Kyle Reagan

You were right // Kyle/Shy

cheyennageorge:

To admit she was wrong and someone else was right was possibly one of the hardest things for Shy to do. She was to stubborn for her own good most of the time. So when it had been 2 days since she meet Kyle and she was still sleeping outside and still alive she was proud of herself. But that only last til the 3rd night. Shy wasn’t sure what it was but something was moving in the woods behind her. Only thinking about being told of the killer and Kyle’s words she couldn’t help but freak out a bit. She had asked a random town person a few days ago where Kyle lived incase she had any questions about the pack. She wasn’t sure why but the minute she freaked out she found herself bolting in the direction of his house. Under a rock. Keys are always found under a rock. Just her luck Kyle’s yard happened to be filled with them. With dumb luck after lifting up about the 12th one she finally found the key. Letting herself in she could tell by the stillness of the house and the faint sound of someone snorring in the other room she hadn’t woken him up. Making herself comfortable on Kyle’s couch she didn’t remember falling asleep until she woke to hearing someone snickering in the room with her.

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“Don’t laugh at me. You said if I found the key I could stay.” Shy shifted a bit sitting up. For some reason she was now worried that it wasn’t a real offer and Kyle was going to demand her to leave.

Kyle wasn’t oblivious. He’d been a werewolf for the last seventy or so years, he was very in tune to his senses. He smelled Shy the minute she stumbled onto his lawn, and irritably waited until she located the key and let herself into the house. He heard her drop on his couch and waited until he was certain he was asleep before she got up. From the other bedroom he could hear Ben snoring, and he had half a mind to go in there and slap him just for the hell of it. Instead he moved to the living room and pulled some blankets and a pillow out of the closet, propping the pillow under Shy’s face gently before draping the blanket on top of her. He went back to bed for a short while, getting up once again before Shy and chuckling slightly at the sight of her all curled up on your couch.

"I don’t care that you stay. I just knew your tough girl act wouldn’t last with a killer on the loose. Not that I blame you. If you’re going to stay, use one of the other four available bedrooms. They all have their own bathrooms and showers, as well as fresh towels and blankets. Don’t take up space on the damn couch. I get up some nights and watch TV." Kyle explained as he began to fry up some bacon and eggs on the stove.

Kyle

sorry-if-i-bite:

Kyle I’ve been over that for at least a century, I have my reasons for being pissed off at you. 

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Oh really? What might these reasons be?

Kyle

sorry-if-i-bite:

You had better not! I have enough to deal with without you fucking up the town. Dammit. image

You sure you’re not just pissy for some other reason? I heard girls tend to do that.

Kyle

sorry-if-i-bite:

I know it’s just been so quiet here, I’ve gotten used to it. Guess that couldn’t last that long. image

Apologies. Perhaps I’ll set fire to a house just so you have something to do.

Kyle

sorry-if-i-bite:

No he’s just annoying the hell out of me and I thought he should come find you. image

Uh huh. Well as much as I love bonding with my big brother, I definitely think you’ve had it too easy since I’ve been gone.

Kyle

sorry-if-i-bite:

Your big brother is missing you. image

So I’ve noticed. Was that a subtle jibe that you’ve been missing me?

cheyennageorge:

Well if according to you I can’t defend myself how could I possibly kill some one… *slowly trails off at the end.*

If there’s one thing I’ve learned from living in this town all this time, it’s that people aren’t rational when they’re scared.

cheyennageorge:

Well your brother, or the killer, or anyone else is going to have to find someone else to mess with because I am not scared of them. *watches as his hand goes to his side wondering what it is that is wrong with it.* I think I will worry about some other time. Maybe I like not being accounted for.

Unless you’d like to be pegged for the next murder that goes down, I strongly suggest otherwise.

cheyennageorge:

*looks him over shocked he is 83 but tries not to be noticeable*

Don’t call me sweet pea. *Moves back as he moves into her space eyes tinting just a bit blue* Just because I am new to this and didn’t have anyone to teach me the ropes of it doesn’t mean I don’t know what I am doing. I have been traveling by myself for 2 years ever since… ever since I changed. I can handle this. *eyes still tinted just slightly blue*

*sighs* Yes, doll, eighty-three.

Two whole years huh? I’ve been at this for over seventy years, and you think that two years of someone “showing you the ropes” is going to save you? And there are worse things out there than some killer. My brother, for example, who loves getting people out on their own just so he can pounce. *takes a step back, his hand instinctively going to his hip where his scar is, though his eyes furrow absent-mindedly as he surveys Shy, reminding him all too much of his sister* Make sure you talk with Jenna Franklin and register. Even if you aren’t staying long, everyone has to be accounted for.

cheyennageorge:

Wait.. How old are you? Sorry that rude. I didn’t know I smelled that weird though that everyone could tell me apart. I know about my eyes glowing blue! *smiles proud of herself but it fades quickly*.. I just didn’t know other types did that too…

And I can control my temper. I won’t be chained upside down in any tree. Just because I can’t smell them coming doesn’t mean I can’t shift and tear them apart. *getting annoyed at his lack of belief in her*

*rolls his eyes* I’m eighty-three. It’s not rude. We live eternally, age really doesn’t matter. *chuckles cynically* Adorable. You’re trying so hard. But yes, demons and vampires have black eyes when they’re getting pissed, witches are purple, same with warlocks. 

Keep telling yourself that sweet pea. Because between you and me *leans closer, invading her personal space* Those of us who think we’re the toughest and can handle whatever life throws at us, are often the ones that get knocked several pegs.