03.2023 | WELCOME BACK! Hello friends old and new! I'm so excited to welcome you all back to SITW! I've made some changes to the plot and added the ability to play supernatural charcaters! So come and check it out! I can't wait to jump back into this little town with all of you!
A strange history surrounds the town, it is a place where mysterious and supernatural things have been known to happen. The reputation of the town reguarly draws in visitors and newcomers alike. While some residents avidly believe in the supernatural, others are far more skeptical. What do you believe?
Darcy washed a few dirty dishes from her sink and was very aware of his presence in her home. It wasn’t usual for her to have anyone here with her, so she felt just a touch self-conscious. Rhett was probably the only person who’d been in her home, aside from the occasional pack member stopping by on business. Her home was her private space. It was where she got to enjoy the things she had left from her mom, or the photos and books from her time spent traveling. Photos that showed many different locations. She’d been all over, but this was the first place she called ‘home’ in a long time.
Her eyes moved back to Ferris as he spoke and she furrowed her brow, dropping the dish towel back in the sink and rinsing off her hands. “No, quite far from it.” She admitted softly, leaning against the counter as she watched him seem to struggle against the bar.
“Oh, of course. Make yourself comfortable, sorry I’m not used to being a hostess.” She chuckled a little as she finished off her bottle of water and then disappeared back toward her room for a moment. When she returned she no long had on the pair of jeans, just the oversized green flannel and pair of black cheekies. She was in her home afterall, and she had a stretch ‘no jeans after midnight’ policy she liked to adhere to. That, and it was just easier to relax when she wasn’t in denim. Plus, it wasn’t anything he had seen before.
Post by Ferris Felwinter on Dec 26, 2023 22:44:16 GMT
Ferris felt a little like he was intruding. She wouldn't have to bother playing host if he had just left well enough alone. Granted by now he and Ethan would be having it out with each other, and Ferris always lost. He tried to focus on some of the pictures without being too obvious. Not that he could tell much from afar.
“That's a relief,” he mumbled, let out a breath. “Would be really awkward if you drove across town to pick me up only for me to fuck up our relationship in a moment of physical weakness.” He had no idea what he was saying right now. The suggestion to make himself comfortable earned a snort, but he did move to the couch and collapse into it. Much better.
“I don't think you want me that comfortable,” he joked. Considering how he had already gotten a little too comfortable with her in the bathroom. Though he would like to undress more. “Or maybe you do...” he noted, watching her walk back into the room without her pants on. The flannel was more than attractive on her. Darcy had this way about inhabiting a space or clothes that made Ferris understand why guys enjoyed seeing women in oversized and loose clothing. Even though he had seen her nude, it left him curious to know what was underneath. He desperately wanted to tell her she looked like a Goddess, but he honestly didn't have words.
“I think you fail to realize just how much I enjoy your company, awkward moments or not; you’re kind of my favorite weirdo.” She called out from her room, relieved to be freed of the denim. While it was cold outside, her home was comfortably warm. “Hey, ‘Ma maison est ta maison’. Whatever helps you rest.” She let a little French slip out as she opened the door to the fridge.
Darcy was very aware of his eyes on her, but she tried not to think too much of it. Grabbing another bottle of water and reaching on top of the fridge for a container of assorted nuts. Also aware of just how the flannel rose up over her ass enough to reveal the black cheekies just barely covering her ass. She raised a brow as she turned back around, moving to take a seat in one of the chairs that sat slightly diagonally from the couch. She sat in the chair with her back against one arm and legs over the other, water bottle placed on the coffee table as she opened the container of mixed nuts and picked up a handful before setting it on the table. “If there’s something that’s going to help you feel better, go ahead.” Darcy said with a shrug as she looked at the assortment in her hand and sectioned them by type of nut, popping two macadamia nuts in her mouth as she watched him curiously.
Post by Ferris Felwinter on Dec 27, 2023 0:06:01 GMT
Ferris snorted. "I think you fail to realize how good I am at fucking up relationships," he shot back. "Hey, I take offense to that. I'm not a weird." He stretched out on the couch, laying more on his side than his back.
