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?
Her concern about being naked wasn’t so much for herself, but for him. After what he shared he’d been through with the Siren, Darcy didn’t want him to ever feel like she expected anything sexual from him. Of course she was more than interested, but she cared about his mental state, and he wasn’t okay. Just because he had been intoxicated and didn’t recall everything he shared; she did.
Darcy wasn’t unfamiliar to his tones, and that small voice didn’t mean anything good. She simply shrugged, just hoping he’d chalk up her unusual quietness to her still waking up. When he put the blanket over her shoulders she offered a half smile before standing, pulling the blanket around herself and venturing a bit further into the cave. “Let me check.” She said softly as she opened the bag and rummaged around for a minute, pulling out a bottle of water and packet of Tylenol.
“Here you go.” She offered, holding out one hand with the Tylenol and bottle of water while the other held the blanket around herself. If she was one thing, it was prepared. After he took the items, she would step further back in the cave and pull on an oversized t-shirt and some bike shorts. Yes, she could have changed back last night and talked, but she felt like he just needed her to listen. She grabbed a hair tied and pulled her messy of curls back into a bun.
“So yeah, this is just one of my little hide aways. When I don’t feel like being too far from the pack, but I need my own space; I come here.” And she had been here quite a lot lately.
Post by Ferris Felwinter on Jul 9, 2024 4:10:03 GMT
Ferris got up and was pulling on his pants when Darcy said she would check for painkillers. He blinked, surprised. Ferris cleared his throat. "I was joking, I don't-" he tried to get the words out before she came back and offered him a water bottle and the bottle of pills. He took the water first, and then the pills gingerly, as if afraid it might bite him. "Thanks," he said quietly, staring at the bottle for a moment. His eyes shifted down to the floor as he sat down again and opened the bottle. He dumped out four into his hand, grit his teeth and then put one back. Then another. He slammed the other two back and took a drink of water, swallowing hard. Fuck.
He set the pill bottle down at arms distance away, though in another alternate reality, he imagined himself throwing it across the cave and where it exploded open against the far wall. Much more satisfying.
"Could use some throw pillows. Oh, a hammock." Now where would one tie off a hammock in this cave? He had no idea. "Dog bed?" he corrected himself, wincing at a particularly nasty throbbing ache. He closed his eyes and took another long drink of water before offering it back to Darcy. "That's ho I feel about my office..." Sure, it was where people knew where to find him at work, but he was usually out and about the station and only retreated there for course work or reports or to be away from people. He knew this was the part where he should suggest they go back. Only he wasn't sure where he wanted to go back to. His apartment? No. The station? Too many people. Her place? Inviting himself over wasn't his thing. His truck? That was...a walk? Where had he left his truck?
The cave wasn’t without its down sides, such as the lack of comfortable places to sit or rest. But she knew if she added anything for her comfort, it would be gone or torn the next time she returned. After-all, werewolves were the only animals in these parts. Though, most animals recognized her scent as a more dangerous threat, so she hadn’t encountered anything annoying out here as of yet.
After dressing, stepped back out with the mostly emptied pack, picking up the bottle of Tylenol and putting it back in the bag. Perhaps she was showing him too much trust in offering him painkillers so casually. But she didn’t want to be accused of coddling the man either. It was not an easy situation to navigate when you were so very aware that your best friend didn’t want to exist.
She rolled her eyes, but a hint of a smile stole to the edges of her lips as she gently sat down beside him and gave his arm a nudge. “Wow, did it take you long to think up that one?” Darcy teased, dropping her chin to rest atop her knees as she hugged them to her chest and just gave a soft sort of sigh. “So what’s the game plan Ferris?” It might have seemed like such a broad question, but she had no issue continuing and being more specific.
“I… I can’t act like I didn’t hear everything you said last night. And I won’t pretend like I’m not worried for you, because I am.” She wasn’t just afraid… she was terrified. And things didn’t scare her easy. She was a werewolf for fuck’s sake; she was supposed to be the thing people were terrified of! She kept her gaze focused on the far side of the cave wall. “If you feel like this, you shouldn’t be alone… why don’t you stay with me- I mean, stay at my place.”
