killian-granger

[killian-granger]

Killian was naturally always hungry; drunk Killian was even worse. Standing just in front of the fridge, freezer door still wide open, he took a massive bite off of one end of an ice cream sandwich. Almost instantly a groan of appreciation slipped out. “So fucking cold--- but so good.” He muttered to himself only seconds before realizing someone else had entered the room. “This is so good. You want one?”

[killian-granger]

The steak sandwich held between both of his hands was a split second from reaching Killian’s mouth again when an exclamation drew him to a halt. Curious as to what could possibly elicit such a reaction in the otherwise quiet cafe he shifted his gaze. It settled onto a girl at the table adjacent to his own and, more importantly, the large and ancient looking text spread before her. After having lived over seventy-years he’d seen a lot of things but a book bound in flesh was new. The only outward reaction he gave to the sight, though, was a furrowed brow. “If you’re about to lay a curse on the lot of us, can you at least wait until I’ve finished my meal? I was actually looking forward to this...” 

Juliana sits at a table, deeply absorbed in a horrible, evil looking book bound in something that looks suspiciously like 500 year old human skin, with bizarre looking runes carved into the leather-flesh. She’s eating a caprese salad and as she stabs a piece of fresh mozzarella with her fork, her eyebrows lift up at some paragraph she reads. 

“What the fuck? Holy shit,” she says, unable to stop herself, as she covers her mouth.

[killian-granger]

Killian’s eyes briefly roamed over Rosalie’s features and the--- honestly, he wasn’t even sure what was spread across her face. That much was clear by the momentary puzzled look he wore before he eventually shook his head. “When’s the last time you left this place?” With a pointed stare he paused. They both knew the answer to that so he didn’t actually expect her to supply one. “You need to get out of the house for awhile and if I called first, you only would have said no.”

“Do I look like I feel like going out tonight? Definitely not. I’m supposed to let this sit for fifteen minutes before I can take it off. You know it’s really nice to give people a head’s up first.”

[killian-granger]

Killian headed down the sidewalk with his head bent, every ounce of his attention focused on the message across his phone screen. It was no wonder he didn’t immediately notice the girl until just after their shoulders brushed. “It’s okay--” Looking up and locking his gaze on her all too familiar face, he paused his words and broke out into a grin. It had only been a couple of weeks but it felt like a lifetime since he’d last seen the blonde. “Well look who it is.” A quiet chuckle passed from his lips as he took a step forward and pulled her into a hug. “Welcome home, Evie.” The embrace lingered for just a moment longer before Kil eased back and cast a glance down to her bag. “Let me take that for you.”

Stepping out of the cab in the middle of town with her duffel bag slung over one shoulder, Evie let out a sigh of relief. She was home, finally, it’d been a long couple of weeks for the blonde, she’d been on an emotional roller coaster for what felt like forever, but with the proper burial of Sam’s body, Evie was finally able to close that chapter of her life and move on. She’d always miss the man, but now she had a place that both she and Vanessa could go and visit him when necessary.

“Oh, excuse me.” Evie said with a polite smile as she accidentally bumped into someone as she began to make her way back towards the home she shared with Ness. “I’ve really got to watch where I’m going.”

[killian-granger]

“-- You mean the car flip and face plant you just did into the pavement? Right. Yeah, of course not. Didn’t see a thing.”

“I’m fine, it’s fine. No one saw that, these aren’t the droids you’re looking for.”

[killian-granger]

It was late, and he probably should have just headed straight back home, but it had been a long day and he was starving (as usual). When he’d come upon the bakery and realized it was still open the decision had been made before he even realized it. Killian pushed his way through the door and a gust of chilled November air from outside followed him in. As he approached the front counter he gave the guy behind the glass an acknowledging nod. “Yeah, could I just grab an everything bagel, toasted, to go?”

There was nothing more pleasant or content than autumn rain hitting against the windows of the bakery, with Donnie slicing up a loaf of sour dough bread in the kitchen. He was waiting for closing time, hoping that he wouldn’t have any other customers coming in at this time of the day. But of course, with his luck, he heard the bell above the front door ringing. Sighing to himself, Donnie walked to the front counter with a smile on his face. “Hi, can I help you?”

