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[Open] You're mine 'til the sun comes up

Who: Scott McCall

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Where: Generally outside anywhere, he's roaming about.
When: Sunset on 9/9
Rating: Teen
Summary: Full Moon's out so Scott's prowling about outside to de-stress.
The Story:

Scott really wasn't entirely sure he knew why he felt like he was crawling out of his skin. It was the full moon, yes, but he'd redeveloped an anchor, so it shouldn't be as bad as it was. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that he had this sinking feeling that things have just been too easy lately. Whatever the case, he decided a stroll around the grounds would be a fairly decent idea. If he did start to lose control, he could dart into the woods and calm himself down or claw up a few trees in frustration.

The fresh air did wonders for his antsy, cooped up feeling. He could already feel the crawling under his skin lessen, despite being directly in the moon's glow. Maybe a trip to the training room was in order. If he wasn't afraid he'd break something, he might actually go for that idea.

[OOC: Scott can be found roaming around just about anywhere outside! Feel free to bump into him wherever you like. As always, prose is wonderful, but I don't mind bracketspam either. <3]

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"Heh, punching something sounds pretty good right now, but that's probably a really bad idea." He rubs the back of his neck, looking sheepish. "I guess since you know about me already, it doesn't hurt to tell you a little more. See, a werewolf on the full moon isn't forced to shift like in the movies. They're definitely more likely to shift, though. Everything's heightened. I mean everything. But you learn to control it." Except he was still having nightmares from time to time about losing himself and becoming a monster like Peter or Deucalion had been. Some of those nightmares were influenced by his mirror.

"So yeah, I shouldn't punch anything. That was my point." He laughs. "Lately I've just been coming out here and letting my senses sort themselves out."

"So, what's keeping you up and restless tonight? Just feeling cooped up, or is something bothering you?" He asks, concern creasing his features and lacing his voice.

It's a state she's familiar with, considering how close she is to Bruce and his own struggles with the other side of his personality. "Sometimes it depends on the sort of punching you do - there are styles that are created for clearing your mind, focusing yourself. But I can see how getting yourself worked up might be bad. Have you tried meditation?" she says it teasingly, but there's truth there as well. Again, something Bruce frequently falls back on. Maybe she should set the two of them up to talk sometime.

His question has her giving him a fond look and lifting one shoulder in a slight shrug. "I don't sleep as much as some people. And sometimes even less than normal. Just a lot on my mind at the moment, I guess."

"Something like Tai Chi?" He asks almost eagerly curious. "I haven't like... tried the whole sitting criss-cross style on a rock or anything, but the best way to get through a full moon is to focus." As if to demonstrate, he closes his eyes, because he does feel safe around her, and takes a slow, deep breath. "Breathe, and lower your heart rate." He takes a few more slow, deep breaths. "Focus on your anchor." When his eyes open again, they seem clearer, his heart rate was slower, and he actually seemed more at ease. "That's been hard up until recently. I mean, it didn't used to be, but something happened at home just before I got here that made it difficult." He shrugs, but listens to what she says next.

"If you ever wanna talk about stuff bothering you, I'm pretty good at listening. Even if I probably have like, zero useful information to offer." He laughs softly. "Sometimes it just helps to talk."

"Tai chi can be good for it. I have a friend who uses jiu jitsu. He seems to find it helpful in clearing his mind and focusing."

She falls silent when he gives himself a moment to do just that, her attention on the way his form relaxes, the other subtle clues in his body language that give away what he's doing, telling her just as clearly as his use of enhanced senses might. She can't hear his heartbeat, but that doesn't mean she's not aware of what he's aiming for.

"Your anchor. You've mentioned that before. What is that, if I may ask?"

She gives him a fond smile for his offer, dipping her head in a nod. "It does, I agree. Even if I am, occasionally, inherently bad at it. But I'll keep it in mind, if I ever need someone to spill to. At the moment... there are secrets I have to keep. It's not something I can spill so easily."

To anyone. Because she holds far more than even those closest to her know. Sometimes, on nights like this, it weighs on her more heavily than others.

"Jiu Jitsu? Wow, that'd be awesome to learn, actually. It's supposed to be really relaxing too, right? Sort of a mind and body sync. Is that Captain America's thing?" Scott, you're too eager to learn everything. Try one thing at a time.

But he looks up, considering that question deeply, because it is a pretty deep question. "An anchor is literally something that anchors you and keeps you in control. If I lose control," he fidgets and rubs at his tattooed arm for a moment. "I'd be the equivalent of a rabid animal. Friend, foe, family, it would all look the same. I'd act on whatever desire I felt and not event think once about the consequences. Anchors are different from person to person, obviously. Because it has to be something special to you. Something that helps you stay calm and in control. A friend of mine, his is anger. Mine was..." His words choke off for a moment. He had her again. There was no reason for him to lose it. "Mine's love. It's Allison. Or, it was. I think about her and it brings my focus back." Or, it used to. "A new wolf needs to be taught control, until then, they're a loose canon on the full moon. The Alpha usually takes on that task until the new Beta learns control. Or, in my case, your very non-supernatural best friend helps you."

