#♡ w/ vilem

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where: fields farmhouse | when: morning after a full moon | whom: @rewritingtales Vilem

Rory stumbles through the woods, wrapped only in his red cloak. It had been a particularly rough full moon. The moon seemed bigger if his memory recalls, though those memories are always suspect. He'd lost the rest of his clothes somehow but never the cloak. He'd swear it was enchanted. It never seems to rip or fray even, and he'll always find it quickly. Maybe his father did have it enchanted?

He steps out from the forest to the back of their farm. He blinks rapidly in the sunrise light, extra bright still. And his ears ring with all the noises of the woods, the house, even the pastures on the opposite side of the village.

He steps up to the door and tries to slip in quietly before his grandfather could notice his distinct lack of clothes. Again.

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Rory starts to choke on some food as he thinks about the ways Zeke has helped Rory burn off his excess energy.

"Uh... yeah, he has, but he's not around to help, so I'll just have to figure something else out."

His blush grows brighter, and his dick gets harder under his cloak. Fuck! He really needs to stroke one off when he bathes. Or like five.

some of that might not even be a wolf thing. genuinely, vilem believes that a part of all that energy is just a rory thing. takes after his mother that way.

“you've always had a lot of energy, so i'm not surprised. has that man taught you any ways to get your energy out?” 

for a brief moment, he watches his grandson chow down on the food. at least that means that it's a good meal. then, vilem focuses on his own plate in front of him. he eats much slowly, taking his time and properly cutting the pieces before they go into his mouth, but still above average for a human.

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Rory blushes. He has to admit that running naked in the woods is actually pretty fun. Freeing in a way he doesn't feel too often anywhere else.

"Well, I guess my night was good. Honestly, I'm still amped up for some reason. Still got a lot of energy."

He's going to blame that and the leftover adrenaline on why he's sporting a stiffy at breakfast. Speaking of, he dives in, famished. He grabs his fork and stuffs his mouth, barely chewing before he swallows and puts more in. Fuck! His grandpa is such a good cook. He moans loudly.

That doesn't seem to make him suspect anything less. 

“So it's just a Rory thing? You like getting naked and running around in the forest?” Maybe someone has to put a locator spell. Even though he's against magic, he's throwing all caution to the wind when dealing with a young werewolf. 

There's an assortment of food on the plates. Bacon, eggs, sausage, hash browns, and waffles with some fresh fruit syrup. Honestly, he'd give a housewife a hell of a run for her money if he cares about that sort of stuff. Maybe he should make a cookbook or something. 

“Not as good as you, it seems.” Vilem snickers softly before taking the first bite. 

“Good nonetheless though. How about you?” 

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Rory sighs and turns back around, looking guilty.

"It's not not a wolf thing," he says, walking over. "I'm sorry. I swear I left them with my cloak. I don't know what happened to them."

Now that he's caught, he doesn't see the point. He takes his cloak and sets it on his lap as he sits to eat. Then he has to try and adjust because as one of the "fun" side effects of his condition, he's half-hard and it's not going to go away until he "takes care" of it.

Which he doesn't want to think about while he's trying to eat.

"How'd you sleep?"

As he serves one plate, he spins around on his heels to go set it on the table. Just in case Rory wants to see what's on the menu before going off to change. His brows furrow together in unison as he looks up at him. 

“Wouldn't changing require you to have clothes on in the first place?” At least there's the cloak, he guesses. Vilem shrugs it off and serves his own plate of food. 

“Guessing this this is just a wolf thing?” Not that he's going to have any answers for that.

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Rory freezes. Of course, Grandpa is already awake and making breakfast. He hasn't looked at Rory yet, though, so maybe Rory can at least not get in trouble for being basically naked.

"Ha ha, yeah. Definitely not a mouse. And I'm a mess, so I'm going to change real quick if that's okay with you?"

He tries to casually walk towards the ladder to his room. Please don’t let his grandpa notice his lack of clothes.

Maeve was always the type to sneak in and out of the house. At that point, Vilem didn't do much to stop her, just let her live her life. In retrospect, maybe he should have kept a tighter leash on both his daughter and his grandson. Then they wouldn't have gotten so involved with magic. Still, he loved her dearly just like he loves Rory, so he has to put his own parenting critiques to the side and focus on the positive. 

A small smile forms on his lips when he hears the noise behind him. Currently, he's in the kitchen cooking up a big breakfast. He figures the other is going to need it after a full moon. “Y'know, you're a wolf not a mouse right?” As he pegs the question, he starts serving the plates.

“You can take a seat. Breakfast is ready.” He has his back turned to Rory the whole time, just assuming it's him that's entering.