sixthiterationlogs | howling in the hills

WHO: Vasquez
WHERE: The Woods
WHEN: November 27 - December 2
OPEN TO: OTA
WARNINGS: Animal Transformation

What Great Fur You Have

After he'd healed from his illness, Vasquez probably should have been more thankful for his good health.

Instead, he's quickly remembered all the secrets about himself that he had given up. He remembered confessing about his fears, showing his weakness, and worse, he thinks he remembers telling Faraday things that he'd vowed to keep inside. For sure, he shouldn't have told him how Rose Creek had ended, because thinking about that gory conclusion wasn't good for anyone. When he'd healed, he'd marched himself down to that bunker where it had a machine for powers and he did what any cowardly man who never took responsibility for anything or anyone would do.

He turned himself into a wolf and went out into the wilderness, knowing that so long as he was an animal, he wouldn't have to talk about any feelings.

Unfortunately, it also means that you don't get to eat so easy and raw venison is not something Vasquez likes, which is why there's a wolf sitting outside of a house, making whining sounds and pawing at the window, pleading for whatever food is inside. He's not eating raw meat, not unless he absolutely has to, and he didn't even do that when he'd been half-starving in a dead man's cabin.

Human Skin

Eventually, he knows that this transformation won't last forever. When he'd gone to the machine, it had said a week, and counting the days, Vasquez knows that his time is quickly coming up. Of course, he didn't exactly plan it completely, because when the week is up, he's nowhere near the clothes he'd hidden, which leaves him standing near the outskirts of the south village (more in it than out), hands over his personal area, cheeks flush with red.

This is definitely not how he had intended to end this, and he knows that getting all the way back to the house isn't an option. Even stealing something isn't such a good idea, because he doesn't want to burst into anyone's house like this.

They might get the wrong idea.

So, it looks like a kind gesture is all that's going to save Vasquez, and a little humiliation until then. "Morning," he greets the nearest person with a smile, fucking freezing. "Maybe, I don't know, you have a jacket you can give me? I think it would be best for everyone if I could get some clothes."

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"His name is Faraday," Vasquez counters, even though the name he uses in his head lately is Joshua, which is a private thing that he only thinks about instead of says out loud. At least, for now, maybe until he earns different. "I don't think I'm going to go there. Her bubble, Cael's disappearing, my sickness, I think it's all a sign from God to be honest..."

"Which is why a wolf is easier," he admits, but squints when Bobo talks about the truce. "Why is it okay with you two?"

"I'm aware. He told me when we met. I even remembered it." Which made it clear he's intentionally using another name. Just to taunt. Maybe to taunt Vasquez, definitely to taunt Faraday.

He moves in closer to where Vasquez is, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his cheek. "Love sucks, doesn't it?"

Smirking as he moves to settle back down by the fire, shrugging. "The women I loved? The one that turned on me? She was an Earp. Wynonna's oldest sister."

Vasquez lets out a snort, turning his head to steal a longer kiss from Bobo, because he's still figuring what he wants from Faraday out, and he still wants to get as much as he can from him. He drags his fingers slowly down Bobo's cheek before he lets it fall away.

"So, you have a type," he flatly says. "I think, maybe. Maybe I should just feel lucky you found me attractive, since I wasn't like this woman you loved."

Bobo isn't going to insist on the things they've shared, and he's also not going to turn down options for the intimacy he enjoys either. So he stays there a moment, smiling at him before moving to settle down, but close to him.

"Bite your tongue. I wouldn't fuck her with your dick," he says, rolling his eyes. "Willa was dangerous and violent and Wynonna put her down," he says, growling the words. "Least that's what she tells me. So don't try and play that game. I am not trying to kill Wynonna here because I don't know where I'll be condemned if I die. And I find you attractive because you are sharp, and deadly and have a beautiful smile."

"But maybe I could fuck her with my tongue," he jokes, as if that's ever going to happen now. It's a shame he didn't get to before, because she really is very attractive and he likes his women brazen and forward.

