Mercy Log 1 from application
Jun. 16th, 2008 03:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
coyote_walkingMercy cursed as the screw slipped out of her greasy hands and went skittering across the floor. "Wouldn't you know," she said, propping the part in place with one knee as she wriggled out from under the car enough to reach the wayward part. "It's always the most inconvenient one." She quickly put it back into place and finished up the task before sliding the rest of the way out from under the car and pulling the cloth out of her back pocket to wipe her hands on.
Her head came up as she caught a whiff of something. Adam. She sighed and stood up before slowly turning around. "Tell me you bought a Volkswagen and you've brought it in for me to give it a once-over," she said hopefully, knowing that wasn't the case. She met his eyes boldly. He might be the Alpha, but she wasn't pack, as so many of the werewolves had been quick to point out.
He leaned against the wall of the garage, watching her idly.
One of those conversations. Great. "Whatever it was, I didn't do it," she said, hands on hips. "You told me not to leave the garage today until you got things straightened out and I didn't. I was right here all day."
"Funny how you always seem to manage to follow the letter of the law while gleefully ignoring the spirit of it," Adam said dryly.
Well, he had a point there. She might have to toe the line when he pushed, but it didn't mean she couldn't find ways to get around his orders. Or ways to make sure she made his over developed sense of order crazy. Like taking off one of the tires on the parts car in the backyard so every time he looked out his bedroom window it would annoy him.
"I would have assumed you knew I included Gabriel in that direction."
She gave him her best innocent look. "You never said anything about Gabriel."
It wasn't a lie. Barely. One of those grey areas that a lowly coyote learned to manipulate if she didn't want to get steamrollered. Adam could easily have pushed the issue, but today he seemed more amused than annoyed by her maneuverings.
"Be careful, Mercy," he said with more tolerance than she probably deserved just now. "One of these days it will all catch up with you. Here."
He tossed something glittery at her and she picked it out of the air, her hand going to her throat as she realized what it was. "My lamb necklace. You found it."
She'd felt less safe without it, especially knowing now that it could protect her from a vampire as well as a cross would, and she quickly slipped it back around her neck.
"Where'd you find it?"
He simply arched a brow at her and headed out of the garage. "No one leaves the garage till I tell you it's all clear, Mercy. No one."
Didn't even hang around for her response, that arrogant so-and-so. Still... she couldn't quite help watching him go. He was a handsome devil and that kiss the other night... She let her mind go to that happy place - just for a minute before she let herself be annoyed with him again.
Which, of course, would be the exact moment he chose to turn around and arch another amused brow, leaving her blushing and hurrying to busy herself with something else
Werewolves. Bah.
Her head came up as she caught a whiff of something. Adam. She sighed and stood up before slowly turning around. "Tell me you bought a Volkswagen and you've brought it in for me to give it a once-over," she said hopefully, knowing that wasn't the case. She met his eyes boldly. He might be the Alpha, but she wasn't pack, as so many of the werewolves had been quick to point out.
He leaned against the wall of the garage, watching her idly.
One of those conversations. Great. "Whatever it was, I didn't do it," she said, hands on hips. "You told me not to leave the garage today until you got things straightened out and I didn't. I was right here all day."
"Funny how you always seem to manage to follow the letter of the law while gleefully ignoring the spirit of it," Adam said dryly.
Well, he had a point there. She might have to toe the line when he pushed, but it didn't mean she couldn't find ways to get around his orders. Or ways to make sure she made his over developed sense of order crazy. Like taking off one of the tires on the parts car in the backyard so every time he looked out his bedroom window it would annoy him.
"I would have assumed you knew I included Gabriel in that direction."
She gave him her best innocent look. "You never said anything about Gabriel."
It wasn't a lie. Barely. One of those grey areas that a lowly coyote learned to manipulate if she didn't want to get steamrollered. Adam could easily have pushed the issue, but today he seemed more amused than annoyed by her maneuverings.
"Be careful, Mercy," he said with more tolerance than she probably deserved just now. "One of these days it will all catch up with you. Here."
He tossed something glittery at her and she picked it out of the air, her hand going to her throat as she realized what it was. "My lamb necklace. You found it."
She'd felt less safe without it, especially knowing now that it could protect her from a vampire as well as a cross would, and she quickly slipped it back around her neck.
"Where'd you find it?"
He simply arched a brow at her and headed out of the garage. "No one leaves the garage till I tell you it's all clear, Mercy. No one."
Didn't even hang around for her response, that arrogant so-and-so. Still... she couldn't quite help watching him go. He was a handsome devil and that kiss the other night... She let her mind go to that happy place - just for a minute before she let herself be annoyed with him again.
Which, of course, would be the exact moment he chose to turn around and arch another amused brow, leaving her blushing and hurrying to busy herself with something else
Werewolves. Bah.
