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writing piece: chicago after the crater.

Buffy had left California after the crater swallowed up what was once Sunnydale, saying her goodbyes to everyone as they parted ways - Robin taking everyone else on the school bus and heading for Los Angeles while she mounted her motorcycle and headed wherever her journey brought her.

Which ended up being Chicago, a place rumored to have another hellmouth as well. She wasn’t sure if there was a slayer out here or not - and if there was? Buffy wasn’t about to step on any toes. She knew the spell that Willow did gave every girl the power to be a slayer if they desired it. The blonde made contact with Willow by email as soon as she was settled, finding a seedy motel to call home that would take rent by the month and getting a job as a waitress at a diner across the street. It wasn’t the first time she had taken up working at a diner, when she ran away all those years ago - it had been the same exact situation then. Only difference was that she hadn’t found anyone who had mystically turned old with no memory, people being forced by demons to work underground … as a way to pay debts. They were made to believe they were nothing and no one by the demons in charge, or end up beaten. Buffy remembered it because that had been the second time she crossed paths with that one girl who had been part of the vampire cult with Billy, who had wanted to TRADE HER to become immortal.

All because he was dying.

Remembering all of that just made her shake her head as she left the diner for the night, tired from a long day on her feet and just wanting to sleep. Heading across the street and down a few blocks, she walked through the poorly maintained fence of the seedy motel and headed up to her room. Unlocking the door, she dropped her bag on the end of the bed and kicked off her shoes. After a nice cool shower, the ache had been chased from her bones and she turned on the 50” television for background noise while sitting down at the table. This life was so slow, so quiet … a sigh passed through her lips before a scream or two made her jump up from the table, the chair falling back on the floor and she immediately turned off the television as she heard the screams again, a familiar electric sensation moving along her jaw and then down her spine. Stepping out of her room and onto the cement walkway barefoot, her fingers curling into fists as she looked around her in the darkness.

She heard familiar dark laughter coming from down the row of rooms, girls still screaming and crying from beyond the door as others using the motel as their home or a stop to sleep emerged from their room. Slipping back into her room, she grabbed the cross necklace off the nightstand, snapping the leg off a chair as a make-shift stake and tucked it into her sleeve while pulling her sneakers on. Without any hesitation, she followed the sounds of laughter and screams to the end of the row of rooms and kicked the door in - right off its hinges and it splintered. “Hi there, having a party and not inviting anyone else?” The vampire who was closest to the door charged her and she kicked him square in the chest, sending him CRASHING into the bureau and smashing it to pieces on impact. The girls who had bite marks on their necks were screaming, in fear and for help - they were tied to the bed and the other vampire screamed before charging at Buffy who flung him right through the window.

She wasn’t sure where the vampire she had flung out the massive window over the air conditioning / heating unit had run off to, Buffy was starting to untie the girls when she got grabbed by the shoulders and thrown into the wall with an ‘oof!’ following. The bigger one had gotten up and was flashing his fangs, getting to her feet … Buffy then realized that the vampire she was being stared down by? Was the ‘landlord’ of the motel! “Oh, guess I won’t be getting my deposit back …” Rather typical of her to make a witty quip just before dodging a punch and spin-kicking him right onto the bed that she had tried to release the girls from. It snapped and broke upon impact, the girls screamed and were crying now, racing to get themselves free and out of the room. Buffy launched herself up onto the big vampire and drove the stake right into his chest, it wasn’t always this easy but sometimes the bigger ones took a bit of time getting up again. The landlord exploded into a cloud of blood and ash, something she was used to and she got up from the floor with a sigh. “... Guess this town officially has a slayer now,” She murmured tiredly to herself as she dragged her feet, heading out of the room and stopped.

Noticing the approach of flashing red and blue lights, looking down at the poorly maintained pool area where those who had been woken by the screams had gathered … to inform the police of what they heard. Not one of them had seen anything that had actually happened, but the two girls who were amongst the patrons had seen exactly what had gone on. ‘ I have to leave … ’ Quickly walking to her room, she packed up everything she could get her hands on and carefully walked down the stairs again. Making her way to the back parking lot where her harley davidson superlow ( HELLCAT ) was parked, putting the motel in her rearview mirrors … driving right towards the one place she’d get some peace and quiet to think.