"That's a dangerous thing to say to me right now." While he was on that note, he shrugged out of his jacket and hung it over the back of the couch. It wasn't entirely removing the temptation of smoking or his car keys, but it was something. Plus, it was a bit more comfortable, leaving him with just the matter of his t-shirt and uncomfortable work pants. But still, he refrained from removing anything else, reluctant to showcase the extent of his injuries.
Darcy was the best distraction though. Just watching her move around the cozy trailer, watching her reach of something on top of the fridge and then cozy up on the chair where he could very clearly see her thighs and the floaty undergarments. He'd seen them before, but had no earthly idea what they were called. Just watching was all but torture, but she was allowed to wear what she wanted in her own home especially without him drooling. Fuck was it hard not to stare though. He directed his gaze to the coffee table. "Whose sketches?"
“You do realize I’m a werewolf, right? Basically a wild dog, I’m pretty sure I can out stubborn even you.” She quipped back with a grin, shaking her head a little, curls swaying wildly at the movement. “My bad, you’re my favorite ‘normy’ then.” Darcy teased with a playful wink and sorted through the cuts in her hand until she had a few almonds.
Her brow quirked up at his statement, curious to know what he meant by that. She watched him remove the jacket and get a bit more comfortable on the couch. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy seeing him there, though he still looked a little uncomfortable. But before she could think of what even to ask, she heard his question.
A soft smile pulled to her lips as she reached for the sketchbook and extended it to him. “My mom’s. It was part of the Christmas gift from my grandparents. ” it was mostly doodles, mandalas and some landscapes. She pulled the photo album into her own lap and began to flip through it. Thankful that her grandmother had the foresight to remove any photos that included her father. Well, all but one. But she had the decency to fold it so he wasn’t visible.
Post by Ferris Felwinter on Dec 27, 2023 1:12:04 GMT
Ferris stared at her flatly. "Oh, so we're throwing the species card now, are we? Little soon for that, don't you think? What are you going to do, little miss werewolf, bite me?" He goaded playfully. Well, at least he was pretending to be playful. Being turned into a werewolf was not on his bucket list, but sometimes, he imagined it would be an unpleasant experience and he deserved more of those. It wasn't entirely unlike his fantasy about jumping out of the watch tower. Only he wasn't aware her biting him actually enclosed a 50/50 on whether he even survived. Then it might only be more appealing on a bad day. He frowned suddenly, not seeming to hear her call him a silly term that might as well have been 'muggle' or something. "Besides, I'm pretty good at ending arguments. Maybe we don't go down this path, eh?"
He eased himself back to a sitting position so he could slide the sketch book into his lap and thumb through the pages. He'd never been much of a physical media artist, but he enjoyed the landscapes especially. "She was really talented," he said. "Better present than a bottle of whiskey," he added firmly. He spent a few moments of quiet looking through the sketches before setting it back on the coffee table and watching Darcy look through photos. He could see a few from here, but she seemed so engrossed he wasn't going to press. It did seem there were a lot of missing pictures, which if he had to guess, was probably something to do with her father.
Darcy tapped her chin almost as if she was considering his words. “I mean, I do enjoy biting you… maybe not in wolf form though.” With that she slowly moved to run her tongue across her upper lip and then bit her bottom with a wink. Damn, why was she being such a tease? She gave a shrug, dropping a few cashews in her mouth. “Okay, okay; I relent.” She even playfully held up her now empty hands.
The smile that pulled at her lips was soft and sweet, appreciating his kind words. She truly had been very talented, but then again there were a few painters in her mother’s family line. “Oh, for sure. Though they did try to set me up a ‘wine of the month club’ subscription. ” She rolled her eyes and sighed a little. Tracing along a picture of her and her mom a few weeks prior to the accident.
“This was the last picture I had taken with her.” Darcy’s voice was much softer as she looked up from the album and stood from the chair, moving to sit on the coffee table in front of Ferris. She pointed to a photo in the center of the left page. “I was eight, and behaving like such a brat that day.”
Post by Ferris Felwinter on Dec 27, 2023 2:23:22 GMT
Ferris grinned. Oh, he was well away she enjoyed biting him. "Such a tease," he grumbled, pretending to be put out by her teasing. Maybe he wasn't pretending. Did she have to be so blatant?
