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gwenkamdyn:

She smirked in victory before moving past him with her items in her arms. What a day it had been and it wasn’t even 7:30 yet. But how could she complain? With all the missing people reports and killings, a little coffee spilling action was just what Gwen needed in her life. 

Tourists had been tense lately. She didn’t know if they could sense how tense the natives were or maybe their human lives were just.. stressful with all the IPhones and robots at their touch. Gwen tried to stay away from all that. Her phone was always on silent unless it was family or Charlotte and her laptop was nearly a decade old. 

Gwen stood in line and looked the menu over, still loving her victory.  “Just a black coffee with a hint of nutmeg and cinnamon.” Nutmeg and cinnamon were amazing for upcoming winter colds and a good metabolic boost. 

“What did 8 o’clock have? Just a black coffee as well?” 

Her victory was also his, however small it was. Owen was not one to let something go till he had found himself victorious. “Just a black coffee, yeah. I figured I’d let him fix it how he wanted. It’s a drink most have serious preferences on.” He had long ago given up drinking it so he couldn’t begin to understand what all the flavors were, but he wasn’t about to state that so plainly in front of others. Gwen might know what he was, but the others, the tourists, didn’t. 

He ordered her coffee and paid for it, while he allowed her to order his 8 o’clocks and pay for it. It was a quick exchange and the cups were handed to them. Switched before they stepped away from the counter. “Well, Lady Kamdyn,” Owen said kindly. “I’d love to stay and chat, but I shouldn’t be late for my meeting.” He would have much preferred her company to the old wolf’s but he had a job. “Perhaps the next time I see you it will be under better circumstances and less coffee.” He bowed his head slightly and raised the cup, thanking her for it before taking his leave of her and the shop. 

*finished* 

Game Over || Owen & Gwen

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gwenkamdyn:

Gwen cocked her head at him stubbornly, her eyes gleaming slyly,”Well in all fairness it wasn’t even you who spilled your coffee on me. If anything we should call the mother over and have her buy us both our coffees and redo all my research papers.” 

Her eyes softened and she grinned,”But for now, if you allow me to buy your coffee or, should I say 8 o’clock’s coffee, I’ll allow you to replace mine.” She felt like this was a cat and mouse game, to be honest. Though she was stubborn, she felt like this could go on forever seeing as they both knew their manners. 

“And I guess if you refuse, then I’ll have to refuse.” A simple shrug emerged from her as she shoved her laptop into her book bag and plopped it down in her seat.  “I mean as much as I love playing tennis with you about this situation, I wouldn’t want you to be late for your job.” Gwen said, actually meaning to sound sincere this time. 

He looked back at the woman with the child and sighed. “Something tells me she has quite enough to deal with, she hardly needs me demanding repayment when I’ve no one to blame but myself for not being quicker on my feet.” A slow vampire, what a ridiculous notion. 

Owen cocked a brow at her insistence and considered. He could argue, again, against it, but it was turning it a rather circular conversation. Neither willing to relent to the other. A battle of the wills. He was all too willing to keep going, the trouble was that he didn’t have the time or the ability at the moment. She was right and being late would look bad. He had no desire to look worse than he already did. He chuckled softly and nodded. “Very well,” he said finally relenting. “I accept these terms.” He didn’t care about the coffee for his meeting, but if it allowed him to replace her’s that was what mattered. 

He cocked his head to the side and indicated that they should get in line so that they might order. “What was it that you had?” He asked as they got into line. She still wouldn’t let him pay for her dry cleaning and the paperwork she’d had was completely ruined. A coffee seemed like the silliest of repayments.

Game Over || Owen & Gwen

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aleksandragarver:

“Well you always know that no matter how much or how little time you devote to the club it’s still going to be yours.”she said as she gently pulled her hair into a ponytail as he mentioned that they were running low on things for the club. “I’ve noticed that too while I was doing the inventory,it seems pretty strange to me. Don’t worry,you have my word that anything that’s low will be gotten,it really is odd because those things have never ran low.”

Owen pursed his lips and nodded. “It is odd, yes,” he agreed. He had been in this business a long time. He knew when things were getting popular and when things were actually going missing. The POS slips weren’t adding up for the fae blood that was missing. He had a feeling that someone within the establishment was stealing. This, he would have to get to the bottom of. “I appreciate your help. If, while you’re on the floor, you could keep an eye on a few of these items, that would be great.” 

