Carrying a small bouquet of flowers, the long legged female wandered through the cemetary on her annual journey. Every year around this time, the angel made an emotional trip to the far end of the cemetary. Walking down the well worn path, she manuevered past fresher graves and moved slowly toward the oldest part of the cemetary. As she passed certain sections, she would stand to think for a moment of the people in the graves that she had known and cared about. Yet, she'd been unable to stop their deaths for all her power and ability. Old age had gotten most of them but it was no consolation to the heart of the fallen angel. Doomed to walk the earth, she had made many friendships and acquaintances across the years and it had blugeoned her heart ever time she had lost one of them. For years at a time, Morticia had attempted to not befriend others, but her soft heart couldn't stand isolation either.

Gradually, she reached the section of the cemetary where the cobblestone path was beginning to crumble and the weeds were beginning to creep up on the headstones. Some of the stones were beginning to fade and the etching was hard to read. Picking her way between the headstones, she bent down between two. A brother-sister pair that had passed away in their early adulthood. Gently, she split the bouquet into two and set them on the gravesites. Ever so slowly, she pulled the weeds away from the headstones and gently cleared off the gravesites. Satisfied that they once again looked presentable, the angel rested on her knees and looked at the two stones. "You two wouldn't believe how the world is today and I know you wouldn't approve of how some of your descendants act, but I suppose they are of little to blame." Sighing gently, the angel looked wistful. "I keep the house much like it was when you two walked the earth with me, though I do repaint now and then for people who wish to reside there with me." Though she couldn't communicate with the two, she felt some comfort in relating to them the ways of the world and the situations going on with Morticia. Brushing a bit of dust from the top of one, she sighed. "I've met some interesting supernaturals of late. They you might actually like. We...I...live in a world now that's beginning to open up more to the likes of you and I." The angel bit her lip to try to keep from crying. They'd been gone for years....Nearly a hundred years, but the angel still missed these two beings every day.

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[atrb=background,http://i40.tinypic.com/2v8iwj7.png] ** The thin boy tugged at the sleeves of his long coat, the material coarsely tickling the pads of his fingers, a small fleeting smile passing by on his lips as he walked along the cold and lonely roads of the downtown. He felt incredibly nervous, especially since it didn't feel right for him to be wandering around alone, not after everything that had happened, from the abuse to the re-enslavement, even flickering memories of Jaime's vicious face rose up. He wanted to go back home to his dorm and just curl up under the covers, it was much safer there, his territory was like a safe haven for him, especially since he didn't even experience his first shift yet. He was scared for that, the painful process he was told about, considering it was his first time and all, as well as the fact that he had been turned, subconsciously rubbing at the scarred bite mark that had marred the left side of his lower abdomen. Innocent amber eyes turned up to stare at the sky, painted with colors of violet and dark blue, his hands wandering into his pockets as his feet tapped daintily against the cold stone of the walkway, his feet bare as he had grown accustomed to. Since he had reclaimed the dorm as his own, of course he had found his clothes from before, boots and shoes included, but he was so used to running and moving around without any barrier between his soles and the concrete that now it felt weird. ** The slender trees that dotted the nearby cemetery were making him take in shuddered breaths, feeling as if someone was lurking behind them, spindly like a strand of thread, and the towering columns of rock weren't helping as well, portraying all sorts of religious figures of them. In front of one of the looming statues he reached underneath his coat to pull out a necklace, golden and crystal beads strung all around with a minuscule cross hanging at the front, kissing it gently before leaving it on the outside, asking for forgiveness for all the sins he had committed in his life. Even though none of them were his fault. At the rustle of a leaf against the ground he was already out of there, naturally skittish as he sped forward, right into the graveyard rather than past it, like his original intentions. The werewolf fidgeted as the winds howled and all the gravestones made muffled noises as pebbles were pelted at them, nibbling at his lip as he murmured soft prayers to himself, but somewhere deep inside of him he felt as if all he was spouting was lies, they had never helped him before during the horrid things his brothers and father did, so why would it now? Though everyone found something to have faith in, to make the world seem all the more bearable, and as he glanced over his petite shoulder, he nearly collided into a pale woman, instantly shrinking away submissively as he babbled out with fright, “I-I'm so sorry! I-I didn't see y-you…” Something didn't feel right here, noticing how there was this slightly holy aura around her, something all angels carried, even when they had fallen, and he felt guilt surging through him. Here he was, a sinner, in front of one of God's creatures, fingers wrapping around the cross as he swallowed thickly, involuntarily kneeling as his head bowed down. Amount: 575 Words. Notes: Mattie</3 Muse: Really good. Tune: Hallelujah ~ Rufus Wainwright Tags: Mikko with Morticia;

With her head bowed, Morticia sensed someone else coming into the cemetary, but she was in the middle of a reminiscence and prayer about the two humans she'd loved more than any other being she'd ever met. Mind fully on what she'd come to the cemetary to do today, the angel escaped awareness of the world around her temporarily and instead concentrated solely on her thoughts. It was a bit of respite that the fallen felt she needed at the moment. It seemed the world she lived in was in a crisis and for not the first time in her life the angel was at the crossroads of a personal decision.

