we built this city on broken glass
The morning was quiet. The house was unusually peaceful with Nadya and the children out, Scarlett visiting relatives and Malia having ventured off to hunt. It was a rare quietude the stallion was loath to waste. The man having settled within that living room with one of those more favoured books open within his hands. Those Icelandic myths and legends had always been of intrigue to him, that book printed in Icelandic in turn, the man enjoying that familiar comfort of his own language when so few opportunities arose within the city for him to indulge within its familiar tones. Outside of Alexander and Matteo there were so few whom spoke it even close to well enough to carry out a conversation with him. Frost's strange violet gaze lifted briefly from that book to eye the clock upon the wall, no one due to be home for at least several more hours, nor would Alexander expect him for any sort of training until well after dark. Frost, for once, found himself almost inclined to....relax with that lack of pack or work to occupy his attention. He missed this very silence on occasion and the freedom of his own thoughts without that near constant buzz of pack activity that seemed to forever occupy that bond that linked them all- himself at its epicenter. Such an afternoon a rarity he strove to enjoy. The normally irritable man even inclined to admit that he hardly minded the heady scent of pine that came from the christmas tree Nadya and the others had decorated at the start of the month and planted on the far side of the room. Its mismatch of decorations, each member of the pack wanting something different, was almost charming, he supposed- in a war torn sort of way. Frost, as usual, so having refused to decorate that tree. The man rarely inclined to join in such frivolous activities he saw little purpose within. Nadya's insistence that it was supposed to be 'fun' having awarded her little more than a dubious stare.
He had hardly anticipated the sudden sound of that doorbell. Those musically ringing notes drew his gaze instantly upward and yet for several long moments the snowy-haired man merely remained within that chair. His own affinity extended readily in search of the very mind of just who was standing outside, the stallion near surprised to find more than one being lingering upon his doorstep and yet he remained too far away to truly grasp at the thoughts that turned within those individuals. That book within his hands was softly closed, the stallion resting it upon the coffee table as he rose before striding out of the living room, the door closed softly behind him as he stepped into the hall. The scents of those very beings was far stronger here. Both belonged to Were creatures, of that he was certain. One was familiar to him, the other decidedly otherwise. Frost, as was his nature, inclined to find himself near suspicious of the decidedly male being whom lingered outside his door. The Alpha nothing if not protective of his own territory and indeed- the plethora of women he guarded in turn.
Frost reached for that door handle then, the man no sooner having opened that door then a near overzealous Abigail all but peppered him with her words. The woman demanding to know how big his horns were. For several long moments the white-haired man was merely inclined to...stare. His violet gaze blinked several times in some effort to process that question he was being asked. Frost distinctly uncertain as to whether horns referred to some sort of antler appendage or they were some sort of ...code word for.....something else. English, after all, was hardly his first language. Frost in turn rarely inclined to care for those slang terms that seemed to filter in and out of society with ever changing popularity. Abigail, however, had hardly changed since their first meeting. The woman as excitable as ever and in a fashion the stallion found near fascinating. Her energy was....unusual. Her innocent nature equally so in a world where such gentle beings so often struggled to persist. Their nature's more often than not crushed by the very world around them. She was a remarkable creature in that instance alone. Frost inclined, despite his decidedly icy demeanor, to find her likeable. Truly high praise indeed. The war horse, after all, was inclined to find so few beings likeable in any sense. That near emotionless expression he wore so at last softened, if only slightly, and only for Abigail, as his gaze met the young womans own.
"I do not have any horns. Did someone tell you I did?"
Those words were as cool as always, Frost near bracing himself for that next barrage of questions before those violet eyes cut sharply sideways and towards the towering figure of another man. Hmmm. It had been a damn long time since another male Were had spent any time here.The unfortunate Kato so having been the last. Frost still inclined to find satisfaction in having rid himself of that fool. Hopefully this one would not prove so...disappointing. Whoever he was. That distinctly pungent scent that surrounded him however so readily gave away the notion that this man was no prey animal. He was hardly a cat, nor a wolf, Frost well versed in both those particular scents. No, he was something else. How intriguing. The man was quick to inform Abigail that a man should never be asked how big his horns were. Frost allowing the barest lift of his lip in a fleeting flicker of passing amusement before the man insisted he was supposedly an elephant- of all things. What was Abigail telling people? The red-haired woman was...imaginative if nothing else and yet, truly, Frost saw little harm in the world believing he was an elephant if need be. The man however so hardly seemed convinced of that as he offered that accented comment that he suspected Abigail had been wrong.Frost ao allowing one eye to list ever so slightly.
There was little need, here and now, surely, to reveal just what he was to this stranger. Frost expecting no less of the man before him in turn. His animalistic nature remaining equally as concealed. Both men near content to simply...examine one another from a veritable distance for now before the taller of the pair gestured towards Abigail and her intentions to join his pack. Frost offered that simple nod of his head in turn. The snowy haired Alpha rarely inclined to idle chatter when those simple actions might suffice and yet- a certain curiosity turned within his thoughts still.
"That is the intention. Yes."
His own head tilted ever so slightly. The scents that lingered around both this man and Abigail were curious and yet it was hardly those wayward wisps that intrigued him so entirely now. Rather- this was not the man he had come to believe Abigail was...well acquainted with. Unless he had mirarcioulsy changed species. Then again perhaps the nature of the young woman's relationships had changed. Frost inclined to think it was for the better even if he hardly voiced such things. His violet gaze cut downward, Frost eyeing that offered hand for a moment before extending his own. His affinity extending in turn to tease at the edge of the other fellows thoughts. Whatever he saw there seeming to near amuse him in turn as he returned that shake.
He offered the word as simply as always, the other man's hand released a moment later before Frost stepped back from the door in that silent and yet clear invitation for both to come in. His violet gae sifting between the pair once more.
"I was told your boyfriend was a vampire, Abigail. Is Oliver your new boyfriend or is he simply.....a friend?"