Taking Inventory || Owen & Aleks

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gwenkamdyn:

He was gentle and sweet and Gwen couldn’t help but stop what she was doing and smile softly at him. If she could mold him into a statue and place it in her boys’ rooms to make sure they grew up exactly like him, she would. Malakai was turning out to be a complete handful. 

Her smile faltered but her eyebrows raised in humor at his last statement. “Well, let me replace 8 o’clock’s coffee.” She said , trying to make light of the situation.  Gwen turned to her things and began crumbling up the ruined pieces of papers and closing her laptop. She placed the trash in her now-empty coffee cup and placed the lid on top as an easy throw away. 

“My clothes haven’t be dry-cleaned since the first time my carpet met little muddy boy boots.” Another flashy smile danced on her face. “Really, no harm done.” She assured, nodding. “It’ll be something to look back on and laugh.”

She moved past him and threw the trash away, noticing a few looks from the baristas who didn’t admire her stained shirt. Gwen couldn’t help but glare back quickly and return to the table. “What was it? Cappuccino? Pour-over?” Gwen could go on and on about the lists of coffees – she’d been to the Cafe at least once a day to keep her running throughout her busy days that seemed to lag on forever. 

“There is no obligation for you to replace the coffee I spilled on you,” Owen said honestly. “Though perhaps,” he said with an incline of his head as he watched her clean up the mess and toss away the papers. “I can you the coffee that I caused you to spill. If you won’t let me dry clean your clothing, a cup of coffee to replace the last one is all I ask.” He truly felt bad that he had caused her to lose her drink on top of the papers she had been working on. He imaged, though it wasn’t a far stretch, that the papers were rather important. She wouldn’t have had them if they aren’t.

He did hope they would be able to look back on this silly incident and laugh eventually. For now, he just felt like a heel. “It was just a simple black coffee. I have no idea how the man takes his coffee but I wanted to provide him with a good cup because my secretary is out sick and I admit I’m rather awful at making coffee.” He was a vampire, he had no need to make coffee. The art had certainly been lost on him. “But, I will not allow you to pay. I refuse.” it was not the gentlemanly thing to do, make a lady pay. Especially when that lady was standing in front of him covered in his mistake.

Game Over || Owen & Gwen

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gwenkamdyn:

Gwen’s eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets when he offered to pay for dry cleaning. Marcel was always into taking his valuable clothes down to the dry cleaners but every since the boys came into her life, she never deemed it effective or efficient to take a weekly trip to the cleaners when either her clothes, or the boys’ clothes would be ruined the next minute especially being one who was always out in her garden. 

She corrected herself and let out a small chuckle,”I think that quite too much to ask for.” She said politely. Gwen took off her grey cardigan and laid it across the back of her chair. “Don’t worry too much about the papers. They gave us brains for a reason!” Another chuckle escaped her lips as she tapped the side of her head in reference to him trying to salvage her papers. 

Her eyes followed his and looked the woman over with a neutral look on her face. She could very much empathize. Even though Dallas and Malakai were disciplined gentlemen, she could never come back from their terrible two’s …or three’s… sometimes even four’s. Shaking the thoughts from her head, she turned back to the man and nodded at his statement. She was in no place to disagree or argue with him. 

“Um.. Let me buy you a new coffee then?” Gwen asked, asking herself mentally why she was acting like it was her fault. If this man wasn’t a dear friend or the Mayor, her teeth would be at his throat, chomping his ass out for not watching where he was going and for blaming the mother. 

Perhaps it was his age, but the knowledge that his daughters would have never behaved like that fueled his annoyance at the woman. She had hit him like a linebacker looking for a QB sack. She hadn’t even stopped to apologize or come back now that she had snatched the child away. No matter, it wasn’t his place nor his child. He had no children anymore. A thought that made the soft smile vanish for a moment and the ice that Owen had let coat his veins showed through. 

He took a breath and shook his head. “No, really, it's the least I could do. It was really all my fault. I should have been paying better attention to what was around me.” He should have figured a parent would be coming after the boy, he was much too young to be set loose on a place yet he’d kept going. So really, he only had himself to blame. He could wish the woman had zigged instead of zagged, but he had nothing more to say. He could have been more conscious instead of expecting others around him to do it for him. 

