Fic Snippet: WiP: WRE
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lmdeeIt’s NaNoWriMo and if you’re participating, good luck! For this month I’m posting snippets of things I’ve worked on during previous NaNoWriMos.
WiP: WRE
“Fancy a walk?” Romaine asked.
El nodded. “Want me to walk the wolf?”
“Would you? Thanks.”
Romaine went upstairs to get ready, El saying she needed to use the toilet, tie up her hair, and find a coat.
A few minutes later she came to meet him, pushing the door which he’d left ajar open. She was wearing a grey hoodie with little ear sewn onto the hood and the slogan “I am a cat” across the front. Romaine, now in wolf form, snorted at the hiding in plan sight pun and then used his nose to nudge the collar and lead he’d found from a bottom drawer and put on the coffee table.
El put the collar on and the slip lead, a green and white striped hoped cord with a leather stopper which she didn’t bother to adjust since he wouldn’t be pulling at her, and a large loop at the other end for her to hold.
“Keys?” she asked. Romaine whined, having forgot about that and gestured to the key box.
El picked up his keys and slid them into her pocket alongside her own, clipped to a loop on her jeans. She pulled the door behind them and locked up. On the way out, they met Mrs Cavanaugh.
“Oh hello,” Mrs Cavanaugh said.”This must be that beautiful dog. Can I pet him?”
El glanced down at Romaine. He gave what passed for a nod and pulled forward a little.
“Sure,” El said.
Mrs Cavanaugh crouched down and stroked Romaine’s head between his ears. “Who’s a lovely boy, yes you are, aren’t you! So big and handsome. What’s his name?”
El hesitated only for a moment. “Armand.”
“Oh, that’s lovely.” Mrs Cavanaugh stood with only minor difficulty. “Where’s his owner?”
“Romaine had to work,” El improvised. “I said I’d walk Armand for him.”
“It’ll be nice for them having you around,” Mrs Cavanaugh said approvingly. “Well have a good walk. I’m going to go and make a nice cup of tea.”
As they walked to the park, El said, “Hope you didn’t mind that.”
Romaine lifted his nose and snuffled at the palm of her hand, reassuring her.
There were a few people in the park, an older couple walking hand in hand, a cyclist who went whizzing by wearing a hi-vis jacket, a young woman jogging. El took them along a curving path to a large patch of grass and slipped off the lead.
Romaine ran around, enjoying the freedom. He circled the grass, coming back to El frequently as an obedient dog would do. A woman in her thirties came along with her dog, some sort of Staffordshire cross. The dog sat down next to her owner, unsure what to make of Romaine. Some dogs were terrified of Wolves, knowing the difference between dog and Wolf, some went on the defensive, while others didn’t seem to care.
“Is he friendly?” the woman asked.
“Yes,” El said, the lead in one hand, the other tucked into the pocket of her hoodie.
Romaine trotted over and rolled over, showing the dog his belly as sign of trust.
“Go on, Trixie,” the woman coaxed. Reluctant, Trixie edged forward and sniffed at Romaine. He stayed still and, satisfied, Trixie wagged her tail.
Romaine and Trixie played for a while, he being careful of the dog’s small size. While some might have disdained to interact with a dog, Romaine saw no difference than a human playing fetch with their pet, or an adult playing games with a child.
The woman whistled. “Come on, Trixie.”
Trixie trotted back over, had her lead clipped to her collar. The woman said goodbye to El and headed off towards the north gate of the park. Romaine padded over to El, ready to leave also.
“You had fun?”
He nuzzled at her and she laughed.
WiP: WRE
“Fancy a walk?” Romaine asked.
El nodded. “Want me to walk the wolf?”
“Would you? Thanks.”
Romaine went upstairs to get ready, El saying she needed to use the toilet, tie up her hair, and find a coat.
A few minutes later she came to meet him, pushing the door which he’d left ajar open. She was wearing a grey hoodie with little ear sewn onto the hood and the slogan “I am a cat” across the front. Romaine, now in wolf form, snorted at the hiding in plan sight pun and then used his nose to nudge the collar and lead he’d found from a bottom drawer and put on the coffee table.
El put the collar on and the slip lead, a green and white striped hoped cord with a leather stopper which she didn’t bother to adjust since he wouldn’t be pulling at her, and a large loop at the other end for her to hold.
“Keys?” she asked. Romaine whined, having forgot about that and gestured to the key box.
El picked up his keys and slid them into her pocket alongside her own, clipped to a loop on her jeans. She pulled the door behind them and locked up. On the way out, they met Mrs Cavanaugh.
“Oh hello,” Mrs Cavanaugh said.”This must be that beautiful dog. Can I pet him?”
El glanced down at Romaine. He gave what passed for a nod and pulled forward a little.
“Sure,” El said.
Mrs Cavanaugh crouched down and stroked Romaine’s head between his ears. “Who’s a lovely boy, yes you are, aren’t you! So big and handsome. What’s his name?”
El hesitated only for a moment. “Armand.”
“Oh, that’s lovely.” Mrs Cavanaugh stood with only minor difficulty. “Where’s his owner?”
“Romaine had to work,” El improvised. “I said I’d walk Armand for him.”
“It’ll be nice for them having you around,” Mrs Cavanaugh said approvingly. “Well have a good walk. I’m going to go and make a nice cup of tea.”
As they walked to the park, El said, “Hope you didn’t mind that.”
Romaine lifted his nose and snuffled at the palm of her hand, reassuring her.
There were a few people in the park, an older couple walking hand in hand, a cyclist who went whizzing by wearing a hi-vis jacket, a young woman jogging. El took them along a curving path to a large patch of grass and slipped off the lead.
Romaine ran around, enjoying the freedom. He circled the grass, coming back to El frequently as an obedient dog would do. A woman in her thirties came along with her dog, some sort of Staffordshire cross. The dog sat down next to her owner, unsure what to make of Romaine. Some dogs were terrified of Wolves, knowing the difference between dog and Wolf, some went on the defensive, while others didn’t seem to care.
“Is he friendly?” the woman asked.
“Yes,” El said, the lead in one hand, the other tucked into the pocket of her hoodie.
Romaine trotted over and rolled over, showing the dog his belly as sign of trust.
“Go on, Trixie,” the woman coaxed. Reluctant, Trixie edged forward and sniffed at Romaine. He stayed still and, satisfied, Trixie wagged her tail.
Romaine and Trixie played for a while, he being careful of the dog’s small size. While some might have disdained to interact with a dog, Romaine saw no difference than a human playing fetch with their pet, or an adult playing games with a child.
The woman whistled. “Come on, Trixie.”
Trixie trotted back over, had her lead clipped to her collar. The woman said goodbye to El and headed off towards the north gate of the park. Romaine padded over to El, ready to leave also.
“You had fun?”
He nuzzled at her and she laughed.
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Date: 2019-11-14 07:50 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2019-11-16 07:43 pm (UTC)Their relationship is complicated/hard to explain - colleagues, friends, and so close...skimming the line of romance but not veering into sexual intimacy. By the latter part of the story they're talking about buying a house together :)