The dark haired angel had been rising from her trance as a young male collided with her. A slight vision of shock crossed her face before she smiled easily as he stuttered an apology, not that she found one necessary. He was timid and nervous of that she was already sure, though for once she was having a hard time pegging down his species. Having roamed the world for many years, she prided herself on knowing often what others were before she ever befriended them, not that it mattered their species. Tilting her head, she waved her hand at him. "It is I that should apologize young sire, I fear I was thinking instead of looking as I moved. It's a rather bad habit I've begun to fall into to." Her dark eyes were light as she concentrated on his face. As he kneeled, the angel bit her tongue to keep herself from cursing. "Rise, rise at once, young sir." She looked around nervously afraid that someone might catch them. While regular angels could have people pledge themselves to their service, fallens were not allowed such conveniences and in fact she could be punished if one even thought he might do such a thing. Morticia bit her lip and fidgeted taking note of his jewelry for once. "You are a believer." It was a statement more than a questions and she could have kicked herself. It certainly wasn't the smartest observation the angel had ever made. "What brings you here?" Her fingers trailed across the top of the stone she'd been crouching next too.

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[atrb=background,http://i40.tinypic.com/2v8iwj7.png] ** The gangly male refused to move as he shuddered there on the ground, eyes shut tight with repent as his free hand clutched tightly around the rosary beads, chest rising and falling with raggedy jerks, only to hear her command. Had it been before he was captured by the cartel, sold into the enslavement by his father, well he would have been eager enough to actually talk to girls, they had been his solace in the cold world of men. Though now he was equally as shut out with both genders, having witnessed enough to bring down his faith in the earth, the population of those who roamed around on it, and in himself, so all he believed was pure and untouched was the holy spirit himself. So since she had requested him to do something, he did it out of fear of punishment, shaky legs unfolded as he stood, golden eyes still clinging to the dewy grass near the graves, his gaze occasionally rising to take a peek at her face out of mere curiosity, the kitten that he once was still running through his veins. There was a bit of a solid silence between the majestic angel and the awkward teenager, fingers rubbing at the cross out of habit, her politely said statement showing that she definitely had once been a part of God's bunch. He flinched slightly, for no real reason, just the shifting of winds and he took in a deep breath, nodding meekly as he murmured, “Y-Yes ma'am, it's a-all that I have…” ** His emotional and spiritual connection with the religion had made him oh so more vulnerable, yet stronger in a sense as well, but before he could delve even deeper into that, his fingers fell from the beads as her question was presented. His bare left foot swiveled around in the dirt as he mentally praised himself for remembering to where long sleeves and pants, it covered any and all bruises, making him just look like some scared kid. The less stares the better. He gathered what he wanted to say in his head, running over it multiple times with hesitation, as if frightened that she would get mad if he said the wrong thing, lips parted as the tip of his tongue swiped over those soft lips. His fingertips touched as he whispered out, turning his head to the side, cocoa locks tickling at his temples, “U-Um, I was just t-taking a walk, ma'am… T-Then something moved, I-I got scared…” He bashfully moved his hands so they were behind his back, clasping together to hide his little jitters, adding, “And y-yourself?” A light blush was dusting his pale cheeks from the cold weather, rocking on to the backs of his heels, trying to direct most of the conversation on to her with, “Aren't y-you afraid of being o-out here all a-alone?” He knew he was, the lack of strong lighting and trusted souls beside him were driving him insane, though as always, he just shoved it away, trying to smile, but all that showed was a shaky grimace. Amount: 516 Words. Notes: Hurr :c Muse: Good. Tune: Terrible Things ~ Mayday Parade Tags: Mikko with Morticia;