[killian-granger]

Killian remained posted up into the archway to the kitchen, watching in silent satisfaction as the sight before him played out. It felt good to see Max back where he belonged. In all honesty, he probably could have stood there all day watching the cheerful scene. However, he sensed that they were nearly finished; quietly clearing his throat he took a step forward and fully entered the room. As soon as Ira mentioned food his mouth stretched wide into a grin. “Breakfast? For me?” His words dipped in a teasing tone as she sidled up next to the pair and draped a casual arm across her shoulders. “I always knew you cared.” Sliding his gaze over to her face he smirked and then released her to steal Max in a hug instead. “I think she actually likes me.” He mock whispered conspiratorially to the boy before chuckling and giving Ira another sideways glance. “Admit it. You like me.”

   The laughter filling the Greyson house was a drastic change from the sullen mood that had filled the halls just days before. The youngest Greyson had been returned, safe and sound, and it had lifted the mood tremendously. Ira had volunteered the night before to look after Max so Sophia could catch up on some much needed rest and return to work, and the two were both up with the sun, in the kitchen and clearly enjoying themselves.   “Where should this one go?” Ira had bought a small tree to set up on one of the counters, which she and Max were decorating as they made breakfast for anyone that might happen to wander through - an inordinate amount of bacon, eggs, and chocolate chip pancakes in the shape of snowmen. They’d already hid the Christmas Pickle - a ridiculous tradition Ira had loved from the moment she’d heard about it - on the small tree, and were nearly done by the time they heard someone new make their way into the kitchen. “There’s food in the oven, help yourself.”

[killian-granger]

              KILLIAN GRANGER

(age.) 73 (species.) werewolf (occupation.) gunsmith and weapons consultant (residency.) 30 years (mirror.) theo james

❝  a pavement of the past

To understand Killian, you have to go back to 1937. Back to a time when Alexandria Hastings, a young werewolf of the Greyson pack, met and fell in love with a man named Rhys Granger. He was Beta of the Riordan pack in London and only visiting for a handful of weeks on pack business. In that short amount of time they shared a whirlwind romance of stolen nights, whispered secrets, and half formed plans that were never meant to see fruition. Their relationship wasn’t supposed to be anything but a fling but when it came time for Rhys to return home, Alexandria realized that she couldn’t go through with their inevitable goodbyes. With her mind made up she packed her bags and departed for London at his side. The two eventually went on to marry and in the winter of 1943 their first and only child, Killian Lucas Granger, was brought into the world.

From day one Killian was raised to be a warrior, to live and breathe the pack motto, “Esto sine timore”; be without fear. Riordan wolves did not shy away from a challenge, even if it meant a sure death, and he was never allowed to forget that. By adolescence the ideas of loyalty, perseverance, and sacrifice were as much a part of him as his own two hands. The greater good of his family, and his pack, would always and without exception come before his own needs or desires. It was a way of living that even at such a young age he welcomed and it became a common assumption that a position among the pack hierarchy looked promising for his future. Ultimately, however, that would never be. In the summer of 1956, when he was thirteen, the Riordan wolves were caught off guard in an attack and all but decimated because of a territorial feud. Once numbering close to 30, they were now reduced to one. His mother had been killed instantly and he himself had been injured in the fight. However, his father, though fatally wounded, had managed to get his young son away from the bloodbath before taking his last breath. Killian was suddenly alone but not for long.

Despite becoming a Riordan wolf by choice, his mother had been a Greyson wolf by birth and had never fully severed ties with her bloodline. Unbeknownst to him, she’d already made arrangements in the event that anything ever happened to her and her husband. Killian was retrieved in London and quickly sent to live with her familial pack. Almost instantly he was taken under the paws, so to speak, of some of his mother’s closest friends and former pack mates, Sophia Greyson, and her sister Daralis. Though he was angry and lost, Kil immediately formed an ironclad bond with the Original werewolves. In his eyes Sophia was the closest link he still had to his mother and, in a sense, became one to him herself. On the opposite end, Dara quickly became the mentor he needed and even more importantly, a friend. As time went on he slowly but surely assimilated into his new pack but the death of his parents was never forgotten or far from his mind.

