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ᴅᴇʀᴇᴋ ʜᴀʟᴇ ♔ ([personal profile] calloused) wrote2019-01-19 03:09 pm
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confiscated: (⇀ left alone they suffer)

[personal profile] confiscated 2019-06-01 06:02 am (UTC)(link)
I just wanted to get her dinner. Thought she might be less of a bitch on a full stomach.

[He doesn't need to explain himself but it fills the silence anyway, and he feels down still too. They're just mellow and recovering from their own (literal) wounds. Tate eats another peach before reaching out, running his pinky over a scratch on Derek's bicep. It's just a line of blood, trickled down from something now healed. He retracts his hand, if only to take another candy and this time offer it to Derek.

Tate'll still have to go get tuna, or cat food - or whatever it is he can feed Cobain to try and keep her around. He hears a scrabbling noise outside and figures she's fucked off again. He's been luring her around for a while, up off the beach and into the security of the woods. And he really, really wants to keep up taking care of her but doesn't want to face the scrutinizing conversation of voicing that fact right now.

If Derek doesn't take the candy or refuses it, Tate'll still flick it at him.]


She's like a solid ninety percent bitch, but that other ten percent's really sweet when you get to see it. Which you might never do now, after... that - whatever that was. I didn't know you could do that.
confiscated: (⇀ for this is how we live)

[personal profile] confiscated 2019-06-01 06:34 am (UTC)(link)
[Tate might think the roaring thing was cooler if he hadn't been caught in that first blast - it makes him aware of how powerful it is, though. Useful, too. Derek could've had him submitting too if he kept it up - but he wonders what it says about Cobain that she did cower but is still holding true to her colors. She's just... the feistiest cat he's ever seen.

Derek wastes the fuzzy peach and Tate stares at it, finishing the ones in his palm by knocking them back. He then reaches for the spare one, picking it up off the bed and sticking it in his mouth as well. He's eating more food in this fucking tree house than he's eaten in weeks, just because of the casual access. He replies after he swallows, laying down next to Derek with a thumb against the bed.]


I've seen her for a couple weeks. Just hanging out around the beach, under the pier. She was farther down the boardwalk but I've been coaxing her to follow me - finally got her kinda used to this place. Nobody else seems to take care of her. It's a miracle she's still so fat.

[Tate stares up at the trees, squinting when he thinks he sees a sway of an orange tail somewhere up, up above.]

If she didn't submit, does that make her an Alpha too? D'you got competition now?
confiscated: (⇀ greetings like wax)

[personal profile] confiscated 2019-06-01 08:44 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah, bullshit. She's totally your Alpha Rival.

[Tate's - amused, just for a beat, trying to bring some levity into the moment again. He could've been a little more forthcoming with the details but he wanted that introduction to go better - and it says a lot about how much Derek trusts his requests when he barreled in anyway, without respecting his wishes. But Tate's quietly not thinking about that, because Derek says keep her and it snags his attention happily.

He looks at Derek, head tilted against the bed to flick over his figure like he's suspicious of the agreement. He is, really, but he's also not going to jeopardize it. He was going to keep her regardless of what he said, but now it just means Cobain can wild it out in the woods.]


You really have catfood I can swipe? I was gonna get some, but this saves me wasting my five finger discount.
confiscated: (⇀ i want only lies)

[personal profile] confiscated 2019-06-02 06:21 am (UTC)(link)
Why's Stiles' cat not touching the food?

[Gourmet taste or - shitty food? Tate arches his brows and stays laying on his back, face turned toward Derek. It starts to put a crick in his neck but he pushes through, dark eyes skimming over Derek's firm lipped expression. Tate doesn't know what to take the initiative on in terms of holding up the conversation when Derek's like this. Is he mad? Fed up and disappointed? Tate doesn't know. But Tate's - still suffering that ding to his confidence from when Derek walked by him moments ago, so he frowns gently.

Then he turns on to his side, figuring - he can navigate this along the lines of what he knows for sure. Appeal to the alpha side of Derek, stop teasing him. If he's surly, he's going to bark and snap. Feed the ego. Appease the ego. And, well, failing all that - Tate knows how to shift this physical as a distraction now. He starts that, just lightly, by reaching out to trace his fingers down Derek's arm.]


Are you mad?
confiscated: (⇀ the hate rises)

[personal profile] confiscated 2019-06-03 01:12 am (UTC)(link)
[Nonanswer, Tate just - lets that slide with a swipe of his tongue along the backs of his teeth, trying not to let something so insignificant have any weight on him. But the little nosy part of him inside just wants to know the answer anyway, because he wants to know everything about Derek - about Stiles - about these people that are in his life. He wants to know for the sake of knowing and yet he can't. His fingers stop tracing just for a beat, but then they resume. Down his arm to his wrist, then back up to his bicep. Rinse, repeat.

Tate has a habit of not thinking things through and he's guilty of that, so he's guilty of being about fifty percent the cause of this misunderstanding if not a slight bit more. But Derek's reaction is always to snap like a dog disturbed from a nap - Tate can lay the blame on him but by now he should know kinder ways of rousing him.]


No. I mean, I think you were stupid overreacting but... I could have told you she was a feral bitch. And maybe also a cat.