[giacomo & silas]: trespassing
Who: Giacomo & Silas
When: Some point in the future, probably after Sebastian DIES ha ha
Where: S-Sveinn's garden ...
Rating & Warnings: PG 'cuz Jack strips briefly? I dunno.
What was it about one garden in particular that kept him coming back again and again? He paced the fence in the darkness, peering past it at the various trees and plants and little animals no doubt digging around within it. He'd been on his way home from visiting Cristofolo and found his way to the garden. Gloved fingers tapped the top of the fence impatiently as he considered his options. It was late at night, probably no one would notice if he just stayed a little while! Oh, but what if someone did? And what was that smell? Something canine had been there recently, masked by.. fire? And ash? Why was this place so maddening!
He backed away from the fence with a huff and crossed his arms. He'd leave, he'd go, he'd tuuuurn awaaay-
Nope, nope. He'd stand and stare some more, as if waiting for something to materialise and answer his questions.
It was strange, that one garden. It couldn't just be how nice it was; as a dog, Silas had zero appreciation for things like aesthetics. Some flowers smelled good. Some of them tasted good. He just couldn't understand why people would go nuts over them without doing either of those things-- they're just grey, guys!
Yet here he was, visiting anyway. A rabbit had been by, but the hound had lost sight of it. (He'd probably feel worse if he hadn't been eating flowers.) As he came back around, nearer to the fence, he paused; something new was here, man and wolf. Silas couldn't quite make out what the shape lurking by the fence was, but he did as any good dog would do, prowling inside the garden of his ~~friend~~ when some strange wolf-thing showed up...
He barked. Loudly, repeatedly, wait was Sveinn even home? Usually he came out before the dog could chew on anything... the barking cut off abruptly, as he attempted to puzzle this out.
"Hey!" Hey! "Hey!"
What was that? "That is barking and that is rude, stop that." Dogs didn't usually bark at him like that. They had an understanding that they were mutually uninterested in each other. What was this all about? It took a moment of him craning his neck to make out the large, dark shape within the garden. It was silent now. Giacomo frowned. "Come here!" Pause. "Please?"
Wh-- rude? "I am not rude!" snapped the hound, as he trotted over to the fence. "You are an intruder and I do not know you."
Sure, Sveinn might know him. But Silas didn't, and that's what counted. He stuck his head over the fence, staring up at the man standing outside of it. It looked like... just a man. Oh. Not quite what he had been expecting. The dog snorted, doing his best approximation of a sullen frown. Rude, really? Rude. Never. "I am here. What do you need?"
"I am not an-" The dog was talking to him! Jack's jaws clacked shut with an uneasy grunt. His frown grew deeper and deeper as Silas continued to talk. What sort of dog was this? Why was it so large? It didn't look like a wolf, or a werewolf. He almost reached for Silas' head, but stopped himself. That would have been rude.
"How d'you talk? What are you?" He shoved his hands at his pockets. "Am m'not intruding, okay? I was just looking and all of a sudden you've got to come out, all barking loudly. Maybe I was thinking of going in there, but I dunno now." Where did dogs like this come from? He held up a hand for Silas to sniff, curious.
"I was barking because I did not know what you were. It seems like you are just another librarian, though." Strange, how many of them there were. Especially since he'd never heard of a male one at the Hour! He sniffed at Giacomo's hand, nosing it slightly. He checked out, as far as Silas could tell. Librarians seemed to be pretty legit people, overall!
"I am a dog." He couldn't help it; his tail wagged a bit. He just really liked being a dog. "It is very nice in here! The pretty man keeps a good garden." It was as much of an invitation to come in as he could manage to come up with. Hopefully, Jack would understand it.
"A librarian?" Jack doubted this very, very much. Him and books had never mixed. "I don't even know where a library is. And you're a talking dog. Why are you talking?" If he'd been given time to puzzle it over, he might have figured out that 'librarian' was code for 'werewolf', but as it was Silas was already putting another task before him.
He wanted to get into the garden once and for all. "Is there a gate?" He leaned over the fence, looking up and down the length of it. "Can I come in?"