The first cemetery she found.

She parked the motorcycle around the corner and as near to the fence as she could get, looking around a bit before tossing her bag over and following in suit. Climbing up and over and landing on both feet like she always had, exhaling a deep breath into the cool night air as she picked up the bag and began to walk towards the nearest bench.

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sometimes, a broken heart heals slower when time is the only thing left healing it. -- lourdes rasmussen.

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》BUFFY'S FIRST GIRLFRIEND: Malika Tala ( LAST NAME REDACTED. ) 》face claim: Yasmine Al-Bustami

》Malika met Buffy a few months after Joyce passed away ( 2001 - 2003 ). The transition period between grief and recovery is a rocky one, but they made it through and dated up until Malika's death ( caused by the crater ). Willow had been the first to meet Malika, and help Buffy ( through advice ) navigate this new relationship.

》Buffy had actually gone RING SHOPPING with Willow because she planned to propose, but that didn't happen ( and she never returned the ring either ).

》Malika was the last intimate relationship Buffy had, and since her passing - she has shelved her heart.

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memorial day, 2015.

Arlington National Cemetery Arlington, Virginia content warning: war conditions, marine deaths.

Lourdes was quiet as she stepped out of the rental vehicle, bumping the driver’s side door shut with her hip as she placed the all too familiar dress cover on her head. Light brown hair had been fixed in a french twist and held in place with a dozen bobby pins, along with megahold hairspray. Black dress shoes had been shined the night before, dress slacks ironed out properly as well so it matched the stark white dress shirt beneath the dress jacket. Crisp white gloves adorned both hands, and she could feel them shake a little while walking away from the vehicle towards the marker for SECTION 60. This is where the buried those who had died in combat during Operation Enduring Freedom and Operation Iraqi Freedom, where members from her battalion were buried. She remembered getting a phone call back in 2005 while still in college about Mullen, he was the first to go.

Mullen had been the translator for them, especially after she had transitioned out and could speak multiple languages as a matter of fact. The worst part about it is that he had left behind a young wife and newborn set of twins. Something that seemed to be rather common when military personnel got killed while in combat, they were always leaving someone behind - a risk they were all taking when they signed the contracts. For her it would have been her family, she didn’t like to think about how he had died. That’s because it was all too common again for them, an ambush during a night patrol of the area where insurgents had been spotted earlier that day. Just walked right into a trap in an abandoned house. He decided to just go in first without waiting. However, a LOT of the time when out on patrol … or on a mission … plans tend to get SIDELINED because it’s a warzone. Planning often goes out the window a LOT and things get overlooked because you’re in the middle of trying to not only keep yourself alive, but your fellow marines as well as not have civilian casualties either or get hit with friendly fire.

It wasn’t any surprise to her that the cemetery was overflowing with flowers, and visitors - it was only nine o’clock in the morning too. She quietly greeted those she past by while heading for the graves of her fallen brothers, head tilting briefly at the familiar figure standing before Mullen’s grave. “Fancy seeing you here, Silva.” Her voice made the 6’5” man turn around, like the majority of those still walking around - he was battle weary and battle hardened, it was easily readable on his face. His right arm was completely gone now, having gotten blown off by a grenade during battle in 2008 so he was honorably discharged and sent home. Obviously, it was a prosthetic underneath the dress uniform and he extended his hand to her.

“At least we’re both still here in some capacity, Rasmussen. Still chasing down idiots jumping their bails I take it?”

Lourdes nodded her head, “Took a few days off from that in order to come up here. You seen Clément, Brewer and Ainsworth yet sir?” Silva actually outranked her, well he HAD stayed in longer so now he was a retired Gunnery Sergeant.

Silva shook his head, “Not yet, we can go together.” He offered her his left arm so they could walk together and find the rest of the graves of their fallen brothers. “Mullen’s former wife hasn’t been here since after he got buried, from what I’ve heard. His kids come up with their grandparents, she moved them to Louisiana three months after the funeral. Wanted nothing to do with any of us.”