For five years Killian patiently waited and carefully planned, spending his days and most of his nights in training with Dara or privately plotting his revenge. It wasn’t in his nature to kill needlessly but the wolves responsible for his parents death wouldn’t live to see one day more than he deemed necessary. At the age of eighteen he set off for London on his own and tracked them down. Whether it was through greed for more power or simple stupidity, those responsible had already managed to kill most of themselves off. Finishing the job for them was almost too easy a task and with their blood on his hands his curse was triggered. His goal was achieved and he returned to his pack without lingering in the city he had once called home.

From that moment on Killian has rarely strayed from his pack for longer than a few weeks at a time and his loyalty to the Greyson’s is unwavering. He fought alongside his pack in the Third World War and inevitably settled down in Hollow Grove after its establishment. It’s been his home ever since and he has no intentions of changing that unless asked of him. Where his pack goes, he’ll surely follow.

❝  the nature of the beast

In general, Killian is an agreeable man but, like most wolves, is prone to mood swings and an aggressive temper if provoked. He’s always put others before himself from a very early age and the years haven’t changed that behavior. But it’s important to remember that while he is willing to be a friend to most, his allegiance will always be to his pack. He is loyal and protective of those he considers family to a fault and there isn’t a single thing he would not do for them (whether it be lending a hand or taking a life). Because of their significance to him, this is especially said to be true of Sophia and Dara Greyson.

Though the Riordan wolf pack is no longer in existence, Killian still clings to their idea of living without fear. He’s more calculating than he is impulsive but he will face any situation head on. Even though he’s typically warm in nature he’s absolutely capable of becoming detached from his emotions with an almost frightening ease. He doesn’t allow feelings or his own well being to get in the way of what’s necessary. If it needs to be done it will be done one way or another; in his eyes there is no such thing as giving up or backing down.

[killian-granger]

He’s fire, she’s ice. Or maybe I’ve got that switched. But where he walks there’s ashes, and where she steps there’s strife. She’s strategy, he’s inspiration. Or maybe I’ve got that switched. But her fingers bring down mountains, and when he speaks they listen. He’s broken, she’s mourning. Or maybe I’ve got that switched. But his sister’s eyes haunt his days, and her cries ring out at night. She’s shaking, he’s unsteady. Or maybe I’ve got that switched. But, god, he tries to make things right, as her fingers hold him tight. He’s loyalty, she’s hope. Or maybe I’ve got that switched. But these things hardly matter when she’s got him wrapped up tight, when his lips find home at her shoulder, because where they meet, there’s Light.

Interchangeable Souls || LL

(A bellarke birthday poem for @liciapocalypse)

@daralisgreyson

[killian-granger]

The smack to his chest only served to bring a slight smile to his lips. He wouldn’t say it but the brief display of feisty behavior gave him hope that she would be okay. “I told you, it wasn’t that big of a deal. Joslyn has to know that making a real move would bring the entire pack down on her shoulders. She may not like it but she needs this treaty, and this town, just as much as we do.” Or so he hoped. Truthfully, all he could do was guess at what went through the vampire’s mind. It was clear that something inside of her had broken centuries ago and there was no telling what she would really do. If she did decide to follow through on her threats, though, he’d be ready. She didn’t scare him no matter how hard she tried. “Honestly neither have I but for everybody’s sake, I hope the stories aren’t true. If there’s even the slightest chance that they’re just misunderstood I’ll take that idea and run with it. For now.”

Evie sat up abruptly at his words, her eyes going slightly wide as she gently smacked Killian in the chest. “You had a run in with Joslyn Blackwell and you’re just now telling me?!” Her eyebrows were furrowed as a soft frown pulled the corners of her lips down. “I should kick your butt right now, you know that right?” She sighed, shaking her head as she lay her head back down on his chest and settled back into the position she was in before. “I’m glad you’re alright though. I haven’t had a lot of interactions with the Blackwells but I haven’t heard many good stories.”