Her voice was sterner than she meant as she commanded him to rise as she feared for his safety and sadly for her own status. She's worked hard to rise to the level she was now stagnated at but she'd rather stagnate than move back down the ladder. WIth her wings an ash gray, a bit of her melancholy lifted and she found her heart less sorrowful or fraught with turmoil. Indeed, things had become easier for her in the last few decades and she had her heart and status set on at least keeping them that way. However, it bothered her to watch as the boy did as commanded as if fearful of her. Though she had no way of doing so, she wished to assure him that he had nothing to fear from her. Morticia was not a vengeful beast, though she did have a dangerous side. Usually, the angel was quite soft hearted and soft spoken. It was in her nature to be quiet and receptive to those in need having been created as a guardian even if she did not fulfill that roll at the moment. As the wind ruffled the pair, the angel took notice of the young one's twitch. What a dichotomy the pair made. The young one seemed fearful of the slightest movement, whereas the angel felt nothing to fear and had found little worth fearing in a very long time. Pushing strands of hair out of her face, Morticia looked him over and took note of his words. "Tis all that many of us have, young sire, the knowledge that one day we shall be relieved of this at times wretched place to live an eternal life with our creator in safety and in harmony." Usually, Morticia resisted talk of her Creator as it caused her pain to speak of one she'd once walked in the shadows of but now was unable to see his face or walk in his kingdom. Her chances of standing before his Grace were much less than the child before her. "Things we collect and admire down here come to nothing in his eyes. It is best to live simply." Her eyes cast over the graveyard and she sighed almost inaudibly.

The angel was patient as the younger being considered his answer to her question. The wind pushed at her hair and she smiled as benevolently as a mother would on a much beloved child. Her mind wandered as to why the youth had no shoes. Ought she offer him a warm place of respite and food as she had Madilynn and Heric or would he be offended or frightened by such an open gesture? Deciding to wait until she knew more about the child, Morticia knew already that she'd have to help him in whatever endeavors she could. The guardian side of her was much to strong to ignore the needs of a being so obviously in need of safety. As he called her ma'am she resisted the sense to shutter. Though she was old in more ways than one, Morticia did not often find herself addressed as ma'am anymore. It made her feel like an angry school marm lecturing a child when addressed as such. "Please do feel free to call me Morticia, young sir." Her eyes swept the graveyard as she felt the world around her. There seemed to be no one there but herself and the boy. However, the longer she watched the more she could tell that the mere shaking of a leaf or a wrong cast shadow would scare the boy.

As he redirected the question, the angel's gaze swept back over the two ancient stones. "Merely hoping to converse with two old friends, though they've never spoken back mind you. It brings me a mild comfort to converse with those I find I have been the closest to in the years I've roamed though they are long gone from this world. Long tendrils of dark hair fell into the angel's fair face as she shook her head in response to his question. "Who have I to fear?" Her head tilted sideways. "I've met none of late that wish me direct harm, though there are those that would attack me for my species alone, but " She shrugged a bit. "I fear them little also." She was babbling a bit, but the young one seemed not to want to speak of himself so she'd answer his questions as well as she could. "I am alone in this world most of the time, for friends are hard to find." Her eyes again cast over him. "Are you on your way anywhere or could you spare some time to spend with an old wretch?" She meant herself of course. The angel enjoyed company of others though often she didn't have any such company of late.

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[atrb=background,http://i40.tinypic.com/2v8iwj7.png] ** Matt took every single word that the fallen angel spoke as the truth, for she had actually been in the presence of God and he believed she knew whatever would be best to please him, his fingers wrapping tighter around the beads as she told him of simplicity. Well, that meant he was doing at least something right, for the most part, he had never been the boldest or the richest teen around, he was more in the shadows for the majority of his life, it made him feel protected, as if no one was going to come and find him, drag him away by his hair. His voice seemed to be lodged in his throat during their entire meeting, her warm face not visible to him as he kept those fearful golden eyes locked to the solemn headstones, his chest constricting as he felt he was disrespecting the angel by standing in her presence. He knew she had commanded him to rise, but it still didn't feel right, and he internally prayed, tried to apologize for such actions, words unheard to the world around them as his lips mumbled with silenced holy terms. He did, however, take another peek at her black hair when she told him to refer to her as Morticia, storing that name away for later use, but he couldn't find it in himself to refer to anyone other than in the utmost proper respect, really since his return to Cry Wolf High only Kerrie had managed to make that happen. Still then he added a mister to every reference of the other werewolf, it was just his natural behavior and he couldn't change it, so many years of repeated beatings making him fear any potential mistakes, instead bobbing his head slowly, murmuring, “Y-Yes, ma'am.” Every breath he took pained him, stretching the bruises out as he took a step closer to the woman, avoiding whatever creature was making noises behind him, probably a common cricket. ** The Canadian's interest was piqued once more when she spoke of some people who wanted to harm her just due to her species, rubbing a tender arm as he shyly asked, “U-Um, who w-would want to a-attack you, m-miss?” That was when he tried to get some information on his new race as well, wanting to make sure he wasn't getting anymore enemies with this transformation that was looming on the edge every passing day, “… A-And do werewolves h-have people who w-want to hurt them t-too?” He tried to make it sound as casual as possible, sans the stuttering of course, but just to avoid anyone thinking that he was something more than a simple human, that was how he liked to keep it. Boring and plain people blended in with the population, and that's how he wanted it to be, so he could immerse himself in a crowd like a phantom, escape any danger hurtling his way, but alas it was too late for that, no matter how hard he prayed and hoped. Her admittance of her loneliness made him sigh in agreement, only for her words of friends to add along, to which the brunette whispered, “Y-Yes, they are v-very hard to find... and s-some leave.” He missed all his friends from before, they were the only ones he could find himself to ever trust, but now his heart was shattered with their disappearances, all of them, it hurt so bad. Morticia's offer was presented to the lanky boy, his innocent face blank as he nodded in confirmation, responding gently with, “N-No, ma'am, I-I was just taking a-a walk…” His lips contorted in a slight frown at her choice of words, brown curls skimming over his forehead as he added, “D-Don't call yourself that…Y-You are an angel, e-everything about you must b-be perfect.” So that was when Mattie carefully made his way over to the lady, keeping his cautious distance yet still closer than he had been before, continuously glancing over his shoulder to make sure no one was following them. Horrid force of habit. Amount: 678 Words. Notes: Sorry about how short this is x.x Muse: Great :3 Tune: Come On Get Higher ~ Matt Nathanson Tags: Mikko with Morticia;