Post by Ferris Felwinter on Jul 10, 2024 1:13:07 GMT
"Yes. Yes it did. I have a hangover, you know, so let's leave the higher functioning jokes out of it," he said, looking over as she nudged him and offering a pained half smile. He hadn't been serious and he was glad at least someone got his humor. Ferris continued to massage his right temple as she dug deeper. He didn't know and he didn't want to think about it. Didn't want to think about anything. He wanted a dark room, only one a bit more comfortable than this cave, and somewhere he could take off these damp jeans.
The firefighter hoped that that was where she would leave it. That he could just shrug it off and climb to his feet and ask her to lead the way back to her place and give him a ride to his truck so he could drive himself...somewhere. Nowhere. But she didn't. And he was both relieved and despised her for it. He didn't remember everything he said last night. But he remembered what they talked about by her sofa. And he knew that after so many drinks, he would have been a lot more...open than he usually was. Probably too open. It was pretty easy to know from Darcy's words that he had over shared with her exactly how...uninterested in being around he was. He'd confessed to her before though that he was suicidal. Maybe this time he had gotten specific.
He sighed. He never meant to worry her or anyone else. It wasn't about that and only made him feel worse. But not worse than the headache. He pushed himself to his feet, fighting the bout of dizziness. "Nice of you to offer, but..." he swallowed, "I don't need a babysitter," he said, though his voice wavered. "I feel fine," he attempted to insist, stuffing his feet into his boots and then attempting to make his way to the mouth of the cave.
He had a point there, Darcy didn’t envy him for that hangover. Though, she might have appreciated not being able to so clearly and accurately recall exactly what he said. She didn’t fault him for his depression, or the suicidal thoughts that accompanied it. She frowned when he pushed himself up. His words making her temper burn slightly. But she took a breath and watched him for a moment before standing up and shaking her head.
“Ferris, I didn’t mean it like that. You’re a grown man, you don’t need someone watching you.” She crossed her arms, rolling her eyes in vague annoyance. “I meant because of the siren neighbor, you shouldn’t be alone because a siren can easily get you to fall victim to her song if you already have once.” Of course she was concerned about his suicidal thoughts, but she knew that was something she couldn’t force him to want to work through. That would only piss him off.
“I know that what you’re dealing with isn’t within your control, it’s not something you can just ‘fake’ your way through.” she sighed, stepping in front of him and placing a hand on each of his shoulders. “Just like I know that only you can decide if medication is the path you want to take, I just don’t want you alone and running into someone who can manipulate you again.” Darcy let her hands drop as she took a breath and shrugged.
“Look, if you want a ride back to the station, I’ll take you there. I’m not going to try and tell you what you should do,” She walked back to pick up her pack and rolled the blanket before stuffing it inside and hoisting the bag on her shoulder. “As your friend, I’m here… even when you’re being a stubborn ass.” She shook her head and continued toward the mouth of the cave.
Post by Ferris Felwinter on Jul 11, 2024 0:51:48 GMT
He didn't make it more than a few steps before her words made him stop. Honestly, he'd have been more hurt if she hadn't said anything. Which was a silly thing to be when he was the one trying to be dismissive and play this off as nothing. Saying he was 'fine,' who was he kidding? Certainly not his best friend. Ferris stopped and looked over his shoulder at her, light brown hair falling in front of his eyes. His mouth formed a tight frown. Well, all the more reason to continue avoiding his apartment, then. By now, Halah probably got the message, that he wasn't interested. But if anything, she was probably just amused. She'd had her fun with him and played with her toy.
Ferris wasn't upset or pissed so much as he was trying desperately to pretend he was fine. That there wasn't a problem. He'd lived most of his life without a problem and he could figure it out again. He had to. He was supposed to. He was his own man, after all. But...he did understand Darcy was trying to help. Was helping.