[killian-granger]

Killian knew a thing or two about guilt. He felt it over the fact that he couldn’t save his former pack and he definitely felt it now talking to Rosalie. Coward wasn’t typically a word associated with the man, in fact it had never been said in relation to his name at all, but it would have been safe to say he felt like one when it came to the girl beside him. He wished he could just get it out there in the open but he needed her to be able to trust him. The truth would only bring about the opposite. No, now was not the time to be making life altering confessions. “I think... I think the fact that you woke up in a safe place at all says a lot about the man who changed you.” The words were hesitant on his lips. How could he give her the reassurance she needed without saying too much? “I mean, that shows he cared about making sure you were alright, you know? If he had done it with malicious intentions he probably just would have left you on the side of the road or something.” As he directed the SUV into the parking lot of the restaurant he shrugged. “At least that’s how it seems to me. That’s what I would have done if I wanted to make sure the person I bit survived and had a fighting chance at life.” He found an empty parking space and guided the car into it before killing the engine. “We all make mistakes, though. Nobody is perfect and we can never wash the blood or the poor decisions off of our hands completely. We can learn from them though. We can choose to try to be better than our former selves.”

“I figured.” Rosalie had never been around a pack, but a majority of the wolves she spoke to were raised in one. They knew exactly what they were getting into before it happened. They had a choice. Rosalie didn’t. “Sometimes I think that’s what makes it harder for me. I wasn’t raised around it like you. I really didn’t know what I was until I shifted the first time. I’ve told you before I have no clue who bit me. That night is still a blur to me. The first thing I remember was waking up with this searing pain in some random stranger’s home and I just left before he could find me.” She slowly turned towards him, and she slowly brought her eyes to his face. “I used to make terrible decisions. I’ve got a lot of self-guilt built up that I beat myself up over. This is just another thing to beat myself up over.

[killian-granger]

Killian definitely understood what she meant. Things were certainly better not than they had been in the beginning when he’d first moved to join the Greyson pack. Back then guilt and anger had consumed his every waking thought. Now, many decades later, it was merely something that festered in the background of his mind. It was only around this time of the year that the emotions made their annual reappearance full force. He suspected that this year it was stronger due to the way his visit to London had gone down. That was an entirely different story, though. As a quiet sigh pushed past his lips he merely nodded to show he got what she was saying. Her words were logical and he knew she made a very valid point. It was hard to follow through with though. “I’ll get there someday. I may not be immortal but I have at least a few more centuries to get my shit together. So far I don’t think I’ve been doing a terrible job,” His lips formed half of a smirk as he glanced over at Anastasia. “Unless you think differently? What’s your diagnosis, Doc? Am I completely beyond repair or is there hope for me yet?” As usual, when a conversation got too close to being serious, he resorted to joking around. The way he saw it, it was better than just completely shutting down.

Anastasia could relate very well to Killian’s words, hadn’t she as well failed her own mother and still felt guilty about it to this very day? Indeed, if she had been able to help her with all her new psychological knowledge her mother would probably still be here today, or at least would have lived a much longer life. Alas, there was no point in thinking about it now, it’s not like she could bring her mother back. Sighing, her forehead creasing a little, she responded, “Believe it or not, I know how you feel. Although it was a very long time ago, my mother killed herself and I often still blame myself for her death. However, you will never be able to move on if you keep thinking like that. Carrying this burden, it doesn’t do you any good. It’s not like you can go back and change the past, but what you can do is live your life to the fullest. And by live, I don’t mean exist, I mean live. Don’t you think it’s what they would have wanted? What do you think they would say if they saw you here, many years after the fact, still heartbroken and killing yourself over what you had no control over? Once you come to terms with what you have no control over, and only focus on what you can control, which is you right now, you’ll be much happier. I promise you that.” She looked deeply into his striking eyes and bit her bottom lip again, hoping that her words were registering. Control is also something she had had to come to terms with, or the fact that they had no control over anything except themselves. 

[killian-granger]

sophiagreyson:

Her mind was a muddled mess if she was completely honest, lord knew they’d been through plenty over the last 1000 years and she knew by far that this was not the worst of it but she still had to wonder how it could hurt this much after all this time. Sophia watched as he took a seat and she had to smile at his question. To say Sophia was proud of the young man before her was an understatement if she ever did hear one. “Delilah recently turned, she went home to take care of her parents things and hunters were waiting for her and Isabelle. They tortured them and it lead to her triggering. She doesn’t seem to want my help and I don’t know what else to do to get through her to her. Do you think you could use that charm of yours to help her out with training and just showing her the ropes. I don’t want her to go through this alone.” Sophia explained, she hoped Delilah would come around eventually, until then she didn’t want the young wolf to feel as if she had no one.

