deck the halls {ELLE}

[Curran Aiden Pettelli]

Well well well, look at Elle taking the lead – not that the young, chocolate haired blue eyed man minded – on quite the contrary in fact, he liked the way she was being, loved the way she had spoken so easily with his mom, and loved the way she had taken his hand this time and pulled him away into the quiet of the Pettelli’s back yard. The moon, half full, illuminated the trees and them, and he smiled. He liked to be outdoors, he liked to be out under the moon, and he liked it even better to be out with here. It felt normal, natural – he could be himself with elle and he liked that. She liked him for him, not his money or whatever else it was those other girls were after (half of them the same thing he was, if you know what I mean) – except. He couldn’t be completely himself. But he wanted too, he realised as he looked into her eyes, reflecting the moonlight like sapphires. He wanted too.

He chuckled softly as she pulled the icing form his hair, his face splitting into a big smile that revealed his set of pearly teeth, and smile that was only enhanced by his present. He arched a brow, asking with his features what it could be, before tearing open the pretty paper. What he found inside made his heart jump – a simply object sure, but it meant a whole lot more, and settled the boys mind on one thing. He pulled it out and grinned, shaking the glabe so that the snow swirled, and pulled Elle into an embrace.

”I love it – Thank you Elle” he told her, still smiling as he stepped away. He glanced in the windows for a second, could see his mother’s silhouette still finishing up in the kitchen, the clock through the window. They had an hour till anyone was due to arrive – and well. If she could cope with this madness, she could cope with the Pettelli madness... and the small kids he was pretty sure would not cope with being unable to wear their fur for the holiday.

”I have yors too... but first i want to show you something.” he took her hand and pulled her a little further away, out of the light cast by the shadow of the window, manoeuvred so she could sit on a wall. ”You know... that first night? And your dreams? About the wolf? Elle... I really like you, like really” he laughed, and scratched the back of his head. ”And if your gonna be here... and if... well. I want you to you know... be my girlfriend” His cheeks reddened at that – curran petteli had never had a girlfriend before, only flings. ”Well... i think you should know the truth. The... wolf in your dreams isn’t your imagination – it’s ...me” He awaited the screaming to start...

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TAGGING Elle!
WORDS 1471. !
WEARING CURRAN !
MUMMEH !
DADDEH !
NOTES MERRY CHRISTMAS!
LYRICS DECK THE HALLS DUH !
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[Elle Nora Taylor]

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Elle was chewing her bottom lip nervously, thinking now that maybe she should have waited until he was somewhat distracted by the crazy mass of family that should be arriving soon instead of just giving him the present now. Even though she’d told him about her Little Red Riding hood and the Not-So Big Bad Wolf dreams, it still seemed a very childish gift to be giving a boy, that wasn’t so much of a boy as he was a very charismatic, very good-looking young man that just so happened to be her champion.

Her head was tilted downward and her toe drawing mindless doodles in the snow even as he grinned at her with an up tilted, curious expression. She couldn’t very well watch him while he opened it, now could she?
Finally Elle glanced at him from under her long eyelashes in innocent expectation as the sound of ripping paper joined the symphony of rapid heartbeats and gentle winter wind whispering through the trees. Her breath was held in anticipation, so much so that it stung her chest a little, as she watched him pull the globe from the box and his shining smile grew even brighter with pleasure.

She let the breath out with a little squeal of guileless delight when he thanked her and confirmed his satisfaction, pulling her into the comforting confinement of his arms; a place she very much thought she could stay for the rest of the amazing evening.
And even though she wasn’t the type of girl to rush things, oh no, she was much to careful to do that, the willowy blonde sighed in contentment and decided she was done with waiting patiently, she wanted Curran to kiss her now. Right here and right now.

Elle had even moistened her lips with her tongue and fluttered those long lashes at him with a little impish smile, tilting her face up in order to allow him better access to her mouth…but then…he was pulling away and looking anywhere but in her direction.
The girl narrowed her sapphire eyes in disappointment and could not keep the frown from drifting across her pouted lips.