Shaking her head lightly, the fallen grinned at the boy's use of ma'am once again. Well, she wouldn't correct him again. It seemed to bother him. He treated her with reverence, but he might do so if he found out that she was a fallen. Morticia had watched many turn their backs on her upon discovery of what she was. Being fallen was lonely in more than one way. Determined not to let her status get her down, Morticia poured every ounce of her attention onto the boy whose name she still didn't know. When he stepped closer to her, Morticia wished to assure him that nothing would bother him as long as she was around, but she feared that this was something she'd have to show him through time and actions, not through words. Words were cheap anyway she reminded herself.

Morticia hesitated to answer him. Truthfully, there were few who would dare such a thing...at least in this town. Some older towns held old enough demons that might take the whim to try her, but generally angels and demons ignored each other unless put into direct contact. She sighed and shook her head once again. "Demons who wish to prove themselves tough might take it upon themselves to attack one such as me. However, I worry not unless they travel in packs for there are few around here who on their own have the power to do much damage to my personage." His next question caught her off guard and she pursed her lips trying to think of the best way to answer the younger being. "I fear that I know little of other species besides my own, demons, and human beings, but I'd venture to say that werewolves have few born enemies, though I have heard that at times it matters what type of werewolf you are. That is to say whether one is a born werewolf or created. However from my own little knowledge on the subject, I would say that unless a werewolf was born into or part of a pack that had issues with another set of people that a werewolf has no one in particular to fear." Her chocolate eyes took in the scenery and she decided it was time for a change from the place. Though the angel could get along without food for long periods of time, she did enjoy treating others to the great food of the city in which they resided. Food gave her a bit of pleasure also.

Morticia frowned and her demeanor dropped a bit of her happiness as he spoke of friends leaving. Though it was an appropriate comment for the place they were in, but her intuition told her that there was more to it than the pair being in the cemetary at that time. Her head nodded in response. "Unfortunately, we all must experience the pain of losing those we love at one point or another. It is a sad fact of life, but the upside is that we often have the opportunity to meet others and greet new beings coming into the world. Given due time that is." Her eyes watched him as he answered and then frowned at her use of the word wretch. It seemed that he took offense to her calling herself names. Really, she was worried how disappointed he would be when he found out that she was no longer a heavenly white angel, but instead carried the disgrace of darkened wings. The angel audibly laughed when he called her perfect. "I fear perfection is reserved only for our Lord on high. Each angel is different from one another and like humans we do have shortcomings in some senses. Despite our heavenly creation, we each have a burden to bear of a character flaw I suppose you could call it. I'm not perfect by a long shot, but I do my best to set a good example of overcoming my shortcomings." She smiled at him and walked a step behind him as they set off for food. "Do you have a favorite type of food or place you'd like to eat? My treat of course. One does not live around here for a hundred years without coming up with some type of money." Her eyes swept over him as he looked over his shoulder. "No one will harm you as long as I am around. That much I promise you." She suddenly realized she didn't know his name. "What shall I call you, young sir?"

