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[banded]

Date & Time: January 15th, day and night
Location: … Places ...
Characters: Teen Wolf cast + Peter Rumancek
Summary: It’s the full moon and there are a couple out of control werewolves.
Warnings: Werewolf business, up to and including violence and moon-induced assholery.

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[freezerburned]

[Isaac blinks a little wearily up at him, looking confused. He hadn't planned on Peter leaving- rather, was sort of working his way toward lying down in his lap, and the sudden rejection takes him by a rather painful surprise. Still, he takes the blankets quietly, looking down toward them and trying not to- he doesn't know.

In truth, that one simple movement makes him want to fly apart, scream into the couch cushions and rip through the fabric in his hands. Everything had been built so precariously, balancing Peter and Scott and everyone else, and now it feels like he's been trying in vain this whole time. Stupid of him, to think he could keep them both.

Even as he lays down, his shoulders tense again, wrapping the blankets tight around him to prevent his hands from shaking, Isaac doesn't speak, doesn't wish Peter goodnight, doesn't get up to make sure the door is locked like usual.

He doesn't find his way into bed with Peter at all that night, and after almost an hour of silence, he falls into a fitful sleep that stretches on for the rest of the day.]

[werewolfing]

[peter wakes up a few hours later, finds the bed still empty and isaac on the couch, shifting in his sleep.

did you learn from it?

isaac makes a little sound in his sleep, and peter knows what he learned. he takes his blankets and pads over to the couch, wincing at the cold floor on his bare feet, and squeezes onto the couch, one leg over isaac's hip to hold on, drapes the covers over them both. he strokes isaac's hair, presses their foreheads together.]

Shh. I'm sorry, rikonoro, I am. It's okay, all right?

[freezerburned]

[Isaac barely wakes up at the feeling of the weight being draped over him, blinking slightly at the familiar scent and shifting a little to allow the closeness as Peter squeezes in on the couch. The words don't quite make sense to him at the time, and Isaac can sense that Peter is probably a few centimeters away from falling off the couch, so he squirms back just a little, shifting warmly under him.]

Heavy.

[But there's a little contented sigh at the contact, and even if he's pressed back into the couch, Isaac still finds a way to curl into him somehow, eyes fluttering shut.]

You're gonna fall off.

[werewolfing]

[peter moves with him when isaac settles back, wedges his leg behind one of isaac's, and then takes one of isaac's arms and drapes it around his back.]

Nah. You got me.

[this is probably the stupidest way he's slept in a long time. he's still out almost immediately.]

[freezerburned]

Mm.

[And that is, quite simply, that. Isaac falls back asleep moments later, halfheartedly trying to ensure that Peter stays on the couch with him. There are still dreams of course, twitches of panic in his fingers along the other werewolf's back, but for the most part, he sleeps much better.]