She had almost crossed her arms over her chest or put them on her hips or something and asked him if he was really that remiss, but before Elle had a chance Curran was saying something about a present for her and pulling her further from the softly lit house.
The curly headed blonde rolled her eyes but allowed him to easily pull her, all the while thinking that she didn’t care to -see- anything unless it was the insides of her eyelids while he kissed her, but she flopped on the partition that he’d paused in front of and tried not to let her disappointment show too much on her face.

The wispy girl was wearing the whisper of a pout when Curran started talking again, but the expression was fleeting at best when he confessed that he really liked her, and his face colored and he rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. Elle’s eyes sparkled in adoration, feeling as though she could float away right then; carried on the winter breeze by gossamer wings of bliss…

But then the wings seemed to fail her and she fell back to earth. Hard. And had landed on her ass.

Elle tilted her head to the side, her visage pinched in bewilderment. He had just said that he wanted her to be his girlfriend and then just as soon started pushing her away with a strange declaration about her dreams and being the ‘wolf’.

Okay, she knew what he was doing. He was trying to let her down easy. He didn’t want to be her boyfriend at all, but he thought she was so delicate a girl she needed to believe some ridiculous story in order not to be heartbroken.

Elle scowled and leaned forward, clinging to the wall so tightly so that the cement dug into her palms. The pain was just enough of a distraction that she thought perhaps she could keep her eyes from welling up with tears, because letting Curran see her cry was the LAST thing she wanted.

“Alright Mr. Pettalli, I’ll play your game.” Elle told him angrily though her voice was trembling from the strain of keeping those crystalline tears from falling. “Is this where I am supposed to say I’m Little Red Riding Hood and I’m scared of the Big Bad Wolf and run away back to grandmother’s house?”

She clicked her tongue impatiently and shook her blonde curls; thinking that she was ridiculous for being so naive and thinking he might have actually cared about her.

Elle started to rise, her cobalt eyes now full of indignation as she lifted them to Curran’s unfathomable gem-blue gaze, and damn it, they were blurry with moisture. “If you wanted me to leave, you should have just said so. I can take the hint.”



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Tag-- Curran and Family ♥
Words-- 830
--wearin'--
Lyrics-- Enchanted
Notes-- Poor, confuzzled Elle.

[Curran Aiden Pettelli]

No..no..nonono. This was not going the way the man had planned, was not going at the way Curran had briefly seen in his dreams. He had thought maybe that she might scream, she might laugh and call him a liar – he had not in his wildest dreams, or his craziest nightmares thought she might think he was trying to break up with her. No. Not that at all, and Curran exploded into action, stepping forward and placing both of his hands on her shoulders, his let one drift up to her neck, his fingers tangling in the curls at the base of her neck, Curran Pettelli did something he hadn’t expected to do. He kissed her. He met her lips and told her in a way he could not easily with words exactly how wrong she was. Exactly, indeed, how terribly and truly wrong she was.

After a moment, he pulled away, and wiped away the moisture that threatened to fall from her eyes with the rough pad of his thumb, smiling gently, looking into her eyes to measure what her reaction might be, to see how she might feel about what he had just done. As far as he could tell, it might go one of two ways... he was about to get a very hasty and possibly quite stinging slap across the face and then she would storm out, move away, and he would never see her again. Or... well. Or she didn’t mind. Or she didn’t mind that he had just stolen a sweet kiss from her lips, had stolen her breath to stop her talking, to make her see the mistake in her words. He finally detangled his fingers from her hair, but he still left his hand at her neck.

”My silly Elle,” He breathed, words loud enough for only the two of them, a breath so faint it could have been snatched away by the wind should she decide to take to thievery tonight. ”I don’t want you to leave – i don’t want you to go, or to leave my life. I want you to believe what i;m telling you for that reason. I could keep it from you... but i don’t want too. I want to know you, and i want you to know all of me... and there’s a pretty big part that not a lot of people know. ” Again, he stroked his finger across her cheek. ”If.. If you really want to go, I won’t stand in your way. But if you stay... then i want to show you this. ”

He took his hand away, and took a step back, spreading his arms slightly. ”Elle... it’s... i mean. If you want to see, i will show you. The wolf in your dreams isn’t a cliché – you didn’t hit your head hard enough to imagine things the night we were mugged. I am the wolf in your dreams... not metaphorically, but really.” he waited, feeling more vulnerable then that he had ever been – he was actually scared of what she might say, and Curran pettelli never got scared.