This didn’t surprise Lourdes at all - it would have if she didn’t understand that significant others tended to BLAME the military for what happened to their loved ones. They knew the risk when they signed up, they still went - fought for their freedom. The blame game always happened, especially when someone was hurting really bad. “Are you at all surprised? Fairly certain she had a shoutin’ match with Brewer after the funeral ‘cause they were close … blamed him for not stoppin’ Mullen.” She shrugged, “I remember her dad pulling her away from him and telling her to quiet down - that it wasn’t helpin’ any.”

Silva nodded his head, “I remember that. Both babies were there and started crying up a storm because she was raising her voice.” They stopped in front of three more graves now, “You weren’t with us when it happened but Brewer and Clément both died from driving over an IED while on the way back from patrol one morning … Ainsworth got shot in the neck by a kid … no more than fifteen.”

Lourdes cringed a little bit when he told her that. “I never did bother asking how they died … because deaths in a combat zone tend to usually be … well, gruesome no matter what.” Silva nodded his head, wrapping an arm around her loosely to hold her in a soft hug.

“I was going to tell you after the funerals, while at the bar with everyone else but you were so excited ‘bout telling me that you had just started working with some other bail bond places so you could travel and not be stuck in South Carolina…” Silva whispered a little. “I didn’t think it was appropriate for me to tell you then, didn’t want to darken your happy cloud.”

Lourdes sniffled a bit, removing a glove to brush her fingers along the bottom of her eyes while tears fell. “It’s all right sir. I understand why you didn’t and why you are now, I would have done the same … or sent a letter.” She sniffled again and thanked him quietly as he handed her a small tissue pack, dabbing her eyes dry. Thankfully, she opted to not wear any makeup at all, it was just easier when she knew what kind of day she was going to have.

Silva took the tissue pack back and removed one for himself, drying his own eyes. “Some of the finest individuals I’ve ever had the pleasure of serving with are buried here, Rasmussen.”

Lourdes inhaled a deep breath, “Ooh-rah sir.” She managed to say not too loudly so as to not disturb anyone around them.

Silva chuckled a little bit, “Ooh-rah.” He unwrapped his arm from around Lourdes and they left the section that their fallen were buried in, walking her back to the rental car and opening the driver’s side door for her. “You headin’ back to South Carolina now or?”

Lourdes shook her head, “Back to my hotel for a few hours - flight leaves at 9:15 tonight so just going to pack up and likely sleep before heading to the airport sir.” Silva nodded his head before she closed the door and started the vehicle, driving off quietly for her hotel.

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estelle despoina desrosiers

tracked tag: desrosiersx

nicknames: stell, stella, des, poina, madre / mama ( montgomery ).

entomology:

estelle - From an Old French name meaning “star”, ultimately derived from Latin stella. It was rare in the English-speaking world in the Middle Ages, but it was revived in the 19th century, perhaps due to the character Estella Havisham in Charles D*ckens’ novel Great Expectations (1860).

despoina - Means “mistress, lady” in Greek. In Greek mythology this was the name of the daughter of Demeter and Poseidon. She was worshipped in the Eleusinian Mysteries, which were secret rites practiced at Eleusis near Athens.

desrosiers - Means “from the rose bushes”, from French rosier “rose bush”. It probably referred to a person who lived close to, or cared for a rose garden.

date of birth: 11.22.1973

zodiac sign: sagittarius

place of birth: rochester, ny

residence: washingtown, d.c.

gender: female

species: mortal

occupation: fbi special agent, Major Crimes Unit ( 2003 - present )

previous occupation:

lvmpd || las vegas metro police department ( 6 years, last 4 as a member of S.W.A.T. ) | 1997 - 2002

2016 - 2018 ; temporarily reassigned to the norfolk field office as part of a special task force

orientation: heterosexual

parents: both deceased.

sibling (s):

Iris Clara Desrosiers | younger sister, 33

Alexander Josue Desrosiers | older brother, 52

pets:

Agamemnon ; Belgian Malinois ; retired service dog ; 03.02.2020

Alfalfa ; American Akita ; fully trained guard dog

children:

1, montgomery “monty” jacob booth ( son || date of birth; april 25th, 2008 | father is seeley booth )

height & weight: 5'4", 175 lbs.

hair & eyes: dyed blonde ( naturally a brunette ), green.

piercings: two holes in each ear.

tattoos:

[ 001; claddagh ring ] – located along the curve of her spine, estelle got this tattoo at the five month mark of her pregnancy with her son ( montgomery ), although there is a noticeable crack in the heart.