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[atrb=background,http://i40.tinypic.com/2v8iwj7.png] ** The sigh that passed the boy's lips at her slight confirmation that not many chose to trouble werewolves showed that he was content, one flake of paint falling from the entire frightening mural painted in his mind. Safety. Though there was always the issue about supernatural hunters, the ones who believed that their gifted counterparts didn't deserve to live on the same planet as humans, protesting greatly against the allowance of their kind into Cry Wolf, seeing it more as an insult than favor. As the lanky boy moved over the sturdy ground he avoided stepping on any patches of flowers or mounds of ants, he didn't want to disturb their lives with his movement, tiny creatures that most people forgot about but he remembered. He gave them what they didn't receive in return for peace and forgiveness in his life that only the Lord could grant upon him for being such a bad child, for bringing so much stress upon his family. So when a little finch fluttered out in front of his intentional path the teenager nearly reeled backwards into the angel, his heart beating painfully as he squeaked and hid behind her, wild brown locks of hair poking out of the outline of her frame. He resisted the urge to latch forward onto the motherly woman's hand, probably only hovering this close to her due to extreme circumstances, a finch hah, and the fact that she was a female. She wouldn't try to hit him if she thought that his fear of everything was annoying, right? He wasn't even sure anymore, especially with all those stories he heard on the news about ladies beating their children or neglecting them, it shattered the pure image he held of maidens, now just as terrorizing as men, but at least a girl had never tried to hurt him… Not yet. ** His bony fingers were just inches from grazing the sleeve of her coat when she mentioned food, his stomach clenching at the thought of something warm filling it, her use of the word 'favorite' making his mind flicker immediately to marshmallows. Yum, those chubby white cylinders were his only pleasures in the world, but it wasn't like there were any places that actually just served marshmallows. That would be weird. At least to everyone else, never to Matt, he would probably be their most prized customer, he ate those snacks like a truck guzzled gas! So he just tilted a bit to the side as his hands clasped behind his back, only to murmur out submissively, “I d-don't want t-to intrude… B-But maybe anyplace with f-fries?” When he had been living with Mika that had been practically his entire diet, the history teacher had spoiled him, though it wasn't like his lean bodice ever gained any weight, it was as if he was meant to be scrawny. That memory of Mikol didn't die off, especially when she promised that he wouldn't be hurt in her presence, an involuntarily whimper passing his lips as his breath caught in his throat. That had been exactly what the cardinal shifter had said when they first opened up their feelings to one another, and it hurt to be exposed to that again. Though he didn't refuse the pretty angel's feeling to help him out, he just remained silent, at least until she gently asked for his name, a light blush lining his cheeks as he realized that he had yet to introduce herself, murmuring, “I-I'm sorry, how rude o-of me, um, I'm M-Matt.” At least it was a start, the shaky smile on his lips trying to prove that he didn't want to disrespect the woman with his lack of interaction with her, it was just that his sense of eternal fear tended to swamp everything else. Amount: 633 Words. Notes: N/A. Muse: Good~ Tune: Let Me Love You ~ Mario Tags: Mikko with Morticia;

The angel took note at how the young one moved through the graveyard in an effort not to disturb the flowers or the insects. This child might be more angelic than herself, the angel thought but shook her head to rid herself of the thought. Heaven forbid, she begin to see herself in such a dark light. Her eyes checked the sky and then looked back down just in time to watch a bird flit into the teen's path. It shocked her when he nearly fell into her and then hid behind her. With a gentle touch, Morticia touched the young boy's arm reassuringly. At six feet tall, she almost towered over the shorter boy. However, it made her feel more motherly toward him. He was like a very small child with huge fears about the world. She resisted the urge to wrap a wing around him and comfort him that way. Instead, she turned to look at him and then the bird. Her hand continued to rest on his arm. "I don't think the bird is going to hurt you, young sir." She smiled gently at him. "Not nearly as much as you could hurt him...for sure..." Her mind reeled to wings. They were such fragile things that allowed beings to fly. Her eyes smiled at the bird as it flew out of sight. Unlike her usual self, she reached out and ruffled his curly locks as she mentioned food.

Morticia waved her hand at him. "It's no intrusion. I have all the time in the world and so far...I enjoy your company." She smiled at his request for fries and wondered where would be the best place to eat. The angel loved food, but she abhored chain type restaurants. "I think I can find a place that can accomadate such a request." Actually she knew of a third generation owned family restaurant that specialized in juicy burgers and the best fresh fried french fries she'd consumed. She set out in that direction. When the boy whimpered at her assurance that he'd not be hurt, she tilted her head and looked at him trying to divine why he would make such a sound. She noted the blush on his face as he realized his mistake. "It's fine, dear. I' just like to know those I dine with." She smiled and began to walk toward town. Her long stride carried her far and it wasn't long before she was winding through streets and soon walking up to the establishment. "I hope mom and pop restaurants don't bother you. I tend to skirt chain places."