Killian had been very lucky all those decades ago. In addition to the preparation he’d received from his former pack, he’d had excellent guidance and training from the Greyson’s. To this day he attributed any success he’d seen in life to their influence. If there was another pack member who needed the same, he was more than happy to at least try to help out. From the sound of it, Delilah was resistant was it wouldn’t be the first time he’d dealt with that sort of thing. The fact that Sophia was personally asking him for the favor only increased the level of commitment already forming in his mind. “Don’t worry,” Kil tried to reassure her as he reached out to place a hand over top of her own. “I’ll do what I can, you know I will. I'd never leave family go through this alone.” And if there was one thing that could be said about the way he felt about every single member of their pack it was that they were absolutely Killian’s family. There wasn’t a single thing he wouldn’t do for them.

[killian-granger]

Killian’s head fell back toward the mirror with a deep laugh. “Is that so? Maybe I’ll take it under consideration,” The words trickled off as she continued to explore the idea of him remaining shirtless. When issy brought up the point of pneumonia, he only smirked and shook his head. “I think I’d be fine. My body heals itself pretty quickly. I’ve been caught out in a blizzard before without much protection and I’m still sitting here today, aren’t I?” Though it was true he was still mostly joking. Just because he’d survived didn’t mean it had been an enjoyable experience. He went to comment further but when she answered his previous question his smirk began to falter. Well shit. His hand lifted to rub at the back of his head as he shot her a sideways glance. “That doesn’t sound like it went well. You wanna talk about it?” Is she didn’t then his next move would be to drag her out of the bathroom to go and raid the liquor cabinet. If there was one thing he knew about the blonde it was that she wasn’t against day drinking.

Issy glanced over at him at the sound of the water moving. It was hard not to stare as he wrapped the towel around his waist. “Not that I need to say this but i feel obligated to tell you that, it would be in the best interest of everyone everywhere if you just walked around forever without a shirt on.” Issy chimed in shaking her head. “Although you could get pneumonia in the winter so maybe try not to die while doing that.” She said thinking about it some more as if it was a serious suggestion. Her face grew serious at his question though. “Yeah, unfortunately.” She’d always read that in relationships one party was always going to care more then the other, she just never expected she’d be the only one to care. 

[killian-granger]

Killian would have been lying if he said Kai hadn’t arrived just in time. Between the earlier part of his day and now the obnoxious group of young witches, his patience had all but run out. He had been in desperate need of not only a distraction but decent company, too. Placing his beer down on the scarred wood of the bar extending down the length of the room he turned in his seat to face the blonde. “Hey there,” In typical form only one corner of his mouth edged up with half of a grin. Though he wouldn’t say as much out loud, he really was glad she’d decided to honor his request. Or demand, as it really was. His dark gaze studied the scowl across her visage and the sight managed to bring a short laugh from his lips. “Don’t look so happy to see me,” He knew of course that it had nothing to do with him and everything to do with the drunken display near the front of the room. That didn’t stop him from joking about it, though.

001. Kil & Kai

Apparently an IKEA delivery was as exciting as the day was going to get. Scratch that, building the flat pack IKEA delivery would be. Having stripped off from her usual work attire into an oversized tshirt and some cut off shorts, Kaiden was ready for a seriously exciting evening. Sat cross legged in her living room, nose in a booklet, the string of notifications on her phone caught her attention. Now, to no stretch of the imagination was Kaiden a woman who bent down and took a man’s every instruction. God, the idea of being that kind of woman made her grimace every time. But as she noticed the name, she immediately grabbed for the phone.

[TEXT]: Busy. Big date night with a flat pack. [TEXT]: OH IS THAT SO? [TEXT]: I’ll be there in 10. I refuse to be liable for murder. [TEXT]: Try and behave for five minutes yes? ….And I’ll have a beer, thaaaaaanksss xoxo Still, it was not in her nature to be at anyone’s beck and call but Killian was some kind of exception. He was extremely good on the eyes and it was all very easy. Though she didn’t bother to change, she was sure to check herself in the mirror before leaving, fixing the blotched mascara after a long day. Knowing she didn’t live far from the Hair of the Dog, she briskly made a quick walk for it. After reaching the bar, a scowl danced on her lips at a group of girls as she entered. Please don’t stay. Noticing him pretty quickly, she skulked over, swatting hair out of her face. “Those girls make me want to pull my eyes out…” Disgust was almost laced in her voice, “Hi, though.”

