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faetedwill · 2 years ago

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Wandering The 7 Sods || Sloane & Cass

TIMING: Current. LOCATION: Some field planted over with stray sod. PARTIES: @faetedwill @stolensiren SUMMARY: Cass responds to reports of some funky grass. Sloane finds her wandering and cuts a deal. CONTENT WARNINGS: Memory loss (disorientation)

There had been an uptick in reports about a field that started to make people wander. After Sloane had done a little more research on the claims, it was discovered to be stray sod. Not unfamiliar to her due to the amount of research she’d put in, but unfamiliar to the point of– well, she’d never seen it in person before. Her mom had told her stories about the pixies who used to plant it back in Ireland, and the way it was to lead humans astray when they came too close to either hideouts, or communities of fae. Whether or not the pixies had planted it with the intention of keeping their own safe, or just to mess with others was debatable. But still, Sloane wanted to see it for herself. Not to make a spectacle of it, but to see if she, too, would become lost. The first few times Sloane had gone out to see it, she’d been alone.

This time, however, she was disappointed to see somebody in the distance. On her second visit, she had tried to measure the approximate distance of the field, but had grown bored and elected to plop down in the center and pull out her sketchbook. That would not be happening this time. Even though there was quite some distance between herself and whoever was wandering, Sloane felt the need to trail after them. Whoever it was ahead of her had managed to keep some distance– whether or not it was intentional was another thing. As she got closer, Sloane was careful to check if she could see the threads of an inside out shirt. What if this had been a warden on the hunt for the pixies who had planted these seeds? But to her relief, the person’s shirt was not inside out. However, it only took one glance sideways to figure out who it was that had begun to wander. “Cass?” Sloane says, partly in disbelief. What the hell was she doing out here? “Shit.” Sloane picked up her pace and tried to get in front of Cass, but without touching her. There was no telling how long she’d been out here. “Cass, can you hear me?”

Sometimes, being a vigilante meant recon work. It wasn’t the most fun part of the job, but it was kind of necessary. Cass wasn’t as good at it as she was at things like sassing bad guys and saving stolen wallets, but she could swing it when she had to. Today, she was following a lead one of her street contacts had given her about ‘something weird’ going on in a field just outside of town. The man hadn’t been able to give her many specifics, but that was okay; sometimes, people only knew enough to know it needed looking at. And while Cass was far from an investigative professional, she knew how to look at things. She’d been looking at things for, like, years.

Backup hadn’t seemed necessary for this one. After all, she was only going to look at a field. She hadn’t even told anyone where she was headed; the plan had been a quick stop before lunch. But that was hours ago. Or… longer, maybe? She wasn’t sure. She’d been wandering the field for a while now, in any case, unsure where she was despite the fact that she knew she’d been here before. Everything seemed strange and unfamiliar, and she was… lost. She trudged forward a few feet, then furrowed her brow and changed direction. Distantly, she heard someone yelling for her, and she turned towards the sound. Someone familiar was in front of her. She changed direction again to avoid walking into them. “Sorry,” she murmured. “I need to…” she trailed off, unsure how the sentence was supposed to end. “Sorry.”

For all intents and purposes, Cass was human. It was her fault for wandering onto the sod in the first place. For not doing her research. Sloane knew that. But still, she had figured that they were friends, or had thought they were. She hadn’t ever been good at gauging whether or not she was considered a friend by others, but she wanted to believe that in this case, she was right. Cass was looking at her, but not really looking at her. Sloane knew that with some guidance, she could help Cass out of this mess, but the risk of hurting her, or creating more confusion and then having Cass run off on her was the only real threat. If the pixies who had planted these seeds decided to show up, then that was a whole other can of worms. The last thing Sloane felt like doing was bargain with a troupe while simultaneously trying to make sure her friend didn’t wander into further danger.

“Okay, we’re– We’re going to go this way. Isn’t this nice?” Sloane took hold of Cass gently by the wrist, careful not to pull her one way too hard. “Come on, this way.” She had read that sometimes people resisted being redirected, as the sod had a particular hold on them for the route they were meant to go. There’d been a case, too, where somebody had wandered for weeks and when they’d been found, it’d nearly been too late. Some pixies were unrelenting, but she hoped that her shirt being on the right way and her being unaffected would be enough to pull some credit with them if they did decide to show.

The person — Sloane, this was Sloane, Cass knew her, why was it so hard to keep a hold on that? — took Cass by the hand, trying to lead her in another direction. Cass’s brow furrowed, and she tugged at the limb insistently. “No, that’s not — I don’t want to go this way.” She didn’t have a set direction she felt she needed to head in, but she knew she didn’t want to go the way Sloane was leading her. It was another thing that didn’t quite make sense in her head, another thing that wasn’t right even if she was too disoriented to put her finger on why it was wrong. The grass had a strong hold on her, though Cass, of course, was unaware of this.

Shaking her head, she grappled with the disorientation for a moment. The fog in her mind cleared briefly, and she squinted. “Sloane? What…” And then, the veil fell down again and she was pulling her hand away from Sloane’s like it was on fire. “Stop it.”

“Of course you don’t.” Sloane sighed. She couldn’t very well pull Cass’s shirt over her head and turn it inside out, and she didn’t think supplying her own inside out would work very well either. Sloane could possibly follow her, wait till she neared the edge of the grass and then just push her. But Sloane’s fear of Cass getting hurt outweighed the idea as soon as Cass came to very briefly, and then seemingly fell distant once again, eyes glazing over. “Okay, okay.” Sloane tossed a glance over her shoulder before redirecting her attention to Cass once more. Maybe it would be better if the pixies decided to show. It’d be a pain in the ass, but it wasn’t like she hadn’t spoken to them before.

Tongue in cheek, Sloane decided to do something dumb. “Hey! If you’re there, laughing away– watching this, or just, I don’t know– Can you come out now? I have a question, and don’t worry, I’ll make it worth your time!” It was a shot in the dark, but maybe the pixies would somehow help Sloane if she managed to give them something they wanted badly enough. Sloane waited for a moment, and nearly asked again before a loud buzzing started towards them.

“We were wondering how long you would take! She has been doing that awhile. Guess she didn’t know the rules!” The laughter they omit is high pitched, and as Sloane turned around to look for them, she saw only two hovering. The sound of buzzing grew louder and Sloane felt a pinch at the back of her neck as another Pixie tugged at the back of her shirt. “Hey! This one’s shirt is normal! As normal as human shirts can be!” Another stinging sensation, and then the third Pixie joined its friends, hovering at least half a foot away from where Sloane stood. “Yeah, about that.” She looked towards Cass who had begun to wander again. Dammit. “You can tell that I’m not human, that I’m like you. Not as cool as you, but like you.” They liked compliments. She remembered her mom’s underlined texts. “I don’t have wings yet, but I really hope that when I get them, they’ll be as cool as yours.” Sloane thought that one of them had rolled their eyes, but another began to twist their hands together, a grin peeling across its features. “Well, duh! But what are you? Are you going to prove it? Or are you wearing something else inside out! That would be cheating! Are you a cheater?!” Sloane shook her head, “not a cheater! Just like you, like I said, and uh–” Sloane looked towards Cass, expression darkening. “I’ll give you something if you tell me how to help my friend.”

Sloane seemed willing to let her go, and Cass relaxed a little, still without knowing why. She continued to wander, Sloane fading into the background. Distantly, she was aware of conversation; other voices joining in with Sloane’s, speaking with her. Something about… wings? Cass turned, brow furrowed. There were… tiny figures talking to Sloane. They were no taller than toys, but Cass didn’t think they were made of plastic. She wanted to move closer, but she kept getting farther away.

Something buzzed near her ear, and she wrinkled her nose. The pixie didn’t say anything, only observed her for a few moments before flittering back over to join the ones talking to Sloane with a delighted, mischievous grin. “What will you give us?” It asked, rubbing its tiny hands together. “You’d better answer fast. She’s almost to the hungry grass, and I don’t think she’s brought anything to snack on!” It let out a giggle at this, a glint in its eye.

Sloane glanced worriedly at Cass before realigning her attention to the pixies. Another had joined their ranks, this one looking more sinister than its predecessors. “Well, I have something super special.” It wasn’t a lie. It was a collector’s coin that her dad had given her, one of her prized possessions. She kept it in her pocket for good luck. It was gold and transparent on the inner ring and silver on the outside with bronze flecks. It was shiny and always caught the sun when tilted in the right direction. She fished it out of her pocket and almost immediately one of the pixies fluttered forth, hovering just next to her hand. It slapped at her fingers expectantly and Sloane bit back the swear that crawled from the back of her throat.

“A coin?” The Pixie didn’t look impressed. “Uh, yeah! Only the coolest coin ever. If you point it towards the sun it creates a shimmer-like effect, watch!” Sloane lifted it, turned it, and held her hand up against it to show off the array of colors against palm. As soon as Sloane began to show the way it worked, the pixies' interest heightened. “I mean, I guess that’s cool.” Sloane bit onto the inside of her cheek and continued to show off the way it cast a near glitter effect across her skin. “Hand it over!” Sloane forked over the coin, and as though it weighed not a thing, the first Pixie stayed aflutter with ease. It seemed to consider the coin before nodding at the other three pixies. The first two that had originally been there fluttered off to Cass while the other stared at her questioningly. “You said you will have wings one day. We want you to come back and show us once you get them, otherwise we will get you!” Sloane nodded. She wasn’t sure when that would be, but she would do it. She doesn’t dare promise – knows better than to give that to a Pixie. “Otherwise you’ll get me, got it!” Sloane looked towards Cass where the other two pixies seemed to be in deep discussion while buzzing around her head.

