#( larissa karev | interactions )

[fortunefavours]

( continued from x | @blakesque )

This is your fault. This is all your fault. He’s not supposed to be here. It plays as a mantra in her head as they run, hands connected as a lifeline as she drags him down the muddy bank and through the creek. The cold water sends icy shocks of pain up her legs but she doesn’t have time to stop, or to feel, or to even breathe. All there is is putting one foot in front of the other and making sure Rowan makes it out of this.

He’s not even supposed to be here.

The tree bark is rough against her back as they come to a stop, but her lungs are desperate for the respite as she sucks in greedy breaths, nearly doubled over while she tries to ready herself for their next move. The wind picks up around them, whipping her hair around her face and increasing the chill from the rain, in response to her magic simmering just under the surface fueled by her panic and her anger and she tries her best to tamp it down. Could she probably take on their pursuers with the power she feels crackling through her fingertips right now? Sure. Could she guarantee she wouldn’t accidentally hurt Rowan in the process? No. And that wasn’t a risk she was willing to take.

Her teeth are chattering when she squeezes his hand back, craning her head to listen for any signs that the hunters were getting closer. “We can’t keep going like this. They’re gonna catch us. We can take them. I just need you to help me...control it.”

[redruined]

“Wait, no, I can fix this.” She ignores any demand that she keep moving in the wake of their injury. It was her fault they were here and she was gonna get them both out. Her magic could be fragile at the best of times, but under high stress, it was basically a coin flip. Even as she tries to reassure the other, she can feel an unnatural wind pick up around them, whipping blonde locks around her face before she huffs out a breath through her nose, grounding herself. She could do this, she had been practicing. The wind falls, leaving only eerie silence in it’s wake as her hand hovers above their skin, a soft white glow emanating from her fingertips. It was a strange sensation as her magic touched the edges of the wound and she knew, in practice, that all she had to do was mold it back together, smooth it out, like clay. “This...it shouldn’t hurt, okay?”

[fortunefavours-a]

( @orumad )

Her brother had told her to be careful. Had drilled it into her since they had left home and come to this town. We can’t take any risks, Larissa. There are still people looking for us. He’d said us, but she knew what he really meant was her. He wasn’t the one who’d destroyed half a town, after all, accidental though it may have been. But his pretend everything was normal plan wasn’t working for her either. He’d been refusing to practice the arts with her, even to help her learn control, and today she was feeling volatile. Her magic was so closely tied to her emotions and she could feel it roiling inside of her as her anxiety spiked, radiating out from her center to the tips of her fingers until she could practically feel the magic sparking off her fingertips.

She couldn’t take it anymore.

She’d ducked into an empty classroom, banking on most of the student body being at lunch. It would just be a minute, just enough to let of some steam and then she would rein it in. Of course, the magic seemed to have other ideas as small objects started floating around her and what she could only describe as silent fireworks danced and burst around her hands.

And, God, it felt so good. She had missed this, being free with something that was such a huge part of her. A smile tugged at her lips, turning slowly as the colored lights trailed behind her fingertips, only to come face to face with the wide eyes of Dawn Summers.

Fuck. She was so grounded.

“Dawn. Uh, it is Dawn, right? How long have you been standing there?”

[squarehammered]

jamie jensen tag dump !

[cfneglect-archived]

@moonscared

“You don’t have to talk to me like a child, Jamie. I get enough of that from my brother.”

[redruined]

@thumprking​ gets a random thing

“Oh...Oh, I think it’s dead. I think I killed it!.”

[redruined]

Her brother had warned her about this, about pushing herself too hard. Magical exhaustion was a real and dangerous thing, he’d told her, but of course she’d pushed it to the back of her mind. She was helping people, saving them even. That was worth a little push, right? Evidently, her body had had it’s limits of being ignored, good intentions be damned. One minute she had been talking to the other, going through the first stages of the ritual, the next, she had hit the ground, unconscious with a small trickle of blood coming from her nose.

[fortunefavours-a]

@bringswars

“Alright, I think I’ve been pretty lenient about you guys spending time together, but I thought it was clear sleepovers were off the table. Where is she?”

[fortunefavours-a]

@missedsucker liked for a starter

“please j-just let me go. i won’t tell anyone.”

[redruined]

sunsymbols​:

      “Gods!” Sam was growing increasingly terrible at acting upon his visions, especially the ones not involving death, but on the rare occasion he would follow through. Whether it be with a simple phone call or personal house visit—after all—his free time had opened immensely since taking a step back into the hunting community’s shadows. It was freeing and provided a new opportunity he hadn’t considered before: being able to teach and care for others so no one would make the same mistakes he and his brother had. But, of course, it was impossible to stop someone from making bad decisions entirely, namely the ones as stubborn as Larissa. Sam found himself quickly falling beside her limp form, one hand brushing the hair away from her bloodied nose as he waved out the small fire in front of them. “Hey, hey, you need to wake up.”

Wake up? Why? She was so tired. Please, just let her rest. She’d been going for days, trying to find a solution, a way to help. She wished Adrian were here. He would know what to do. Or her dad. He always knew. But they weren’t here. Which begged the question, who was trying to wake her then? Sam. Sam was here. She sucks in a sharp inhale and tries to bring herself up into a sitting position far too quickly, leaving her head spinning, but she doesn’t fall back again. It’s progress. She swipes a hand across her nose and grimaces at the red smeared against the back of her hand, wondering just how much worse she’d made her face look. “It’s fine. I’m okay. Sorry.” The response is automatic. She had to be fine, there was work to do. “Where were we?”