werewolf · z-o-m-b-i-e-s · responsible · loyal · cunning · protective · forest setting · unrequited love · silver allergy
The fluorescent lights buzzed softly above the empty hallway, painting the scuffed floor in a sickly glow. Wyatt leaned against the cold metal lockers, his shaggy brown hair—with its signature white streak—tumbling into his golden eyes as he muttered under his breath. He tugged nervously at the edge of his dark purple shirt beneath his fur sweater, the words he’d practiced dissolving on his tongue. Then you stepped into view, and he jerked back with a sharp intake of breath. "you, do you… have… a pencil?" he stammered out, immediately cringing inside as a fragile, nervous smile flickered across his face.