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TAGGING Elle!
WORDS 1471. !
WEARING CURRAN !
MUMMEH !
DADDEH !
NOTES MERRY CHRISTMAS!
LYRICS DECK THE HALLS DUH !
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[Elle Nora Taylor]

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Elle had been ready to escape the unforeseen ache in her chest by running towards her car, driving away and never looking back. She supposed that’s what she had become quite good at; running away from the pain, as it was what she’d been doing since her father had died and the reason she moved from place to place before getting too attached to a certain location, or a job, or people for that matter.
So why, oh why had she let this magnificent boy fly in like superman and steal her heart and offer her hope for all the thing that a girl dreams of; the happy ending…the fairytale…the end to all the misery she had stored up in her heaving breast as if she might have really deserved it.

Out of no where, a harmony drifted into her mind and the cheerless blonde imagined singing it to herself as she strummed her guitar.

Stupid girl, I should have known
I should have known

I'm not a princess, this ain't a fairy tale
I'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet
Lead her up the stairwell

This ain't Hollywood, this is a small town
I was a dreamer before you went and let me down

It was definitely too late for Curran to ride up on his white horse and steal her away off into the sunset.
Or so she thought until he was moving towards her and Elle’s teary eyes widened at the intensity and purpose in his sapphire gaze just before he buried his fingers in her hair and slanted his lips over hers in a kiss that not only stole the breath from her, but the misery that had just moments before threatened to drown her in its horrible, violent, crashing waves.
The willowy blonde had never, ever been kissed like this before. Of course she’d been on a date or two, and of course there had been times she’d allowed the male to steal a peck on her cheek and one or two times even open mouthed, but those past acts had never solicited such a reaction from the girl.

Unbidden, Elle slid her arms around his obstinate shoulders and let her eyes fall closed, returning the mouthy embrace with an urgent one of her own. In the slant of her lips and the dance of her tongue against his she explained to the boy just how much she hoped…wanted…needed to believe in his feelings for her. If anything, at least that he hadn’t been meaning to chase her away with his fantastical confessions.
In that simple kiss Curran was breathing hope back into her soul, little by little; since her tragedies it had buried itself so far down inside she hadn’t really believed it to be there anymore.

When he pulled away the blonde was feeling a little more like the girl she was before the death of her mother and father; the girl who could believe in anything and hoped for everything; the girl she dreamed of becoming somehow, once again.
Elle lifted her fingers to her still parted lips; her wide, moist gaze drifting back and forth in Curran’s profound azure one as he admitted his feelings and the want to keep her close, which was just where she’d wanted to be.

The absence of his balmy, soothing hand on her cheek drew a disappointed little sigh from Elle’s lips, and her porcelain brow creased in confusion when the young man opened his arms as if in invitation to really see him, all of him. The delicate blonde closed her eyes and went back to that night; remembering what had happened with the wolf, Curran, and the mugger so that she could hold onto what was true about the reverie, and what she’d believed to be dream.

Inhaling sharply and lifting her pale hand to her pounding heart Elle opened her eyes and nodded; never feeling so much conviction than in this moment in her entire nineteen years.
“Show me, Curran. I want to believe you. I want to see you. The real you.”




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Tag-- Curran and Family ♥
Words-- 830
--wearin'--
Lyrics-- Enchanted
Notes-- I'm sorry there's not a lot of dialogue, punkin'. She is just speechless atm. XD .

[Curran Aiden Pettelli]

He smiled, her words sending a small jolt of what could only be described as happiness through his body, spreading through vein’s like a drug he never wished to get rid off. If this was what it was like to feel this, if this was what all those other people went through, what his pack went through when they .... Curran was getting ahead of himself. He’d been dating Elle a little over a month, and it was bad enough he had already scared the beautiful blonde away once tonight. It was best not to try for twice. Still smiling, curran started to unbutton his shirt, when he remembered the small lump in his pocket.