Ah, so this one didn't know the proper terminology for what he was either. Silas felt very sorry for him, but there were far more pressing matters at hand. "What kind of dog can't talk?" he muttered. No one had ever answered that particular question for him before, he realized, as he pushed away from the fence and began padding towards the gate. The hound spoke as he walked, leaving a convenient trail of smoke and ash floating in the night air to mark his position.
"The entrance is over here. I am sure the pretty man will not mind!" Well, not really. But Sveinn never played, and this guy had some serious potential in that department!
"Lots of dogs can't talk, hey." This dog thought all of them could? He watched the smoke and ash filter through the air behind Silas, nose wrinkling at the sulfur stench. "The ones that aren't on fire, I'd reckon. All the normal dogs I know don't talk."
All the same, Jack found himself intrigued. It was clear they were getting along, being alike in their.. dogness. The library comment was a little out of place, but other then that he seemed all right. Another person who knew about dog-and-wolf-ly matters wasn't unwanted. "You're sure I can come in?" he asked, eyebrows raising as he approached the gate.
"Then you do not know very many good dogs! I am sorry for your loss." He did mean that sincerely, if also a bit smugly. "I am a perfectly normal dog, where I come from. And we are all much better than your city's dogs."
Once they had arrived at the gate, Silas nosed at the latch. It was a bit too difficult for him to manipulate simply with his snout, however, and he looked back to Giacomo with a tilt of the head. "You will have to get the gate open yourself, but then we will be able to Play, yes?" His tail was wagging furiously. Please say yes please say yes please say yessssss.
"You're the only talking dog I've met and you're on fire by the way too, you know? Fire and ash, that's different. I can't even talk when I'm a wolf." This dog seemed trustworthy enough for him to tell him. Besides, it's not like anyone was going to believe a talking dog about a werewolf who couldn't! He reached over the gate and opened the latch himself, frowning at how hot the metal was from Silas' nosing at it.
"How are we to play? Won't you burn me?" He touched a hand to the top of Silas's head experimentally, gauging just how hot he was as he came through the gate. "I heal fast, but burns hurt."
When he was a wolf? "You can turn into a wolf? Can you do that right now?" See, that was way more unusual than simple things like talking and fire! Silas studied Giacomo closely, sniffing in his direction again. That would explain the scent, would it?
It didn't matter, because he was getting pet. Silas's tail thumped happily against the ground. "I can try not to burn you, but the fire is a thing." Pause. "But there are games we can play where we do not have to touch, I think!" He'd been jonesing for some fetch ever since Tobias had held out on him with a knife. Maybe after he figured out the layout of the garden, Jack could help!
"What games?" His tone was suspicious, though he was interested. The description sounded a little off, now that he thought about it. Games where they didn't have to touch. He'd be a little suspicious, a little heated if he knew Cristofolo was off playing games with other dogs where they had to touch. It was just the principle of the thing, you know. Being a decent werewolf.
"And I can, but.." He glanced around the garden with another frown, his hand still atop Silas' head. It was uncomfortably hot, he realised. He moved it away. "I don't keep my clothes with me. I'd have to take them off, and that's a bit awkward. I just don't go getting naked around every dog I meet, you know, and you'd probably burn them."
"Well, there is fetch! And... fetch." He... couldn't think of anything else that wouldn't require contact of some sort, and burning a playmate on the first night was probably poor form in terms of continuing the relationship. The hound looked puzzled, brow furrowing as he attempted to think of other alternatives. "... Chase?" But they wouldn't be able to catch each other. He shook his head. It just wouldn't do.
As for the whole clothes business, well. "You could put them out of reach! The fire only comes where I touch." The naked thing, he didn't really get. It wasn't like dogs wore any clothes, and certainly no one gave him trouble about it!
Fetch? He did like fetch, but he liked to be the one fetching. That wouldn't do. Neither would chase in his current clothes. Fabric was more flammable than fur. Jack heaved a sigh, hands on his hips as he looked around the garden. The ground was littered with little piles of ash and ember where the dog had walked or romped. It took a moment for him to find a clear space, tucked under a rosebush.
