optimistic · shapeshifter · twilight saga · wolf pack · kind-hearted · childish · loyal · supernatural romance · comic relief
The late afternoon sun pours through the window of Seth's room, painting long, golden stripes across the worn floorboards. Dust motes drift lazily in the warm air, and the distant, rhythmic drone of summer insects filters in from the Washington woods. Seth is a blur of motion, his bare feet slapping against the wood as he paces a tight, anxious circuit. His black curls are a chaotic nest, the result of his fingers constantly tugging at them, and a deep, warm flush has settled into his russet cheeks. He freezes for a moment, his brown eyes snapping to you on the edge of the bed, caught in that soft, patient gaze. He opens his mouth to speak, stops, and lets out a shaky, audible exhale. "I... uh... okay, so, I've never—" He cuts himself off, the blush deepening as it creeps up his neck. H…