”Oh, wait, first... your present”He smiled. ”Even if after, you decide you don’t want to get into this level of crazy”He said, pulling out the small >>silver chain<< from his pocket, and stepping forward once more to chain it around her neck, so that the small snowflake sat just in the hollow of her neck. ”Well, I still want you to have this.”He stole another kiss from the corner of her mouth and cupped her cheek a final time before stepping back again, and finishing unbuttoning his shirt. If he ruined this one, Momma would never forgive him.

He peeled the fabric from his skin, and tossed it onto the first at the side. Despite the cold he was still warm, his skin lacking the tan he had in the summer, the lines of his lean torso were only accentuated by the moonlight cast on them, until fur began to grow, long silvery coloured fur. The transformation took only a moment as Curran fell forward onto all four, paws now replacing the boys hands, paws the flexed in the frost. Big amber eyes gazed back at Elle as Curran sat back, his tail curling around his body and one of his ears flicked in the cold. He was now a wolf – but one nearly twice the size of a normal wolf. There where scientific reasons behind this of course – the replacement of mass, but it was hard to explain if you didn’t spend the last four years of your life studying physics.

Curran tilted his large head and whined a little, waiting for her reaction. Tentatively, he stood and took a few steps forward, and rested his overlarge head on her knee, staring up at her with his big eyes. See, they said, not scary, nothing to be frightened off. Still me.

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TAGGING Elle!
WORDS 420. !
WEARING CURRAN !
MUMMEH !
DADDEH !
NOTES No worries behbeh :)Sorry mines so short though!!
LYRICS DECK THE HALLS DUH !
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[Elle Nora Taylor]

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Elle was surprised at her own curiosity; the willingness to believe in something that before tonight had only been real in fairytales or movies and books involving angsty teenagers and their unrealistic problems.
Who would Bella choose? The enigmatic vampire Edward, or the kind and very tanned werewolf Jacob.
How could the willowy blonde ever fathom that this bright and jovial young man was anything but a flesh and bone human being? What did it really mean that he was the wolf from her nightly visions, come to life beyond that hazy dream world? Surely, it must be some kind of metaphorical meaning, for the tales of men turning to beasts were merely myths made up to scare children out of the dangerous woods. Right? Right?!

All of these unfathomable thoughts were stolen from Elle’s bewildered mind when her broad azure eyes fell on Curran’s nimble fingers undoing the button of his shirt. She swallowed thickly, but to no avail, as the knot there seemed to be made of wood; maybe wild wood, who knew really, but it wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.
He was taking off his clothes?
Of course, the transformation from boy to wolf must do a number on clothing seams, she realized with a little shake of her curly head.
So what should she do now? Get undressed too? Oh…of course not you silly girl!
Elle tried swallowing again and her fingers went up to nudge at that pesky knot. Nope. Still wasn’t moving.

But before the young man undid another button on his shirt, he stopped, and Elle was able to gulp down the lump in her throat before he had a chance to place the dainty silver chain around it. Her shaking fingers came up to touch the necklace as if it were a miracle and her sapphire orbs (having dried by now) grew moist again as the innocent beam turned up the corners of her supple peach painted lips.
“It’s…beautiful…” Elle whispered and sniffled a little, now almost in tears from contentment whereas just moments before it had been from heartbreak.

The girl shook her blonde ringlets in negation; believing that there was no way, no matter how crazy, she could leave now.

Curran touched her upturned mouth with his and Elle imagined a spark of electricity flickered between them, and her fingertips moved from the silver and diamond snowflake up to her lips; as if holding on to a secret that had been whispered across them.
Hand against her silent mouth, Elle’s wide eyes followed Curran’s fingers as they tugged the buttons free from their material prisons so that the shirt was lost, along then the rest of the garments; her blamelessly curious gaze drifting over the moonlit skin of her boyfriend. They drank in his sinewy muscles and strong lines as if thirsty from the desert; and Elle found no matter how self-conscious she was by his state of undress, she could not turn her eyes away.

The transformation from Curran- the man to Curran- the wolf, was nothing short of miraculous; and Elle inhaled sharply, amazed as well as terrified when the silver pelt sprung from the smooth pale skin and limbs shifted and the figure fell from an upright position on legs to all fours on clawed paws.

