Backdated - 03 - Mellors/Des - June 15, 2009 - What happened here
Oliver bent and picked up another piece of large glass; the rest would sweep up fine. Looking at the two panes of broken window of his prized greenhouse, he surprised himself with the lack of anger at the destruction. What he'd had with the werewolf the night before was worth it in his mind.
Desmond strolled out of the house, rejuvenated by his rest and excited by his recent progress in his writing. Should see what Mellors is up to, Des thought to himself. It had been a couple days since he'd worked in the garden. Hearing the other vamp moving about in the greenhouse, he headed that way.
He heard the footfalls coming from the house, then into the garden and finally in his direction. "Des? In the greenhouse." He knew it wasn't necessary, but long held habits from human times still lived within him.
"Bloody hell, brotha. What happened here?" The mess laid out before him baffled Desmond. Mellors was typically tidy, and he treasured his greenhouse. As he took in the patches of broken glass a strong scent hit him. Were.... How strange.
"Yeah.. had a bit of... trouble last night. Careful where you step, I got most of it." Grabbing the broom, Mellors began to gather the shards too small to try with his fingers. "I've got replacement panels in the closet, would you mind lending a hand?"
"Yeah not a problem," Des moved to the closet to grab the needed panels. "You ok?"
"Yeah. Wasn't me who... I'm fine." Realizing his slip, Mellors bent to sweep the pile into the dustpan.
"So you aren't going to explain to me why the place wreaks of wolf?"
"It..." Looking up, Mellors felt his face warm. "Does it?" He was stalling for time. "I didn't know you wanted one."
"I wasn't asking for a wolf, brotha, just an explanation," Des set the panes of glass aside, and struggled to not smile at his friend's embarrassment. "Did your pet come for a visit?"
"Something like that... he was drunk and a bit pissed at me." Mellors carefully picked at the remaining pieces of glass in the framework, eyes seemingly focused on his task.
"Mad?" That was a bit confusing, what could have sparked the anger out of nowhere. Not knowing this were, Desmond really had no frame of reference. "So you would have me believe that this were got mad, punched some holes in the greenhouse and then left? Why do you hide from me, brotha?"
"He was mad because of something I said to him the last time we were together. And he didn't leave immediately after he punched one window and threw his bottle at the other." Facing his friend, Oliver sighed. "I... we'd - we were laying in the woods looking at the moon. I drank from him, and thanked him for the snack. Last night he got pissed drunk and pissed off, and irritated about it."
"Well you basically told him that he was a food source, like cattle," Desmond laid a hand on his friend's shoulder. "Wasn't terrible tactful. I hope you were able to apologize and smooth things over."
"He called himself a dinner, I corrected him to snack... hadn't fed fully from him." Mellors had to set the truth straight, "and it was meant in a... as. Not as it came across." Using the putty knife, Mellors removed the old caulking, scraping against the wood frame until it lay smooth.
"Ahhh," Desmond could certainly understand the confusion, and the were's frustration. "I hope that you were able to clear the air, brotha."
Guessing the 'he started it' assertion hadn't been enough, Mellors tried again, his face warming. "He... last night I mean - we uhm... he let me hold him without all the prickly claws coming out..."
"That’s a great step," Desmond clapped his friend on the shoulder enthusiastically. "Next thing you know the puppy will be eating out of your hand."
"More like biting the hand that feeds him." Laughing at his own joke, Oliver nodded toward one side of the panel. "Lets get this in place."
"Alright," he was pushing his friend too hard, but really Des couldn't help it. He wanted to see his friend happy, Mellors lived a fairly solitary life. "Where do you want me?"
"Outside I think, one of us holding from in here and one out there... I'll manage the caulk, okay?" Shifting the piece into place, he held it while waiting for Desmond. "How's your time been here? Enjoying the Big Easy?"
"Its been great so far," Desmond replied while walking towards the exit. He'd secure the pane from the outside while Mellors caulked it. "Met a few interesting people, even another vamp. Whoa..." as he crossed the threshold he was bombarded by combating smells of were, blood, and sex.
"What?" Looking up from where he'd been arranging the tools, Mellors studied his friend. "Des?"
"So after he got over being a snack to a lustful were, you had a bit of a romp outside the greenhouse?" Des chuckled leaning his head back through the doorway. "It wreaks of sex out here, brotha."
Deer in the headlights look - that was Mellors expression as he stared back at his friend. "We uh... he needed... I mean, we... he and I..."
Desmond simply raised an eyebrow and watched his friend flounder.
A huge sigh escaped the vampire, bouncing off the glass pane and fluttering his hair. "Okay... so we did more than talk and clear the air..." Mellors couldn't stop the smile that chased his words, memory of the pleasure he'd found with Frankie still held to the edges of his mind.
"You old dog, you've been holding out on me Mellors," Desmond laughed as he continued outside and took his place on the other side of the glass. "Going to be seeing more of this puppy?"
"I can only hope so... to say he's fractious, is an understatement. Pricklier than a hedgehog, and with an attitude to match." First line was drawn and smoothed. "Des... he's a mean bastard when drunk, but there is so much hurt and confusion in him... his soul calls to me."
"You have a caring heart, Oliver. You always have. Just be cautious, I'd hate to see you hurt by this."
Wiping the cloth along the third line, he nodded, head tipped to the side, "It may be too late Des."