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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2014 1:18 pm
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Well, Max had been right about one thing: Alistair did hardly notice he was around. Of course he could sense him and smell him, but the guy wasn't nearly as obnoxious and in-your-face as he had been before. It was a bit unsettling, seeing him acting like, well, a hunter.
Alistair noticed that the shorter man wasn't sleeping much if at all, which was also worrying. Hunter or not Max was still a human and wouldn't do very well if weakened by a lack of sleep. One night after dinner, Alistair stood behind Max as he worked, leaning and and nuzzling his neck. "Why don't you stop poring over those books for one night?" he said. "You should take some time to relax. It's not as if anything is going to happen until the next full moon anyway." he kissed lightly at his jaw, "Seeing you so serious...it's got me on edge." he didn't want to admit it, but Max's boisterous and nosy personality had rubbed off on him a little.
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Posted: Mon Mar 03, 2014 2:17 pm
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Was he stupid? Max had been here already for a week, and he'd showered a few times. He knew how to use the show- when the door opened and Alistair came in, Max was indeed in the process of drying off, and he didn't stop either when the other just stared. Instead, Max wrapped the towel around his waist and stood there, watching the others expression. He knew why he was being stared at. Everyone did it when Max was seen naked.
And everyone had a good reason to stare.
Max was, more or less, covered in head to toe with scars. Granted, they started below the neck, but he had so many. And one new one from Alistair still near his neck. He was a Hunter, so it only made sense. Various bites and scratches-- but the oldest ones... they were quite obvious.
A long time ago, a werewolf had hurt Max badly.
"Alistair," he finally said, snapping his fingers.
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