"Oh, they don't know you're into whiskey? I'm devastated for you," he teased back easily. He doubted his parents knew what he liked to drink. Not that he particularly wanted them to know anything about him these days. but he grew quiet again as she brought up the picture. It was a little sobering, seeing her so morose over the photo album and the specific photo of a seemingly undesired hug. He didn't like that side of Darcy. She wasn't meant to be so sad. "Eight year olds are always brats. But you were her brat," he pointed out, both sweet and maybe a bit too honest. Admittedly he felt awkward trying to be reassuring. "Never really had that with either of my parents so really don't know what I'm saying," he admitted, reaching up to rub the back of his neck.
“Oh? And here I thought I was making promises.” Darcy clicked her tongue, shaking her head and letting those wild curls bounce with her amusement. How the tables had turned, typically she was the one calling him a tease.
“They don’t care, they just let to throw money at gifts to feel better about ‘making an effort’.” The amusement from her voice faded as she rolled her eyes, knowing they’d never truly understand her and she had fully accepted that. She laughed a little as his shared sentiment, tracing the edge of the page with her finger. “No, you’re right. I was her brat.” She smiled a little more, closing the photo album and setting it down beside her. “How are you feeling?”
Post by Ferris Felwinter on Dec 27, 2023 3:31:56 GMT
"That's my line. You've been teasing ever since the truck," he pointed out, emphasizing the work purposefully. And he would continue to call it teasing because it was true, what with how she had suckered him into climbing into his own back seat. Not that it hadn't been a smart play. He knew he should contain himself and normally he thought he was really good at that. He didn't want her to think he was the demanding one in their friends with benefits relationship. But those curls made it difficult sometimes. Specifically right now.
Ferris made a noise deep in his throat, somewhere between dismissive and understanding. "I'm all for honest shows of affection and love," he started, leaning back and folding his arms. "But that doesn't always come easy. Having someone throw money at me doesn't sound like the worst thing ever. It proves they think about you, at least," he pointed out. "Some of us don't have that. Or could do with a bit more...grace when accepting gifts, you know? Speaking from experience here." In case it wasn't clear that he was demeaning himself.
He loosened his crossed arms almost immediately, reaching up to massage his left shoulder. It didn't hurt exactly, but he could feel something deep down, some part of his muscles that felt off. He couldn't quite get comfortable, even though he did like her couch. "If I say 'fine'...?" he left the question hanging in the air, mirrored from the one in the bathroom a few minutes ago. Honestly, he wasn't sure how to answer that. Like he put far more drugs in his body than necessary? "Like I should be asleep. Like I have a concussion because fuck those nurses. But not literally," he added, pointing at Darcy to ensure she didn't say a word on the matter. "Like...fuck, I don't know."
“Okay, fair point. But in my defense I wasn’t teasing at first. I had fully intended to have my way with you… but I do believe consent is important and you being high on painkillers didn’t seem like the best setting.” Shoulders dipped a little as she admitted what he likely already knew. It’s not like he didn’t know, not with her saying as much. Darcy stood and moved to sit in the couch with him but facing him with her back against the arm of the couch.
The woman didn’t ever sit ‘normally’ on her furniture. But instead of crossing her legs, she stretched them out to run across his lap. Elbow propped against the back of the couch and her hand in her hair as she listened to him speak. She couldn’t help but nod, then slightly blush as she pieced together his meaning. “I wasn’t trying to overstep with your gift, I just… you sounded so happy talking about your niece the other day. I just felt you were due for a visit. ” In person it felt a bit more personal to talk about and made her feel a bit more awkward. What kind of friend did that?
She offered a sheepish smile and sighed as he massaged his shoulder. “If you’re ready to rest, the bed is straight back through the little hallway, I doubt I’ve got any sweats or pants you’d fit, but I have some oversized flannels and tshirts. Towels are in the closet if you want a shower… whatever floats your boat.” Darcy offered as she twirled a curl around her finger. “I might have some medicate muscle rub in the first aid kit.”
Post by Ferris Felwinter on Dec 27, 2023 17:53:44 GMT
At the phrase ‘have my way with you,’ Ferris crooned softly. “I think that sounds like the best setting. Have you ever had sex while high?” He asked curiously, too distracted and willing to consent to worry about whether he was really able to be a consenting adult in the moment.
He moved his arms out if the way so Darcy could sit however she wanted. He found her choice of comfortable positions entertaining. This one he liked a lot cause she was touching him, lightly trapping him to the couch.
