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“S’not  like  you  make  it  very  hard,”  he  started,  plopping  himself  down  on  a  stool  next  to  the  man.  “All  anyone  has  to  do  is  follow  the  wet  dog  smell.”  In  truth,  it  was  only  but  coincidence  they  ran  into  each  other.  Though,  between  the  two,  Dante  was  probably  more  thrilled  about  it  than  Nishant.  Yes,  Dante  took  great  enjoyment  in  Nishant’s  dislike  of  him,  and  all  because  Dante  knew  too  much.  

“I  would’ve  thought  you’d  avoid  the  drink,  considering  last  time.”

Nishant had already decided that he didn’t like Dante one bit, but he kept him around because what else was he supposed to do. Things said in a drunken stupor that were certain to be kept by that night alone, didn’t mean Dante would never find anyone to listen. But Nish wanted to keep those secrets, or at least ensure that whomever heard them would never believe them, so he kept his friends close and his enemies closer, and he regarded Dante as a somewhat unwanted friend. 

But this friendship was always a bomb three seconds from blowing up, as he stared him down now, filling his glass with some drink of his choice. “It almost feels like you’re following me,” he said. Luckily The Little Duck was almost empty, a quiet Tuesday evening, most people outside to drink in the park, catching the last bit of sunlight. ( @ohglcw​ )

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zhyansuri​:

Zhyan thought for a moment. “Yes,” he eventually answered, making room on the bench, even if he was unsure if the other would sit, it was better to already claim space for himself and leave space over. Away from him, of course, it wasn’t hard to sense the other’s imbalance, though Zhyan would not have been able to say it was an imbalance, instead it sensed like something was on fire, the harsh smell of burn together with the sensation of not having much around to breathe or hold onto. “It got very busy very fast, I didn’t think there would be so many people… well, at least not this late still.” He could still see the lights of the fair, and it shone through the attractions and the trees, setting light to everything around. You could probably see it from space, he thought.

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“It’s  a  fair.”  Came  his  lazy  statement,  as  he  made  no  move  to  sit  down  next  to  them  man.  he  had  nothing  against  the  man,  his  problem  laid  entirely  on  himself.  Something  evil  crawled  under  skin,  taking  hold  of  him.  He  could  hear  a  faint  whisper,  and  it  irked  him.  Yes,  he  had  lied  before,  he  was  running  because  he  felt  like  he  was  going  to  explode  and  needed  to  calm  down.  “Why  come  if  you  didn’t  want  to  be  around  people?”  The  pot  calling  the  kettle  black.  

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The  universe  was  messing  with  him.  Truly  it  was.  Out  of  all  the  people  he  was  currently  running  away  from,  it  had  to  be  her.  Out  of  all  the  places,  it  was  here.  And  he  didn’t  mean  here  at  the  fair,  but  Fenrir  in  general.  He  honestly  should  have  known,  should  have  remembered,  that  Fenrir  was  her  hometown.  And  with  everything  go  on,  why  wouldn’t  she  come  back?  Why  wouldn’t  she  come  back  home?  Had  bodies  started  showing  up  in  Canada,  he  would’ve  returned  home  as  well.

But  seeing  her  here,  with  the  knowledge  that  someone  out  there  targeting  their  kind  —  It  wasn’t  sitting  well  with  him.  While  the  two  never  technically  had  the  official  title  of  being  together.  He  wouldn’t  lie  and  say  he  didn’t  love  her,  or  come  close  to  it.  Shit,  it  was  the  reason  he  left  London.  He  didn’t  want  what  happened  to  Gabby,  to  happen  to  Asha.  He’d  never  forgive  him,  much  like  everything  else.  

He  gave  her  a  lazy  shrug,  betraying  nothing  of  the  inner  turmoil  he  was  currently  battling  with.  “You  have  something  against  Fairs?”  She  really  didn’t  have  to  answer  for  him  to  know  the  answer. 

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Asha hides her surprises at the sight of the all-too-familiar face behind a sharp smile, all teeth and a smug grin. Anything was better than showing how unnerved she was by his presence. After all this time. In her hometown. “Fenrir’s Wood’s Duck Fair? Really, Dante?” What are you doing in the middle of bloody nowhere, in the middle of my hometown. Well, not her hometown but…close enough. She was standing in line for her family’s coffee stall when she spotted him – a ghost, a distant memory (or so she says, no, insists) standing there in the broad daylight. And because she can never hold her tongue (certainly never around him), she can’t resist the urge to hurl the words in his direction, as if landing the first blow meant something, as if it asserted her somehow. 

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@oh-chung-ae​

While  he  wasn’t  oldest  in  the  Cortez  family,  Gabriella  having  claimed  that  title,  he  was  the  one  that  seemed  the  most  mature.  As  mature  as  one  can  be  for  someone  who  practically  ran  away  from  home  instead  of  trying  to  logically  fix  the  problem.  That  was  beside  the  point,  and  this  wasn’t  about  him.  This  was  about  the  man  in  front  of  him.  