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[atrb=background,http://i40.tinypic.com/2v8iwj7.png] ** The tall woman served to be quite the useful protection from the innocent bird, his nerves finally soothing down as he stared at the chirping creature, wanting to lean forward and stroke the avian now that he saw it wasn't some scary hawk. But he remained by Morticia's side, flinching a bit when her hand touched his cocoa curls, amber eyes blinking in shock as he shuddered, fingers shaking as he grasped his beads once more, thinking someone had come up behind him and wanted to drag him off by his hair. His shaky breathing calmed down only when he looked up and saw it was her, smiling softly and locking his gaze on to the ground, not bothered by the fact that she had touched him, she didn't seem cruel, so he was okay with her strokes, as long as he was aware of the fact that it was her. Surprise movements still didn't bode well with the skittish werewolf and he focused instead on the neon lights as they stepped out of the graveyard and now onto the sidewalk that led to town, all these buildings like a whole new world to him. It was obvious by his prospecting gaze, encouraged by the smell of food but pushed away by the men lurking around the corners, either by themselves or with their girlfriends, yet it did not force those nerves away as he shuffled closer to the more threatening woman. They wouldn't want to come near him if they saw the angel, right? ** The pair were finally in front of the smaller restaurant, Matt smiling at the friendly warmth that surrounded the building, it had this classier feel to it than most quick-stop areas, or popularized ones, especially in the media. Lashes fluttered as they walked inside, holding back the purr that wanted to rumble when the warmth enveloped him in a tight hug, picking up on the pretty woman's words, something that made him half-chuckle softly, murmuring, “N-No ma'am, t-they aren't as crowded, I-I prefer them…” It was true, due to their homely base and lack of true commercial business these spots were much more reliant on faithful recurring customers and their friends, so rather than having to wait for a table to vacate they actually had quite a few sections of the room to choose from. He saw one in the corner back of the restaurant that caught his eye, nice and private away from prying eyes that made him worm, especially those that flickered down to his bruised bare feet padding against the cold flooring, huddling closer to the angel just in case. As long as he got his belly warm with some fries then he was sure that all this attention would be worth it in the end, instead glancing up at Mort to murmur in a hushed tone making his already quiet voice harder to hear, “U-Um, what are w-we supposed to d-do, ma'am? I've n-never really ate o-out before…” It was rather hard when your father wanted to keep you a dirty little secret away from the rest of Canada. You were a nobody, never stepped foot into existence. Amount: 527 Words. Notes: Hueee, silly boy with no shoes <3 Muse: Good :3 Tune: I Do ~ 98 Degrees Tags: Mikko with Morticia;

Morticia's hand fell away from him as he flinched at her touch and shuddered. A bit of sadness and pity came into her eyes. Though he calmed down quickly, Morticia was more and more worried about the poor boy. He was obviously terrified of someone or something of which Morticia knew not. Though she wished to assauge his fears, she couldn't do such a thing yet for Matt, but she would indeed. Silently, the angel prayed that God show her a way to help heal this child of whatever wounds he had. Morticia kept an eye on him as they moved through town. He seemed afraid of the people on the street. For herself, Morticia nodded and waved to those she was familiar with. An aged sax player on one corner whistled at the pair, Morticia dipped her head and blushed. It was more of a sign of respect than an actual come on, but Morticia said nothing. The sax player was a shape shifter that she'd known for years and one of the few people in town who knew she was an angel of the city. Even those that she didn't know didn't approach or seem overtly unfriendly toward the angel. If they had, Morticia would have squashed it at the beginning, after all, she'd let nothing happen to the young one in her presence.

A smile graced the angel's face as Matt mentioned preferring mom and pop type establishments. Morticia followed his line of sight and began to walk toward a booth in the corner. Out of habit, she almost took the seat where she could see the door, but stopped herself. Matt was afraid already of so many things that putting his back to the door might make him edgy. As he spoke of not knowing how to do this, she nodded. It was sad to her that he'd never had the pleasure before, but she would soon teach him how to order and make his way through the world of ordering food. It was simple really. "Well, you take a seat, the waitress will drop by and give us some menus. You choose what you want and let the nice wait staff know what you want. They bring it after they cook it and voila you have food." She smiled and waved at a dark skinned older lady who started their way. Sliding into a seat that would put her back toward the door, Morticia motioned Matt to take the seat across from her.

