the Alpha of the Sanguine Moon.
"Speaking of the Devereauxs," he sighed, shifting his hold on Penny so he could find one of their numbers in Tyleigh's phone. Calling Rocky directly didn't feel right, so he found Daisy Johnson's number instead. As it rang, he dropped a kiss to the curve of Penny's neck. "Gen's on her way with some of the First Guard, for cleanup. She is, how do you say--extremely fucking pisssed. Might wanna grab a robe, Pen."
"Hey, hey." Even as her jaw tightened with every movement, Tyleigh, reached up and curled her hand around the back of Terry's neck, pulling him in for a kiss after he'd peeled off her ruined shirt. He wasn't the only one who wasn't...unaffected by the Haze. And he, at least, had gotten to have sex. Bust mostly, he was upset, and he didn't need to be.
"It's okay," she murmured against his lips. "I'm gonna be fine. It's not even that bad." Mostly because they'd stopped thinking solely of killing her the moment the Haze hit them, so the wounds were superficially placed, even if they were deep and painful. They just hurt. It hurt to heal. "I'm here. I'm here now. We're here now. All of us."