[ 002 ] ; “The only way to a woman’s heart is along the path of torment.” - Marquis de Sade / located on the ribcage, left side. // this tattoo was acquired in 2015.

education:

James Monroe High School ( 1988 - 1992 )

St. John’s University ( bachelor’s in criminal justice || 1992 - 1996 ).

extra curricular activities: ice skating, girls hockey, lacrosse and field hockey.

NYPD Police Academy Training ( 6 months. || 1997. )

FBI Academy Training ( 20 weeks || 2003. )

religion: catholic.

additional spoken languages: english ( native ), french, arabic, pashto, farsi, russian, mandarin, german, portuguese, czech, & dutch.

nationality: french-american ( 4th generation )

heritage: american • greek • french

ethnicity: European / Greek

instagramaccount: ( not real. ) blondieinthenatcap ( short for blondie in the nation’s capital )

additional training in muy thai & krav maga

served for six years in the las vegas metro pd, four of those six years were on the LVMPD swat team // left the lvmpd at the rank of Sergeant

went to college for her bachelor’s in criminal justice

almost became a federal marshall instead of an fbi agent.

was actually recruited twice by the fbi while in the LVPD, the last time was when she took the offer.

estelle & montgomery live EXACTLY three floors above seeley in the same building. ( pre-booth/brennan. * updated version is she moved into a condo mid 2010. )

backup guns: Beretta Nano ( 9mm ), Beretta Pico ( .380 )

main on duty gun: Glock 22

favorite things: hazelnut mochaccino with coconut milk, chouquettes, raspberry creme filled crossiants, greek yogurt with sliced bananas and peanut butter, Macaróns, Madeleines, & Mille-Feuille.

ps4 gamer; all three bioshock games, until dawn, homefront: the revolution, we happy few, sims 4, the evil within, the evil within 2, red dead redemption, fallout 4, call of duty: modern warfare, call of duty: ghosts, call of duty: ww ii, far cry 5, assassin’s creed IV: black flag, assassin’s creed: origins, tomb raider.

personal preference: reign total body fuel is far superior ( especially in taste ) over bang energy, which she took TWO SIPS OF AND FOUND IT WAY MORE SUGARY THAN NECESSARY. ( will drink it as a substitute for coffee during the warmer months especially. )

cleaned floors and did laundry for extra cash throughout college.

wears reading glasses for tiny text in printed items ( books, magazines, newspapers, etc ) & on screens ( phone, tablets, laptops ). // been wearing them since she was 39.

can & still does play - the oboe, the piccolo, & alto saxophone.

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lack of interaction ≠ lack of interest. sometimes, life gets in the way, or my muse doesn't cooperate with me the way i want, or i'm simply too anxious to take the first step. but just because we currently don't have any interactions going, doesn't mean that i'm not interested in writing with you and your muse(s). maybe the perfect opportunity hasn't presented itself yet, or i couldn't think of a good enough plot but that never ever has anything to do with you. after all, we're mutuals for a reason and that's usually because i enjoy seeing you on my dash and would love to write with you ― whenever that may happen.

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( FACE CLAIM CHANGE.

Bianca Pena-Pérez is now Erendira Ibarra. )

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( location: London, England )

Buffy had managed to talk her Seraphim envoy for The Powers That Be to leave the states for London. It wasn’t that she didn’t love being there anymore - the world had moved on from her death and so should she. In the sense that there was no point in returning to California because she didn’t look like the old her anymore. That was the whole point though, at least from what Engelfrid had explained to her - a new body was required because her old one was no longer useful. So, she had taken over whomever this woman used to be - obviously someone not long for the world until Buffy’s consciousness inhabited her. She was laying across the couch with the television on in the background, Engelfrid had left very early this morning and wherever he had gone ? He couldn’t bring his phone, making him effectively incommunicado until he came back. Sitting up, she looked at the clock before getting to her feet and pulled her sneakers back on. Outside, the sun had begun to dip beyond the horizon and the sky slowly began darkening.