"I do have a very good smile, but also a good body," he adds, patting his abs as he lets his shirt lift a little, easy to show off when he's just been naked. He settles back and keeps eating the last remnants of the soup. "It's good that you won't hurt her. Don't leave me alone with Faraday yet, I'm not sure what to do with him."

Bobo rolls his eyes at that, at least glad for the joke though. Even if it's too weird for him to imagine. For himself.

"You know, you're being a tease. You take off like that, act like a child, don't tempt me to put you over my knee," he taunts, grinning at him though and comfortable with the way things are and have been between them.

"Is he made differently than other men? Otherwise I'm confused because you definitely know what to do with him then." Bobo can't imagine there's be much thinking and all kinds of going along with anything Vasquez wanted given the things Bobo knows he is so good at.

"What, you'd enjoy it," Vasquez replies flatly, seeing as he can't imagine that Bobo would want to spank him and not enjoy it. He smirks and sprawls a little as he drapes himself back against the chair, peeks of his skin showing given how naked he's been.

"It's not the sex part, you know how good I am at the sex part," he says, with a challenge to Bobo like he should say otherwise. "I want more."

"Why wouldn't I? You've got a great ass," he says, not even willing to deny that, and seeing no reason to. No matter what becomes of Vasquez and his love life, he's still the first person Bobo could call a friend, and that's all that matters to him.

He spread his arms, hands out, definitely not arguing with that. "Then find out if that's what he wants. I mean, you could write him a letter and ask him if he likes you, put a little box for yes and one for no," he says, trying to be serious but failing. "Okay, that is way beyond your time, isn't it?"

He sits up a little straighter for the compliment, because he always likes it when people notice a good thing. Leaning into the fire, he exhales slowly and tries to warm his hands, not wanting to get too close, but he's always cold.

"I don't understand what a letter would do." He shakes his head. "I know he wants me, wants this. I just don't know how to approach it all. It's so easy with you. I just push and take. With him, it's all new and this is the only chance we get."

"It's a thing. School kids do. Listen..." He sighs, knowing he's bad at this. "I came here after having my heartbroken and you didn't let that stand in your way. I mean, I don't think either of us thought that would lead to roommates and all, but it worked for you. Use your strengths, Vasquez. Come on. Does anyone here know him better than you? Use that to your advantage. If he hasn't run yet? He probably doesn't want to."

He pauses and then adds. "He moved into our place, has to know you come to my bed. He's not put off by that. Means in my book? He's at least curious. There's places to run if he wanted to. you know. In the woods? So stop doing that, go home, and don't give him a choice but to talk about it." He waves his hand at him. "So turn and shoo."

"When I was a child, if I wanted someone, I would take them out back to the barn and show them." Of course, then his mother would smack him over the head for being a rude little asshole, so he'd stopped doing that for fear of her retribution. "I like having you as a friend, it's very refreshing, you know?"

He snorts and settles into the chair, curled up. "He knows I sleep with you, he said he wants something, but I'll get to it," he complains. "Can't I just enjoy some warmth first?"

Moving closer, Bobo settled the jacket firmly about Vasquez. "You can take all the time you want by the fire. But you run again without telling me? I will hunt you down and then drag you home bound. Remember that," he says, smirking though. So maybe it's an idle threat, but with it being Bobo, it might be the truth. "Because that's what psychotic friends do for one another."

Vasquez gives Bobo an amused smile and gives a nod of his head. "Unless I'm in the mood for you to hunt me, I won't go without a note. And, I'm only a little bit of a murderer, not a psychopath." It's the first time he's referenced how much of a murderer, because it's not like he gave Bobo the body count, but he should know it's not zero.

"Fine. Only a little bit of a murderer," he says, smiling at that description. "I'll be the psychotic one then." But he hasn't been that much here as he has been. "So get warm, and know you're always safe to come here. Not like he's probably going to follow. Okay?"

"See? Friends," he jokes warmly, laughing as he curls himself up a little more and nods at Bobo, knowing that he has a safe place. "Okay," he agrees with a fond smile, wondering how it is he finds himself these friends, but glad that he does.

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