“It wasn’t actually mine,” he admitted. “I popped in to collect coffee for my 8o’clock.” He really wasn’t sure, now, what possessed him to do such a thing, but it didn’t really matter, now. That was water... or rather coffee under the bridge. 

Game Over || Owen & Gwen

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gwenkamdyn:

Her vision seemed to go red as so many things went through her head. Animating herself after freezing in shock, Gwen parted her lips and looked at the murder scene of not just her clothes but also her work. It would take days to recreate everything she had worked on depending how much she could save. She was just blessing the Gods that her laptop wasn’t touched. 

“My apologies Lady Kamdyn. I should have anticipated that outcome when the child ran past.” A proper voice interrupted her thoughts. She blinked a few times before looking up at the culprit – a familiar face. 

Gwen sat there, still in shock, but forced herself to look normal. She instantly shut her mouth and cleared her mouth with pursed lips,”Yes uhm..,” How could she reply? He was the Mayor of Spiritvale and a very close friend to the family lineage. 

She swallowed the lump in her throat and looked back at the mess,”Um, it’s fine.” She finally piped out, straightening her back and reaching for untouched napkins to blot her clothes. Gwen stood up and reached for the other table’s napkins to give to the man who’s name was slipping her mind.

His appearance was looming and as proper as his tone. She felt so inadequate standing next to him. “H-Here.” Was all she could knock out of her mouth, offering the bundle of napkins to him. “Kids nowadays don’t know when to just slow down, honestly.” Gwen allowed a weary smile write itself onto her lips. 

“How’s your clothes?” 

Owen was quick to reach for napkins as well, offering them out to her. He felt bad for her outfit, though worse for the paperwork on the table. He gave her the napkins and moved to lift some of the papers so that they could drip dry. “I really am very sorry,” he said. Some of the ink on the pages had bled, making them unreadable and he cringed internally. He should have never stopped for coffee. What a stupid idea it had been. A vampire didn’t need it and the old coot of a wolf could have gotten his own. This was what he got for being hospitable. This was what they both got. 

He set the papers back down and dabbed at them a bit with a napkin he’d reserved for his own suit. His outfit wasn’t a thing he worried about, though he did look down when she asked him about it. “It’ll come out. I have a spare at the office.” Owen was always prepared and always impeccable. To see him with even a drop on his clothing was shocking, but at the moment he couldn’t be bothered to care. “You should let me pay for your dry cleaning.” Her outfit was a mess, though not ruined. Just coffee drenched. 

He wiped at the spots on his pants and the bit on the cuff of his sleeve. He really had gotten the better end of this problem. “I don’t think it was so much the child in this case as the parent’s inability to keep hold of him or her ability to pay attention to those around.” He glanced back at the woman that had barreled into him as she ran past after her child and his lips went thin before he turned his attention back to the lady in front of him. 

Game Over || Owen & Gwen

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matt--davidson:

It wasn’t about the money, not exactly. It was about safety and as someone who reported to scenes of varying accidents Matt felt himself unable to relax. He got that man was trying to make it right and that, in the end, was his driver’s fault and not his. Matt looked at the car and he could see the man by it. He should go and speak to him but what would that accomplish? He wasn’t a cop and he might just get shrugged off… “Thanks,” he said after he hadn’t responded in awhile. “I don’t know what the cost will be but maybe you can give you your business card or number. I’ll send you the total.” In the end he decided to go for the monetary help. 

“It’s-” he said as he looked back at the car, trying to work out if he wanted the driver to take him anywhere. He knew he was harboring a small grudge and he needed to accept this was an accident. Close call was more like it and Matt sighed, returning his eyes to the man who introduced himself. “My name’s Matt,” he went with and shook his hand back. “I think I’ve seen you around. The paper I think.”

Owen smiled as they walked and nodded. “I’ll give you my insurance, you can file a claim if you like. It might make it easier on you.” It wouldn’t make it easier on him, though he was sure Claire would be able to explain this away if it came down to it. At least it wasn’t classified as a hit and run like it would have been had Owen let his driver keep going. He was seriously questioning the morals of the man and how much he actually cared about his job. Not much, clearly as he’d probably just signed his severance check. 