“You  alright?  You  look  like  you  about  to  fall  over.”

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@aslixkaya​

“I’ll  just  live  in  the  forest  as  a  goblin.”  He  didn’t  know  how  they  got  on  this  conversation,  or  what  it  was  even  about.  Only  that  a  hypothetical  was  purposed,  and  he  had  one  too  many  beers  to  come  up  with  a  serious  answer.  

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@maleeapinya​

Dante  was  never,  and  has  never,  been  very  good  at  expressing  himself  verbally.  Words  were  never  something  that  came  easy  to  him.  Tattoos  on  the  other  hand,  and  yes  he  had  a  few,  helped  in  that  area.  Each  piece  of  art  etched  into  his  skin  had  a  meaning,  though  many  knew  it.  He  could  remember  when  he  first  got  one,  the  look  of  disappointment  on  his  mother’s  face.  Now  he  had  about  four,  and  was  now  about  to  get  a  fifth.

At  least,  that  was  his  intention.  He  had  nothing  but  a  rough  draft  of  an  idea,  and  hoped  the  artist  would  help  him  come  to  a  conclusion.  Dante  unfolded  the  piece  of  paper  that  held  his  idea,  and  passed  it  over  to  woman.  “It’s  rough  idea,  but  this  is  what  I  was  thinking  of  getting,”  he  started.  “Maybe  on  the  inside  of  my  bicep.”

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“Hey,”  he  called  out,  walking  over  to  the  other  male  from  the  other  side  of  the  garage.  “I’m  gonna  head  out  and  grab  some  lunch,  you  want  anything  from  Dirty  Pete?”

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“You  know,  I’m  starting  to  wonder  if  you  are  just  stalking  me  at  this  point.”  He  was  annoyed,  but  his  lazy  tone  betrayed  nothing.  Since  the  moment  he  stepped  foot  in  Fenrir,  this  woman,  a  witch,  a  coven  leader,  has  been  on  his  case.  

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“It  wasn’t  your  fault.  She’s  just  being  overdramatic,  like  always.”  He’s  been  on  the  phone  with  his  brother  for  over  an  hour,  maybe  longer.  From  what  he  could  gather,  there  had  been  an  argument  over  something,  he  honestly  couldn’t  recall.  And  if  he  was  being  honest,  he  just  wanted  this  conversation  to  be  over.  It  wasn’t  that  he  didn’t  want  to  talk  to  his  brother  but  he  was  at  work.  Though,  there  was  really  nothing  much  to  do,  and  he  was  truthfully  just  waiting.

“Look,  enano,  I  gotta  go.”  He  could  hear  his  brother  groan  through  the  phone  as  he  pulled  the  device  away  from  his  ear,  ultimately  hanging  up  on  his  brother.  

“Topher,”  he  greeted.  “You  said  you’d  be  here  an  hour  go.”

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"Not  particularly."  Came  his  lazy  response,  not  caring  to  elaborate  any  further.  It  wasn't  the  crowd  he  was  hiding  from.  It  was  — actually  he  was  unsure  what  he  was  running  from.  Well,  there  was  many  things,  but  nothing  that  related  to  the  situation  at  hand,  and  all  of  it  personal.  None  of  which  had  to  do  with  the  corwd  or  the  fair,  in  general.  Unless.  He  just  wanted  to  be  somewhere  quiet  for  a  moment.  So  truthfully,  maybe  he  was  running  from  something.    "That  what  you're  doing?"

Zhyan felt increasingly uncomfortable walking through the large crowds, sure, he knew there were a lot of supernaturals around Fenrir’s Wood, it hadn’t taken long to figure that out, but here they were all so close, so muddled together. He found that he was directing himself through the crowd, away from most of them, till he found a way through the attractions and onto a patch of grass surrounded by trees. He sat down on a bench, taking a deep breath, then flinched again when the scent of a stranger washed over him. “Oh! Uhm, are you also running from the crowds?” ( @fenrirswoodstarters​ )

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Hey,  isn’t  that  DANTE  CORTEZ.  I  thought  they  went  away  for  the  summer?  Did  you  hear  they  might  be  a  WITCH?  What  I  do  know  for  certain  is  that  they’re  33,  and  they’re  ANALYTICAL  and  ENIGMATIC.  They’re  originally  from  SASKATCHEWAN,CANADA,  and  have  been  in  FENRIRSWOOD  for  4  YEARS  living  in  FORK’S  ROAD.  I  wonder  if  they  still  work  at  WIN  GARAGE  as  a  MECHANIC.  Best  if  they  stay  safe  for  now

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Born  as  the  third  child  of  a  large  farming  family,  Dante  Cortez  was  taught  from  a  young  age  that  family  always  came  first.  No  matter  what,  you  had  your  family’s  back.  He  grew  up  in  Moose  Jaw,  Saskatchewan,  with  his  five  siblings.  Working  with  them  on  their  family’s  farm.  From  growing  crops,  varying  from  wheat  to  corn;  to  raising  a  few  animals,  from  dairy  cows  to  chickens.