As the lady meandered over, Morticia put on her most winning smile. "How are you today, Ms. Winnie?" The lady nodded and dropped two menus on the table. "Just fine miss. Your usual today or will you shake it up with something different?" Her eyes drifted over to the young man as Morticia nodded and asked for the usual. "For you sir? What would you like to drink?"

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[atrb=background,http://i40.tinypic.com/2v8iwj7.png] ** The boy let out a sigh of thanks when the woman didn't take the chair with its back to the wall, rather frightened with the possibility of having to sit where everyone could stare at him and he wouldn't know. He sat down silently, only to glance up once innocently when the angel explained the process of eating at a dining establishment, nodding his head as he took mental notes, fingers fidgeting in his lap. Golden eyes drifted down from her high cheekbones to the array of candles in the center of the table, the gentle music that caressed the air, pouring out of an antique jukebox over near the glass display case that presented many trophies to the world. They varied from sports awards to certificates of graduation, little knick knacks, probably memories from the staff and owners, anything that made the place feel even more homely than it already was, as if you were eating dinner at your neighbor's house rather than a restaurant. As the werewolf admired the decorations he also made sure to examine the rest of the diners in here as well, making an escape plan just in case, close enough to the kitchen that he could slip through there and run out the back if so required. There were a few men over by the pool table who seemed a bit drunk, shouldering each other roughly every once in a while, as if they had come back from the bar and chose to stay in here until they sobered up, it made the teen uncomfortable, but if they stayed over there then it didn't scare him as much. ** The waitress was waved over to the table, Matt shrinking down just a bit when she appeared at the edge, staring down at the wood as the older women conversed shortly with one another, the boy picking up on their server's name, Winnie. Obviously Morticia frequented this place quite a bit if she was this cozy with the waitress, and he assumed that the dark-skinned woman was nice, glancing up at her shyly when she beckoned for his order. He didn't know what he wanted to drink, used to other's choosing what he wanted for him, seeing as how he didn't have a say in how his life was ran, only to worm around a bit, thinking for a moment before he whispered out, “M-Milk, please…” He knew it was a strange thing to be drinking at dinner, but it was the only beverage he actually enjoyed, and it was much easier to see if someone laced it with anything. A paranoid intention, but it was what he taught himself to at least hinder some pain inflicted, and he tried giving the waitress a soft smile, lips wobbling unsurely as he opened up the actual menu, skimming over all the traditional dishes, noticing many types of southern sandwiches, all of which came with fries. Considering his ability to retain large amounts of food wasn't the best, he went with the smallest dish he could find, murmuring out, “M-May I have t-the grilled chicken s-sandwich, ma'am?” Amount: 519 Words. Notes: Blegh post, sorry x.x Muse: Alright c: Tune: She Will Be Loved ~ Maroon 5 Tags: Mikko with Morticia;

Morticia felt deeply for this poor child. Her matronly instincts were kicking in and she felt the need to mother this scared young boy. She found that she couldn't even think of him as a teenager or almost an adult. The way the boy acted, he needed someone to protect and take care of him until he could do so himself. He was conscientious which she liked and more importantly to the guardian, he seemed to need her. As she ordered, Morticia realized how hungry she was. In the last few days, she'd been busy and thought little of eating. Sure, she'd caught a bite here and there, but she hadn't stopped to have a good lunch in at least a week or two. Leaning back into the seat, Morticia took in the atmosphere of the place. It was homey and despite it's looks made her think more of the early 20th century when neighbors were friendly and people spent lots of time at home. Morticia watched Matt's eyes rove over the place, and when he looked disturbed she followed his line of gaze. He was watching men play pool and she laughed gently. "Mattie, they won't bother you. If they start getting rowdy Ms. Winnie will threaten them with her frying pan and they'll leave or settle back down. Winnie and her husband run a tight ship around here." Her fingers drummed on the table as she waited for Matt to give his order to Winnie.

The angel patiently waited as he ordered food and then as Winnie whisked away their menus and left. The angel leaned on her elbows on the table and looked at Matt. "I fear I have some prying questions for you Matt, and due to my curious nature I feel the need to find out more about you." She waited a mere moment as she decided which question to lead with. "Mattie, do you have a place to stay?" Morticia looked at him her eyes asking for the truth. "If not, I have a home just outside of the main city and I'd love to offer you a room. It's really rather safe and comfy...though I find that it's a very big house with so very few people living there. I generally allow young people such as yourself to use the rooms." She realized that she wasn't leaving him room to choose. The angel shook her dark head and slowed herself. "Sorry, that's if you wish to stay there. If you don't, that's perfectly fine too. I just wish to inform you of an option if you have no place to sleep." The angel hoped that the atmosphere would help loosen Matt up to conversation and they would be able to find out more about each others.