As Sloane negotiated with the pixies, Cass remained trapped in her not-quite-blissful ignorance. Confusion still clouded her mind, disorientation kept her wandering. Eventually, the pixie from earlier rejoined her — at least, she thought it was the same one. Even without the grass’s heavy hold on her, she wasn’t sure if she would have been able to tell. The creatures were so small and moved so quickly that it was difficult to make out any distinguishable features. A second pixie fluttered alongside the first, and the two moved down to hover just above the grass.

The process of unenchanting the grass was something Cass would have been endlessly interested in if not for the grass’s hold. Later, she might be disappointed at how little attention she paid as the pixies spoke over the sod and the way the words seemed to break through her spell. The wool lifted from over her eyes and she blinked, landscape that had seemed foreign and strange only moments before becoming familiar once again as the enchantment faded. Cass looked down at the pixies with wide eyes, muttering a quiet, “Holy shit,” under her breath before turning around. And there was Sloane, standing with the rest of the pixies. Cass quickly moved to stand beside her, wanting to get away from the grass even if it wasn’t exactly an issue anymore. “Uh, hi,” she greeted, eyeing the pixies carefully. They looked at her with a quiet disdain, evidently not pleased that they wouldn’t get to continue watching her wander around in confusion. A little embarrassed, Cass flushed. “I’m, um… Sorry. About that.” She turned to Sloane, offering a sheepish smile. “Th — I appreciate you helping me out. You — I mean, you didn’t have to.” Except if she hadn’t, Cass probably would’ve been toast.

Sloane noticed the pixies lower themselves. She wasn’t sure exactly what it was they were doing – speaking to the Sod, maybe. Should she have tried that? Then again, she hadn’t been the one to plant it. Sloane twisted her hands together anxiously as she watched them. Eventually, it seemed as though Cass came to. Grateful, she looked towards the Pixie who held the coin. She looked a little annoyed, but seemingly enamored by the coin that Sloane had given her. As Cass approached her, Sloane reached out, hand at her elbow. “You don’t need to apologize. You didn’t know.” A small smile pulled at the corners of her lips as she looked back to the pixies. What Cass said next, or started to say, was not lost on Sloane. Before she could tell her friend not to thank them, she was already correcting herself. Interesting.

“I did. You would’ve worn out the soles of your shoes.” Sloane knocked the toe of her own shoe against the side of Cass’s. “Stop talking and leave! You’re sooooo boring.” Sloane rolled her eyes and cupped her friend’s elbow, guiding her back and off of the Sod. It was only a matter of time before they decided to whisper to it again. “Are you okay? I would’ve just… dragged you, but I wasn’t sure what would happen if I did. I didn’t want to hurt you.” Sloane frowned. It was weird, outwardly expressing her care. “You probably need some water. Come on, I have some in my car.” Sloane let go of Cass’s arm and led the way to her car which was parked on the shoulder of the road. “How’d you get out here anyways?”

Sloane didn’t seem angry with her, though Cass knew she must have had to give something up to broker her freedom. She might have been only half-listening when she was stuck in her trance, but she’d heard mention of a trade, and one of the pixies was holding onto a coin that was too big for them to have brought it with them. She hoped it wasn’t something terribly important to her friend, but… something told her you couldn’t exactly make a trade of this magnitude without losing something you cared about. And she was touched at the thought that Sloane had been willing to do something like that for her. There weren’t many people throughout her life who’d ever put her first, even over trivial things like coins and material objects. She was so grateful, and she kind of hated White Crest for making her feel like she couldn’t express that gratefulness.

“They are pretty nice shoes,” she joked, glancing down at her feet with a shrug. The pixies seemed frustrated, clearly no longer interested in the two of them now that Cass wasn’t enchanted and they had a coin to keep them busy, and the siren rolled her eyes and stuck her tongue out at the nearest one before allowing Sloane to lead her away from the grass. “I’m okay,” she assured Sloane quickly. “I don’t even know what happened. One minute I was fine, the next I was… I don’t know. Lost, I guess.” It didn’t make sense, but Cass knew enough about White Crest to know that that wasn’t really rare. “Water would be good. Definitely.” She hesitated at the question, shrugging a shoulder. “Somebody told me there was something weird going on out here. I guess I wanted to see what it was.” It was the truth, even if it didn’t give away the full story. Cass was good at that.

There was a very small part of Sloane that would miss the coin she gave to the pixies. Not because it was something her father gave her at a very young age, but because it was a constant. The very thing that when she felt overwhelmed, she would fish out of her pocket and feel still. She would find something else. After all, everything was fleeting, even the coins that a girl’s father gave her when he decided she had learned responsibility. Losing the coin was better than letting Cass wander further into the sod. Sure, somebody else could have found her, but what if they meant her harm? They were friends, whether or not it made sense. Cass treated her like a person, even after seeing the sketchbook she held near and dear.

“That’s what happens,” Sloane hummed, “when you wander out onto it.” She cast a quick glance over her shoulder, satisfied to see that the pixies were now fighting over the single coin. At least they wouldn’t be followed and be forced to give up more of their belongings. “Somebody told you there was something weird out here?” Sloane’s brows furrowed slightly at Cass’s admission. Why would Cass take it upon herself to come and investigate? Maybe she was like Poe in that way, or even Ariana. How she’d found herself into such a curious group of individuals was a question she didn’t figure she’d ever be able to answer. Then again, it took curiosity to know curiosity. Sloane leaned into the backseat of her car and grabbed one of the unopened water bottles before she handed it over to Cass. “It might be a little warm.” Sloane leaned against her car door after she closed it. “If you have to come out here again, which– I hope you don’t.. Uh, you should wear your shirt inside out.”

“What… is it?” Cass craned her head to look back, passed the bickering pixies to the field that lay just beyond them. It just looked like grass. That was the strangest thing. But, then… That was White Crest, wasn’t it? Everything looked normal, even when it wasn’t. Grass that just looked like grass could make you lose your way and wander for hours. Sand that just looked like sand could swallow you whole and refuse to spit you out again. Girls that just looked like girls could have been hatched from eggs without knowing it until twenty-two years after the fact. The world was never what it seemed, and that seemed especially true in White Crest.

At least she had people who seemed more knowledgeable than her — and who didn’t mind sharing that knowledge when she needed it. Sloane seemed to understand what had happened a lot better than Cass did, and that was good. If you couldn’t know all the facts about a strange White Crest detail, the next best thing was to have a friend who did. “Yeah,” she nodded at the question, feeling a little guilty for the lack of elaboration. She took the water with a grateful smile as Sloane offered it to her, taking off the cap and drowning a third of it in a single gulp. “I don’t mind if it’s warm,” she said belatedly. “God, it might actually be the best thing I’ve ever tasted.” Sighing, she followed Sloane’s lead in leaning against the car. “Wear my shirt inside out? Would that really stop it from happening again?”

While under the stress of the situation, Sloane hadn’t considered how well Cass was taking the fact that she’d just been surrounded by pixies. The fact that she’d been careful not to say thank you, too, sat heavily at the back of her mind. Cass hadn’t immediately tried to kill them, which meant that perhaps she wasn’t a warden, but maybe she’d been too worried about her company to do anything of the sort? But wouldn’t a warden know to wear their shirt inside out? Sloane worried her bottom lip, thinking of the best way to explain what the sod was, and why it existed in the first place, just in case Cass really was ignorant to its existence. “It’s uh... magic?” Not a lie. Not the whole truth. Of course, Sloane had a lot more to say about it and how it existed, but that seemed to be the easiest route. She didn’t know Cass well, and until she could figure out why the hell she hadn’t been afraid of the pixies, Sloane didn’t feel very comfortable explaining how they had come to plant seeds to terrorize other people who found it.

Sloane smiled as Cass gulped down the water. She bent back down to grab another, setting it on the roof of her car for her friend to take if she needed it. “Well, it’s some kind of off-brand from the grocery store, so I guess.. Uh, just put it in your car for an hour?” Sloane crossed her arms over her chest, index finger pressing into her bicep. She began to tap a short-stuttered pattern, gaze moving past Cass to make sure the pixies weren’t going to be a problem. From where they stood, she couldn’t even see them anymore. At Cass’s question, Sloane let out a laugh and nodded. “Yes. Inside out.” She hoped that Cass wouldn’t ask why her shirt wasn’t inside out. The questions that ran ‘round sat like iron at the back of her throat. Just ask. “Have you seen them before? Pixies, I mean.” Well, at least it was out there. Maybe Cass would discuss her hatred of fae and Sloane could cut ties immediately.

“Oh. Yeah, that makes sense.” Of course it was magic. That was what most things in White Crest circled back around to, wasn’t it? Sure, there were specific kinds of magic — fae magic didn’t seem to be the same as spellcaster magic, and she wasn’t sure if what a siren did qualified as magic at all — but the core of it all was very much the same. And the rules of magic didn’t often make sense. Of course wearing your shirt inside out would stop you from being enchanted by the magic grass — why wouldn’t it? It made just as much sense as the way Cass’s reflection sometimes looked like a bird, or the way Marina’s true form was an octopus. Thinking about the supernatural world in the same terms with which you thought about the normal world was pretty much begging not to understand it. Cass learned that the hard way.