He knelt and began to strip his shirt over his head. "All right. I'll change into a wolf. But I can't talk! you have to remember that!" It would be very rude if Silas decided to start a conversation with him. He'd howl right in his face, he decided. "And you can't touch over here. Or you'll burn my clothes, and I need them. Okay?"
Oh man so cooool. "Of course!" He didn't understand why Jack had to be so reluctant about it. Being a wolf was the best solution ever, especially since Silas really appreciated the idea of someone else who could switch forms, like him. The hound assumed that if he was actually taking his clothes off, then he wasn't lying either--
It was just all so exciting! Exciting !! Silas could barely contain himself; as it was, he forced himself to lay down, putting his paws over his eyes (people thought taking their clothes off was a Thing, didn't they?) and doing his very best not to start running around in circles barking until the whole city knew what was going on.
His boots came off next, and then his gloves. He hurried to be off with all of them until there was a small pile underneath the rose bush, his pants finally topping it with a soft thud. His limbs stretched and reformed with a series of cracks and soft wet noises, a final loud snap signalling the reseating of his spine and the completion of his transformation. He shook out his fur with a huff and turned in a small circle, taking in the garden with new senses. Yes, it was very good here! There was something Right about this place, though he still didn't know what.
He let out a gruff bark and pawed at the ones over Silas' eyes, careful not to touch him for too long! They were going to Play all night, aren't they! If Jack had a tail, it would have wagged furiously.
His head immediately shot up after he was nudged, ears perked. There certainly had been some interesting noises coming from the former human's direction while Silas was pretending he was blind, but it seemed like it had been successful regardless. The dog took a minute to inspect the wolf; it seemed fairly complete and wolfish overall, even if the lack of tail was a bit disappointing. Such an essential part of you-- how could you communicate properly, with no tail?
No wonder Giacomo didn't know he was a librarian. With such a deformity, his mother had probably abandoned him. Silas did not hold this against him, however, for Play was far more important. The hound barked in response once before taking off, trying his best to avoid the more precious of Sveinn's plants, hoping he didn't kick up too much dirt. The game was on!
When: Some point in the future, probably after Sebastian DIES ha ha
Where: S-Sveinn's garden ...
Rating & Warnings: PG 'cuz Jack strips briefly? I dunno.
What was it about one garden in particular that kept him coming back again and again? He paced the fence in the darkness, peering past it at the various trees and plants and little animals no doubt digging around within it. He'd been on his way home from visiting Cristofolo and found his way to the garden. Gloved fingers tapped the top of the fence impatiently as he considered his options. It was late at night, probably no one would notice if he just stayed a little while! Oh, but what if someone did? And what was that smell? Something canine had been there recently, masked by.. fire? And ash? Why was this place so maddening!
He backed away from the fence with a huff and crossed his arms. He'd leave, he'd go, he'd tuuuurn awaaay-
Nope, nope. He'd stand and stare some more, as if waiting for something to materialise and answer his questions.
It was strange, that one garden. It couldn't just be how nice it was; as a dog, Silas had zero appreciation for things like aesthetics. Some flowers smelled good. Some of them tasted good. He just couldn't understand why people would go nuts over them without doing either of those things-- they're just grey, guys!
Yet here he was, visiting anyway. A rabbit had been by, but the hound had lost sight of it. (He'd probably feel worse if he hadn't been eating flowers.) As he came back around, nearer to the fence, he paused; something new was here, man and wolf. Silas couldn't quite make out what the shape lurking by the fence was, but he did as any good dog would do, prowling inside the garden of his ~~friend~~ when some strange wolf-thing showed up...
He barked. Loudly, repeatedly, wait was Sveinn even home? Usually he came out before the dog could chew on anything... the barking cut off abruptly, as he attempted to puzzle this out.
"Hey!" Hey! "Hey!"
What was that? "That is barking and that is rude, stop that." Dogs didn't usually bark at him like that. They had an understanding that they were mutually uninterested in each other. What was this all about? It took a moment of him craning his neck to make out the large, dark shape within the garden. It was silent now. Giacomo frowned. "Come here!" Pause. "Please?"
