her_imperial_radiance | prophesied wanderings

Time passes. Well before Zeus's thirteenth birthday, he looks human-25, and then he stops, and Harley catches up; Zeus is still taller, but not by much, and burlier, but not by much.

Wolves have a lot of casual sex amongst themselves; the girl wolves can't get pregnant, and with pack telepathy it would be pretty hard to hide a secret crush. Everyone avoids getting serious - well, the lesbians don't, but any couple involving a male wolf has to avoid deep emotional entanglements that would shatter if he imprinted; the Imperial Seer helps, but she is not perfect and they will live for long enough that even a slim chance adds up. But casual sex absolutely happens. Zeus has a friend with benefits by the time he's fifteen (her name is Kitty, but she thinks this is ridiculous, and prefers "Xanthe" after her yellow fur).

He helpfully passes on to the pack that Harley thinks they are all hot; several people take advantage of this information, and Harley has more than one friend with benefits at the age of fifteen.

(Meanwhile, the masquerade is in tatters; wolves are just more convenient than looking for human partners, at least until Zeus decides he's interested in the Seer finding him a suitable imprint.)

This newfound interest does not mean Zeus and Harley don't hang out, even now that they're both sixteen. Presently, Harley is getting his ass handed to him by his wolf-reflexed sparring partner at a mo-cap fighting video game entitled Bloodsport V.

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From:

alicornucopia

"I'm - pretty sure I don't explode?" says Zeus. "Wolfsplosions are usually just - the furry kind. I don't think this has ever happened before but one or two imprints have had, like - hysterectomies - and their wolves are still imprinted."

From:

pythbox

"Wow."

Harley sits down on the floor and hugs Zeus's leg.

From:

alicornucopia

Zeus smiles at him, half ordinary fluffy-buddy smile and half new warm imprint-face smile, and pets his hair.

From:

pythbox

"I love you," sighs Harley, resting his head on Zeus's knee.

From:

alicornucopia

"I love you too."

From:

pythbox

Snuggle.

"...Hey, does that mean you want to make out with me now?" he wonders.

From:

alicornucopia

"That sounds awesome," agrees Zeus. "I mean, if we're not treating me as though I'm drunk off my ass on consent-warping magic, or anything."

From:

pythbox

"You kind of are, but you're not going to not be," says Harley. "So you might as well - not be. You know?"

From:

alicornucopia

"Not gonna ask Her Highness to - fix me?" asks Zeus wryly.

From:

pythbox

"I don't know if that can even happen," he says, "and I don't think you'd want her to, so - no? Unless you do want her to. Or unless we were going to turn into some kind of... big, huge, horrible disaster, like - oh shit." He blinks up at Zeus, realization dawning. "Oh, shit, I can't break my arm again or anything, can I, you'd explode."

Edited Date: 2013-06-17 05:26 pm (UTC)

From:

alicornucopia

"...Not... literally?" says Zeus, wincing. "But - but that sounds really, really bad - like, even though I know how you are about it and I know you're immortal it just -" He bites his lip and shuts his eyes and whines. "And - also Pamela's not gonna be able to hit you anymore."

From:

pythbox

"Awwwwww, man," says Harley, and he climbs up into Zeus's lap and hugs him. "Can we fix that? I hope we can fix that, I don't want you to be sad like this all the time!"

From:

alicornucopia

Zeus hugs him, snuggly-like, tucking his face in against Harley's neck. "The thing with Pam and the thing with me are separate things. I dunno. Not even Jake could get Pam to hit you now, not with all the alpha voice in the world... I don't think anybody's tried the other thing."