“It’s nice to meet you, Matt,” Owen said instructing his driver to put the bike in the trunk. “You probably have seen me,” he said simply. “I’m the Mayor of this fine town.” He loved the town he lived in. He loved most of the culture that went within and the people in it. He was an ice pick, dulled at the tip but still deadly. It didn’t change the fact that he was loyal to the town. If he hadn’t, he would not have stuck around for this long and put up with the bullshit his family fed him. He struggled with the parently faction of them, though his siblings he still loved. 

The Curb || Owen & Matt

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Game Over || Owen & Gwen

Living in Colorado had it’s perks – the cold weather. Wrapped up in her signature, knee-length, grey cardigan, sat the blonde in the bumbling Sacred Grounds Cafe. Rain trickled down the windows that set the mood in the cafe as somber yet cozy.

Gwen set up her arrangement of food to work ratio with her coffee and biscuits to her right with a perfectly folded napkin and the right amount of sugar in her coffee, and her laptop and papers neatly in sync with one another to the left.

Her ex-husband liked to joke about her OCD but she didn’t see it. Gwen was simply just particular and everything had to have harmony and feng shui or else she felt very off centered. What could possibly be OCD about that?

Taking in a deep breath, she scooted her chair in til her stomach touched the table and began allowing her fingers to dance among her keyboard as if they had minds of their own. Even though she wasn’t an actual doctor, working her herbal medicine at Enhancements came with a lengthy price of doing her research. Old medicine was what she lived by – but it wasn’t something that the tourists were quite liking anymore and the shop ran on the buzzing, curious, young tourists who stopped in most days to get a reading or a herbal concoction that would fix their acne or detox their body of ‘cancer’.

A sly smirk spread across her lips at the thought.

That was until an ‘Oof!” caused Gwen to jump out of her skin and her coffee to go flying across her research papers. She rolled her lips in, trying not to lose her temper as she realized it wasn’t just her coffee that caused the murder scene. Whoever had allowed their clumsy selves to acquaint their flaw with her hard work, also allowed their drink to spill into her lap.

“Are. You. Kidding. Me.” Were the murder words that escaped her tongue.

Owen did not drink coffee. He had no use for the stuff, but others in his office did. Others lived off of the stuff and so he often sent people out to fetch coffee for those visiting his office. Today, though, the secretary he had hired had sadly called in sick. While he, a vampire could not get sick and the idea was as foreign to him as food itself was, Owen had to be sympathetic to the poor witch. A cold could be a nightmare from what he remembered. Perhaps it was slightly different than it was 230 years ago but just as annoying. 

On his way into work, he had decided to stop at the local shop and pick up a cup for his 8am appointment. A foul-tempered wolf with an issue with the funding for the roads. Owen, to his great frustration, had not been as receptive of the man's plight but he was willing to hear him out. The roads, while in some cases, were in bad condition, were not as important as locating the missing people and keeping the rest safe from the entity that was taking hold of people. 

It should have been an easy trip into the shop. Order the coffee and leave, only it wasn’t. A small streak of blonde hair whizzed by Owen as he moved with purpose toward the door and he didn’t bother to pay attention. That was until the mother of the small creature had barreled into him, knocking him sideways. He did his best to stay upright without his supernatural abilities given where he was, but the cup slipped from his hand and landed with a splat. The hot beverage splashed over his clothing but it was nothing compared to the person he’d dropped the damn thing on. 

He heard the anger in the voice before he registered who it was that had been sucked into a bad day with him. The Mayor turned, dark eyes landing on the younger of the two Kamdyn witches. He had known every single one of their family from Calder Kamdyn all the way down to the current line. “My apologize Lady Kamdyn,” he said with an incline of his head. Miss had always seemed like such an improper way of addressing the Kamdyns. “I should have anticipated that outcome when the child ran past.” He hadn’t though. 

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matt--davidson:

The man’s generosity reminded Matt the difference between here and the big city, at least the one he spent a short amount of time in before his move here. He didn’t’ know if he should take his offer and let it go. It was the man who wanted to help and not him insisting he does. “I think a trip to the hospital might be too much. I hit my knee but it’s not like I’m out of commission with it. My bike on the other hand…” he went to get it and try to move it on its wheel, but it wasn’t pretty much donzo. “I think a new wheel and tire,” he said not knowing if the two came together or separate. He hadn’t done bike repairs in a long time. Matt looked down at the front of his jeans, feeling the road rash that more than likely formed underneath the material but he was glad there was no blood.

