forum I Hate My Boyfriend (0/0) (OPEN!)

Started December 16, 2019 by Deleted user

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Sure, go ahead! I also got the rough sketch done of Wren— and if you’d want me to draw Valentina, then I’d love to, also.

Oh yes please do,I love fanart and stuff!

Valentina was getting ready in her room. Breakfast had been served and she had spent most of her day being lazy until her mother had announced that their oldest and dearest friends were coming over to visit them that day. Which meant werewolves. Disgusting beasts who tend to tear their place apart and piss in the roses. Valentina did not like werewolves. But she feared her mother's wrath even more. As she was getting ready she heard the door open and get mother greeting the guests. Already she felt annoyed as she finished putting on her bright red lipstick and headed down the stairs.

Wren flashed a fangy grin as he watched Valentina stride down.
“Hello there,” he greeted, his voice raspy and melodic. “You look extremely happy to see me.”
Stitch’s tail began to wag as he spotted the vampire and he whimpered in joy. Stitch had always seemed to like the woman, as did Wren.
Wren’s fingers slipped through the dog’s black fur as it wiggled in excitement. The jingling of the collar resonated through the man’s ears. Sometimes, heightened senses sucked.
The man’s hair was unkempt, seeming as if he had woken up just minutes prior. The dark circles under his eyes seemed to confirm that fact, yet he continued to smile gleefully.

Valentina rolled her eyes and patted the dog. Now. Just because she didn't like werewolves didn't mean she didn't like dogs. She then clapped her hands. "COCO!" And down the stairs bolted a chocolate lab. "Hi there pretty girl. Entertain our dog guest." She then walked off to the living room,prepared to only be vaguely involved,when her mother cleared her throat. "Val…why don't you offer our guests here some refreshments? With it being so cold I'm sure Wren would enjoy some hot chocolate." She suggested,though the look in her eyes was not nearly as kind as her tone. Valentina huffed and levitated off to the kitchen,expecting Wren to follow her.

Wren happily followed, his posture extremely bouncy and confident.
Stitch nuzzled Coco and began jumping around, yipping to play.
The man slid onto the counter, kicking his legs happily like a small child. He was extremely juvenile.
Adding to the childish demeanor, he unfolded a small blanket and wrapped it around himself, yawning very dog-like as his tongue curled up and his incisors peeked out. The slight claws on his hands pierced the blanket only slightly, and other scratch marks were visible.
“So? Nice cold weather, huh?” he asked, cocking his head as he watched Valentina move around the kitchen.

She rolled her eyes,not bothering to pay attention to the mutt. "Get off the counter,mother will kill you if you shed all over where she cooks. And I hate this weather." She said strictly,boiling the water and making a single cup of hot cocoa.

Wren completely dismissed the woman’s remark, yet hopped off the counter anyway.
“Well, I like the cold. I think it’s nice,” he said with a kind smile. “When I transform in summer, it’s horrible. Way too hot.”
He let out a slight sigh, wrapping the blanket further around himself. He either didn’t notice how hostile the woman was, or didn’t care. Regardless, he just stayed standing there, contently.

She turned around,and handed him the hot cocoa without a word, then headed to the fridge and grabbed a small blood packet, and sipped from it.

“Thank you,” he said in response. A habit of his was being abruptly too polite, but he was never reprimanded of doing so.
He took notice of her stand-offish attitude, so he politely sipped at his cocoa quietly, the blanket looking more like a scarf now than an actual blanket. He leaned over on the counter and sighed, tapping his claw on his mug silently.

"You want anything on the cocoa?" She said, feeling her mothers glare from across the room. She even forced a slight smile, fangs poking at her bottom lip, showing just a little bit. She never smiled much. "Marshmallows, sprinkles, whipped cream?" She asked with a forced tone of slight cheer. As soon as her mother walked away though she returned to her silent,angry demeanor.

“Absolutely everything,” he replied. “Also, your smile is nice. You should wear it more often.”
He gave a grin in response and wrapped his large, clawed hand around the mug. The warmth permeated his skin and he breathed in the sweet scent of chocolate.

She took his cup angrily and began to prepare it with a glare. "Smiling is a sign of weakness. A vampire must never be weak in such a way,as we do not have the strength that you werewolves have. Not that I'm complaining." She said curtly as she handed him the cup. Her mother then called again. "Why don't you two head up to the library? Let the adults talk in peace?" Valentina shot daggers at her mother. "Mom! He'll tear it up!" "I will not have it. You must be more civil Valentina, I've raised you better than this. He hasn't torn up the couches or anything has he? No. Now go on." Valentina glowered and levitated up the stairs.