[killian-granger]

She knows what you mean to me. The words drummed over and over again in his mind as the slow exploration of her fingertips traveled across his skin. It was a miracle that Dara couldn’t feel the rushing beat of his heart within his chest. The muscle was working itself into overdrive and the only thing that saved him from mental collapse was a few steady and deep breaths. He wanted to linger on the possibilities of what she could have meant by that but... it didn’t really matter, did it? In fact, it was better not to know. The tip of his tongue flicked out to wet his lips in a nervous gesture and then his hands reached up to grasp at the back of her head. His fingers longed to tunnel into her hair but he kept them still, only holding her to his chest as she got out what needed to be said.

When her hand thumped against his chest Killian let loose a deep laugh. He knew exactly what the phrase meant. Perhaps using it with Dara in mind was just another small way he tortured himself with what could and would never be. “Exactly. Screwing. As in you’re screwing me over with that movie choice.” His head shook from side to side as more laughter escaped him but the words had only been said in jest. Dara could have suggested they watch a documentary on the exciting life of algae and he still would have complied. It was just the way things were between them. Not wanting to linger in the living room any longer than necessary, Kil suddenly and without warning took Dara fully into his arms and then tossed her over his shoulder. “Let’s get on with it. My phone is still on the charger and I’m starving.”

He carried on that way throughout the entire mansion until, at last they reached his room. In a rather ungracious move he dumped her onto the messy blankets of his bed and then flopped onto the mattress beside her. His dark eyes drifted closed for a moment and one hand snaked out across the rumpled sheets to find her own. He had every intention of following through with their plans to have a lazy day full of takeout and Scarlett O’Hara, but there was one last thing he needed to say. As their fingers intertwined he gave a slight squeeze and his eyes peeled back open with the motion. “For the record? I’ll always come back, Dara. Always.” It was a confession of so many meanings but for now it would serve just the one purpose. He didn’t need her worrying over his safety. It would take more than a pissed off Original to keep him from returning home, from returning to her. Fighting to hold back a grin he prolonged the silence between them and only sighed. “Now will you please grab me my phone? I really am half starved.” Leave it to Killian to turn a potentially serious moment on it’s head.

Inevitably, one day she would lose Killian. It was a fact that Dara had braced herself with ever since meeting him at the age of thirteen. Much like everyone she held dear to her heart, save her siblings, there were set periods of time where she could enjoy the sound of their voice, the warmth of their embrace while basking in unforgettable memories. It was that spectrum that she valued and preferred whereas she dreaded the day she’d lose them. Finding a way to survive without them was doable, she had no choice in the matter. But finding out that Joslyn Blackwell had anything to do with their demise was something she could hardly live with. Killing the woman’s paramour was uncalled for, a guise to rile her up and decades later, she was still reaping the repercussions. Hearing that Killian’s time in London wasn’t as simple as it should’ve been worried her. He was her equal, someone who was capable, and the last thing he needed was to be a pawn in a game of revenge by immortals.

Allowing him to shift her over, her fingers trail over his collarbone as her chest heaved in an elongated sigh. “I just – she knows what you mean to me. Long time ago, I took someone who mattered to her away in the worst way possible so definitely, my fault. She’s pissed, rightfully so. And I don’t know how to make her forgive and forget, I’d grovel if it meant anything.” Proud as Dara was, she would if it meant getting Killian off her radar. “I know I can’t stop you from leaving Hollow, just do me a favor, drink your vervain, look both ways when crossing the street, just be careful. More than you already are.” She said firmly. Her head settled beside his sternum, she could hear the rhythmic beat of his heart reminding her he was alive, he was here and that was everything she needed. “And you always come back.” 

Her worried demeanor overtook the conversation and she knew he could tell. And thus when he continued only then did she muse a breathless laugh before thumping him in the chest, “Kil, I’m pretty sure Netflix and Chill is a euphemism for screwing.” Cerulean eyes squinted hard at him however her lips tugged in amusement, “But you’re right, we’re too tired to spar so I will definitely take you up on the Chinese food with the cute little crackers and a movie. Maybe Gone with the Wind. Because nothing says quality time and rest like sitting for four hours. And if you have a problem with it, in the words of my boy, Rhett Butler – frankly my dear, I don’t give a damn.”