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Beauty & The Beast: An Advanced Mature Werewolf Role Play (18+)

As Sylvia wheeled into Aleksandr's bedroom the two men started talking. Father Seraphim handed Aleksandr a dish, "The first time I met your mother--"

"I don't care," Aleksandr cut him off. He was not particularly interested in their story. He never was. He never wanted to hear it. He grabbed the dish and began soaking it in water.

"She loved you a lot," Father Seraphim tried to sound positive, but there was a sadness in his voice. He looked at Aleksandr, seeing Theodora in him. Alas, Aleksandr, at times, made him miss Theodora all the more, "Have you showed Sylvia any of the icons you painted?" He made a half smile, just like the one Aleksandr had previously given Sylvia. Aleksandr knew the face all too well--he only inherited it from his father.

"No," Aleksandr shrugged, not particularly thinking she would be interested in his religious artwork. He wasn't even fond of it.

Father Seraphim nudged Aleksandr playfully, "I know how you think about her," he tried to change the subject unsuccessfully.

Aleksandr said nothing for a while before speaking, "I thought you warned me."

Father Seraphim sighed, "I was a bit older than you before returning to Russia," he reminisced.

"I don't want to hear it," Aleksandr hissed, as he finished washing the dish. He dried it off and slammed the towel down on the counter, "I'm going to go shower..." He stalked away from the kitchen.

Father Seraphim made a frown. Clearly, he was not understanding the situation.

Aleksandr opened the bathroom door and drew the shower water. He removed his shirt and pants and briefs. He hesitantly looked in the bathroom mirror at himself. A small frown, identical to his father's sketched over his lips. He hopped into the cold shower and began washing himself. Part of him thought of Sylvia; the other part thought of how annoyed he was with his father. @Arista

Beauty & The Beast: An Advanced Mature Werewolf Role Play (18+)

Aleksandr stared at Sylvia in a confused manner, "Know what?" He took a step away from her, cautiously, watching her intently, back tracking what he had done... A smile appeared on her face. Aleksandr smiled back; he knew that feeling--better than he should. Remembering that his father was watching, he quickly wiped the grin from his face.

Father Seraphim finished his soup and picked up his dishes and brought them to the sink where he began washing them. His eyes looked up at the two as the sink water ran, he cleared his throat--noticing the silence between the two young adults. Aleksandr wipped his head around to see his father staring directly at him from the sink. Their eyes locked and some nonverbal conversation was sent through the air.

"Sylv looks tired, Aleksy. Maybe you should let her be," Aleksandr turned back around to look at Sylvia, he took another step back from her, "Come help me in the kitchen," Father Seraphim's voice was a bit stern, tugging on Aleksandr to come to the kitchen. Aleksandr let his question drop and begrudgingly walked to the kitchen to help his father with the dishes. @Arista

Beauty & The Beast: An Advanced Mature Werewolf Role Play (18+)

"I think I might need my pain medication...."

Aleksandr snapped out of his train of thought, turning his head to face where the bathroom was. He looked around his room feeling satisfied with his clean-up job, as horrible as it was. He scooted the plastic chair away from his desk and stood up. He didn't bother to tuck the chair back in as he motioned towards the bathroom. As Sylvia opened the door, Aleksandr looked at her, "I think I left your medication in the car... I'm sorry," he forced a smile, "I'll go get it." He pulled her wheelchair from the front through the bathroom door so she wouldn't be stuck in the bathroom while she waited.

He turned and headed towards the front door. His father was eating at the table (and only table) that was stationed between the living room and the kitchen, "Where are you headed, Aleksy?" His father looked up from his soup.

Aleksandr turned to face his father, "Sylv needs her drugs," he said flatly. Father Seraphim put his spoon down, taking in a deep breath. He glanced behind Aleksandr, noticing Sylvia outside the bathroom. Father Seraphim shook his head softly.

"You may need the car keys. Hmm?" He stood up and fished the keys from his pocket. Both men walked towards each other as the keys were handed off.

