His shirt fell open, and Valentine shrugged it off, letting it hit the floor. His skin was fair, covered in patches of dark hair and various scars... and bruises. The change took it's toll, and some months were worse then others. Then there was the wolf itself- and unpredictable creature. Some nights it simply ate and slept, but others... Other nights it threw itself against the door, howling and scratching, desperate to be free. The ace didn't seem to bother the creature, but it meant Val would often wake up even more beaten and broken than usual.
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Date: 2015-03-08 04:20 am (UTC)Still, he drew no attention to them as he smiled.
"Would you feel more at ease with some music on?"