Laughing at Sloane’s instructions, she pretended to make a note. “The perfect recipe,” she declared with a serious nod. She glanced down at her shirt, twisting the fabric in her fingers for a moment as she drank the water at a more reasonable pace now. She didn’t think to look and see if Sloane’s shirt followed the rule; she just assumed it did. Looking back up at the question, she shook her head. “No, pixies are a first for me. I’ve seen… other stuff, though.”

If Sloane weren’t so annoyed by the constant ignorance of those who resided in White Crest regarding where they lived and what that meant, she might be relieved that Cass took her explanation for the sod and the pixies at face value without any other questions attached. But there’s still the threat that there’s something else, that Cass may know more than she’s letting on. It eats at the back of Sloane’s mind, and really, she tries to not let it. Because isn’t Cass her friend?

“Right? The only thing you’d need aside from a warm car, I guess, is direct sunlight.” Sloane watched Cass as what seemed like a calm settled over the two of them. At least they were both out of danger. Not that Sloane intended on getting herself into anymore– this was enough for now, and if her mom had known that Sloane nearly made a deal with the pixies, she would have her head. “Oh, really?” Sloane raised a brow, unable to hide the interest that colored her expression. Even if she didn’t think that Cass were some super secret hunter, she would want to know what her friend knew, if only for her own self-interest.

There seemed to be some kind of an unspoken rule in White Crest. You didn’t talk about the supernatural unless you were sure the person you were speaking to already knew about it. Cass figured some of it was meant to just… make you look a little less crazy. After all, if she hadn’t watched Metzli dust a vampire before they’d opened her eyes to this world, she would have assumed they were nuts and moved on with her life. People who lived in the regular world all their lives needed proof if they were going to buy the idea that vampires and werewolves and the like probably lived in their neighborhood.

But… Sloane knew about the grass. She knew how to negotiate with pixies, how to avoid getting enchanted by the weird, magic ground that made Cass forget where she was in the middle of a thought. That meant she was already in the know, didn’t it? And she was a friend. It was safe to talk to your friends about these kinds of things; it had to be. “I have friends who are, um… different,” she said with a small smile. “Vampires, werewolves. Nymphs. Exorcists.” She didn’t mention Levi; demon sounded bad, and it was hard to explain to someone that Levi wasn’t. The last thing she wanted was a repeat of the argument she’d had with Teagan. “I’m still kind of new to all of it, but I’ve definitely met a lot of interesting people.”

At Cass’s admission, Sloane bit the inside of her cheek. She had said friends. She could still be lying, but there was a chance that Cass was telling the truth, right? “Oh, I draw the line at exorcists. I think those are saved specifically for you know, those gaudy horror films.” She was kidding obviously, but she wasn’t sure if Cass would know that or not. “But you seem to know a lot. Welcome to White Crest, I guess.” Had she been aware prior to coming here? Was that why she had moved here? The questions burned at the back of her mind as she busied herself with her own bottle of water, throat suddenly becoming dry.

“Interesting is a good word for it.” It wasn’t like fae to help humans avoid promises or debts, but there was something about Cass that made Sloane want to drive in the point that those things shouldn’t be said. “You seem to know your way around words too, which is good.” Sloane nodded in approval before pushing away from her car door. “Do you need a ride home? I’d rather get us out of here before the pixies decide the coin wasn’t enough.” She would miss it dearly, but maybe she’d be able to ask her dad about getting her another one, even if he had told her it was one of a kind.

“I only know the one,” Cass admitted, smiling faintly. She was pretty sure Sloane was only kidding, because who was chill with pixies and inside out shirts that protected you from magic grass while drawing the line at exorcists? Lil wasn’t the weirdest thing Cass had come across in White Crest, even if she had been present for one of Cass’s weirder experiences. “Yeah, there seem to be a lot of… people like that here.” A lot of people like her. She wasn’t sure why she didn’t say it, why she always found it so hard to tell people that she wasn’t human. Maybe it was because she’d spent so long believing she was. Maybe she was still terrified of other people’s judgment, no matter how much she pretended she wasn’t.

Following Sloane’s lead, Cass pushed herself away from the car. “I’m still learning,” she admitted, “but I have a few fae friends who are helping me out. I think I pretty much need somebody to, like, squirt me with water any time I say the words.” She laughed at the mental image, shaking her head. With the help of people like Teagan and Marina — and Regan, when she wasn’t acting… the way she was acting now — Cass was getting there with the words. Slowly but surely. “I could use a ride,” she smiled gratefully, glancing back to where the pixies were still bickering. “Let’s stop for ice cream on the way. My treat.”

People like that here. It didn’t sound like Cass was thinking of them as things. That made Sloane feel a little better, and less inclined to think that Cass was a warden, especially with what she said next. A few fae friends. That nearly made Sloane stop in her tracks, but she kept going, throwing herself into the driver’s seat. “A spray bottle? Really?” Sloane laughed out loud as she put her key into the ignition. “You could probably hire somebody to follow you around and do that, if you really wanted to.” The very idea of it was far more comical than it should have been. “Well, I think your fae friends would tell you to stay away from any grass that looks like that.” She jut her thumb backwards in the direction that they had come from. Sloane started her car and looked over at Cass as she suggested ice cream. “Oh, hell yeah. Let’s do it.”

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Hello From the Other Side || Marley & Blanche

TLDR: Marley and Blanche deal with some real bottled up emotions.

GORE TW. Message if you need a real TLDR xox

Backdate: 8/29/17

Marley 's hand breached the portal and for the first time in what felt like eons, her hand touched something cool and soothing. A cement floor. Her other hand flew out and grasped for something else. The side of a threshold, wood splinters digging into her hand. With all of her might and a great cry, she pulled the rest of herself through the portal. Her body steamed and sizzled, the effort of it making a very audible noise, like after you put cold water in a hot pan. She slumped against something, panting, even though she wasn't tired and didn't need oxygen. It felt good to breath for the first time since she'd fallen in. She took in large gulps of air, breathing out sulfur and blood and steam as her lungs regenerated and healed for the last time. Her skin was covered in chemical burns, raw and red and boiling, but it barely hurt. Her clothes clung desperately to her body, but she was alive, and standing, and back in her own dimension. Back in Ashkent. It was only then that she realized someone was screaming. That girl, the one whose house she'd burst in to. Marley opened her mouth to speak, but her throat was still raw and recovering from inhaling so much sulfur and acid. "Car," she croaked through grit teeth, "my office." Pushed away from the wall and started dragging herself over to the car outside. "Now." They were going to settle this, no more waiting.

Blanche was screaming, scrambling back as something angry exited the portal. Her skin was bubbling she looked awful-- burns and, and.... Holy shit. It was the woman that fell through the portal. And she was alive and walking and--- were those wounds healing?! Blanche's screech stopped in her throat and her mouth snapped shut, her eyes wide as saucers as she stared at her as she was ordered..... Blanche scrambled to her feet, trying to crutch as fast as she could to her car parked behind the now ruined Mercedes. "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my GOD." Blanche immediately tossed her crutches in the back seat, and slid as best as she could in the front. "Are you fucking kidding me?!" Blanche finally wipped to he, grabbing her keys and starting her engine. "There are many things I was willing to deal with today: burning friendships, possession, the existence of a powerful fucking demon, portal to monster rates, but man--- what the fuck? And where the fuck is your office I need directions and do you, like, need pain killers?!"

"Main street," Marley croaked out again, giving a good cough to help clear out the blood and scar tissue. She rolled down the window and spit, then wiped the back of her hand across her mouth. "Across from bakery." She didn't bother to answer her questions when she could barely say more than three words at a time, but also because they were stupid questions right now. "We're closing....the portal," she managed again, clearing her throat a little more. Shook her head, started peeling bits of charred cloth that were seared into her skin off and flicking them out the window. It would heal. It all always healed. She glanced over at the girl as they sped down the road. "You hurt?"

Blanche jerked out of the drive way and sped towards Main Street. She was lucky she lived so close--- Blanche was trying to look at Marley. “Why are you healing so fast and thanks for not spitting in my car??? I guess??” She said, nervously taking a turn. Blanche was definitely speeding, but at the moment, she didn’t care. “We’re what?!” Blanche squeaked. “How?! Do you even--- The paper posted how to do it. Do you think… I don’t know, do you think we can do it?” Blanche glanced at her again. “Other than the broken leg? I have a nasty scratch on my shoulder but you look like hell.” Blanche swerved onto main street, and she just prayed she wouldn’t have to parallel park.

"I'll heal," Marley growled, her voice still a raspy gurgle. She pulled her entire jacket off, then, and tossed it into the back, started picking out the little pebbles and stones that had lodged into her skin during the dust storm her first day there. She'd need a haircut after this, too-- the ends were charred and the entirety of it felt sticky and burnt and oiled. She couldn't wait to shower, but first, they needed to close that portal. "Was in Hell, so..." she said, pulling out her phone. It was completely fried. She held out her hand. "Phone," she demanded. "Show me the--" cleared her throat, "article."

