Post by Billie. on Aug 10, 2016 17:00:39 GMT
It's early in the morning, approximately: 6:05am, and the living room is lit up with the smell of cooking salami burning and eggs sticking a little too much. "God fucking -" Billie begins, trying a little too hard to conquer breakfast with what little they all had. Her expertise in the kitchen as nonexistence as her bank account balance. "Shit, shit!" The blonde growls beneath her breath. Finally torturing her attempt enough into dispersing confidence she shuts off the gas eye and takes on a defeated look.
Rosie might eat it happily, since used to her mother's horrendous cooking. (Billie honestly rued the day her daughter realized she didnt really know what she was doing .. or doing wrong.) But Vianne was another story... she'd laugh and tease her about it, likely in front of their pack members. There was nothing like the ginger werewolf to play into the role she was forcefully given so expertly. At first, the younger girl might have leeched onto the blonde due to her innate sense to mother. A byproduct of a daughter five years too young to ever understand. In retrospection that was why Billie's wolf, more prone to outburst of teeth and wrath, had never raised a tooth or drawn blood to Vianne's. They had shared the same werewolf ''father''. Either way it's not that Billie merely tolerates the young woman, she dotes after her as if actual blood, both in wolf and not now.
But still hates to suffer her laughter ringing across the hallway.
"Maaaaaaaaaybe I'll just wake Emarose up first". She thinks. Though not a second after it leaves her lips she hears Vianne's clumsy feet stumbling across the wooden boards of their old house, currently finally nearing the end of it's fix up.
Vianne would walk in only to find the blonde hunched over her black bit eggs and crispy salami her back to her sister.
"I swear t' fuckin' god Vianne if you say a god-damn thing to me I'll give you a wedgie so hard one of your tits, what lil' ya got, will just fuckin' explode from the pressure."
And reaching over the sink towards the cabinets she grabs at plates.
"and you'll be eatin' shit for breakfast instead. I SWEAR!"
Rosie might eat it happily, since used to her mother's horrendous cooking. (Billie honestly rued the day her daughter realized she didnt really know what she was doing .. or doing wrong.) But Vianne was another story... she'd laugh and tease her about it, likely in front of their pack members. There was nothing like the ginger werewolf to play into the role she was forcefully given so expertly. At first, the younger girl might have leeched onto the blonde due to her innate sense to mother. A byproduct of a daughter five years too young to ever understand. In retrospection that was why Billie's wolf, more prone to outburst of teeth and wrath, had never raised a tooth or drawn blood to Vianne's. They had shared the same werewolf ''father''. Either way it's not that Billie merely tolerates the young woman, she dotes after her as if actual blood, both in wolf and not now.
But still hates to suffer her laughter ringing across the hallway.
"Maaaaaaaaaybe I'll just wake Emarose up first". She thinks. Though not a second after it leaves her lips she hears Vianne's clumsy feet stumbling across the wooden boards of their old house, currently finally nearing the end of it's fix up.
Vianne would walk in only to find the blonde hunched over her black bit eggs and crispy salami her back to her sister.
"I swear t' fuckin' god Vianne if you say a god-damn thing to me I'll give you a wedgie so hard one of your tits, what lil' ya got, will just fuckin' explode from the pressure."
And reaching over the sink towards the cabinets she grabs at plates.
"and you'll be eatin' shit for breakfast instead. I SWEAR!"