Mercutio had followed Ashe to town but soon after their arrival he’d broken off on his own to explore the small collection of streets. She hadn’t seemed concerned at traversing human village as a wolf and so Mercutio assumed he’d also be welcome here. Though he’d enjoyed the she-wolf’s company she had seemed just a little too pleased to meet him and so he was carefully asserting that pleasant acquaintances was all he could commit to being for now. She’s been perfectly friendly but Mercutio was especially wary nowadays of even the suggestion of any form of attachment.
He’d already made the mistake of following someone home, and all that had gotten him was this awful feeling he was trying his damndest to ignore. He hated it, missing someone, and someone he wasn’t sure he had the right to have known in the first place. He’d spent nearly his whole life trying to do the exact opposite and apparently couldn’t even get that right.
It was Ashe’s comment that had put it in his mind, surely. Conjured up the image that he had formed in a dream or two, hardly acknowledged, when Mercutio had been human. When the wolf caught a flash if golden hair the little rising feeling in his gut only served to feed a growing anger at himself for being such an utter fool. His glance down the alley showed a blonde figure bent over some vendor’s stall, but the wolf only let out an exasperated huff and moved down another street and out of sight. No use imagining green eyes and angel smiles; he wouldn’t be that lucky in this or any life.
He’d already made the mistake of following someone home, and all that had gotten him was this awful feeling he was trying his damndest to ignore. He hated it, missing someone, and someone he wasn’t sure he had the right to have known in the first place. He’d spent nearly his whole life trying to do the exact opposite and apparently couldn’t even get that right.
It was Ashe’s comment that had put it in his mind, surely. Conjured up the image that he had formed in a dream or two, hardly acknowledged, when Mercutio had been human. When the wolf caught a flash if golden hair the little rising feeling in his gut only served to feed a growing anger at himself for being such an utter fool. His glance down the alley showed a blonde figure bent over some vendor’s stall, but the wolf only let out an exasperated huff and moved down another street and out of sight. No use imagining green eyes and angel smiles; he wouldn’t be that lucky in this or any life.
Mercutio
go take this the wrong way
you knew who I was
with every step that I ran to you
you knew who I was
with every step that I ran to you