Blanche stared. “Any explanation on the healing like motherfucking superman?!” She barely blinked at the mention of hell. So her theory to Reed had been right. Blanche glanced at Marley, shuddering slightly she Marley puddled stones out of her skin. Gross. Blanche swerved again, ignoring someone that beeped at her as she dug out her phone and passed it to her. “I screenshotted it. My passcode is 4525, should be the first picture in my photo gallery.”

Marley took the phone without a word and unlocked it, clicking on the gallery icon. The first photo, however, was not of an article. It was of a half conscious Blanche, wine bottle stuck in her mouth, taking the world's worst selfie, autoflash and all. She just turned the screen to show it to her, one brow (the one that had been mostly burned off) half raised. She took the phone back, and flicked to the next picture, which was the article, thankfully. And just as she'd thought-- she'd been through it twice now-- it could be closed with a massive amount of energy. When she closed her eyes, the inside of the portal was still burned into her eyelids. It probably would be for a while. She opened them slowly, just as they were pulling up to her office. Tossing the phone back at Blanche, she leapt out of the car quickly, heading over to the door and fumbling for the keys in her pocket. They'd rusted and half melted, but she still jammed the thing into the nob and turned until it clicked open, ripping it off and leaving half of the thing behind in the slot. Fuck it. "Bag," she snapped back at Blanche, going over to the cabinet and grabbing it, shoving it away from the wall to reveal a hidden compartment. Locked, as well. She paused, just for a moment, then looked up at Blanche. "Not human," she said simply, then looked away and continued to fumble the compartment open.

Blanche glanced over, and immediately winced when she saw the selfie. The barely faded bruises on her face weren’t the reason that selfie was ugly. She didn’t remember taking it. That was embarrassing. “Uh—rough night?” she said, dryly. Whatever, it had been a rough couple of weeks. Blanche pulled up, parked, and did her best too keep up with Marley. “Bag??? What do you mean—uh..” Blanche scrambled, for the first canvas bag she could get, craning her head over him. “Whoa…. What is that???” Blanche looked at Marley. “Well, good thing I’m just peachy to be able to accept the decision today!”

"I didn't decide--" Marley huffed roughly as she yanked the compartment open, "to not be human." Hey, she could say more than a few words now! Her voice was still rough and guttural, but she could speak. She held her hand out for the bag. "What you see here today," she said, looking squarely into Blanche's eyes, "you will never tell anyone about." And it wasn't a question or an offer, it was a demand. Once she was sure she had Blanche's discrepancy, she started pulling jars from the compartment out, each a containing a different colored liquid, each with their own label. A name, a date, and an emotion.

Blanche didn’t reply, realizing that was probably not the best thing to say. She also thought that maybe asking “what are you” was rude. “I know a vampire,” she blurted out, stupidly handing her the bag. But as her eyes locked with Blanche, she swallowed. “I can see ghosts and I am a exorcist in training.” She word vomited at Marley. “We’re good.” Blanche stared at the jars as they came out. “What are those? And—does that say anger?”

"They're exactly what you think they are," Marley mumbled, clearing her throat and turning to spit up the last little bits of blood that had gathered in her throat. "And they're exactly what we need to close this portal." Because there was more energy and magic in these little jars than most witches had in their entire beings. Marley was an immortal, all powerful demon, after all. She could grant any wish, make any words come true, if only for the sake of vengeance. And ripping the very essence of an emotion from a person and shoving it in a jar took extremely powerful magicks and it certainly stored up a lot of energy. And she almost-- almost-- felt a sense of remorse at pitching them. At having to start over again. But maybe this time, she wouldn't ask for so much from people. Maybe there was something else she could get from them that she needed more. She tossed the last one into the bag and turned back to Blanche. "You're a medium?"

“Bottled emotions? Like… Real emotions?” Blanche gulped. “That’s taking the bottled emotions quote thing to a whole new level holy shit…” She had never heard that before. “Why are they going to close the portal?” Blanche was so done with this. She had verbally ripped off every head she could just because she was angry at this portal, and really, she wasn’t ready to be done. She was still pissed at her parents, and now she was pissed at Rebecca from keeping a huge thing from her. And she was pissed that her leg was broken and she was going to be practically immobile for at least two months. Blanche swallowed as Marley looked at her. She had a whole bunch of people know that about her and she wasn’t sure if she was ready. “Um. Yeah. I’m a medium.”

"Real emotions," Marley confirmed, hoisting the bag over her shoulder and leading them back out to the car. She snagged another jacket on her way out, just an old one-- no way was she risking any of the ones she actually liked after what had just happened. "Oh," she said simply to Blanche's reply. She paused, then. "I'm Marley, by the way," she said, pointing to the window that had her name printed on it. "Marley Spi-- er, Caplan." Yes, Caplan. She was Marley Caplan, not Marley Spitzer. She dug a pen out of one of the drawers at her desk and came back out, scratching out the Spitzer, then pocketing it. "Let's go. Before something worse happens."

Blanche crutched after Marley. “How do you bottle real emotions?” she asked, carefully. Blanche frowned slightly, staring at Marley…. “Hi, Marley.” She said, nodding. “I’m, uh. Blanche. Blanche Harlow.” She watched Marley scratch out the name, and raised her eyebrow. “Um. Ya know, I’m just going to let you…. I’m not going to ask. Yeah. Come on, I’m ready to go.”

"It's complicated," Marley said shortly. And then, "magic." She threw the bag into the back then slid into the passenger's seat again, checking her body. Most of it was all healed, save for the chemical burns and the laceration on her stomach. But they were severely less than before, and they'd be gone by the time they made it back to Blanche's. "The jars are magic, not complicated. The name is....complicated." She sat back and closed her eyes for a moment, realizing this was the first time she'd allowed herself to rest since being thrown in that portal. It swirled in her vision and she opened her eyes quickly again. "How'd you break your leg?"

Blanche was examining Marley. “Complicated magic.” Got it. Great. Oh no. Blanche shifted, tossing her crutches in the back and sliding back into her car awkwardly. She shifted her cast, wincing. “Not complicated magic?” Her eyebrows rose, examining her. Everything was healing on her, and it was quite…. Fascinating to watch. Blanche put the key in the ignition and turned the car on, pulling out of her spot. She glanced at Marley again, trying to relax slightly. “Uh… a demon girl broke it while she was trying to drag my sorry ass into hell. That was last week, though.” Blanche was speeding again, but she didn’t care. “We can…. Um. We can put the jars in the other car in my drive way and roll it in, okay?”

"Sounds like you get dragged off a lot," Marley half-teased. But visions of the other side of that portal were still flitting through her head, pressing up against the backs of her eyelids. Her fist clenched slightly. That place had been so desolate and barren and empty. Even the living beings barely passed as such, more like animate rocks or objects that weren't supposed to have true life. She shook her head. "It looks expensive," she said finally, "the other car. You sure?" She'd hand deliver the bottles into the portal if she needed to, but not going near the damn thing again sounded a lot nicer. "If anyone else gets thrown into that portal, they'll die instantly," she tacked on, in case Blanche was having second thoughts about sacrificing a car.

/Blanche couldn’t help it, she started laughing. “Yeah, that’s the reoccurring theme this month.” He let out a sigh, taking another turn. They would get back any second now. Blanche glanced at Marley, her lips twitching. “It’s my dad’s car.” Blanche said, simply. “And him and my mom both fucked off to Florida because of either possession or because some monster screwed with their heads and left me here alone.” She pressed her lips together. She glanced at Marley, nodding. “So we’re definitely sacrificing the totaled Mercedes then. Because I don’t care if you survived, you look like hell and I’m going to guess it hurt—” Blanche turned onto her street, and then speeding up before she swerved into her drive way. “— Alright, let’s go. I’ll go but the Mercedes in neutral and we can…. Roll it in??”

"Could be a hunting technique of those lizards," Marley said, remembering the sounds they made as they devoured the flesh of their own brethren. She shuddered quietly, but something in her churned. She'd never been as prone to anger as Josephine was, but the thought of parents leaving their own child behind struck something deep within her and she felt a sudden rush of anger boiling in her stomach. "C'mon," she said, slamming the car door shut and grabbing the bag of jars, "let's finish this shit." She jogged up to the totaled Mercedes and tossed the bag into the front seat, then thought better and went around to the trunk, tucking them in safely. That way they wouldn't fall out. "You gonna be okay to push with that leg?" she asked, nodding at Blanche's cast. She wished she could heal it for her. But only so that this would be easier for them, that was all. They needed to get this done before more of those monsters came out.

Blanche wrinkled her nose. “What?” Why would a lizard send the parents way from there—oh. Their nest. With their child. Or eggs or something. That made some sense—the aroma of flowers was probably what had leaked from The Lizard King’s pores. Blanche almost dry heaved at the thought. “Gross. “Blanche groaned as she got out of her car, watching as Marley put them in the front seat, and then change her mind. “Yeah, I’ll just ditch one of my crutches and hobble alone. I’ve been moving stuff around all day.” Blanche said, grimly sliding into the Mercedes, snatching the keys she had left on the passenger seat, and sliding it into neutral. Blanche slide out of the car, nodding as it began to move ever so slightly. “Alright! We are goo—” Blanche never got to finish that sentence as a roar came from the portal. A lizard—bigger that the stupid Lizard King—came roaring out, straight onto the car. And this one looked like it was spitting acid.”

