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[take_yourbreath]

Rogue is happy, absolutely, entirely happy. It shows on her face and in the way she hums as she walks along the sidewalk. She's got a bag of homemade cookies in one hand and a bag with movies, soda and red licorice whips in the other hand. She swings them beside her as she walks, taking the stairs up to the apartment. She's wearing a tank top with

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[taciturnbeast]

Normally a visit from Rogue is a welcome thing. He's always overjoyed to see her, well -- as overjoyed as he gets. Overjoyed on the inside even. But this time he's having a rough night. He's sitting in his meditation corner on a large pillow. Candles are lit around the apartment and two sticks of a magical incense scented with lavender and sage.

He doesn't look up at Rogue just yet, but his shoulders rise and fall indicative of his laborious breathing in his attempts to remain calm and in control. "Rogue..."

[take_yourbreath]

The incense and candles aren't unusual. It's one of the things she likes about him. It's romantic, especially since he's a guy. "I brought over cookies..." she says as she steps towards the meditation corner. She stops in her tracks when she sees the way he's breathing. It gives weight to the way he said her name, like a warning. "What's wrong?"

The concern in her voice is apparent.

[taciturnbeast]

Oz takes a few more deep breaths, the silence as the time it takes to do so turns the moment almost uncomfortable. The only movement is the way his hands which are normally light and relaxed on his knees in this position fist and unfist over and over again, a visible sign that he's trying so hard to calm down each time his fingers uncurl from those fists.

That uncomfortable moment reaches it's pinnacle as he turns his head sharply to face her. His eyes are a coal black and his teeth have started to elongate into fangs. "Run... you have to run."

[take_yourbreath]

She twists her hands, shifting from one foot to another as the silence sits. She starts to break it a dozen times and then stops. He turns his head toward her and a scream gets trapped in her throat, her hands come up to cover her mouth. She can't breath. This is Oz and he's going to hurt her. She knows that.

Instinct kids in but her instinct is never to run, not since she figured out what she could do. She moves to him, one hand going to his cheek, the other resting over his hand. His skin is warm against hers. She can feel the stubble on his cheek and her eyes fill with tears. She was never supposed to have to hurt him.

[taciturnbeast]

He gasps at first, at the feel of the beast draining of all its fight inside of him at her touch. It's a strange feeling, one he's felt before in Tibet several years back while visiting a shaman. Slowly, he began gasping for air as the wolf inside seemed to roll over onto its side and rest from exhaustion. The coal in his eyes faded away to return them to their normal green color.

[take_yourbreath]

She snaps her hands away quickly when he starts gasping for breath. There's a horrified look on her face for just a moment before the wolf she just pulled out of him takes over. Her eyes go black and she starts pacing. She's still Rogue though. Funny how that works.

"Sorry. I didn't know what else to do. Are you okay? Can you move? How do you feel?"

Her body language is a contrast to her words. She's keyed up, dealing with all of the emotions he had dealt with moments before. She curls her hands into fists. She wants to hurt something, someone. She licks her lips , watching him with a predatory gaze.

[taciturnbeast]

The moment she lets go he collapses to the floor, falling back and staring up at the ceiling. He hears her words but she sounds far away at first as he's listening with only his own self, the wolf completely docile for the first time in a very long time. Finally, he turns his head to look over to her where she's pacing back and forth and fidgeting.

"I'm good. What happened? You? What happened?" Yes, he's repetitive, but he isn't quite sure what to say. Nothing like this has ever happened before.

[take_yourbreath]

She rakes her hands through her hair, still pacing. She gnaws on her bottom lip, worrying it between her teeth.

"I happened."

Her quiet, soft words are filled with shame and contrasted again with her body language which is entirely predatory.

[taciturnbeast]

"The touching?" He asks, pushing himself up to a sitting position with some effort. Silly but he feels as if he owes her that. "You mean you took...?" His voice trails off and he shakes his head. "I should have told you." There's guilt there.

[take_yourbreath]

She nods, grateful to see that he's able to sit. "Not permanently. For a week at the most." She takes her gloves out of her pockets and pulls them on then moves over to him hesitantly. She crouches beside him, one gloved hand going to his shoulder, the other to his bicep to help him sit up.

"I didn't know what else to do."

Her eyes are still black and her lip is gnawed almost raw.

[taciturnbeast]

He shifts with her help to lean back against the wall. His eyes are heavy lidded as he's just plain worn out. "It's okay. I'm okay. Are you okay?"

[take_yourbreath]

She gets back to her feet and begins pacing again. "Hungry. Restless. Angry. Not your fault. It's just..." she shrugs because he knows. "Do you need anything? I brought cookies and that seems really dumb right now."

[taciturnbeast]

"Cookies? Oh, no -- no. Not dumb. Cookies are good." He's watching her pace, trying to completely grasp what has happened here. She touched him and absorbed -- him? The wolf? "Cookies are normal even."

[take_yourbreath]

She got the wolf mostly, only because the wolf was the one closest to the surface though. There were other things: scattered memories and emotions that she can't make much of.

"We'll have cookies then." Her movements are sharp, crisp as she gets the cookies and puts the tub of them next to Oz on the floor.

"What sorta mutant are you? I wouldn't have cared y'know. I mean you know what I am."

[taciturnbeast]

"I'm not." He had wanted to give her the distraction of the cookies, cause he usually found that having something else to think of or busy himself with helped. "I'm... I'm a werewolf." He watches her expectantly.

[take_yourbreath]

She sits on the floor beside him and fiddles with the lid on the tub of cookies, her hands shaking. She sets the lid to the side, pondering his words. Finally, she looks up at him, eyes still black. "Like in the movies?"

It's the only reference point she has.