[ They sit on opposite ends of the spectrum so it's a wonder that they were able to meet on some kind of middle ground ever at all, even as children. Chuck clings to his wolf, to the gnashing of teeth and the snapping of jaws, while Mako stands with face turns towards her own humanity, looking upon it with a kind of forelorn lovesickness that's half nostalgia and half resentment.
He doesn't know what to do with her when she comes to him with wet eyes and her shiny black hair. Her human body is too transient, too breakable, too moral and Chuck only knows how to break things, how smash them to pieces and grind them into dust.
Like this, Mako stronger than him and like this he can't ruin her. That doesn't make her any happier about it but they understood each other once, when they were still cubs.
Blinking at him slowly she pads forward, the pink slice of her tongue licking her ruddied maw. ]
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He doesn't know what to do with her when she comes to him with wet eyes and her shiny black hair. Her human body is too transient, too breakable, too moral and Chuck only knows how to break things, how smash them to pieces and grind them into dust.
Like this, Mako stronger than him and like this he can't ruin her. That doesn't make her any happier about it but they understood each other once, when they were still cubs.
Blinking at him slowly she pads forward, the pink slice of her tongue licking her ruddied maw. ]