Marley gave the car a good shove as soon as Blanche popped it into neutral. It groaned and heaved forward a bit, rolling slowly towards the portal. No, it needed to move faster. She went to shove at it again when a sudden roar overtook the garage. That low, gurgling noise, rattling her bones and her brain inside her skull. Shit. No. "Get back!" she shouted, leaping over the trunk of the car, grabbing Blanche's arm and yanking back and away from the lizard as something yellow dripped from its mouth onto the car. Right where Blanche's hand had been. It ate away at the metal and sizzled as it went down, like something straight out of a fucking Alien movie. She shoved Blanche back and picked up the nearest thing to use as a weapon-- which happened to be a golf club that had been laying in a pile of "To Be thrown into the portal". "Keep pushing the car! Don't stop! I'll distract it!" she shouted, swinging the club once and watching as the head of the club shattered over the monsters rock hard hide and flew off into the garage.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” Blanche swore in disbelief, watching as the acid dribbled down the side of the Mercedes, the body of the car ruined. She really appreciated Marley dragging her out of the way, but shit, she had to get her balance. “What?! What do you mean, distract--- oh my god!” Blanche swore as Marley crashed a gold club over the monsters head and she immediately did as she was told. Blanche ditched one of her crutches and hobbled to the car, using her free hand to push the car. The brace on her hand told her she probably shouldn’t be pushing cars, and the pain that shot up her wrist agreed with her, but honestly fuck that. “Damn it---” Blanche gave it a good shove, before almost losing her balance and losing contact with the car. She cussed, going forward again and giving the car another shove. She regretted pulling it out so far now—but soon, the nose of the car was in the portal, and it seemed to be pulling it in all by itself now. “Good--- Marley?!”

The lizard's weight made the front of the car groan, and the hood bent under the pressure. Marley swore, still holding the shattered golf club by the grip, watching as the lizard lifted it's massive front claw and brought it down on the front windshield, instantly shattering it as it climbed its way down the car, towards Blanche. It was trying to escape the pull of the portal, but Marley wouldn't let it. She gave a cry and jabbed what was left of the golf club into its eye, hoping her theory was right. And it was. The shaft sunk into the creature's eye with a squelch and it roared, collapsing onto the roof of the car, bending the metal of it under its weight. But it was still alive, trying to claw its way out of the portal. So Marley cursed, and turned to dive for the crutch Blanche had abandoned, but she stopped when a sudden burning sensation lit up her mind. For a moment, she didn't really believe what she saw. It was a puddle of yellow, steaming, bubbling liquid, dripping from the monster's mouth, to the ground, eating away at the cement of the garage floor. Eating away at the cement...and her foot. All of it. All of her foot. She screamed. Stumbled. Caught herself on the car, almost face planting in the puddle. Blood poured from her leg. She couldn't stop screaming. Something heavy pressed down onto her arm. A bone snapped. Her eyes widened and her head swiveled just in time to watch the lizard's jaw snap shut on her arm. It pulled, ripped, and she heard it. Heard the snap and tear of her arm as the lizard ripped it straight from its socket. In the moment, she didn't feel the pain, not at first. Black dots ate at her vision and a dizziness made the world around her tilt. Her back hit the garage floor. She was staring up at the flickering light, a string swinging back and forth. The world was completely silent. She screamed.

Blanche watched in horror, everything moving in slow motion. Blood spluttered from her like a fountain, and Blanche could only watch as Marley hit the garage floor with a disgusting thump. The screaming was the worst part, Blanche was disoriented as she watched the Lizard turn to her. It’s beady yellow eyes with acid dripping from it’s mouth…. IT was coming for her next. The Lizard hissed, lurching forward, the metal of the car groaning under its weight. Blanche backed up, stablizing herself against the wall and she smashed it in the nose with her crutch. It’s roar mingled with Marley’s screams. There was a sizzling of metal and she barely had a crutch at all—Blanche turned, realizing it was getting ready to spit at her again, and she snatched the broken rake from before. Thank god she thought to make something that would be useful to fight. But she only had one shot--- She dove to the side in an awkward one-legged hopping motion as acid came flying at her. It snatched at her cast, and Blanche snatched the make shift spear and launched forward as she tried walking. Pain shot up her leg, and she could smell burning plaster. But her aim was good, the sharp blade plunging into the soft spot in between his eyes, a sickening splurging sound. The thing roared, but it was too late, the portal sucked in the car and the lizard. Acid flew over her head and the only reason why it missed her head was because she fell—her leg collapsing under her and she smashed against the cement in Marley’s blood. Blanche barely registered the portal swirling closed, the glittering lights slowly disappearing. Blanche sat up, and upon a quick self check she knew she definitely reinjured her wrist and her leg was killing her--- thank god for her cast. IT was all melted and she felt it burning… but she still had her leg. Blanche dragged herself to Marley, hurriedly digging out her phone, dialing 911. She snapped her address, said she needed two ambulances, and began paying attention to Marley. “Marley?! Marley?! Wake up!—” Blanche struggled with her sweatshirt. Could she die? Blanche was covered in Marley’s blood, and she didn’t know what to do. “Come on, Marley, there’s help coming—"

#gore cw #chatzy #touchoffinale #chatzy marley #chatzy marley 2 #Chatzy 7

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The Versipellis of the 7/11 (Adam + Kaden)

Characters: Kaden Langley (Hunter-Liz), Adam Walker (Hunter-Tapir)

Summary: Kaden and Adam go to a canabalistic crime scene and find themselves tracking down a familiar foe.

Content Warnings: Gun Use, Head Trauma

Lycanthropy and all its permutations wasn’t Adam Walker’s specialty. However Versipellis curse was something he had personal experience with. Adam had to force those memories down as he examined the cashier’s body, the man unrecognizable after being mostly cannibalized. The bite marks on his body resembled those of a human mouth in some places, but the size and jaw structure distended as the curse had taken hold of the perpetrator, twisting them into something that’d eventually chomped this guy’s head in half like a pumpkin gourd.

Adam began the morbid task of rifling through the victim’s possessions, constructing guesses from clues and what he already knew. The Hunter’s gloved fingers flipped through bloodstained debit cards and receipts in what was left of the guy’s wallet. Crisp electronic clicks began as Adam rubbed enough dark gore off a smartphone to sift through photos of family and the most recent texts.

It seemed like a form of desecration to so casually paw through a person’s life before their corpse had even cooled. Adam wasn’t a naturally nosy dude and felt only a cold pit in his stomach as he scrutinized this window into the everyday complexity of someone else’s personhood. But they didn’t have time to spare, and Adam had been conditioned to suppress any squicky sentimentality that might interfere with the mission.

“Our victim is Michael P. Brewer, thirty six year old man, five feet and nine inches, one hundred and forty three pounds,” Adam rattled off with militaristic dispassion as he knelt over what was left of the body. “He was about to get off shift, but his replacement attacked while he was busy with the punch card. The bites began at the neck until the perpetrator’s increasing bulk forced Michael to the floor, where he was eaten alive. He is survived by his wife: Crow Brewer,” he finished.

“The likely perp is Tammy L. Killian, twenty nine year old woman, black hair, about five-six from this photo,” Adam held up a screenshot from Michael’s phone where the now intact man stood smiling next to his coworker at a union meeting. “She was texting Michael about wanting to come in for her shift despite suffering a bite from a wild animal that ate her dog last night.”

Adam looked up at the more experienced Hunter. “What’s the call Langley?”

When Kaden got the call from Walker about a body in the convenience store, he didn’t hesitate. As much as hunting gave him pause recently, he wouldn’t leave the kid hanging. Even if he had to squash the voice in the back of his head telling him to call it in to the authorities. Didn’t last long. Not when he heard the basics of the situation. This was stained with supernatural shit, no doubt.

The first thing he did when they walked in, after placing the police tape to keep out any one else who might wander by, was head straight for the security cameras. Technology was far from his strong suit, but years of keeping the supernatural secret (and keeping himself out of prison) was enough for him to learn a few tricks here and there how to destroy evidence. Lucky for them, the whole setup was far from complicated. Kaden ripped the cameras out of the corners of the place and slammed them to the ground before giving them a good stomp with his boot for good measure. He reached behind the counter and gave the CCTV screen there and the box attached to it the same treatment.

By the time he was done, Walker was already halfway through rifling the victim's belongings. There were times Kaden regretted getting involved with law enforcement. Times like now, when he had that nagging feeling that he was going against his duty as WCPD. Examining the body before even considering reporting it. Still, his duty to the hunter’s codes went back far longer than any job and would endure long past that. Of course. Well, unless he-- That didn’t matter. The point was he was a hunter first. It was in his blood, he couldn’t walk away from his genetics even if he wanted to. He didn’t have to ask for details, Walker was good at delving them out as he went.

“Bite from a wild animal, huh?” Kaden huffed out a laugh. They both knew damn well what that meant. “You said you thought this was a versipellis case,” he stated, leaning down to get a better look at the body. He’d seen injuries like this before. Unfortunately. “Gotta agree.”

