Johan had admitted that Werner had been the one to strike him, causing his face to bruise. It had taken a lot of coaxing, and both Stuart and Peter's reassurances that they understood that Werner hadn't done it on purpose. Johan didn't want his lover to be in trouble with his family. He trusted Werner, even while he was angry and hurt that Werner had struck him. He knew Werner hated that he'd done it and that he'd do everything in his power to ensure that it wouldn't happen again.

Taking Measures )
Johan had admitted that Werner had been the one to strike him, causing his face to bruise. It had taken a lot of coaxing, and both Stuart and Peter's reassurances that they understood that Werner hadn't done it on purpose. Johan didn't want his lover to be in trouble with his family. He trusted Werner, even while he was angry and hurt that Werner had struck him. He knew Werner hated that he'd done it and that he'd do everything in his power to ensure that it wouldn't happen again.

Taking Measures )
Poor, tired Werner was still curled up in the bed he shared with Johan when Johan went to check on him. Renee had left him a message on her journal saying that Werner may be dying. Not because of some human illness, but because he was a werewolf and that wore out their bodies and Johan couldn't stand it. He couldn't stand the thought of losing his Werner. Their relationship was open, but committed and it had been for ten years. He didn't even know if he'd know what to do with himself if he lost his love.

Something you want to forget about... )
Poor, tired Werner was still curled up in the bed he shared with Johan when Johan went to check on him. Renee had left him a message on her journal saying that Werner may be dying. Not because of some human illness, but because he was a werewolf and that wore out their bodies and Johan couldn't stand it. He couldn't stand the thought of losing his Werner. Their relationship was open, but committed and it had been for ten years. He didn't even know if he'd know what to do with himself if he lost his love.

Something you want to forget about... )
Johan was practising his piano when Werner stumbled into the room, falling to the floor short of where Johan was sitting. Johan played a distinctly sour note, before jumping up and running to Werner's side. "Werner! What's happening, My Love?!"

Bwuhahahhhaa! )
Johan was practising his piano when Werner stumbled into the room, falling to the floor short of where Johan was sitting. Johan played a distinctly sour note, before jumping up and running to Werner's side. "Werner! What's happening, My Love?!"

Bwuhahahhhaa! )
Dietrich and Devon arrived at the Kemp Manor after Dietrich had picked Devon up from school. She was still in her school uniform, but that didn't matter because it just meant she matched Zoe. Once they were admitted, Devon flounced up the stairs and into Johan and Werner's room, wrapping her arms around a rather stunned Johan before he even had the chance to turn around. "HI!" She chirped and Johan chuckled.

Not...exactly what she meant there... )
Dietrich and Devon arrived at the Kemp Manor after Dietrich had picked Devon up from school. She was still in her school uniform, but that didn't matter because it just meant she matched Zoe. Once they were admitted, Devon flounced up the stairs and into Johan and Werner's room, wrapping her arms around a rather stunned Johan before he even had the chance to turn around. "HI!" She chirped and Johan chuckled.

Not...exactly what she meant there... )
Johan was practising his instrument of choice, fingers flying over the keys in a blur of motion. The notes filled the room, while the song they created brought about a rather frantic and frenzied atmosphere. Johan was experimenting, and he would have to remember to write some of this down later, lest it be lost to the walls of the Kemp music room forever.

Your Song )
Johan was practising his instrument of choice, fingers flying over the keys in a blur of motion. The notes filled the room, while the song they created brought about a rather frantic and frenzied atmosphere. Johan was experimenting, and he would have to remember to write some of this down later, lest it be lost to the walls of the Kemp music room forever.

Your Song )
Johan made his way into his bedroom, doing his best to keep it quiet. "You have a visitor." He said to Werner, trying to keep the smile on his face. The truth was, seeing Werner sick and looking so very fragile was terrifying. Werner wasn't fragile, dammit. Werner was a bloody werewolf! But now he looked like just another sick person, and the doctors still couldn't tell them what was wrong. He'd been getting a little better over the past few days, but Johan just wanted it to go away. Seeing the man you loved crumbling was not on his list of things he wanted to experience.

With You )
Johan made his way into his bedroom, doing his best to keep it quiet. "You have a visitor." He said to Werner, trying to keep the smile on his face. The truth was, seeing Werner sick and looking so very fragile was terrifying. Werner wasn't fragile, dammit. Werner was a bloody werewolf! But now he looked like just another sick person, and the doctors still couldn't tell them what was wrong. He'd been getting a little better over the past few days, but Johan just wanted it to go away. Seeing the man you loved crumbling was not on his list of things he wanted to experience.

With You )
The hospital was a place of chaos at the moment, but for the most part...the chaos was good. The Templar had tried their hand at attacking the people Peter loved, and they'd failed. The battle for Robert MacGavillary Hospital was short and simple, considering Rolf's idea of bringing back 4 dead people to take the front line. Six if you added in Robert and Thomas. The Templar's tranquiliser darts were useless against them, and the demons who came behind the front line made short work of the Templar. Peter had stipulated that they should be taken alive if it was at all possible. It hadn't all been possible. But the holding cells under St. Francis's were full to bursting now, not to mention the few of them that had been taken to jail when police arrived at the various houses that had been attacked.

A Tangle of Joy and Grief )
The hospital was a place of chaos at the moment, but for the most part...the chaos was good. The Templar had tried their hand at attacking the people Peter loved, and they'd failed. The battle for Robert MacGavillary Hospital was short and simple, considering Rolf's idea of bringing back 4 dead people to take the front line. Six if you added in Robert and Thomas. The Templar's tranquiliser darts were useless against them, and the demons who came behind the front line made short work of the Templar. Peter had stipulated that they should be taken alive if it was at all possible. It hadn't all been possible. But the holding cells under St. Francis's were full to bursting now, not to mention the few of them that had been taken to jail when police arrived at the various houses that had been attacked.

A Tangle of Joy and Grief )
Johan was combing through the library in Klaus' old office, with Liz's permission of course. He was fascinated by all the law books that lined the walls. It was like they had a book for everything. "Hey look. Educational law..." He read out to Werner who, being a librarian, looked like he was in seventh heaven.

Some things you should never see )
Johan was combing through the library in Klaus' old office, with Liz's permission of course. He was fascinated by all the law books that lined the walls. It was like they had a book for everything. "Hey look. Educational law..." He read out to Werner who, being a librarian, looked like he was in seventh heaven.

Some things you should never see )
It was relatively early, and Werner figured that showing up on a University Campus at 9:30 on a Sunday morning and hoping anyone would be awake, was wishful thinking. Which is why he'd brought coffee... And when no one answered the sharp rap he gave on his son's door in Nutford House, he assumed he had been right, and his son was very much still sleeping away the effects of whatever partying he'd done the night before. Until he heard a voice behind him.

Too Many Coffees Too Many? )
It was relatively early, and Werner figured that showing up on a University Campus at 9:30 on a Sunday morning and hoping anyone would be awake, was wishful thinking. Which is why he'd brought coffee... And when no one answered the sharp rap he gave on his son's door in Nutford House, he assumed he had been right, and his son was very much still sleeping away the effects of whatever partying he'd done the night before. Until he heard a voice behind him.

Too Many Coffees Too Many? )

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