"Thank you," Aleksandr said lowly and turned towards the front door. He took a breath as he unlocked and opened the door, getting ready to face the rain. The rain was rather cold despite being a September rain. He looked up at the sky, letting the rain fall on his face. He closed his eyes and relaxed in it for a bit. He smiled and walked towards the car, pushing the key into the Toyota's lock. He twisted the key and unlocked the car. He went to the backseat and grabbed the white medicine bag. He paused, staring at the bag for a brief moment. He shut the door and locked the car quickly, racing to the front door before he got too soaked in the rain.

"It feels really good outside," Aleksandr said aloud. Father Seraphim looked up from his soup.

"It reminds me of Russia!" He said with excitement in his voice. Alekasndr stared at his father for a moment. Both men had a quietness between them--both pondering on the dead lady of the household. Aleksandr nodded and went towards Sylvia. Father Seraphim went back to minding his soup.

Aleksandr handed Sylvia the white bag, "I'll get you some water," he turned around and made his way across the living room towards the kitchen. When he reached the kitchen, he opened one of the cupboards and pulled out a glass. He rinsed it out in the sink before heading to the refrigerator and pulling out the water filter container. He poured her half a glass. He placed the glass on the kitchen counter and put the water filter back into the refrigerator. He picked the glass back up and walked across the living room, once more, "Here," he held out his hand with the glass of water. @Arista

Beauty & The Beast: An Advanced Mature Werewolf Role Play (18+)

Aleksandr went into his closet and pulled out another pair of sheets. He could not remember the last time he had actually changed his sheets. Maybe the last time he had gotten a bloody nose... He made a hesitant, sheepish smile to himself and left his closet. He plopped the bedding on the solo desk in his room and began stripping his bed of its garments. His body stretched over the bed, tugging at the sheets. He probably needed a shower after Sylvia was done.

After the sheets had all been pulled from the bed, he turned to his desk and grabbed the clean sheets, spreading them over the bed nicely. He fluffed his pillow and pulled the comforter from the floor, deciding to put it on the bed, too--at least for appearances. He grimaced at his room. He began picking up his books and stacking them on his desk. He didn't have a bookshelf, yet, and he wasn't sure he was really planning on getting one. His floor had been doing just fine; however, a wheelchair maneuvering around the small room littered with books would not be very easy.

As he finished stacking the books, he sat in the chair in front of his desk. The smell of soup was still in the air--which likely meant his father was occupied eating, and Sylvia was taking a bath. A slight temptation slithered through his mind as he sat silently, contemplating everything. He relaxed his shoulders and leaned back in the plastic chair. @Arista

Beauty & The Beast: An Advanced Mature Werewolf Role Play (18+)

"I ask though, that you don't force yourself to act like we did in the hospital. If it makes you uncomfortable then it's fine, I just have to get used to the house and I'll be fine."

Alekandr's eyes widened, feeling caught in the act. His hands dropped by his side as a small nervous breath escaped from his lips. A frown rested on his face "I ummm...," he paused, looking around the bathroom, trying to find his train of thought, "I'll go get your duffle bag... and stuff," Before he left the bathroom he stopped and turned to Sylvia, "Don't go anywhere," he warned her in a stark joking manner, raising one of his eyebrows as he spoke.

He walked into the kitchen to grab a trash bag, "What are you making?" he asked his father.

"You know, Aleksy," his father sighed while facing the stove, "It's really a shame what drugs have done to that poor girl's life," he turned around to face Aleksandr. His hand was raised a bit as he spoke, using it for gestures, "I do pray you are over that phase in your life..." He made a concerning glare at Aleksandr, "I would just hate for her to find anything in your room. That stuff destroys people and the people around them," he was speaking quietly.

"Sounds... delicious," Aleksandr nodded, with his lips tightly closed. He turned away from his father and opened a cupboard where the trash bags were stored. He unraveled one of the bags.

"I'm being serious, Aleksandr," Father Seraphim was still facing Aleksandr when he spoke. His voice was still quiet, but harsh this time. He had clearly lost his patience.

Aleksandr stared at the trash bag and then back at his father. He said nothing and left the kitchen. As he rounded the corner he took a deep breath. He went into his bedroom and grabbed the duffle bag from the floor. He turned around and headed to the bathroom.