He stood up, cracked his knuckles and glanced back over his shoulder. No sign of anyone approaching. Good. Kaden turned back and gave Walker his answer. “We find the monster. We kill the monster.” There was no gesture or further explanation. Kaden started walking, following the trail of destruction. “Looks like it burst out the back,” he added, heading through what was left of the back door. Maybe they had a shot of catching up with the beast before it found another victim. He didn’t want to call Michael P. Brewer lucky but death was preferable to being turned by a versipellis of all things.

“There was a Verispellis case earlier that turned a selkie feral,” supplied Adam as he followed Kaden out the back door. That was the danger of the Turnskin. A single bite could lead to a domino effect of secondary infections and people devoured alive. Kinna like a zombie but with some giant doggo skinbursting as a treat.

“However the infection ran its course in that selkie without the transformation taking hold and he’s been stable since,” continued Adam, making an effort to keep his voice professionally neutral, as if David Herring were simply just a witness to a case. The rational part of Adam knew that Kaden probably wouldn’t have a problem with his noodling partner, considering who Regan was. However, the reflex towards covering his ass so was automatic that Adam didn’t even realize how he was speaking until the words were out of his mouth.

Adam looked around the alley culdesac they’d walked into, Brick walls surrounded them on three sides laden with cardboard debris and dumpsters. The Hunter’s eyes scanned past the refuse to fix on long white claw marks that'd been gouged one far of the brick walls as if the back legs of something huge had clambered up side after a leap.

“There over that wall,” Adam noted, already in the process of performing a running vault that carried him onto a dumpster and then onto the wall.

“It bit a selkie?” Kaden’s brows furrowed as he glanced back at the other hunter. There were a lot of questions there. First off, how Walker knew a selkie, which one, why he didn’t take care of said selkie while feral, how he knew any of this, if this was connected to the case Rio mentioned. Before he could decide where to begin, Walker at least allayed some of his concerns. Only some of them. “You’re sure he’s not going to turn?” In the end, that was the only question that mattered, right? He wasn’t sure a selkie could turn, but he’d seen weirder shit. “Guess I’ll have to trust you, Walker,” he answered just as flatly as the other hunter had in turn. It was strange how easily it could all come flooding back every time, the harshness, the simplicity of it all. There was a right and there was a wrong and nothing else in between. And no time for emotions or questions like the ones clawing to the forefront of his mind just then.

Kaden followed what he could see of the trail of destruction into the alleyway with Walker. Sure looked right to him, onto the dumpster and over the wall it was. He gave a curt nod and was about to check the lid of said dumpster when Adam took off. “Putain,” he muttered to himself, huffing a sigh before pulling himself onto it and hopping up to the wall. Not about to run and vault if he could avoid it. He wasn’t as old as Oscar yet but he sure as hell wasn’t about to show off for no goddamn reason.

He surveyed the scene ahead of him, looking for any more signs or clues. The crushed trash cans strewn about the streets leading to a busted fence seemed like the right answer. Kaden waved the other hunter on and followed the destruction towards what looked like a construction site. A new building, an old building, hard to say in this town. Nothing lasted too long, not when there were monsters crawling out of every crack and crevice. Kaden held his breath and tried to listen deep. He didn’t hear much beyond the wind rattling the unsteady beams and scaffolds, but he could feel the pin pricks along his spine signifying that some sort of lycanthrope was nearby. Whether it was the one they were looking for, that was a different question entirely. “I think it might be cl--” A creak and a scraping of metal came from above. Kaden didn’t need to look up to know the growling was coming from the same direction. Shit. Guess they found it alright.

Adam ran over to a figure crumbled amongst the cinderblocks. He dusted off a man in his late twenties whose red hair was greyed the construction site’s powdery rubble. Adam checked for a pulse and began cardiac compressions and mouth to mouth resuscitation.

Adam’s humanitarian concerns had drawn him farther into the construction site than Kaden. Evening’s amber light was broken by the skeletal silhouette of scaffolding and rebar, casting bars of shadow across the younger Adam as he attended to merciful procedure without enough care for his own surroundings.

A gagging cough signaled that Adam had been successful, and the Hunter helped his charge into a sitting position on one of the larger cinder-blocks. “Its Aaron Osheen,” Adam explained. “One of Killian’s coworkers...aw shit.” It was then that Adam got a better look at his rescuee, including the deep well of blood on Aaron’s calf. “Hey uh Langley we got a bite here…” However this thought was cut off as metal screeching and growling descended from above.

Kaden’s eyes were scanning along the scaffolds for any signs of claws and fangs. He saw a flash of motion somewhere in the distance when Walker called out to him. His attention shot around to see the other hunter standing over a victim. “How bad does it loo-- a bite?” Before Kaden could utter a single French curse word let alone the slew of them he had planned, a monster leapt out from the metal tower towards them.

He raised the gun in his hand and let the shots fly towards the beast, bangs ringing out in empty site. One hit. Enough to slow it, not enough to stop it. Kaden shot again, out of rounds. It closed in and reloading wasn’t an option. He reached for his knife and threw himself to the side of the versipellis, slashing at its flank. It whipped around and he could feel its hot breath hanging in the air. Which meant the fangs were close enough to snap his arm in two. It swiped with its claws and Kaden rushed to its side again. Not fast enough to miss the talons sinking into his skin. But enough to give him the space to pull himself up the beams nearby. If he could get a vertical angle he’d have the advantage. He just needed Walker to hold his ground.

Adam unslung his machete and did a pull-up on one of the hanging rebar poles. He performed a gymnast’s swing up onto what would eventually be this building’s second floor and faced the enormous wolf that was still covered in gore from tearing up a 7/11. As with many lycanthropes, ‘wolf’ was a crude generalization for the quadrupedal goliath of muscle and unnaturally proportioned limbs before him. It was far bigger than the largest kodiak bears and yet leapt from scaffolding and cinderblocks with a grace that was truly disconcerting in something that huge.

Adam moved to flank the thing trying to claw up Kaden, bringing his machete down in a two-handed slice down one of the versipellis’ back legs, mutant strength leveraging the blade straight through solid muscle. A howling whine of pain rewarded the raw aggression, and Adam succeeded in gaining the giant lycanthrope’s attention. He readied himself to be an elusive target while Kaden closed in for the kill from behind.

But pain lanced up his leg and Adam stumbled to one knee as something jerked his other leg off the scaffolding from below.

In a critical second of distraction, Adam glanced down into the bloodshot eyes of Aaron Osheen. The cashier has sunk his teeth into Adam’s leg, foaming spittle mixing with the Hunter’s blood. Aaron has clambered after Adam in a cursed frenzy, frantically trying to drag him down to the second floor to devour.

Kaden scrambled onto the ledge and reached for his second gun. His hand was around the handle, aimed, ready to let loose on the snarling beast below when he saw Walker dragged off to the side. Shit. The victim wasn’t a victim anymore. He turned his aim towards the other hunter and the cashier, thought about picking off a shot but it was too risky. There was no way to tell limb from limb. On top of that, the mass of fur, mange, and gore leapt up, clawing at the beams in front of him. Putain.

Kaden’s eyes darted and saw a platform across the way and sprinted. Hope this works. He threw himself across to the next patch of construction. He knew the monster could clear the space between them with ease but he’d made enough time to reload, fire a few more bullets into the lycan. The squeals and screams were a pretty good indication they hit, slow it, but it wasn’t down. And it was jumping to where Kaden was standing. He braced himself for impact as the claws came towards him. He knew he shouldn’t have closed his eyes, but some instincts were too hard to fight. He expected to feel sharp scratches of pain. Instead, gravity was giving way below them both. Fuck.

Adam watched Kaden and the wolf plummet down to the rubble of the first story in a tide wave of wood splitters and bent rebar. “Damn it.” He hadn’t been fast enough to grab Kaden out of the way, the civilian gnawing on his leg. Adam gritted his teeth and lifted both his leg and Aaron Osheen onto the second story with him. Fitting back rage at the feeling of his own flesh ripping in the cursed human’s teeth, Adam steadied his breathing. He needed to get Aaron off himself without pulverising the normie to death with too much force.

Adam let in one purposeful inhale, exhaled, and brought together both his hands on either side of Aaron’s temples, boxing his ears. Even holding back, the blow disoriented Aaron enough to release his jaw.

Adam hefted the concussed coughing guy off of him, tensed his abdomen, and flipped back up to his feet in one acrobatic movement. He looked down at where Kaden and the Versipellis had fallen, fastening his machete and drawing a silvered combat knife. Adam stood a running start before leaping down one store onto the Lycanthrope’s back from above, plunging the silver knife down into the beast.

Kaden gasped for some of the air that was knocked from his lungs when his back slammed on the ground. Walker bought him a second to reach for his-- Fuck. Kaden went to wrap his fist around his gun to find nothing but wood chips in his hand. Weight pressed onto him and teeth flashed towards his flesh. He reached out and clambered for the first thing he could get his hands on. His fingers gripped the cold metal and he swung it at the beast’s head. Spit sprayed across the hunter’s face, but his jugular was still intact.

The wolf flinched, barely stunned, but Kaden pushed himself away, kicking his way out of the rubble. Gun was nowhere to be seen. He grabbed the small silver knife in his pocket. Not the best weapon, but it was the closest on hand. The monster had spun its attention to the hunter on its back, its claw reaching up to grab the younger hunter. No. Not today. Kaden thrust the small blade down through the monster’s foot, pinning it in place as it yowled in pain. Wouldn’t last. Was far from lethal. But he needed to buy time to bring out Last Chance.