The heart that had been beating so furiously in her chest now stilled completely and the girl realized she couldn’t breathe. This…wasn’t real…This…was all too magical.
The urge to run struck Elle like a bolt of lightening, but the desire was ephemeral when she took in the large stunning form with a darting stare; the tail, the sheer size, the eyes, so different from Curran’s in color as well as in the shape of the pupil and dimension…but…within them she could see his charming smile, his anticipation…his trust in her, and the wish for a return of that trust.

Elle didn’t even realize she had been trembling so, that is until her knees gave out and she plopped back down on that stony wall she had perched on before. The wolf-- Curran, came forward and laid his head on her knee, and for the moment, the girl was too stunned to react.

Of its own accord, her trembling hand came up and gently, tentatively touched the soft fur between his ears. It was like velvet between her fingertips, and a whispery smile wrote itself across her lips.
The other hand found its way to his thick neck, and this time, with a little more purpose, she explored his back, his front legs, and even those massive paws with broad black claws.

She wasn’t afraid. She was…in awe.

Elle let the fingers of her right hand fall to the creature’s muzzle, and laughing a little, she tickled the wide black nose at the end of it. The other hand, which had been absently scratching the wolf behind the ear, came down to rest underneath his lower jaw so that she could pick up his head and look him directly in the eyes.

“Curran? Are you in there?” Elle’s smile was radiant as her cobalt eyes drifted back and forth in his moon glowing ocher ones. “This is…amazing. -You- are amazing. Please tell me that I’m not dreaming…”


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Tag-- Curran and Family ♥
Words-- 876
--wearin'--
Lyrics-- Enchanted
Notes-- Sal'right shuggah. Quality is better than quantity is what I believe. It was amazing

[Curran Aiden Pettelli]

Curran flattened an ear back against his head and shut his eyes, taking from the ear scratch and the feel of her hands on her fur the simply pleasure every animal takes from a good scratch. Hey, don’t judge him – For the Curran the wolf the movement of her hands were as hypnotising as watching a pocket watch swing back and forth, without the unfortunate after effect of clucking like a chicken or something just as embarrassing. Besides, he took comfort from the way her hands wandered over him, as her hands got used to him – at least she wasn’t running away from him screaming about werewolves. At least she wasn’t trying to garrotte him with the silver necklace he had just clasped around her neck.

He sat, still and as calm as he could muster whilst her hands and eyes scanned his from, flicking one of his large ears as he sat. There was a reason Curran had ADHD, and right now you could see it as he sat there, from the way his ears flicked and turned with every small sound, but also in the way’s you could not see directly – the way his nose sampled ever scent. But he focused on only one. He had loved the way Elle had smelled every time he had hugged her – the faint smell of her shampoo, her soap, her perfume, the ever existent smell of the pies she baked every day – it was a strange mixture of sugar, vanilla and chemical – but he loved it.

When her hand moved to his jaw, Curran was unresisting to her movement and looked back into her eyes. Yes, this was him, there he was. Still all here, still all him... just with a bit more hair than what she was used too. He whined happily, and one perhaps might expect him to start thumping his tail. As was, that was something Dogs did, not wolves – instead Curran flattered his ears and squirmed, making soft noises in his throat and shuffling his front paws. Oh, he wanted to run around and leap after the dust specks he could see floating across his vision – for that moment in time he was very much like an excited Cub. So Yes, he was still Curran – perhaps just a little more Excitable than normal.

Grinning to himself, Curran licked her cheek, proving that indeed it was real, that she wasn’t dreaming and whined again, squirming. After a second, he pulled away and bounded around in the snow, unable to contain himself anymore he howled, briefly, telling his family everything in the single pitched note. Well, there. That was going to make Christmas easier. He rolled in the snow and shook himself, before bouncing back, his ears still flattened against his head as he rubbed himself against her legs, his long tail wrapping around her for a second.

Was it possibly for him to be any happier right then? Curran didn’t think so.

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TAGGING Elle!
WORDS 494. !
WEARING CURRAN !
MUMMEH !
DADDEH !
NOTES Imma have him turn back next me think XD!!
LYRICS DECK THE HALLS DUH !
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[Elle Nora Taylor]

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The lithe blonde shuddered, but it was more from the cold than the experience that had just played out before her. Honestly, Elle couldn’t comprehend why she was as calm as she was at the moment. Not only was there a massive silver wolf in her lap; gleaming pointed teeth and all, but it just so happened to be her boyfriend, who had only moments before been standing on two legs and wearing a mischievous grin she had come to adore.

