#Artem vc: Im ready to go home damn//

[prerodinu]

Artem was exhausted, setting up deals always made him so, plus he never actually slept good away from home. He always sent Katia to do things so he didn't have to worry himself half to death.

Now that he was noticing the time, he was worried. Castor hasn’t called and he wasn’t expecting a glowing review but he was expecting SOMETHING at least by now. He noticed that Dacian and Aurel were busy and that was fine. He had enough time to call Katia to let her know and give her approval.

She didn’t care just like he didn’t. Money wasn’t s big deal to them at least not currently. Maybe in millennia they could worry about it.

“Probably being a menace.” Castor was a particular brand of warmth. He talked a lot and not always when he should but Artem trusted him and that was enough.

It was only when Toshiro scaled him, looking for the window that he realized what was happening.

Artem was slow to get outside, blinking several times as Castor came up behind Wyatt with a sheepish smile on his features.

“Hey Artem!” He was gonna wave but a glare from Aurel who was standing behind Eliot kept him from saying much.

“You can say his name. Castor. It’s respectful. Just as your name is Wyatt and I won’t be insulting you either by calling you an asshole who needs to get laid.” He grasped onto the back of Toshiro's shirt shoving him behind himself. He wasn’t going to let the other get hurt cause Castor couldn’t remember details.

“Now, Toshiro and I were getting to know each other and I don’t particularly care for others insulting my own or Toshiro. Or interrupting me when I am getting to know someone as handsome as Toshiro. So Wyatt-” Artem laced his fingers with Toshiros leaning himself against the doorframe with a slow-growing smile.

“Shall we talk like adults, so I can make you a lot of fucking money and solve that vampire problem? Or you wanna burn the forest down which I’m sure is going to go well since it’s spelled to protect Toshiro and the pack even if it was your brand of magic I don’t think murdering an Alpha or attempting to would get you anywhere safely out of here.” He raised an eyebrow before his gaze went around to everyone who seemed to be gathering now to watch whatever was going to happen.

♚ — @prerodinu ;; in which Wyatt does nothing normally.

   Toshiro was attempting to balance Pack duties on top of negotiating with Ceto and Chyrvin, on top of court duties, on top of his restless wolf that wasn’t communicating very well with him on what the damn problem was–when he felt a jerk in the Pack bond and was suddenly filled with anxiety. It took him a whole two seconds, in which part of that was him physically climbing over Artem to get to the window to figure out why. 

   “Where is your witch?” Toshiro shot at the Alpha behind him before yanking the front door open and heading outside. He got a whole of two steps out of the Pack House before Wyatt shot a ball of fucking light at him and took out one the support beams on his house. Toshiro dodged to the side, rolled across the ground before it fell on him and quickly climbed back up to his feet. In that time Elliot had come running out of his own house and was currently looking like he was going to maul Wyatt. “What the fuck Wyatt?” 

   “You don’t have a doorbell.” He shrugged. 

   Shrugged–Toshiro was going to rip his throat out with his fucking teeth. 

   The Witch took a few steps forward, rolling his index finger and thumb together on his right hand, the other tucked behind his back. He inclined his head slightly and let his daze dart around, lingering a few minutes on Elliot. “I think you’re working tonight. Maybe keep the murderous look to a minimum or I’ll stick you on upstairs cleanup.” He shifts and drags his gaze back over to the man behind Toshiro. “You Artem? Had a visit from one of your dogs, fucking annoying chihuahua with a rambling personality.” 

   He’s closer now, enough that Toshiro’s wolf is telling him to go for his damn throat. He can feel a growl forming in his throat, claws digging into the palms of his hands. Wyatt meets Artem’s gaze, completely dismissing the angry rat dog near him. “What fucking Vampire are you trying to make a deal with me over? Because if it’s one fucking Reid, I’ll burn this damn forest down with you in it.”

   And Toshiro finally lunges for him.