He could sympathise with secrets. He had so many anymore that it felt like he was drowning in them at times. "Sorry. I only added to the pile of secrets." He looked away. He really was an idiot doing this to her. ...even if she found out on her own, he still should have been more careful to ensure she didn't find out. "I won't pry. I totally get that. More than you know. Well, actually, I'm sure you can probably imagine." Like the identities of the other wolves, for instance. He trusted her, but that wasn't up to him to decide for them.

"Bruce, actually," she answers honestly, especially considering she'd been thinking about introducing the pair of them a moment ago. "He has a similar need for focus and control like you do."

She absorbs that information with a thoughtful look, nodding after a moment. "I can see that, how that would work. Other people use that in different ways, even without the werewolf thing on the side." Although there's a reaction there that stands out, sharply at odds with the rest and she gives him a searching look for a moment. "Is Allison alright?"

Even as she asks it, she's worried about the answer she'll get, suspecting she might know what it is. Especially after her conversation with Lydia.

When he looked away, she reached out to lay her hand on his shoulder, giving it a squeeze and flashing him a quick, warm smile. "Hey. No apologies. I deal in secrets. Both mine and others. You didn't add all that much, and what you've told me has been very interesting. I'm glad you shared with me, that you feel comfortable enough to. And if these secrets were only my own..." Would she share them? She didn't know. She'd kept them this long, after all. But she trailed off anyway, leaving that hang out there, because it's a maybe at the very least.

"Bruce...?" Scott's brows knit together in thought as that name rang some kind of bells at him, but he wasn't sure why. It was just a first name, and he had no reason to really remember it, but something to do with control stood out to him. Control... and a calming aura. A steady heartbeat and relaxed scent with a hint of something he'd never smelled before. Chemical and dangerous. But there had been so much calm... "The sandwich guy? I met him when I was looking for popcorn! He wanted a sandwich. Everything about him just... relaxed me. It was weird. Nice, but weird." But Scott's smile faded a bit when she asked about Allison.

"Yeah, she's okay. I mean, as far as I know? I'm really behind in my timeline compared to everyone else. She just... we broke up. She said she wasn't ready. And now Isaac's into her and I don't know what to do with that. He sorta admitted it to me, and wanted me to be angry. And I kinda was a little, but I can't hate him." He shrugs. "Now we're all three kinda... something." Good God, Natasha, don't give him the idea that something might happen to her.

The hand on his shoulder is immediately comforting. He really is like a puppy at times. The smile also does a number on his worried mood. He listens and smiles, but he has a feeling she would still keep her secrets to herself. She'd spent too long in that mindset, he's pretty sure, but he doesn't say anything on it.

"Banner," she answers, because while Scott might have recognized her, apparently that name is unfamiliar to him. Or at least part of it. But she'll leave that story to Bruce to tell, if he wishes. "And yes, he's the one. He is very calming, isn't he? Maybe part if what he does about it is why, but you'd have to ask him."

His answer about Allison has her relaxing, because sometimes her brain jumps to the worst possible conclusion and when Lydia had mentioned someone dying... Well. She's just relieved that's not what it is at all. Instead, she just flashes him a crooked grin when he explains what's going on now. "So it got... complicated, then. Romance has a way of doing that."

"Oh! Wait, he's the scientist from your place, right? That's so awesome, but so weird! I've met so many people from your place. Sheesh, how many are here? I thought Beacon Hills imports were bad." There had been a lot more of them at one point, but he was still pretty adamant that there were a lot of them here, still.

"Complicated is totally an understatement." But it was true. "Those movies you watch when you're little just don't seem to happen in real life. You think you're gonna meet your princess and live happily ever after." Scott smiled wryly. "It'd be nice if life was like a Disney movie."

"A lot of us," Natasha drawls, shaking her head in wry amusement. "Almost twenty of us now, although there are some... alternate universes in there. We don't all come from the same world. Or time. It's complicated."

She casts him a fond smile at that comparison, unable to keep from teasing him for that. "I'm sure one day your Princess will come, Prince Charming. Just be patient. You're young yet. You have time."

"Sure sounds like it is." He admitted honestly. Different universes? Wow, at least he didn't have to deal with that with his friends. Timelines were one thing, and he was well acquainted with those, but alternate versions would just be messy. "So it's like invasion of the heroes?" Scott teased with a smile.

Scott's smile turned into a full grin and amused laugh. "Okay, wow, that sounds so cheesy! Guess I kinda had that one coming, didn't I?" He looks up to the moon, the smile lessening, but still lingering. It's pull didn't feel quite so strong anymore. He really did just need someone he cared for around to help him find his anchor. Be your own anchor... In a way, that's exactly what he was doing. He knew he needed to be strong to be there for his pack and familiars. "She'd have to be okay with the whole..." He motions to the moon and shrugs.

"We're still up for training tomorrow, right? I've been practicing!" He chirped excitedly.

"I suppose it's better than other things that could be invading here. Although I suppose that's a matter of opinion." She doubted Loki agreed. Still, she grins when he laughs, her gaze fond and thoughtful when he turns pensive again.

"Don't rule it out. I'm sure there's plenty out there who would be fine with you being just the way you are. Besides, from what you've told me, you've got quite a selection of people around you who are different themselves. For them, it's not even a secret. Sometimes that makes things easier." Sometimes it also made it harder, but she understood the complication of getting involved with people who lived a 'normal' life. It's something she'd written off a long time ago.

"Have you?" she laughed at his eagerness. "And yes, I wouldn't miss it."

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