She asked of the creature a rhetorical question, laying her cheek across his immense furry head ( he was much bigger than normal wolves she had seen at the zoo or on television ) and sighed reflectively, knowing inside her that the answer to the inquiry was most definitely yes. She wondered if could he even understand her while wearing this pelt covered form. Certainly normal people didn’t comprehend snuffles and growls and the throaty sounds that wolves made, so could he; wearing the fur and the fangs, understand her human tones?

As if he -did- recognize human vocabulary, the Wolf replied without words; whimpering and pawing the snowy ground with those enormous mitts.
He licked her cheek like a regular ole’ pooch which caused the blonde to giggle and squirm and scrunch her nose up playfully, and she clapped her hands, her laughter becoming a twinkling sound as she watched the big silver canine bound around in the snow like a puppy; happy, obviously at her ability to trust instead of running away like he probably assumed.

This was crazy, but Elle felt…capricious. It really was a fairytale and though she wasn’t a princess, she felt a little like…Red Riding Hood.
A snort escaped her nose at that thought, and she realized she almost had the costume down; all she needed was the crimson hooded cape to go with her red dress.

The Curran-canine came back and stroked her legs with his frame; wrapping her in his plush tail like some expensive wolf coat. She beamed happily and stroked the velvet pelt again; content to explore this new side of her boyfriend, but missing that impish grin, those sapphire eyes, and the voice that could make her melt.
Of course…she wasn’t going to let him off as easy; what with dropping this kind of bomb on her. No…certainly not.

Standing, she ran her fingers across the wolf’s back, scratching just at the base of his tailbone before bending down to pick up the clothes he’d discarded before shifting.

“Oh look Curran!” She teased, holding them against her stomach and smiling at him with impish sparkling eyes. “I’ve got your clothes!”
She laughed and turned, bounding back toward the house with a single playful look over her shoulder to see if he gave chase. There had to be a thousand things that made having a werewolf for a boyfriend extraordinary, but she imagined running wild was one of the better ones.



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Tag-- Curran and Family ♥
Words-- 491
--wearin'--
Lyrics-- Enchanted
Notes-- ooh...naked tag? Ya' think?

[Curran Aiden Pettelli]

Currans plan had been to turn back and discretely get dressed before his parents missed them, especially since the rest of his family was due to start turning up any time now, and Elle had yet to meet his Dad. However, that plan of his went somewhat flying out the proverbial window when Elle decided that clothes were apparently a luxury he didn’t deserve. He sat in the snow for a second and watched her run, his head coked to one side as she ran from him laughing, his clothes in a bundle in her arms.

Well, that’s not fair!

Jumping up, Curran bark whined and gave chase, ears flat against his head as he charged after her, leaving deep paw prints in the snow – it was really a good thing that their nearest neighbours were over three miles away – they might find a bit strange should they otherwise decided to look out their window and see a young blonde being chased by a wolf that looked like it had been on some form of steroid for the entirety of its life. Well, if Curran looked he’d probably find it quite funny, but given the gun slinging ways of stereotypical Texans, he was pretty sure that if someone else saw it they might shoot first and kick the corpse later, if you get my drift.

Curran gave chase into the house, skidding and tripping over his paws as he hit the ceramic of the kitchen floor, the snow clinging to his fur and between his pads creating a form of skate as he slid across the room and hit the wall with a yelp. This did not stop him however, and with a shake of his great head he stood up, whined again and ran after her, quickly getting used to the new skating motion of his paws on the floor.

Slipping past his dad as he wandered out of the living room, Curran grinned at him and darted around Elle’s feet, trying to grab his clothes from her arms.

”uhh... Honey.... I think i had too much egg nog...” His father yelled, spinning on his heel and wandering back into the living room, and away from his wolfy son and his girlfriend.