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[atrb=background,http://i40.tinypic.com/2v8iwj7.png] ** Matt couldn't help it when his eyes drifted over to those men playing pool, wincing when one of them roughly patted the other on the shoulder with a bellow of laughter, reminding him too much of his father when he was drunk. He didn't like it when people drank alcohol, it scared him, they always changed so violently in demeanor, and he always seemed to be in the wrong place at the wrong time, meaning in their house while they were so intoxicated. But strangely he trusted the soothing words of the fallen angel, believing that those men wouldn't come over here and hurt them, his back pressing against the seat, scars flaring with reminder of what would happen if what she spoke wasn't true. Calm vocals forced golden eyes to drift and meet those of deep molten shades, her desire to ask him a question clear as he fidgeted a bit, nodding politely, seeing no harm in it since she was already being so kind to him despite his originally skittish behavior. There was only a fragment of silence between them until the first query was asked, and he felt his heart pang, gaze dropping to the table to avoid her own as he stroked those beads in between the pads of his finger, murmuring in honest reply, “W-Well, I, um, l-live in the school d-dorms, because…” His throat started to swell up, and the newly turned werewolf whimpered quietly, not able to finish the rest of that statement, fingers clenching in the material of his trench coat, refusing to take it off despite the cozily heated restaurant. ** No, because then Morticia would be able to see exactly why he stuttered so profusely, or why he fled with every sudden movement, the scars and bruises that littered pale arms, and he wanted no pity. He was told that such an emotion given to you by another person was faux, it meant nothing, for they didn't care, why would they feel for a stranger? Impossible. But he was distracted from shaking at the thought of those scary men that his father sold him to when she presented her extremely generous offer, a small smile tugging at his lips as he toyed around with the collar of his coat. His feet were tapping together on the ground, barely any sound made due to the thudding of numb flesh, and he met her eyes shyly, hands finally still rather than twitching around as he said, “T-That's so nice o-of you, and at a-any other time I-I would love to, b-because the dorms a-are really scary, b-but I, um, h-have to take c-care of someone, a-and I'm not sure if h-he would want to g-go someplace h-he's not familiar with…” Then the boy's eyes snapped open even wider as he realized he spoke of Kerrie without censoring some of the more important tidbits out, particularly the fact that he was in the dorms when Matt was supposed to be a single roomer. So in a hurried babble, feeling tears prickle yet refusing to fall in a panic, he pleaded, “P-Please don't tell anyone t-that he's there with m-me, miss M-Morticia… H-He's not a-allowed to be there b-because he's not a s-student, but h-he's my only f-friend and he makes m-me feel safe, p-please don't tell t-the office…” Amount: 554 Words. Notes: Kerrie <3 ;3 Muse: Awesome! Tune: Beautiful Disaster ~ Jon McLaughlin Tags: Mikko with Morticia;

Apparently, he wasn't completely okay with her questions, but he was game enough to attempt to answer them which heartened dear Morticia's heart. She found herself becoming more and more connected with this poor child. He seemed to need a guardian figure, and Morticia was a guardian by make and model. Her deep seated need to protect and serve those in the community around her made it hard for her to work in her new...position so to speak. In her time off, she'd see to it that Matt had all the things and support he needed to improve his life and mindset.

The angel noticed the boy's avoidance of her gaze as soon as her question was into the atmosphere around them. It seemed a hard question for him to answer. As he began to stutter, she leaned up on her elbows and listened closely to the boy as he wandered through his answer. A gentle smile came over her face and she nodded her head delicately as he explained himself. "It's perfectly fine. It's an open invitation meaning if you ever need a roof over your head or food to eat, my residence is open to you and to your..friend." Morticia quit smiling and looked serious as he spoke more of his friend. She reached across to lay a comforting hand on his. "Worry not, young sire for your secret is safe for me. As long as your friend poses no threat to you, then I have no reason to involve myself in your breaking of the rules." She withdrew her hand and wryly smiled. "I'm more common to confronting a problem head on instead of telling on someone. Blame it on my angelic powers." Morticia gently smiled which grew brighter when Winnie brought their food out. A generous plate for Matt with his sandwhich and fries as well as a barbeque sandwhich and fried okra for her. Their drinks were served immediately after. Winnie handed Morticia a fork and knife before turning to Matt. "Would you need a set of silverware, sir?"