Adam found himself in the precarious bucking bronco position of riding a Versipellis. He raised up the bloody silver knife to plunge it in again in search of a vital organ, but soon he was much more focused on trying not to be clawed off the lycanthrope’s back. Well aware that being dragged under the werewolf would likely end with his innards being raked out in seconds, Adam held on for dear life as he swung his leg narrowly out of the way of the annoyed wolf’s scratching claws.

Grabbing for any handhold as his world became a thrashing roller coaster, Adam’s every muscle was taut as he held onto to his grip and his lunch. Red-rimmed blackness closed in on the edge of his vision as an increasingly frantic swipe from the werewolf found purchase on his ribs. Adam had to shift his weight to the other side of the beast’s back to avoid being dragged down. Blood from his gouged side mingled with the puncture wounds he’d driven in the werewolf’s back, and Adam’s grip began to slip from the sheer amount of blood slickening everything.

Gritting his teeth Adam risked a one-armed hold around the werewolf’s massive neck to draw his silver knife again. He began to stab the blade into the Versipellis’ throat towards the jugular and…

Everything vanished in blackness and pain.

Adam’s ears rang with dull concussed clamor as he blearily opened his eyes. Blood ran down the back of his neck from where the Versipellis had ended the annoyance stabbing it from behind by intentionally ramming itself backwards into a cinderblock wall. Adam coughed and gagged up dark bile from internal wounds. He tried to summon the will to stand, and had gotten halfway to his feet and something slammed him down again.

Adam looked blearily up into the panting face of Aaron Osheen as the infected human opened his foaming mouth to bite down on the fallen hunter’s shoulder.

Kaden’s knife wasn’t in hand in time to stop the versipellis from throwing Walker across the crumbled construction like a ragdoll. His knuckles went white around the handle, his jaw clenched, and his heart pounding in his eardrums as he charged at the wolf. It made its move first, going straight for his shoulder. Kaden ducked to the right, the monster's momentum pulled him forward and it crashed into a support beam. Which might have been a good move. If a few dozen planks of wood didn’t come spilling down from above them. He covered his head, dove away but he got slapped around all the same.

The versipellis pivoted, pushed itself off the beam and pinned the hunter to ground. This time, Kaden was ready. Or he thought he was ready. He had his knife this time. But the monster sunk its claws into his shoulders, shoving him across the wooden beams, splinters digging into his back as he scraped across the lumber. Fangs found their way towards Kaden’s flesh. The hunter kicked and used every ounce of strength he had to brace against the beast with his arms.

Pain seared into his forearm as teeth pulled at his skin, tearing at it, shredding him. If he screamed or howled at the pain, Kaden didn’t know, couldn’t remember. All his focus, everything was on the knife. Bringing it down, digging it directly into its neck. Pushing it just a little farther and twisting it for good measure.

He felt the jaws around him loosen up and Kaden shoved the monster off of him. It was fading. Not fast enough. Kaden pushed himself up, was just about to lunge back at the wolf when he heard a different sort of growl from behind him.

His gaze shot to Aaron. And Adam. The versipellis was dying. He wasn’t about to let a hunter die, too. Kaden sprinted over to them, stumbling over the mess of beams and debris, and reached to grab Aaron by his collar and yank him back.

Adam staggered to his feet, covered in blood and dust. He leaned against a pillar of riveted steel for support as everything swam with dark spots and white flares. The younger Hunter looked from the dying wolf to the still frothing Aaron. “Thanks man,” he managed to gasp to Kaden. “We’ll need to get this dude in confinement till…”

Adam saw the Verspellis lunge forward, mad with lethal pain. The wounded lycanthrope rushed towards them, a frenzied juggernaut of bleeding muscle. “Kade! Heads up!”

The pain was starting to settle in and the adrenaline was waning. Kaden had the cashier by the collar and was more or less contained, Walker was still breathing, and the versipellis was--

Kaden turned to see the wolf tunneling towards him. Aaron was tossed aside with as much care as the hunter could manage. Sharp claws and fangs lunged at him. Kaden inhaled, braced for the pain, and threw himself at the monster. It tripped back. Kaden jammed his silver blade into the versipellis’ chest. Gravity took hold once again. This time it was the monster that gave way, falling back to the ground with a shrieking whine. The hunter pulled the blade down and out of the beast’s chest. All that was left was the twitching as the fight left its body and the light left its eyes.

Kaden wanted to collapse. Maybe catch his breath. Give the injuries a one over. But they weren’t done. Not yet. He pushed his blood covered body off the dead beast and turned his attention back to the cashier. “Got any ideas?” he asked as he reached to contain Aaron once more.

“I’ve got a bunker made from a buried cargo container,” noted Adam as he leaned against the steel pillar. It wasn’t exactly the most glorious hideout, but it sufficed for having a discreet place to store things. “There’s plenty of MREs and water in there. Aaron can be locked in there till the curse wears off?”

Adam staggered over to the downed wolf. Death didn’t do much to make the giant predator less intimidating, or easier to get the hell out of here. Everything hurt, but that wasn’t any excuse to just leave paranormal evidence out in the open. “I can bring the truck around and we can load it under a tarp?” “Hey Langley,” Adam turned his bruise-covered face to Kaden. “Thank you, like seriously, you saved my ass back there.”

Kaden’s brows furrowed. “You’ve got a what?” Aaron tried to pull away and break from his grasp. Kaden focused back on the cashier and considered knocking him out. Might make things easier. Shit, was it ethical? Aaron lunged again and that settled it. Kaden struck at the cashier’s neck at a pressure point, catching the body as he fell unconscious and setting him down. If nothing else, gave them time to tie him up to get him to that bunker.

“Sounds good.” Kaden sighed looking over at the dead versipellis. It was a lot easier when this happened in the woods. Leaving monsters there was never an issue. Concern creased into his forehead as he looked back at Walker. “You think you can make it?” Kaden asked. He was pretty badly hurt. Sure, nothing new for the likes of them but it wasn’t pretty regardless.

“Don’t mention it, Walker,” Kaden replied, offering as much of a smile as he could manage, finally feeling the weariness wash over him. “You saved mine a few times there, too. And I wasn’t about to let you die out there.”

Adam grinned, a sunbeam amidst bruises and blood. “I’ll make it Kade. Here, help me get this mega-furry in the truck.”

#kaden #adam #versipellis #versipellis of the 7/11 #chatzy #gun use tw #head trauma tw

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Who: Jake Gyllenhaal and Anna Kendrick

What: After Jake and Anna catch up, she calls him wasted and one thing leads to another. The two talk about what couldve of been between them.

Where: Anna’s home in California

When: July 14th, 2019

Trigger Warnings: slight nsfw just in case? lol

@jakegyllnhls

Anna: The previous conversation Anna had with Jake almost broke her. She knew this day was coming, but she never knew when. It wasn't right for her to keep that from him, but Anna was terrified of it becoming a reality and when it wasn't she was crushed but relieved. After all these years, Jake admitted that he was in love with her and Anna didn't know what to feel or how to react to that. A million thoughts were running through her mind right now and all she felt like doing was getting wasted, and that's exactly what she did. Grabbing three beers from her fridge, it didn't take much for the tiny actress to get bombed. Anna downed the first two, and as she was almost done with her third one, Anna picked up her phone and dialed the one number she shouldn't of. Hoping he didn't pick up, Anna heard someone say hello and the actress slurred her words "I.." Stopping herself, Anna took a sip of her beer and pushed her hair out of her face "I liked Nora. I mean, when the stick didn't turn positive I was relieved but I was kind of dissapointed. If I was pregnant and if it was a girl, I would've liked Nora." She said into the phone, sounding plastered.

Jake: After the conversation with Anna, Jake didn't really know what to think. Everything they'd talked about was going through his head. He couldn't believe she'd kept the pregnancy scare from him. If he'd known, he'd have been there, he'd have helped her but now she was telling him after all these years felt like a massive blow. It wasn't like he had room to talk anyway. He'd hid that he was in love with her for so long. Everything about the conversation just hurt. He sighed, getting up from his couch and heading over to grab a bottle of beer to try and help calm himself but his attention was caught when his phone rang. "Hello..." he said curiously as he finally grabbed a beer, resting it on the counter. Then he heard the voice he didn't know if he wanted to hear at that moment. "Anna? ...what are you talking about?" His heart dropped as he heard her talk about the scare again, a sigh passing his lips. "You can't call me up and say this shit to me right now. You sound wasted."

Anna: She didn’t know how to feel. All of this was too much, and maybe getting wasted wasn’t the best idea but Anna needed to do something to numb the pain. She wanted him and missed him and needed him, especially now and Anna couldnt tell him that, now yet anyway. As he answered the phone and heard his voice, Anna took another sip of her beer and then walked to the fridge to grab another. Sighing, Anna continued with “I thought Nora sounded good with Gyllenhaal.” She was wasted, and Anna let out a frustrated groan when he had called her out on it “I’m not fucking wasted! I’m fine” Anna rolled her eyes

Jake: This was killing Jake. Everything about it. For so long they’d both kept things from each other and now it was out there and he wasn’t sure how to deal with it. Normally, he’d close himself off and act like it didn’t bother him but he couldn’t with this. This was far too serious for him to blow off. Hearing her say the name she’d have wanted for their kid felt like a stab to his heart. “Don’t, Anna. Please,” he spoke quietly as if that was going to hide how much this was hurting him right now. “Don’t say that to me. You can’t say that to me. It’s not fair.” He huffed, rolling his eyes while he played around with the label on his bottle of beer just as a minor distraction. “You are fucking wasted. What’re you calling me for anyway? You could’ve called any other single person you know but of course it had to be me.” Was he a little annoyed? Sure but he knew that she was upset just like he was so he couldn’t blame her. “How much have you drank?”