Grabbing her keys from the little basket near the front door, the female checked the battery percentage on her phone and tucked it into her purse along with a portable charger. While there was food in the refrigerator ? Buffy didn’t really feel up to making a meal that she was going to end up eating alone, and she didn’t go out to dinner very often - patrolling tended to take up most of her time just like it had before. Tonight would be no different, but like before . . . there was an electric tingle in her jawline that moved slowly along her spice. Eyebrows furrowing as she proceeded to climb into the cab that would ferry her down to King Street.

Saigon Saigon, Vietnamese restaurant.

Stepping inside of the restaurant, Buffy approached the hostess stand and gave the woman behind it a soft smile. Ready to speak but the sudden violent vibration of the ground beneath them caused panic to ensue, screams from the patrons rang out throughout the entire restaurant. Both staff and patrons were running for the exit, tables and chairs falling to the ground as they were knocked over. The sound of glasses and dinnerware shaking and shattering in the kitchen and from the bar. Her attention turned towards the kitchen as cries for help echoed from there, someone had gotten trapped in there in all the commotion. The shaking hadn’t subsided, only intensified like the ground was being torn apart so it could open up. As she approached the kitchen, Buffy skidded to a halt and put a hand in her pocket - absentmindedly opening the velvet pouch and removing the contents. Sliding on the tortoise framed glasses, her eyes adjusted for a second behind the familiar Schufftein glasses before pushing open the swinging door as much as she could. Her heart sank, there was a crater sized hole in what used to be the floor. “... No…” The words barely a whisper in her throat, she could see movement at the edges of the hole. A familiar ebb of magic in the air, making the tiny hairs on her arms and legs stand on end as the electric tingle vibrated in her jaw and along her spine A G A I N.

Another HELLMOUTH had just opened.

Removing the glasses as quickly as she could, slipping them back into the velvet pouch and ducking behindwhat used to be some metal shelves just as something black began climbing up out of the crater. Te cries for help started up again and the creature’s head snapped up, a low growl emitting from it’s throat as it stalked towards whomever was crying out. A sickening snap of teeth filled the room, flesh being torn off was next and Buffy turned away so she didn’t have to see the blood dripping from the dog like monster’s sharp teeth with glowing red eyes. What made her lift her head up? The sound of hooves on what remained on the floor, was that a horse? Or a donkey? Either way it made a noise at the massive dog-like creature before leaping over the crater to head out into the front of the restaurant. The sound of bones being snapped and more tearing of muscles or organs followed as she crept along for the exit.

And then … something fell, a a pot that had survived? Maybe a pan? She wasn’t sure but it made a loud metal clanging sound that echoed throughout the kitchen and rang in the ears of the dog-like creature. In a matter of seconds came rushing through the mess and debris from the other side and almost pounced on her but was flung back suddenly by some force. A familiar radiating warmth moved through the air, the slight flutter of air from … wings? She jumped up then and looked towards the figure standing not too far off from where she was. A massive hole in the nearest wall that clearly the Seraphim had blown through to get here. “Engelfrid!” She shouted and raced over to hide behind him, watching as the massive dog-like creature slowly got to its feet and let out a loud snarl that shook the room.

❝ I’m right behind you, give me a few extra minutes with this one first. ❞ He nodded to her and watched her race off into the alleyway before his entire body was engulfed in fire - not just regular fire but holy fire as he charged at the creature and the impact caused another shockwave as well as an explosion. Everyone outside screamed as the flames exploded throughout what windows remained, tables and chairs being flung out from force and burnt to a crisp as Engelfrid adjusted his jacket. Heading into the alleyway as the flames destroyed what was left of the dead body and the black shuck, walking slowly alongside Buffy to head for the nearest cemetery to discuss what had just happened. ( Holy fire embodiment x fire mimicry. )

Brompton Cemetery.

Having entered the cemetery through a back gate, Buffy quietly looked around while they moved through the rows of headstones and passed a few mausoleums before finding a bench to sit down on. Taking a deep breath, hands running through her hair as she sighed. “ … Another hellmouth JUST opened up, E. And we have another problem!”

Engelfrid blinked a few times when she said that, curious as to what she even meant. ❝ What did I miss? ❞

She decided to skip over the part about him being gone all day and just NOW showing up, “ … A horse looking thing? Maybe a donkey? Came climbing out of that hole in the ground too. Whatever IT was … cannot be good either. The WHOLE time I had that funny feeling in my jaw like I usually do when the forces of darkness are around.”