Wh-- rude? "I am not rude!" snapped the hound, as he trotted over to the fence. "You are an intruder and I do not know you."
Sure, Sveinn might know him. But Silas didn't, and that's what counted. He stuck his head over the fence, staring up at the man standing outside of it. It looked like... just a man. Oh. Not quite what he had been expecting. The dog snorted, doing his best approximation of a sullen frown. Rude, really? Rude. Never. "I am here. What do you need?"
"I am not an-" The dog was talking to him! Jack's jaws clacked shut with an uneasy grunt. His frown grew deeper and deeper as Silas continued to talk. What sort of dog was this? Why was it so large? It didn't look like a wolf, or a werewolf. He almost reached for Silas' head, but stopped himself. That would have been rude.
"How d'you talk? What are you?" He shoved his hands at his pockets. "Am m'not intruding, okay? I was just looking and all of a sudden you've got to come out, all barking loudly. Maybe I was thinking of going in there, but I dunno now." Where did dogs like this come from? He held up a hand for Silas to sniff, curious.
"I was barking because I did not know what you were. It seems like you are just another librarian, though." Strange, how many of them there were. Especially since he'd never heard of a male one at the Hour! He sniffed at Giacomo's hand, nosing it slightly. He checked out, as far as Silas could tell. Librarians seemed to be pretty legit people, overall!
"I am a dog." He couldn't help it; his tail wagged a bit. He just really liked being a dog. "It is very nice in here! The pretty man keeps a good garden." It was as much of an invitation to come in as he could manage to come up with. Hopefully, Jack would understand it.
"A librarian?" Jack doubted this very, very much. Him and books had never mixed. "I don't even know where a library is. And you're a talking dog. Why are you talking?" If he'd been given time to puzzle it over, he might have figured out that 'librarian' was code for 'werewolf', but as it was Silas was already putting another task before him.
He wanted to get into the garden once and for all. "Is there a gate?" He leaned over the fence, looking up and down the length of it. "Can I come in?"
Ah, so this one didn't know the proper terminology for what he was either. Silas felt very sorry for him, but there were far more pressing matters at hand. "What kind of dog can't talk?" he muttered. No one had ever answered that particular question for him before, he realized, as he pushed away from the fence and began padding towards the gate. The hound spoke as he walked, leaving a convenient trail of smoke and ash floating in the night air to mark his position.
"The entrance is over here. I am sure the pretty man will not mind!" Well, not really. But Sveinn never played, and this guy had some serious potential in that department!
"Lots of dogs can't talk, hey." This dog thought all of them could? He watched the smoke and ash filter through the air behind Silas, nose wrinkling at the sulfur stench. "The ones that aren't on fire, I'd reckon. All the normal dogs I know don't talk."
All the same, Jack found himself intrigued. It was clear they were getting along, being alike in their.. dogness. The library comment was a little out of place, but other then that he seemed all right. Another person who knew about dog-and-wolf-ly matters wasn't unwanted. "You're sure I can come in?" he asked, eyebrows raising as he approached the gate.
"Then you do not know very many good dogs! I am sorry for your loss." He did mean that sincerely, if also a bit smugly. "I am a perfectly normal dog, where I come from. And we are all much better than your city's dogs."
Once they had arrived at the gate, Silas nosed at the latch. It was a bit too difficult for him to manipulate simply with his snout, however, and he looked back to Giacomo with a tilt of the head. "You will have to get the gate open yourself, but then we will be able to Play, yes?" His tail was wagging furiously. Please say yes please say yes please say yessssss.
"You're the only talking dog I've met and you're on fire by the way too, you know? Fire and ash, that's different. I can't even talk when I'm a wolf." This dog seemed trustworthy enough for him to tell him. Besides, it's not like anyone was going to believe a talking dog about a werewolf who couldn't! He reached over the gate and opened the latch himself, frowning at how hot the metal was from Silas' nosing at it.
"How are we to play? Won't you burn me?" He touched a hand to the top of Silas's head experimentally, gauging just how hot he was as he came through the gate. "I heal fast, but burns hurt."