He peaked his head into the bathroom, "Oh, you're still here?" He handed her the trash bag, "Unfortunately, as for bags go, this is all we have," he glanced at the bathtub, "I will get the water running for you, and ummm..." he raised his hands by his face, "I'll leave you alone," he scooted past Sylvia's wheelchair and made it to the bathtub, "The knobs are backwards. So, if you want cold water, you have to use the hot water nob, and vice versa," he leaned over and plugged the bathtub before turning on the water. He stood back up, "Alright," he nodded at Sylvia, "I suggest not locking the bathroom because if anything should happen to you... And, I promise I will not barge in on you," he let out a small sigh and left the bathroom, closing the door behind him. @Arista

Beauty & The Beast: An Advanced Mature Werewolf Role Play (18+)

"Homes like this one are what I grew up in, my memories aren't fond of my time in what used to be my own home," Aleksandr frowned as he watched her let a small smirk tugged up her lips. However, her lips soon parted as a soft sound escaped from her throat. Her body hunched forward.

Aleksandr nervously reached his hand out to touch her chin gently. All the things that could possibly go wrong as he touched her ran through his mind. He tilted her head upwards, towards him, "It's okay," he made a reassuring half smile. Her skin was really soft, which made his hand tremble a bit. He looked down, away from her for a brief moment to think of what would cheer her up. He was at a slight loss considering he did not even know how to cheer himself up.

He thought back to the hospital. He closed his eyes tightly and opened, again, looking up at Sylvia, he forced himself back into character, "Perhaps, Mademoiselle would enjoy a luxurious shower?" He stood up to push her towards the bathroom knowing full well the bathroom was nothing luxurious. In fact, the hot and cold knobs were opposite. Father Seraphim kept saying he would call a plumber to get it fixed, but the words never made it to the phone. In any instance, it was not a life obstruction.

As he grabbed hold of the wheelchair's handles he forced a jovial smile, turning the wheelchair around and pushing it out of the bedroom cautiously. His head peaked to see what his father was doing in the kitchen and then proceeded to the bathroom. When he wheeled her into the bathroom he made a swooping motion with his arms, "Voila! Would Mademoiselle care for a bath élégante?" He was scared to death of being so animated, especially in front of someone he didn't know. However, Sylvia seemed miserable. His smile flickered a bit, trying to keep up the persona to the best of his ability. @Arista

Beauty & The Beast: An Advanced Mature Werewolf Role Play (18+)

Aleksandr turned to face Sylvia. He squatted down in front of her, "Are you okay?" he gave her the same confused, serious face he had given her in the bookstore when she felt like she was about to vomit. He knew his house was no commodity; and his father was a bit strange being from the old country and an Orthodox priest; and he was no better, he had his own issues to deal with. It probably didn't help that his father and he played off of each other's weaknesses due to sheer boredom, which probably wasn't the best situation to live through.

He tried to force a small, reasurring smirk on his face. @Arista

Beauty & The Beast: An Advanced Mature Werewolf Role Play (18+)

“I think she can sleep in my room, and I’ll get the couch,” Aleksandr decided to get that conversation out of the way.

Father Seraphim nodded his head, “Fair enough,” he looked at Sylvia’s thin smile. He knew the house wasn’t the friendliest or most welcoming looking. He could assure her it was better than what he had in Russia! However, bringing up Russia was probably not the best social response, “Well…” he looked down and then back at the two young ones, “I am going to make myself some lunch,” he paused, “Why don’t you show Sylv to your room?” He eyed Aleksandr, motioning towards the bedrooms.

Aleksandr glanced at his bedroom. The door was wide open. He made a small frown and wheeled Sylvia to his bedroom, “Well, there is the bathroom,” he pointed towards a door down the hall from the bedrooms, “And this is my room,” he said grimly, pushing the wheelchair through the bedroom door, “Ummm… this is my bed,” he was just talking to talk at this point. His bed was a mess. It looked like either he never made his bed in the morning or he had had a rough night’s sleep. There were books scattered on the floor, “My room kind of looks like shit right now,” he said lowly, cautiously as if his dad would sprout from the wood work for hearing him say a cuss word, “I don’t know, what do you want to do, right now? I need to change the sheets on my bed—they’re probably gross,” he hadn’t meant to use the word gross, but it came out, anyways. The house was clearly a male only household, and until now, Aleksandr had mostly turned a blind eye towards it.

