Thread: Can you hear them? |Lagertha x Kosmik_Khoas|

Vince stepped slightly to the side when Mixie woke up to vomit. He instantly took notice to blood in it, and how thin it was. The girl hadn't been eating correctly. A deep frown crossed his face at that thought. When she looked up at him and flinched away with her hands drawn up he let out a sigh. Put your hands down. If I was going to hurt you I would have done it back at the hospital. He said glancing down at himself when she asked who he was and why he was naked. He had forgotten that he wasn't wearing clothing. My name is Vince, and I am naked because clothes don't fit on a changed werewolf. He answered calmly kneeling so he was closer to eye level with her. His dark hues searching her face. His nostrils flared ever so slightly as he studied her. You are in a safe place, no longer in that prison of a hospital. He said with a curling of his lip in anger. She isn't here, I don't know where she is so that would be a negative on speaking with her. Angi came out of the hall wearing a towel around her body and smiled at Mixie who was finally awake. Hey there, welcome back to the land of the living. She said crossing the living room, her smile melting into a look of concern at the pale, sweating girl on the couch, and the blood flecked vomit on the floor. No I am not to feed you to my brother, no matter how tasty you look. She said walking up to Vince and putting a hand on his head like he was a dog. She doesn't look good Vince, or smell so well either. Vince didn't protest the hand on his head but did shoot Angi a growl. Yeah she is sick. Sani, can you get her some detox tea and something to put on her stomach. She needs to get the drugs out of her system and food in it. He called to the old man who was already busying himself in the kitchen. I'll let you bark out orders tonight pup, only because you are correct, don't get used to it. Sani's rough voice came back from the kitchen. Angi, go draw her a bath. Use some of the medical herbs in it. Angi nodded and ruffled Vince's hair. Got it bro. She said before darting off. With Sani and Angi working Vince reached out put his hand on her face. You're running a fever. With an audible sniff an a wrinkle of his nose he withdrew he hand. And whatever it was they were stuffing you full of your starting to withdraw from. He all but growled the word they. It was clear he didn't care for the doctors at the now ruined hospital. Looking at her sweat drenched dress he frowned. It smelled of that wretched place, and the fear sweat that it had soaked up. Pulling his hand from her face he knitted his eyebrows together in concentration and a moment later A black claw grew from the tip of his index finger. Grabbing the front of her dress with the unaltered hand he ran the claw through the fabric, rending it with ease. Peeling the ruined fabric from her body ignoring any and all protests from her as he stripped her down, leaving her in just her panties. His eyes never left her face, like her being more naked than not didn't affect him in the least. Once she was out of her dress Vince slid his arms under her thighs and around the small of her back and lifted her from the couch as though she was weightless. You're sick, I need you to settle down. He said locking eyes with the small woman in his powerful arms. His voice stern and commanding but not harsh, the voice of a man who is a leader and used to having what he said obeyed. He held her tight against his broad muscled chest to keep her from fighting her way out of his grasp. Carrying her down the hall towards the sound of flowing water he entered the bathroom with her. Angi wasn't in there but the tub was filling with lightly steaming water. The slightly foggy water in the tub gave off a soothing aroma of a mix of flowers and menthol, along with the smell of salt. Easing Mixie into the warmth of the water Vince knelt down beside the tub and eased his arms from under her. Before drawing them out of the tub though he hooked his fingers under her panties and with a quick tug cut through the fabric. Pulling them out from the tub he tossed them into the trash. Relax and don't get out of the tub. He said standing and walking out of the room. A minute later he came back in wearing a pair of to tight shorts and carrying a towel and fresh washcloth, and a cup. Taking his spot back at the side of the tub he eased the cup into the water and poured it over her head slowly. What's your name? He asked already knowing it from the others yelling it, but he wanted her to give it to him. And how long were you in that hell hole for? His voice was deep, and had taken on a calming steady tone. He poured more of the scented water over her head before grabbing a bottle of shampoo and squeezing some into his hand. Working it into a light lather between his large palms he began to work it into her long tresses, careful not to tangle her hair anymore than it already was. You saw some pretty horrible things, I would like to apologize for that. I lost my head in my anger after they took Angi, she is my little sister, and my only surviving blood relative. As he spoke his strong fingers gently massaged her scalp. My thoughtlessness cost me the lives of several of my pack, who are my family, it was foolish of me. Curling a finger under her chin he tilted Mixie's head back and started to rinse the shampoo from her hair. In that foolishness I most likely caused a war by taking you. He sat the cup aside and grabbed the wash cloth and a bar of homemade soap that smelled of jasmine and honey. Working the soap in the rag he gathered Mixie's long hair and put it over her shoulder and started to wash her back with the tender care of a lover. There is something about you Mixie, a scent that is like us, but not. It's hard to explain but it has me and my inner beast curious as to what you are. His hands moved from her back to her shoulders and down her arms. I mean, you had the attention of two demons and they were not ripping you to pieces or trying to rend you soul from your body. They were interested in you, so were those other wolves, and in the excitement and confusion of the moment I just grabbed you and went. His hands, and the soapy rag moved under the water to her stomach. He gently washed his way up to her chest and without a moment of hesitation or a hint of sexuality he ran the cloth under her breasts, then over and in between them. His eyes never once leaving her face, his look one of deep curiosity and searching. Just who are you Mixie? He asked as he brought the rag up to wash her neck.