When he was a wolf? "You can turn into a wolf? Can you do that right now?" See, that was way more unusual than simple things like talking and fire! Silas studied Giacomo closely, sniffing in his direction again. That would explain the scent, would it?
It didn't matter, because he was getting pet. Silas's tail thumped happily against the ground. "I can try not to burn you, but the fire is a thing." Pause. "But there are games we can play where we do not have to touch, I think!" He'd been jonesing for some fetch ever since Tobias had held out on him with a knife. Maybe after he figured out the layout of the garden, Jack could help!
"What games?" His tone was suspicious, though he was interested. The description sounded a little off, now that he thought about it. Games where they didn't have to touch. He'd be a little suspicious, a little heated if he knew Cristofolo was off playing games with other dogs where they had to touch. It was just the principle of the thing, you know. Being a decent werewolf.
"And I can, but.." He glanced around the garden with another frown, his hand still atop Silas' head. It was uncomfortably hot, he realised. He moved it away. "I don't keep my clothes with me. I'd have to take them off, and that's a bit awkward. I just don't go getting naked around every dog I meet, you know, and you'd probably burn them."
"Well, there is fetch! And... fetch." He... couldn't think of anything else that wouldn't require contact of some sort, and burning a playmate on the first night was probably poor form in terms of continuing the relationship. The hound looked puzzled, brow furrowing as he attempted to think of other alternatives. "... Chase?" But they wouldn't be able to catch each other. He shook his head. It just wouldn't do.
As for the whole clothes business, well. "You could put them out of reach! The fire only comes where I touch." The naked thing, he didn't really get. It wasn't like dogs wore any clothes, and certainly no one gave him trouble about it!
Fetch? He did like fetch, but he liked to be the one fetching. That wouldn't do. Neither would chase in his current clothes. Fabric was more flammable than fur. Jack heaved a sigh, hands on his hips as he looked around the garden. The ground was littered with little piles of ash and ember where the dog had walked or romped. It took a moment for him to find a clear space, tucked under a rosebush.
He knelt and began to strip his shirt over his head. "All right. I'll change into a wolf. But I can't talk! you have to remember that!" It would be very rude if Silas decided to start a conversation with him. He'd howl right in his face, he decided. "And you can't touch over here. Or you'll burn my clothes, and I need them. Okay?"
Oh man so cooool. "Of course!" He didn't understand why Jack had to be so reluctant about it. Being a wolf was the best solution ever, especially since Silas really appreciated the idea of someone else who could switch forms, like him. The hound assumed that if he was actually taking his clothes off, then he wasn't lying either--
It was just all so exciting! Exciting !! Silas could barely contain himself; as it was, he forced himself to lay down, putting his paws over his eyes (people thought taking their clothes off was a Thing, didn't they?) and doing his very best not to start running around in circles barking until the whole city knew what was going on.
His boots came off next, and then his gloves. He hurried to be off with all of them until there was a small pile underneath the rose bush, his pants finally topping it with a soft thud. His limbs stretched and reformed with a series of cracks and soft wet noises, a final loud snap signalling the reseating of his spine and the completion of his transformation. He shook out his fur with a huff and turned in a small circle, taking in the garden with new senses. Yes, it was very good here! There was something Right about this place, though he still didn't know what.
He let out a gruff bark and pawed at the ones over Silas' eyes, careful not to touch him for too long! They were going to Play all night, aren't they! If Jack had a tail, it would have wagged furiously.
His head immediately shot up after he was nudged, ears perked. There certainly had been some interesting noises coming from the former human's direction while Silas was pretending he was blind, but it seemed like it had been successful regardless. The dog took a minute to inspect the wolf; it seemed fairly complete and wolfish overall, even if the lack of tail was a bit disappointing. Such an essential part of you-- how could you communicate properly, with no tail?
No wonder Giacomo didn't know he was a librarian. With such a deformity, his mother had probably abandoned him. Silas did not hold this against him, however, for Play was far more important. The hound barked in response once before taking off, trying his best to avoid the more precious of Sveinn's plants, hoping he didn't kick up too much dirt. The game was on!