Strength of the Canis Lupis (Toothless and Shades)

[Toothless]

"If you don't mind an broody alpha wolf personality," Cyprian huffed, smiling to show Historia that he was joking. "I would love to join you, if you will have me." From the corner of his eyes, he watched her trace the marking along her stomach, and his wolf stirred, happy that she'd noticed them. He came to a stop when they reached her physics class; tilting his head, he reached forward and carefully moved a strand of hair out of Historia's gaze. He gave her a kind smile, made sure she had her class' ink packet, and turned to open the door for her. His wolf was pissed that she was to be surrounded by other males without his supervision; it wasn't that he didn't trust Historia - he didn't trust the high school boys. They were easily swayed towards dastardly deeds.

[shades]

“Gladly! The room is 115, if I don’t see you by lunch time.” Historia smiled a toothy grin, thankful she had granted the gift of her dentist saying she didn’t need braces. Her mind was unsure about the ‘broody alpha wolf’ comment, it would be something to ponder most of the day—there were those people obsess with wolf books but Cyprian didn’t seem like one. Yet, she had just met the young man, and the wolf comment seemed fitting.
Historia smiled as he opened the door, “I’ll see you at lunch, and if I don’t, I’ll hunt you down like a starving animal.” The little blonde joked, feeling some eyes on her—but like always she ignored them. Her tiny hand reached up to brush where their skin had touched, the teacher having stopping his droning to ask: “Historia, please quit dawdling and return to participate in class.” Her smile quirked into one of an apology, wishing to talk with Cyprian longer.
“I’ll see you shortly.” With that, she dashed into the classroom with a profuse apology.
“I’m sorry! They ran out of ink in storage at the office and had to get the janitor to retrieve some from Mrs. Spencer.”

[Toothless]

[time skip?]

[shades]

[sounds good to me!]

[Toothless]

(To the lunch or w/e?)

[shades]

It was lunch time, and happy-go-lucky to have someone to eat with besides Ms. White, Historia could practically skip through the hallways with her small packed lunch in hand, a few books and schoolwork tucked under her arm. She flicked her blonde hair over her shoulder, the teacher greeting Historia with a smile.
“Hello Historia, happy birthday! Eighteen, eh? You can so all the adult things.”
The woman laughed, “I guess. I don’t feel older.” Except the odd markings on my body, but hey, she didn’t know if those could be a ‘rite of adulthood’ though. “I did invite a friend to join us for lunch today, his name is Cyprian, he’s from Romania and is new, I guess. Really interesting, and very gentlemanly, oh and you should see the way his head tilts when he looks at me with wide and puppy-dog eyes—”
“Well, I’ll take your word for it when I meet him, you sound attracted to him.” Ms. White teased as Historia turned red.
“No-no! I just met him…and invited him to cake…” She twirled her hair absently, tongue poking from her lips. “I-I better wait for him.”
She exited the room, waiting in the hall; bouncing on the balls of her feet nervously.

[Toothless]

Cyprian moved easily through the halls, heading for room 115, where his mate was waiting. Whoever happened to get in his way, he'd snarl at for them to get the hell out of his way. Eventually, Historia came into his view, and he relaxed greatly. Her scent flooded his nose, relaxing his wolf. A wide smile spread across the Romanian Canis Lupis' face as he came to a stop before his mate. "Did you miss me, micul meu istoric?" he rumbled, green eyes sparkling gently. He didn't have any sort of lunch bag or backpack with him; he'd left them in his class in his haste to get to his mate, but he didn't care much. He was hungry, sure, but he was more interested in spending time with his mate than eating.

[shades]

Her eyes alighted with happiness, “of course…uh…what was that in Romanian?” She flushed, leading him into the classroom where Ms. White had a small store-bought round cake she was cutting and putting onto little paper plates. The woman smiled up at Cyprian.
“Hello, you must be Historia’s friend! I’m Ms. White.” She waved a hand, motioning to the cake. “She mentioned you, or I would say wouldn’t stop talking about you.”
Historia hid her face in embarrassment. “W-Well yeah. New friend and all. Duh.” But she took the two plates anyways, handing one to Cyprian with a shy smile.

[Toothless]

"I will tell you, some day," Cyprian responded. He switched his leaf-green gaze to Ms. White, inclining his head in greeting. "Vă mulțumesc pentru mine primitoare. Thank you for inviting and welcoming me," he told the teacher, taking the cake that Historia offered him. "I am Cyprian Lupei." He bowed his head slightly, his wolf respecting her authority, because Historia did. If his mate respected Ms. White, then he did, too. He blinked slowly, returning his gaze to Historia, a smirk on his face. She was cute when she blushed, he decided.

[shades]

“You were right, he is a gentleman.”
Historia had taken a bite of the yellow, vanilla flavored cake; with the fork in her mouth she shrugged, chewing slowly and speaking once swallowing. “Well, yeah. It wasn’t like I was talking a whole lot about you.” She lied, giving the young man a half-smile, half-grimace.
“Anyways, the cake is delicious. Don’t you agree.” Her wide, blue eyes looked up at Cyprian. The crimson still tinged her cheeks, but after a few deep breaths she was able to calm herself in the stirring presence of someone she was attracted to. It was natural attraction, she couldn’t quite explain it, but so long as he was around she was safe, and that was good enough.

[Toothless]

Cyprian chuffed out a laugh, retrieving a fork for himself. He speared a piece of cake and bit down onto it, chewing and swallowing. "It is," he agreed. He frowned at Historia for a moment. "You didn't tell me it was your birthday," he accused, though he gave his mate a crooked smile to let her know that he was speaking in a joking manner. "La mulți ani, micul meu bucată de istorie." He gave her a warm grin.