A  family  pretending  to  be  normal.

The  family  got  along  well  with  each  other.  Occasionally,  they  would  bicker,  tease  one  another,  At  times  taking  it  a  bit  too  far,  to  which  their  mother  would  have  to  come  in  and  scold  them.  Those  were  better  days.

While  Dante  loved  his  family,  and  would  do  anything  for  them,  he  ultimately  felt  as  though  he  didn’t  quite  belong.  He  was  of  the  same  blood,  yet  somehow,  he  was  different.  His  abilities  were  different.

While  his  siblings  heard  the  sweet,  gentle  calls  of  water,  of  earth;  of  creation.  He  heard  the  wrathful  voice  of  fire;  of  destruction.  When  his  powers  manifested  themselves  in  him,  when  the  doubt  started  to  creep  in,  his  parents  were  there  to  encourage  him.

There’s  nothing  wrong  with  you,  fire  allows  new  life  to  grow.

He  would  have  liked  to  believe  that.  Yet,  he  wasn’t  so  sure.  While  there  was  some  truth  to  their  words,  the  wary  looks  of  his  peers  whenever  he  used  his  gifts,  whenever  he  lost  his  temper,  whenever  there  was  an  accident,  had  him  second  guessing  himself.  Granted,  most  of  his  accidents  happened  in  the  early  days,  he  still  saw  the  repercussions.

He  was  a  monster,  a  danger;  And  he  hated  himself  for  it.

It  was  only  proven  during  one  of  said  accidents  during  his  high  school  years.  At  this  point,  his  sudden  outbursts  were  rare,  but  ever  present.  He  hadn’t  meant  to  lose  his  temper.  He  knew  his  sister  was  only  messing  with  him,  teasing  him  about  something  or  other  that  now  seems  ridiculous.  Yet,  it  went  too  far,  he  went  too  far.

He  burned  Gabriella,  scarring  her.  He’d  never  forget  the  way  she  looked  up  at  him.  The  way  his  hands  shook.  The  way  his  parents  and  everyone  around  after  the  incident  looked  at  him;  still  looked  at  him.  It  was  then  that  he  decided  he  needed  to  leave.

And  he  did.  Right  after  high  school,  with  no  plan  except  to  go  as  far  away  from  his  family  as  possible,  Dante  headed  out  into  the  world.  It  was  for  their  safety,  he  told  them.  Never  did  he  stay  in  one  spot  for  long.  Never  long  enough  to  form  any  meaningful  relationships,  always  keeping  people  at  an  arm’s  length.

This  was  how  he  ended  up  in  Fenrirswood.  He  hadn’t  meant  to  stay  as  long  as  he  did.  Yet,  when  a  body  appeared,  then  another,  and  another,  he  found  himself  extending  his  visit.

HEADCANONS  ––

Is  a  very  quiet  person.  Tends  to  keep  everyone  at  an  arm’s  length,  and  to  himself,  unless  its  necessary.    Does  his  best  to  avoid  any  and  all  topics  of  himself,  least  people  know  the  better.  Usually,  bullshits  some  story  if  the  person  is  persistent.  

He  has  a  bit  of  a  temper.  It  was  a  lot  worst  when  he  was  younger,  but  has  since  learned  to  control  it.  for  the  most  part.  He  has  his  moments,  but  for  the  most  part  he  tries  to  walk  away  before  he  gets  pushed  to  far.  when  that  happens,  he  has  a  hard  time  controlling  his  magic,  and  someone  gets  burned  or  worst.  

Has  two  older  sisters,  one  younger  sister  and  a  younger  brother.  Is  close  with  all  other  despite  the  distance  and  running  from  them.  For  whatever  reason  they  like  to  call  him  when  they  need  help,  or  when  their  bothering/fighting  one  another.  

Likes  his  hair  played  with.  It’s  comforting  to  him,  specially  when  he  stressed  out.  it  was  something  his  mother  would  do  when  upset  as  a  kid.  

Growing  up  with  three  sisters,  he  knows  how  to  braid  hair.  French  braid,  Dutch  braid,  fishtail,  you  name  it.  You  want  space  buns,  he  got  you.  

Has  an  unfortunate  close  relationship  with  fire,  and  he  hates  it.  Hates  himself  for  it.  Finds  himself  to  be  a  danger  to  everyone  around  him,  specially  when  he  looses  his  temper  which  is  way,  as  said  before,  keeps  from  getting  close  with  people.  Makes  it  easier  for  when  he  suddenly  leaves.  

Runs  hot,  which  he  could  only  assume  is  because  of  the  element  he  controls.  

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PETER GADIOT as JAMES VALDEZ Queen of the South (2016-2021)

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“I think a lot, but I don’t say much.”

— Anne Frank

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K.A. Tucker, Ten Tiny Breaths

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