❝ Well, we’ll have to check out the nearest library or scout around online to see what kind of malevolent creatures are native to these parts of the country. As for that big dog-looking thing? That was a Black Shuck, almost like a hellhound if you think about it - I’ll have to get some of my books from storage so you can read up on them … they terrorized this country in the past. ❞ Engelfrid sat down beside her on the bench now, ❝ I’ll also inform the powers that be about this latest development, scrounge you up some weapons … you’re definitely going to need them. ❞

Buffy scoffed softly and nodded her head, “Yeah … the immortal life of a slayer does not stop. First off though, still need to eat.” She got to her feet with another sigh, “... Think we can write an anonymous letter and send it back to Giles or something?” Turning around to look at Engelfrid, he seemed hesitant before nodding. “I don’t mean about me . . . I mean about what is going on here or what just happened. He needs to know.”

Engelfrid got to his feet and nodded again, ❝ I do not disagree with you - especially since this country is his home just as much as America was yours. Considering his bloodline and everything, he might be able to get us some help here or something. ❞

She had given up questioning how he knew so much, because she figured he was being informed whenever he asked TPTB questions or something like that. After a few more minutes they left the cemetery all together and headed back to the house they were renting.

( resource links: black shuck, brag. )

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no longer active, mostly an archive now. ( 08/02/2023 )

the characters: bianca, bronte, buffy ( au ), linda, lourdes & evangeline.

Estelle.

face claims.

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--- Greenville, SC.

Thirteen years had really flown by and Lourdes’ hadn’t expected it to come up this fast, mostly because there had been weeks or a few months where time dragged its feet. The construction of the farmhouse, barn and two corrals had taken this long - better slow and safe rather than quick and structurally unsound. A month ago, Lourdes had purchased two more dogs - Australian shepherds from a breeder that was local. In six months they’d be coming home to the ranch. Sol and Luna were older now, so they wouldn’t be running around for much longer which was fine. Her Malinois’ would sit on the porch with either Gabe or Mari, just watching the ranch hands do their thing - take care of the horses or help with lessons. Whatever tasks were needed for the day. She was loading the last box of her things into the trailer that was hitched to the back of her car, which she planned on selling in order to buy a truck once she was in Colorado. Locking up the trailer, she gave one last look at the dark brick house that had been home since she got out of the Marines. Sol and Luna were seated in the back of the car, looking at her from the open window and watching her as she went to the mailbox and put the keys inside. The real estate agent was coming by in an hour to pick up the keys for the new owner, they had bought all but anything for the dogs. It had made the move a little easier, other than all the money she’d been saving over the last few years plus her military pension. “ . . . Time to get on the road,” She whispered to the two, walking around the front of the Dodge Charger to the driver’s side.

She was nervous. It was a twenty-five hour drive from Greenville to Pasgosa Springs, which she was splitting up into a two day drive. SHE WAS NERVOUS. This future wasn’t just her own, she had managed to talk David into retiring into an easy life with her - obviously his kids were coming with him. She loved those two as much as she loved him, there was no way she would have even mentioned it at Christmas all those years ago if she had intentions of pulling them apart.

‘ La familia lo era todo y la intención de permanecer juntos. ’ ( Family was everything and meant to stay together. )

She had grown up living with her paternal grandparents, they helped raise her and her sisters’ while her parents worked their hardest to keep the roof over their heads. Family dynamics had changed quite a bit since she was younger but the world had also changed, and it was so easy sometimes to walk away instead of toughing it out and working through problems. Although, if anyone asked her why she wanted them to stay together … that was definitely the reason, because despite the hard times it was important to not give up on each other.

Her focus shifted back to the drive ahead - most of it spent listening to a podcast, the dogs slept in the back and only woke up when she stopped at a little park six hours into the journey so they could run around in the fresh air and do their business. She fed them before letting them back into the car, stopping somewhere to get food for herself before making it to where they were staying for the night. Sleep wasn’t going to come easy for her, the tv was playing softly in the background to also mute the … noisy neighbors in the room next door. Her white noise machine was all packed up, now she regretted putting it in her suitcase instead. “ … If this keeps up past one am, I’m calling the front desk.” Begrudgingly, she rolled over onto her stomach and turned off the bedside lamp so only the glow from the television illuminated the room. Somehow, despite her nervousness … she drifted off to sleep and woke up to her face being licked. Rolling over, she kicked off the covers finally and opened the room door to the balcony - thankful she had a room on the second floor and letting her dogs do their business on some newspaper before feeding them again before leaving. Picking up breakfast along the way after getting gas for her car.