Owen inclined his head in understanding. “Of course,” he said simply. Humans could be fussy about the hospital from what he remembered. He hadn’t a need for the hospital in a good long time. “I’m happy to pay for the repairs, of course,” he said following the boy over to the mangled and scuffed bike. “I’m ever so sorry about my driver. I’m not sure what caused this, but fear not, I’ll pay for everything. 

Owen motioned for the car that was a few feet away. “I’ll take you wherever you need to go, as well.” He held out his hand for a shake. “I’m Owen Remington,” the Mayor said smoothly and he took the boys hand. “And you are?”

The Curb || Owen & Matt

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aleksandragarver:

Aleks couldn’t help but let a small laugh escape from her lips as she placed the glass of water back onto the bar once she realised that it was Owen obviously doing quite a lot of work. “No you don’t have to wait for your club to open,it is your club after all.”She replied as she rested her arms on the bar.

“I just didn’t think that anybody else would be in this early,my turn to take inventory today. You look like you are quite busy too.”She said,motioning to the papers that covered the table he was at. 

He gave her a smooth smile, though it didn’t reach his eyes. These days Owen didn’t find much to smile about. People whined and bitched about what he did as Mayor while not understanding that he was not the end all be all of the authorities. He had allocated more money to the police department, giving them the ability to put more able bodies on these missing persons’ cases and the deaths that seem to be so constant, but short of declaring Martial Law, what was it they truly expected him to do? He was not the one in charge of catching the murderer. That fell on the Police chief, whom Owen had had a lengthy conversation with. 

“It’s been awhile since I was able to devote much time to the club, it hardly even feels like mine,” he admitted. “Still, I’ve been working on the quarterly reports and going over the ordering for the next few months. It appears we’re running low on a few things.” It didn’t seem like they should be, though. That was the problem. Perhaps they were having issues with inventory walking away of its own accord. 

Taking Inventory || Owen & Aleks

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The town's going to shit and it doesn't seem like you're doing much...

Looks can be deceiving. 

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Taking Inventory || Owen & Aleks

Aleksandra didn’t mind going into work early, but when she was the only one there, then she didn’t like it as much. She stepped foot into the club and realised that it was her turn to take inventory. She didn’t mind it but when she had to do it herself she got annoyed. She took hold of the pen and clipboard before making her way into the back of the club to start there.

She had been at it an hour and decided to take a break, she walked to the bar and got herself a glass of water. The vampire had no clue that somebody else was there until she looked up, jumping on the spot. “Oh god, how long have you been there, the clubs not even open yet.”

Owen didn’t get into the club as often as he liked anymore with hiss new duties as Mayor, but from time to time he made it appoint to stop in, check over the maintenance and the bookkeeping. There was so much that needed to be done and it was just him and O. The pair had other jobs, too so naturally, they had to make time for the club as much as with anything else. They took turns but it wasn’t fair to O that Owen got out of his turn. He’d stopped in early, wanting the quiet of the club to think. He hadn’t expected anyone to be there, so when the door opened and Aleks strode in, Owen was caught slightly off guard. 

He looked up from the booth, papers littered the table. Food orders, drink orders, glass orders. It was all there, he was in the middle of figuring out just what was needed when she spoke. “I wasn’t aware I needed to wait for my club to open before I entered. This must be a new rule. I should talk to my sister about that, I suppose.” He was joking, though perhaps in his cold emotionless tone it didn’t come off that way. 

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matt--davidson:

Matt’s legs felt wobbly and there was a dull ache in his knee from where he landed on it, rolling over to sit on his ass to collect his thoughts. At least the ache wasn’t his shoulder; which stemmed from an old football injury and sometimes flared up randomly. His hands, which were red from the skid in the grass, brushed bits of dirt and some type of white residue which must be from the sidewalk. 

He looked around and saw he slid across a child’s chalk drawing. As he attempted to stand he saw someone approach him, extending a hand his way. “Was that your car?” he asked as he clasped his hand into the man’s allowing him to help him to his feet. “It came out of nowhere.” Matt said, eyes down to look at the bent tire, wincing at it. That was a bad hit…

Owen pulled his hand back, realizing the guy wasn’t going to take it, and placed it over his breast, his head bowing slightly. “I apologize for my driver,” he said sincerely. “I’m not sure what happened, I wasn’t watching but please, let me pay for the repairs on the bike and perhaps take you to the hospital to get checked out.” Owen ran through the ways a human would need to be taken care of, it had changed in nearly 300 years, but the hospital seemed like a logical place. He didn’t want the boy to be in danger and he would not mishandle this the way things had been mishandled at the club on Halloween.  