The smell of soup started resonating through the household from the kitchen. Aleksandr turned his attention toward the entrance of the room and then back at Sylvia. @Arista

Beauty & The Beast: An Advanced Mature Werewolf Role Play (18+)

"Oh," Father Seraphim said in a surprised manner, "What about you, Aleksy?" He looked in the rearview mirror at Aleksandr and then back at the road.

"I'm fine," he opened his eyes to look at his father from the mirror. His eyes closed, again as he let out a sigh of relief, turning his head to a more comfortable position.

Father Seraphim noticed Sylvia put the hood of her sweater over her head, "Is it cold in here? I can turn on the heat..." he motioned towards the air conditioning unit and turned the temperature up, "That should be better," Sylvia and Aleksandr seemed more distant than before he had dropped them off in the bookstore. Something must have happened. His mind wandered to the worst possible scenario. What had Aleksandr done? He creased his eye brows and continued focusing on the road.

As the car took another turn, it approached their neighborhood. Aleksandr barely opened his eyes, noticing where they were. They passed a modest house on the first street. He remembered that house, it’s where the murder had happened. He closed his eyes, again, shaking his head softly. He realized he was tired. Last night and this morning had been strangely exhausting.

The car made several more turns and slowed down in front of their house. Father Seraphim turned the steering wheel and pulled the car into the driveway, "Well, here we are!" Father Seraphim said cheerfully. He turned the car off, holding the keys in his hands, "Aleksy, I think it would be best for you to help Sylvia get into the house. I'll go unlock the house and whatnot," he turned to look at Aleksandr, who was not particularly minding him, "Aleksy, did you hear anything I just said?" he asked patiently.

"Yes, Papa," Aleksandr muttered.

From one extreme to the next, Father Seraphim shook his head and got out of the car to make his way to the front door.

Aleksandr waited for his dad to leave the car before he got out to help Sylvia. He opened the boot of the car once more and pulled out the wheelchair. The rain was pouring harder than before. Unfolding the wheelchair took longer than it did the last time, but it still happened. He pushed the wheelchair over to the passenger's door and opened it up. He didn't ask for Sylvia's permission this time--he just scooped her up and placed her in the chair. He moved her quickly to the front door that was slightly open. Father Seraphim had already turned all the light in the house on. It smelled of Rose Mary incense. The front door lead into the living room with the kitchen on the right and the bedrooms on the left. It was small, but it worked. The only real décor that stood out was the iconography hung on the walls.

Aleksandr turned around and closed the door, locking it. He wheeled Sylvia further into the living room so she would not be so close to the door. Father Seraphim poked his head from the kitchen and walked into the living room, "Well," he shook his head, making a sappy smile, "Welcome." @Arista

Beauty & The Beast: An Advanced Mature Werewolf Role Play (18+)

"Great," Father Seraphim sighed as he spoke, putting the car in Drive. He began driving the car down the road. The car ride was silent and no one spoke. Father Seraphim never listened to music in the car unless it was Slavonic chant. However, he did not want to scare Sylvia. She may not have an ear for such types of music.

Aleksandr relaxed his shoulders in the car, trying to make himself comfortable. He stared out of the window. The windshield wipers on the car were swishing back and forth as the rain poured harder. They made a slight squeak as they came up, and it was bothering him.

“Sylv, is it always this rainy?” Father Seraphim asked, trying to lighten the mood. His Russian accent was picking up.

Aleksandr glanced at his father as he spoke and then looked out of the window, again. He kind of hoped it was. It barely rained back in their old town. It was rather dry there. He did not particularly miss it one bit. He didn’t have any friends—or, the ones he tried to make didn’t last very long. He winced thinking about it, feeling a bit nauseous. He leaned his head against the headrest of the car chair and grabbed at his stomach, frowning. He tried to think of Sylvia and him in the hospital—he was actually enjoying himself, for once. He closed his eyes. Of course, he fucked that up, too. Probably for good reason… He let out a sigh, shifting his mind to a different subject like how to skip lunch. His father was probably going to be stereotypically hospitable and make lunch for all three of them when they got home. He was not looking forward to it, anymore. @Arista