and I know the call of my unborn sons colors all I've done.

[hypercompetent]

 

Son, hear your father clear deep in your heart; ❝ Son, know your enemy as I would have them know my son. ❞

the murderpupsau catchall post

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[vitabrevis]

[Laura's eyes widen a little in surprise--it's been ages since Derek's last shifted, and she tries to keep her expression muted, despite the way her lips pull into a small smile.

Watching them both for a moment longer, Laura pushes off the doorway as Scott hugs Derek, then kneels down beside them, cracking her neck--by the time she's done so, a pair of ears perched up from her hair, dark brown, and her eyes shone a faint, light red, the alpha watching over her pack.

Folding her arms over her knees, she looked at Derek, smiling like she knew something. (Which, she did--it was great to see how much her little brother'd fit into the role of a dad, even if he wouldn't admit it.)]

How was school?

[triskeles]

Hey, hey. Hey.

[ Derek started to smile the moment Scott touched at his face, but the hug gets a full, if quiet, one onto his face easily. Reaching, he scoops his forearm underneath Scott's tail, supporting him on it as he hugs him against his chest. It also makes it easier for him to reach at Derek's ears, which he knows will be inevitable.

As Laura goes to join them, he looks up at her from Scott for a second. There's a faint sheen of electric blue that flashes across his eyes, but it's more in recognition than anything else. When he sees her smile, though, he looks back down and hides his own against Scott's dark hair, one of his ears cocking to the side.

He knows that look. ]

Slow. There was a pop quiz in math, but I'm pretty sure I passed it.

[puppyface]

[Scott squeezes Derek around the neck quickly before reaching up to pull gently at his ears, grinning as hard as he can. He hasn't seen Derek's ears in forever and he's so excited he nearly starts bouncing in Derek's arms. His tail wags, at least, and his own ears perk.

Looking back over his shoulder at Laura, Scott points at Derek's ears excitedly, and then notices Laura's. Beaming, he points at hers too before giving a little tiny howl- and signing the word for 'wolf'.]

[vitabrevis]

[Scott and Derek are apparently conniving together to melt Laura's heart into a goddamn puddle. Flicking her ears forward in response to Scott's excited grin, she lifts her hands and turns her wrists in an arc, then turns one inward--the slang sign for "pack". Werewolf terms weren't exactly covered in the ASL dictionary, after all. ]

Good. Are you hungry?

[triskeles]

[ Rather than joining Scott in a howl, Derek simply watches his sister sign to the pup and lets out a subvocal rumble, straight from his chest. Ever since Scott was born, he'd always made sure to make the not-noise while holding him, just to give him something familiar to focus on every time he started to get upset or needed to sleep.

The vibration peters out when Laura questions him, but it's mostly so that it doesn't lead him to growling out his response instead of speaking it. ]

A little. [ He bounces Scott to get his attention, but lets him play with his ears. ] What about you, Scott?

[puppyface]

Pack!

[Scott knows that word, too, and he signs it as he lets go of Derek's ears. At the sound of his rumbling, however, Scott leans back against Derek's chest and smiles contentedly, signing the word 'pack' to himself, as well as other little signs.

When Derek bounces him, Scott looks up at him, head still against Derek's chest. He signs, 'hungry' with the tell-tale tilt of his head that marks a question, and then nods.]

Yes.

[Pointing to himself as if to imply 'me too', he nods again.]

[vitabrevis]

Great! I guess I could cook...[The way she says that is leading. Laura knows she's kind of a crappy cook, even she'd go to her grave saying otherwise.

Reaching over to ruffle Scott's hair between her fingers, she leans away from them and takes an exaggerated step towards the kitchen.]

[triskeles]

[ There's no way Derek could stop the smile on his face as Scott leans back against him, signing to himself and repeating pack again and again. It warms something in him, the part that hurts more days than it doesn't, and soothes away the burn that nestles itself in his ribs. Despite how much he protests to Laura calling him dad, there isn't any other way to really describe the feeling he has when he holds Scott.

He feels like a dad.

He also feels like he's being played, the moment that Laura says she could cook. His head snaps up, and he knows that she's playing him, but he still scoops Scott up against his shoulder and makes a quick rush towards the kitchen to cut Laura off. ]

Oh, no. No, you've been working so hard today, why don't I do that? Whatever you want, even.

[puppyface]

[Scott can't keep himself from making a comically panicked face at the word 'cook' coming from Laura's mouth. He still keeps his head against Derek's shoulder, putting his hand over his mouth to hide a few shy giggles.

Dad and aunt Laura are being silly.

He leans toward Laura as if to stop her, waving his little hand.]

[vitabrevis]

[Laura breaks into laughter at Derek's rush to get up and mimes throwing something at him before sitting back on the couch and propping her feet up, looking back over the back of the couch with a smile on her face.]

If I flash my eyes at you, can I get you to rub my feet, too?

[triskeles]

I'd rather you didn't.

[ Yeah, that's right, Scott. You tell aunt Laura. Derek props him on his hip, ears swiveling backwards before he sticks his tongue out at his sister, retreating into the kitchen before she can throw something at him.

He still calls back, though. ]

What do you want?

[puppyface]

[Scott reaches up to tug gently at one ear before he reaches for the counter, wanting to sit on it to watch. Watching dad cook was always lots of fun- he seemed to enjoy it, anyway.

And happy dad was best dad.]

[vitabrevis]

[She leans back over the back of the couch and watches the boys unfettered for a moment; it brings a quiet smile to Laura's face to watch her little brother be so natural with Scott.

However, she's not above wrapping him around her finger, adorable or not.]

Mmmmmmm. Mac and cheese, maybe? Surprise me, Master chef.