He hands on his shoulders sent a sort of calming wave through him, enough to get him to focus and look up to Darcy's deep bold eyes and her sharp features and wild curls. Even in human form, he could feel that wolf that was part of her, digging her heels in and taking a stand, the spirit flashing in her eyes. His eyes tightened as she mentioned medication. Because he knew she was right. Her saying only he could decide to get himself on meds was just as much a way of her telling him she thought that would help. Even if he hated to considering it. "Alright," he relented, even before she dropped her hands. The man turned to watch her walk back for the pack and blanket. He leaned against the cave wall and sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I...get the hint." He took another breath, looking away from her at first and then back. "Maybe...I'll think about the medication. And I appreciate you being here, even when it seems like I don't. I guess...having a roommate would be nice. For a while."
"Just to be clear, this is by no means an admission that I think your couch is more comfortable than my couch. I am just accepting the invitation to sleep on it," he clarified as a serious joke, following her outside. He winced in the bright sunlight, even through the trees, groaning and hoping the painkillers kicked in sooner rather than later.
Darcy watched as Ferris stopped, her words halting him in his tracks. She could see the tightness in his shoulders, the way his light brown hair fell in front of his eyes as he turned to look at her, frowning. She knew he was trying to dismiss his feelings, to play it off as nothing. But she knew him too well. Plus, she could tell if he tried to lie… appreciating when he was just honest instead.
“Ferris,” She said softly, her voice carrying the firmness of someone who cared deeply. “You don’t have to pretend with me. I know you’re not fine, and that’s okay. You’ve been through a lot, and it’s alright to admit that you need help.”
She saw the tightness in his eyes when she mentioned medication, and she gave him a reassuring smile. “It’s your decision, and I’ll support whatever you choose. But sometimes, it’s okay to accept a little help. You’re not alone in this.”
When he relented, Darcy let her hands drop and stepped back to fetch the pack and blanket. She felt a surge of relief and a touch of pride that he was willing to consider her advice. As she packed the blanket, she listened to his attempt at humor and felt a flicker of warmth.
“Fair enough,” Darcy replied with a small smile. “My couch is just more conveniently located at the moment. But I’m glad you’re accepting the invitation.”
She started leading him out of the cave, her steps careful on the wet ground. “And Ferris,” She added, looking back at him, “I’m here for you. Always. You don’t have to go through this alone.”
The bright sunlight made both of them squint, and Darcy reached out to steady Ferris as he groaned. “Let’s get you back and settled. One step at a time, okay?”
Post by Ferris Felwinter on Jul 14, 2024 1:57:41 GMT
Although he shook his head slightly when Darcy proposed that he could admit to needing help, he didn't interrupt. Part of him understood this, even if he would still refuse. It was different though, being offered help and taking it than reaching out himself. Seeing her figurative hand extended to him and taking it versus reaching out to open air and hoping to grab a ledge. One of them felt entirely hopeless to him. And besides, plenty of people handled this alone. If he couldn't, then what did that make him?
Something he didn't want to know the answer to.
"Exactly," he confirmed of her couch, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck and then shoving his hands in his pockets. Only to realize he had almost forgotten his lighter. He moved back to her and picked it up, returning it to his damp jean pocket and following after her. He gave her an odd look, as while she had said it twice here, neither were the first time she had said something similar, about him not having to be alone. It was a good feeling, but also not something he knew how to reply to. Normal people didn't just say that to each other, did they? "Thanks, Darcy," he mumbled, truly appreciating it, even if he felt weird about it. "You're a good friend," he added. For the company, the comfort, the listening ear, the rides, the invitation to sleep on her couch (which he now realized, he was the one who assumed couch and that wasn't what she had asked but he decided to ignore that thought for the moment), for her advise and of course, for just being there. For always being there.
He followed her out of the cave and over the damp forest floor, taking some small comfort in the morning dew and a good friend.