Elena Michaels (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
survivesitall) wrote2014-07-22 08:19 pm
survivesitall) wrote2014-07-22 08:19 pm
[for Sookie]
Clayton isn't anti-social, Elena would insist, he's just selectively social. He likes his Pack, they are his family and his friends. Everyone else is either useful to him or not, and while a few people manage to make it past his barriers, it's the rare person.
Elena, however, is different. She loves her Pack (even as small as it is here) but she grew up in a city. She's used to the press of people, to always having the voices of others around her. The wolf inside of her loves the solitude and those she knows well, but the girl who lived her first twenty-odd years in Toronto thinks that there is such a thing as too much nature.
Semele's is a good place for both of them. The clientele isn't entirely human, their noses tell them that, and for the most part they keep to themselves. It means it's a good place to meet, have a quiet conversation and a drink. That night, however, she's there on her own. Clay is with Jeremy, out running together. It's something they needed, adopted father and son together in the woods, chasing and running. Elena is happy to leave them to it, but needs to get out of the house herself. She's found dinner near work before heading to the bar she's getting to know now.
Tonight she picks a seat at the bar instead of a quiet table out of the way. Elena smiles at the waitress, another of the people that has something about her scent that tells her she's not entirely human. Not that Elena will ask, she respects privacy too much. "Can I have a beer?"
Elena, however, is different. She loves her Pack (even as small as it is here) but she grew up in a city. She's used to the press of people, to always having the voices of others around her. The wolf inside of her loves the solitude and those she knows well, but the girl who lived her first twenty-odd years in Toronto thinks that there is such a thing as too much nature.
Semele's is a good place for both of them. The clientele isn't entirely human, their noses tell them that, and for the most part they keep to themselves. It means it's a good place to meet, have a quiet conversation and a drink. That night, however, she's there on her own. Clay is with Jeremy, out running together. It's something they needed, adopted father and son together in the woods, chasing and running. Elena is happy to leave them to it, but needs to get out of the house herself. She's found dinner near work before heading to the bar she's getting to know now.
Tonight she picks a seat at the bar instead of a quiet table out of the way. Elena smiles at the waitress, another of the people that has something about her scent that tells her she's not entirely human. Not that Elena will ask, she respects privacy too much. "Can I have a beer?"
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“So did we,” she says longingly. Elena misses Stonehaven and the ground and woods surrounding it every day. It had made running – as a wolf or human – so much easier. And with the way she and Clayton were always at each other the privacy was welcome. The little house they had here wasn’t bad, but it just wasn’t the same. “I loved it, but trouble found us even still.”
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