— Pagosa Springs, CO.

WELCOME TO LUCKY SPRINGS RANCH.

The last two hours of the trip had really caused her nervousness to uptick in activity, she had to stop a few extra times to leave the car to take a walk up and down the side of the highway or wherever she had pulled over. Sol and Luna had joined her every time, one or the other actually sitting in the passenger’s seat to try and keep her company. She had turned off the podcast the closer they got to the ranch, rolling the windows down and letting the cool breeze fill the car with the scent of the earth - trees, the grass, the dirt underneath it and the dew as it had rained the night before. Clouds were still lingering in the sky, threatening to open up again, moving the passenger’s seat forward so the dogs could get out while she unlocked the front door. The house was fully furnished because once it had been finished? She had ordered it room by room - or had pieces delivered by local shops, coming out a day or two in advance to oversee it being put in the proper room or to build it herself. For now though, she went back to at least unloading the boxes from the trailer and got whatever else she had in the trunk.

She’d bring the trailer to the rental place to return it in the morning, clearly too tired from unloading everything and unpacking the kitchen boxes - she flopped on the couch. Grateful to finally be home … and wondering how long it would be now before David and the kids would come walking through that door. A small smile appearing on her sleepy face as she curled up into the couch, drifting to sleep.

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the worst day since yesterday. ( 2022 writing piece. )

Removing the leather bound journal from her mini backpack, she unraveled the ties from around it and swore under her breath as the felt tip pen unceremoniously fell out and to the floor.

— 𝓝𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓶𝓫𝓮𝓻 28𝓽𝓱, 2022.

So … it's been a while since I last wrote anything in you. Sorry about that I guess? But the it's been a few months since I've actually needed to. That was the plan though …. right? To journal only to help clear my mind for the worst days. … And today was definitely one of the worst that I've had to deal with in a loooooong time. Lourdes was seated in her car in the parking lot of Carolina Bail Bonding Inc. Everybody had gone home for the day and she … was taking a little longer to help clear her mind for the drive home. Sniffling softly, she brought a hand up to wipe away the tears from her eyes. Staring down at the edge of that index finger, noticing that it had little black smears on them, not caring that her mascara was smudged now. The mechanical pencil moved carefully against the paper once more.

Here's the story. Someone's beloved abuela showed up this afternoon just after lunch … because the owner got a phone call from her grandson's defense attorney. The man didn't have the time or the energy to find a translator or try to tell her what was going on. Her grandson has been gone for two months, out on bail for his reckless driving while drunk that killed three kids. … He received a mystery call from some country with no extradition to the states, telling him the kid isn't coming back. This older woman reminds me of my own abuela, who lived with me and my family while growing up. She spoke nothing but Spanish, so I had the misfortune of having to sit her down and translate the best I could … … … — Eso se debe a que su nieto no solo no compareció ante el tribunal sin una buena razón, sino que se saltó la fianza y huyó del país ... el tribunal la mantenía en casa. { That because her grandson not only failed to appear in court without a good reason, jumping his bail and fled the country ... the court was keeping her home. } A home she worked likely most of her life to keep, that she raised her family and their families in. Her hands were shaking as she held the journal, dropping it into the passenger's seat just as two drops fell into the page before she did. Tears mixed with mascara stained the page, she couldn’t finish it. She was too exhausted - too mentally and emotionally exhausted from the turmoil of today. Placing both hands on the wheel, she dropped her head down between her arms as a cry of anguish tore from her throat now.

After some time had passed, Lourdes finally started the engine once she had cried as much as possible. Having wrapped up the journal again, placing it and the pencil inside the mini backpack once more and used a make-up wipe to clear away what remained of her mascara. Once home, she let the dogs run around outside while putting their food together. All she did was shower and put on her most comfortable pajamas, no energy to even eat herself.

The journal entry would remain incomplete for now, it weighed too heavy on her heart. Turning on the white noise machine to try and help her fall asleep.

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