Wren involuntarily gave a whimper as his heart sank. Realizing that he’d done it, he cleared his throat and hastily followed after the vampire.
After this, anyone with eyes could tell he was trying to be as composed as possible. He hated being reprimanded— mostly because a lot of people actually liked him, he wasn’t used to it.
He ceased from talking or commenting, and walked with less confidence than before. His eyes were noticeably more dull, as were his feelings.
Maybe she’s right, he thought to himself. I am just a monster. Vampires are elegant and beautiful… we aren’t.
He shook his head, as if doing that would cause the thoughts to leave. He sipped at his cocoa quietly, wanting to thank Valentina for it, but instead, he didn’t say a word.

She noticed this,and sensed it in the air. She just couldn't ignore it. "Hey…" She turned around and grabbed his hand. Her eyes softened. "Are you okay?" She asked quietly. Her mind was screaming to stop but her heart,normally cold and dead,was soaring like a bat in a hoard of mosquitos.

Wren almost spit out his cocoa and began coughing slightly.
“W-what? Yeah, no, yeah I’m fine— w-why?” he asked nervously. He cleared his throat and shifted the weight from either foot, glancing at the woman’s hand. He knew how she always talked about werewolves… calling them ruthless and disgusting creatures. But this one act— this one gesture— although her hand was cold, made him feel like she didn’t mean any of it. For that split second, in her eyes, he almost saw warmth. Something he hadn’t seen from her in years.

She sighed. "Liars. And you know how much I despise liars, more than werewolves." She growled out. This was more of an overprotective anger though. "I sense hurt, and nervousness. Remember our senses are heightened differently." Her hand squeezed his slightly as her face rose and fell.

He scoffed at this remark. “Then you’d hate me a load more than you already do— if I’m both a liar and a monster? Good luck.”
Wren kept his eyes locked on hers, growing an air of confidence. It was soon shattered as he felt her hand wrap tighter around his own.
This was so odd. He had absolutely no clue how to react. He could feel his cheeks growing hotter and his skin tingling like it did when he was nervous. All he could do was stand there like a gaping idiot as she interrogated.

"Your not wrong." She took her hand away and walked off to the library, as her face bloomed roses. 'Holy shit Val what are you doing?!?!? Get a grip!' She shook her head and opened the door to the library. She immediately levitated high up and flew off to go get books.

Wren continued to stand in the middle of the hallway, awestruck. He looked more like a puppy than ever.
Finally coming to his senses, he tripped after her, entering her library.
He made sure to keep his hands on his mug and to refrain from sitting down. He tried to be as respectful as he could. Wren stood in the middle of the room, calmly gazing up at the books. Though, not even a good book could get his mind off of what the hell just happened.
Though he seemed like a big doof, Wren loved to read. He felt happy and content as he glanced from shelf to shelf, reading the spines from afar.

Valentina zipped and flipped from book shelf to ground to bookshelf. Soon she had a pretty good stack and she sat down on the couch and began to read. It was warmer up here, which made her movements faster, quicker. But now she seemed serene. She always relaxed and looked cozy when reading. Like as if she wasn't icy and snappy, but almost calm. Swept away.

Wren almost smiled to himself as he watched Valentina read. She seemed so content— something he never saw often.
He continued to read just the names of the books. He swayed around, setting his empty mug down gently on a coffee table. His attention was still held by the various books.
“I’ve read that… read that… that one, too,” he mumbled quietly to himself, tangling his claws in his hair as he brushed it aside. He silently padded around the room, the quiet making him somewhat jittery and anxious.

Suddenly a book of Vampire and Werewolf romance flung itself at him. Some of these books were possessed or had magical powers. This was one of the ghost ones. It was giving him some early hint. Valentina looked up, but her eyes quickly darted away. 'Thank the gods my brother isn't here to see this.'

Wren forced himself not to grin. He held the book in his hands as it voluntarily flipped its own pages. He didn’t resist the urge to put it back, but it wouldn’t let him.
He glanced nervously back and forth between Victoria and the book, trying to hide it so it didn’t look like he had picked it up on his own account. He tried to force it into its place but it wouldn’t leave his hands. Wren nervously sweat, mumbling to himself worriedly.

Valentina looked up and laughed. "Freidreich! Back on the shelf!" She smiled big and wide as she set down the book, as it squirmed in place and leapt at him. "It'll follow you. I'd suggest reading it before it gets mad at you."