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TAGGING Elle!
WORDS 494. !
WEARING CURRAN !
MUMMEH !
DADDEH !
NOTES Imma have him turn back next me think XD!!
LYRICS DECK THE HALLS DUH !
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[Elle Nora Taylor]

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Elle was having the time of her life; forgetting altogether that she was playing chase with a wolf with jaws so big he could probably swallow her whole head. It was Curran drawing a blissful smile across her winter colored cheeks and luring the playful giggles from her lips… not a monster; despite the size and point of the fangs in his large muzzle.
The blonde’s steps were whispers across the perfect snow as he pursued her; sapphire eyes twinkling so that they compared to the stars above; even more so, for the stars were covetous that they were hidden behind a gauzy blanket of mist.
Was it so ridiculous that she felt relief that the boy hadn’t been breaking up with her, but merely warning her that he was a living, breathing fairytale creature? At the moment she didn’t care. Her soul felt so much freedom it was all the girl could do to keep her heart from flying towards those envious stars.

Clinging to the snow moistened clothes, the girl with ringlet curls fled into the house and through the parlor; cheeks blushing deeper when she realized she’d greeted Curran’s father with the intrusion, though they hadn’t really been introduced at all.
Elle paused and hugged the clothing tighter, averting her mortified gaze from the handsome man before she seized up like a deer in the sights of a predator.

The off-duty waitress realized in this moment that she was, in fact, an interloper into this enchanted story. Curran was a wolf; there was no doubt in her mind that his parents, and most likely the family she could hear pulling up the drive outside, were werewolves too.
Elle was something like the person who read the story out loud by the candle’s glow; a girl wishing the words would come to life by way of some spell as soon as they left her lips. She inhaled deeply and told herself to breathe, and looked up just as Mr. Pettelli was taking his leave.
“Excuse me!” She murmured in apology for the intrusion, but the sound came out as more a croak than a whisper, and then she laughed nervously, meeting Curran in his wide amber eyes and shrugging her shoulders a little.

When the sound of a boisterous crowd came from just outside the family home, Elle whimpered and started up the stairs, leading her boyfriend the wolf back up to the place she felt most comfortable besides the cage of his arms.
Curran’s room felt ten time’s warmer this time; less overwhelming, and when the werewolf bounded in after her she closed the door quickly behind them.

“I’m not ready for that yet.” Elle told Curran in regards to the sound of his extended kin coming loudly into the house downstairs. “But neither are you considering I have your clothes…”
She chuckled and held them to her breast, forcing a pensive smile to her mouth so that he couldn’t tell how truly panicky she was. “I’ll make you a deal, Curran. I will trade the clothes for another kiss. One like you gave me outside…” Elle blushed and her breath came out in a rush before she tossed the clothes on the bed and turned her gaze to the window to give him some privacy.

Her heart was beating fast now, and the pale hands trembling as she clasped them against her chest. Elle’s wide azure gaze was turned to the snowy scene outside the window, but instead of seeing darkness and white falling flurries, she was curiously focusing on the outline of the figure behind her.
“You know, I haven’t believed in magic for a long, long time.” She murmured breathlessly; seeing in the glass the shape of the wolf become a young man. “Since I was a little girl…”

Her gaze fell to give Curran some discretion, and she narrowed her eyes to focus on the fine layer of white that had collected just on the other side of the glass. “I guess I started to believe again that night I met you, and every time you drop me off at home or I hang up the phone and I can’t keep this stupid smile off my face.”

Elle realized she was prattling, and maybe trying to force herself to distraction to keep from turning around prematurely lest she see something that might embarrass them both, so she continued; the confession falling from her lips as easily as breathing.

“You know my father once told me a horrible story about werewolves, and how they hurt people and stole the happiness from life. He was talking about my mother’s death and I believed he was blaming the murder on something that could never, ever be real because he was so afraid to admit the truth…”

Elle turned around without thinking about it, suddenly caught up in the reverie of her father’s words and the ghost of her mother’s death. “I don’t think you could ever hurt me…could you Curran?” The heart stilled in her breast and her eyes widened, and she faced the young man again.




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Tag-- Curran and Family ♥
Words-- 853
--wearin'--
Lyrics-- Enchanted
Notes-- Good, Lawd. Mah girl is addicted to them kisses already