The Curb || Owen & Matt

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The Curb || Owen & Matt

Matt filled the air in the tire of his bike a week and the sucker was flat again. The old thing belonged to his dad when he was in high school and instead of Matt getting a brand new bike, he decided to keep it in the family. Of course he did maintenance on the thing, it wasn’t possible to keep it going after so many years without changing things on it.

His neighbor, good woman who lived next to him, let him borrow the pump again. He offered to bring something back from the store, which was where he planned to bike to. She said she was fine, but he still planned to get her something anyway. As he pedaled through the streets, heading in the direction of the store; a car appeared out of nowhere and next thing Matt knew it swerved in his direction and it caused him to steer his bike at the last second to avoid getting hit head on. The bike went towards a sidewalk and the tire smacked hard against the curb, which caused him to fling off the bike and onto the sidewalk ahead of him.

Lucky his hands caught the grass, sparing him from skinning his palms but his knee didn’t fare so well. Matt rolled over to sit on the hot sidewalk and inspected his knee. “Damn it,” he breathed and looked to see if the car stopped to check if he was okay but they were long gone.

The set of cars Owen typically traveled in was more than enough for his safety. Truth be told it was too damn much and annoying, but he had no choice. It was a demand of his family. He hadn’t been paying attention as he sat in the back of the second car, reading over some legislation that he was supposed to sign and some notes regarding the St. Clair group. To say Owen had been unimpressed with the coven leader would be an understatement, but it was what it was. He wasn’t going to get along with everyone and really, Owen didn’t like anyone, really. 

The car swerved violently causing his papers to go flying and he cursed softly. He caught himself on the side of the door before he actually fell into it. “What was that?” Owen asked. 

“Sorry, Mr. Mayor. There was a bicyclist in the way.” 

This came as no shock, the town was small enough and the weather still nice enough that a bike ride was perfectly acceptable. He rolled the window down and looked out to see the rider but all he saw was a boy picking himself up on the ground and a mangled bike on the ground. 

“Stop the car,” he said firmly. He knew it would look bad if the Mayor’s car ran a kid in town down. There was no way he was going to have that be headline news. 

“Beg pardon? Mr. Mayor, you have a meeting.” 

“Stop the car.” It was not a request. It was a demand.

The car came to a halt and Owen got out, buttoning his suit jacket as he started walking. He made a beeline for the boy on the ground, an apology on his lips when he reached him. “I am truly sorry for that, I hope you’re alright,” he said smoothly. Owen reached out a hand and offered it to him. “Let me help you up.” 

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“are they dead? did you kill them?”

Owen pulled the handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his hand before he looked up at his sister, an emotionless cold look placed on his face. “I caught them selling drugs in the club.” He said flatly. “I might drop them off at your ex’s to make sure my point is well received. What do you think?”

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🌟

Trust is not something that is given easily, but I trust my sister and my wife. That is about it. 

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blindingthelight:

Her eyes flit down at the book that is set down in front of her, a hand reaching out to pick it up. Fingers slip between pages and its cover, idly thumbing through its pages with idle interest. “Unfortunately, like I stated, what you have described could be a number of things spanning multiple mythos and folklore beyond that. Without more information, it is all speculation.” Aurora swiftly clasps the book closed, setting it aside.

“Move on to more known and broaden or narrow your search as you go deeper. Greco-Roman, Egyptian, Chinese, and Japanese would be good to shift your search to.” The titaness lifts her shoulders, eyes still sharp with wisdom.

Owen shrugged and sighed. “I’ve no ability to narrow it down,” he told her simply. “If it’s as common as you say it is, then it looks like I have a lot of research to do.” It was unfortunate, but he had no choice and he certainly wasn’t about to divulge his reason for picking the Norse mythology, to begin with. That was knowledge no one would be privy to. “I suppose I should get back to it. It’s been lovely talking to you professor,” he said with an incline of his head while he scooped up the book. “Have a wonderful night.” 

*finished*

Peace and Quiet || Owen & Aurora