calamity

The life I live is one big calamity

A heavy sigh left the exhausted King's lips as his vibrant gaze traced the facade of the warmly lit home. He sat nestled in the warmth of his dark blue Bugatti, the man simply staring at the house in front of him with the knowledge that he had to go inside in spite of his indecision. If the engine of his sport's car hadn't given away his very presence, that feeling of invading another Alpha's territory surely would. Still, Tetradore had been...surprised to receive an invitation to dinner, especially one that his sister had extended (a fact he had been certain to clarify). The pair hadn't spoken for years now, their rare presence at the same event often equally passing with little word uttered between the two. It was no secret to him that Nadya despised him for not embracing her decisions with eagerness and yet, likewise, she had made them regardless of his thoughts or feelings. That divide alone was one that seemed wide enough that breaching it seemed an impossibility - certainly not one that one dinner would bridge. What, he wondered, had prompted this? His hand reached up to run through his curly brunette locks, his eyes deviating from the home to the seat beside him. Matteo and Alex would give him hell if he bailed now. The fae had already lectured him on how he was trying to hide behind someone else making the choice for him with the obligation of the cake, the remembrance of it alone prompting a roll of his eyes. Sometimes, Matteo was a pain in his ass.

Tetradore reached for the white box, a second bag dangled from his fingertips as the man exited the vehicle. He locked it behind him with a beep, only to approach the front door of that otherwise quaint house. Another soft, steading breath was taken before he pressed the switch for the doorbell, the sound of which echoed throughout the home. Tetradore was certain he wasn't ready to face whatever awaited him on the other side of the door and yet...it was best to simply get this over with. His gaze flickered upwards at the rotation of the doorknob, the Alpha carefully retreating behind the mask of indifference he so often wore, if only to protect himself from whatever was to come. The very last thing he anticipated, however, was to find a rare, fleeting simper upon Frost's features, of all beings. It was true, the two men had settled their differences, that conversation and Tetradore's own offer of a peace treaty sealing the deal. On the occasion, they exchanged a short text message or two, primarily of awful puns, but Frost had never before greeted him with a smile. Tetradore's brow rose ever so slightly, though his head easily bobbed in an effort to return the man's greeting. "Thanks." He responded as he stepped out of the cold and into the warmth of Frost's home.

That inquiry of a drink, however, prompted the man to hold out the slender bag within his hand. "You might want to open that then. Alexander also made me bring this. It's a carrot cake. Happy Birthday, by the way." He replied, gesturing lightly towards the white cake box within his hands. Though tonight's invitation had been for a pre-Christmas dinner, Alexander had been equally as determined to ensure Frost received his birthday cake. Tetradore had been more than willing to pitch in for those birthday celebrations, primarily in the form of alcoholic beverages the sorts of which the two men had bonded over before. Frankly, Tetradore was certain he was hardly going to survive the night without a drink and yet, he remained otherwise silent as Frost lead the way further into the home. He paused at the threshold of the kitchen as Frost took the cake box from him to place onto the counter. His hands settled within his pockets as his emerald irises turned towards the petite figure of his sibling. "Hey." The Were-King offered her, though his attention upon his sibling was short lived at the sound of the doorbell ringing again. He glanced down the hallway he'd only just came from, the man watching silently as Frost moved to open it and admit another man he hardly knew. The new Were was quick to dish out presents within his bag, only for the stranger's eyes to follow upon Tetradore himself. The Alpha's shoulders lifted in a vague shrug, the man hardly concerned about Christmas and it's festivities with Frost's pack. "Don't worry about it." He responded loosely. God, how he did not belong here.

I don't owe you a god damned thing