“No, no, no,” the man replied quickly. “That's not how I mean it, I mean that I should have been more grateful,” he tried to keep it simple. “I do really like the idea of visiting…Fuck.” he stopped short, gaze drifting off over the windows and her shelves without looking at them. “I still have to call her.” He’d forgotten in the rush of work.
“I don't want to jinx myself but I'm not tired,” he said with a yawn. The casual way she suggested he sleep in her bed did not go unnoticed. Why was that suddenly weird. They had slept together before but that was after a very different sort of evening. And as much as he was interested mentally, even if he couldn't feel it, he was sore. “I'm fine,” he said much less convincingly this time around. “Your couch is comfortable enough. I could sleep out here. But…” he trailed off and smiled again. “But the muscle rub might be nice if it came with a massage?”
The way he talked about it, Darcy found herself quite curious about just how that might feel. Though getting high didn’t typically last long for her. Curse that werewolf metabolism. “Can’t say that I have, but sounds enticing.” She admitted with a slight shrug.
There was something comforting about just being able to relax with him there. She liked seeing him in her house, on her couch with her legs across his lap. Darcy ran a hand through her hair as she watched him speak. Smiling softly, glad he seemed to have come around to her gift. She chuckled, looking at the clock on the stove. It read 2:47AM. “Well, it’s a bit late for a phone call now. I’d recommend you wait until morning.” She teased, gently brushing her knee against his chest, before relaxing her legs again.
“Alright, we’ll do you want a movie on or something?” She asked with a raised brow, then chuckled. “A good host would insist you take the bed, but I’m not going to argue if you’re fine on the couch.” She clicked her tongue playfully, as she gave a nod.
“Is there a way to apply muscle rub that doesn’t include a massage? Because that just sounds rude.” With that, Darcy raised a brow. “Shall I retrieve the muscle rub?”
Post by Ferris Felwinter on Dec 27, 2023 19:59:11 GMT
“Oh, it is super fun,” he said, still smiling. He'd tried it once ages ago. “I tried it once. Before I met Murphy. She wasn't so thrilled about the drugs so I stopped. Mostly quit drinking too. Tried to quit smoking.” Not very hard. “High on weed, I mean. Like this, I dunno,” he added. He was certainly willing to try but Darcy had made it pretty clear they wouldn't be having that kind of fun tonight.
Ferris frowned. Right. Almost three in the morning. None of them would be awake. “Okay. Probably a good call.” He glanced at her, but was distracted from laughing at his own stupid pun by her bare legs brushing against his chest.
“I might be convinced to fall asleep to a movie…” he noted, setting one arm along her legs so he could run his hand over her soft skin to just above her knee. “Perfectly fine,” he said, looking up at her. He ached to do more than just sit next to her. But that was what the massage was for. Maybe. He hoped. Even something painfully platonic would be enough distraction. “Please? And I think it's your turn to pick the movie.”
“Gosh, you make me sound like a well behaved youth… I just ran away and travelled. Well, and drank a lot.” She teased with a smile, though she definitely caught the name he threw out there; Murphy. The fact that he gave up drugs, the majority of his drinking and even tried to quit smoking told Darcy that it was highly likely that this Murphy was the one who he’d planned a life with. And despite being curious to ask, she felt that was a bit intrusive considering he wasn’t himself. Instead she just nodded with a smile. “I guess I’ll just have to take you’re word for it, I’ve gotten high, but never fucked in that state.”
“Look who’s got the jokes tonight.” Darcy teased with a grin, shaking her head a little.
His hand in her leg made her smile softly, especially at the shiver that ran up her spine from his touch. It wasn’t fair the effect his touch had on her. She gave a rosy cheeked nod to his insistence on being fine with the couch, the picked up the remote and turned on one of the streaming services, selecting Sweeney Todd and pressing play. She wasn’t thrilled at the prospect of moving her legs away from his touch, but she did need to grab the muscle rub.
“Go ahead and get yourself situated, I’ll grab the muscle rub.” Darcy said as she gently slid her legs off his lap and stood. Darcy sauntered to the corner of the living room to bend over her hiking pack, she dig through it until she found the first aid kit and opened it, taking out the medicated muscle rub and closing the pack back up, not at all embarrassed over having her barely covered ass on display the entire time.