Anna: Anna didn’t know how to feel. If she was being honest with herself, she felt numb. But she also felt confused and pissed off and upset. All different kind of emotions and Anna didnt feel like dealing with it. This was too much and Anna just wasnt in the mood. “I’m just saying.” Anna said quietly, finishing her third beer and then took the cap off of the fourth one after putting her third on the kitchen table. “I’m not fucking wasted. Because I fucking miss you and you cant just fucking tell me you were in love with me and then not...” Stopping herself, Anna felt herself getting choked up and she drummed her fingers on the island and took a breath “I’m on my fourth beer.” Anna said “Can you just.. can you...” Shaking her head, Anna laughed “You seriously couldn’t have told me back then that you were in love with me?”

Jake: “Well, just don’t.” Jake said, frustration laced in his voice. Not because he was mad at her but because he just didn’t know how to handle this. It was a lot. More than he was was he supposed to deal with the fact that she’d been in love with him too and was almost pregnant with his kid. He couldn’t stop thinking about what could’ve been. “You are fucking wasted. Stop being stubborn.” His heart almost leapt out of his chest when she said she missed him. He missed her too even if he didn’t want to admit that out loud at that moment. “And you can’t fucking tell me you thought you were pregnant with my kid just like that either. You should’ve told me then but you didn’t and... whatever.” He was almost tempted to end the conversation right then and there but he couldn’t. Anyone else it would’ve been easy but not Anna. “Fuck, Anna. Why did you have to call me?” He sounded almost defeated. Ignoring her last comment, he decided he’d had enough of talking about this over the phone. “I’m coming over. Don’t argue it just unlock the damn door so I can come in and don’t drink anything else.”

Anna: Anna let him talk. There was nothing else for her to say, she had a million thoughts running through her mind but Anna couldnt think of them right now. There was no point in fighting with him because if she fought with him then she would’ve wanted to get more drunk. When he called her stubborn, Anna bit her lips and smiled softly to herself. “I know. Im sorry.” Anna whispered, keeping this too herself and getting wasted wasnt helping. “Because I wanted to hear your voice.” Anna said, taking another sip of her beer but then took a breath and pushed her hair out of her face “Jake..” Was all she could say before she ended the phone call. Still in her pajamas from this morning, Anna took another sip of her beer ignoring Jake.

Jake: As he was about to say something, the line went dead. Confused, he pulled his phone away from his ear to look at it. She’d hung up on him. It wasn’t really a surprise but that wasn’t stopping him from doing what he said. He REALLY was going to go over to her place. He had to. This wasn’t how this was going to end - there was no way. So, he grabbed his keys and headed out without question. Maybe going over wasn’t the best idea. They hadn’t seen each other in a while and with everything that was out there now it would probably end up with them arguing, doing something they shouldn’t or her just completely ignoring him. Whatever the consequence, he had to see her. His heart was pounding against his chest as he pulled up outside her place. Part of him was screaming at him to go back home but he fought it, stepping out of the car and to her front door. After a deep breath in and out to collect himself, he knocked on the door. “Anna. Open the door. Please.”

Anna: She didn’t know why she hung up on him but she did. All Anna wanted to do was cry and yell but that would be childish, but the women didnt care. He was coming over and Anna looked like he’ll, she felt embarrassed and sick to her stomach. Sitting on the couch with her knees pulled up to her chest, Anna held on tight and the brunette took another sip of her beer. Getting lost within her thoughts, Ann jumped a little when she heard the knock on the door. Hearing his voice, Anna took a breath and closed her eyes, feeling tears fall down her face. Clearing her throat, Anna got up and opened the door “I don’t know why you’re here Jake. I’m fine.” Anna said, rolling her eyes and folding her arms across her chest.

Jake joined the chat 3 hours ago

Jake: He really wished this was a situation he could run from and just forget ever happened but he couldn’t. It was Anna and with everything they’d talked about, walking away from it would be too hard for him. As hard as it would be they needed to talk face to face. Jake stood there, hands stuffed into his jeans pocket. After a few minutes, he heard the door open and came face to face with her for the first time in a while. He knew he’d missed her but seeing her made it hit him like a ton of bricks. He really, really wished it’d have been under different circumstances. “Oh yeah, totally fine. Fine people always call their ex up drunk as fuck,” he said, sarcastically. It was silent for a few minutes, Jake not daring to make eye contact with her. This was so out of his comfort zone but he has to try. He wanted to. “Can I come in or are you going to make me stay out here so we can be like a cliche romance movie.”

Anna: As soon as she saw him, Anna took a breath and looked him up and down. He had not changed one bit and Anna was still very attracted to him, but who wouldnt be? Chewing on her lips, Annas arms were still folded against her chest and the women just let him talk again. This was way too hard and the actress wished she didnt have to deal with this but she did at some point and today was that day. “You’re an asshole.” Anna said, shaking her head and then motioned for him to come in “Ive been traveling and working so the place is a mess.” Anna slurred, her eyes red and fired from crying

jake: Seeing her stood in front of him brought back all the memories from when they were together. And, now knowing that they’d both been in love with each other and were idiots who never told each other, it hurt so much more. He could tell she’d been crying and he really wanted to hug her and tell her it’d be okay but he didn’t know if he should. “Yeah, I know,” he shrugged, stepping inside her place and closing the door behind him. “I don’t care. I care about you and why you’re here getting so drunk that you call me up. I know you probably don’t want me here and you’d rather just get drunk and be miserable by yourself but I’m sorry. I can’t let you do that.”

Anna: All she saw was what could of been. What her son or daughter could’ve looked like if she was pregnant that whole week she was late. This was killing her and keeping this whole thing to herself and not talking about it, Anna felt like an idiot and wished she had talked to Aubrey about it more. She wished she had just told him, Anna swallows the lump in her throat and chewed the inside of her cheeks “I shouldn’t even have my phone. I was about to call Ben but I didnt.” Anna said, walking further into her home. There were boxes with Bens name on it and Anna took a breath “He’s picking up his stuff next week. Haven’t had a chance to send his things to him.” She laughed but and took another sip of her beer looking at him “Why? I’ll be 34 Jake, I can do whatever I want.” Anna said snippy, and shook her head while rolling her eyes “I just don’t get why you’re here since you probably hate me right now.”

jake: He was really trying his best not to think about the fact that if they’d have still been together and she really had been pregnant and told him that they’d probably be a big happy family right now. That was too much for him to handle. A family was something Jake wanted so badly but anytime he tried it just didn’t work out for him. It was something he’d pretty much given up on by now. He really wished he’d have told her how he’d felt back then. Maybe things would’ve been different. He couldn’t change it, though. All he could do was focus on now and at least try and deal with their situation right now. “No shit you shouldn’t have your phone.” He followed her, eyeing the boxes with a frown. It was never good to have your exes stuff laying around. “Don’t give me that attitude, Anna. It’s not just my fault that you’re feeling how you are right now. I feel the exact same way but I’m not drinking my feelings away.” He stopped for a second to look at her and shake his head. “Hate you? You’re insane. I don’t hate you. I’m… upset with you but I don’t hate you. I could never.”

Anna: She didnt even tell her mom, and right now all Anna needed and wanted was to talk to her mom. But her mom was someone who wanted grandchildren and marriage from and for her daughter but Anna was cut out for it. She loved Jake, she was so in love with him and if she would’ve told him back then then Annas whole life couldve been something different. It was bothering her so much, this whole thing was bothering her and maybe she shouldve still kept it to herself but Anna didnt realize how hard it was going to be to deal with this. “If Aubrey or Rebel we’re here then they would’ve taken my phone but they’re not.” Anna said taking a breath and pushing her hair out of her face, the actress finished her beer and placed it on her coffee table next to the other ones “I’m sorry that I’m fucking not as strong as you are Jake. I’m sorry that I fucking turn to alcohol when things get rough for me.” Throwing her hands up in the air in defense, Anna sat down on the couch and looked at him “Can we just.. can we talk about something else other than this? Other than us?” Anna said quickly, wanting so badly to change the subject “I’m.. I don’t know how to deal with this.” Anna said, she got up and walked closer to him “I don’t want to deal with this.”

Jake: Relationships never worked out for Jake. Whether it be him or the other person, he never seemed to be able to hold one down. It was like whenever he did start to get to the point of settling down, he self destructed just like he had with Anna. He’d sabotaged that by not telling her how he’d felt. If he had then they wouldn’t be here both hurt and having this conversation. Being with Anna had been one of the best relationships he’d ever had - it was one he thought about a lot. “Just because I look like I’m okay doesn’t mean I am,” he sighed, running a hand through his probably already messy hair and glanced at her. “This is fucking killing me. I’ve been sat miserable all night trying not to think about it because anytime I do my heart just hurts. You don’t think that I wanted to get drunk and try to forget about it because I did but then you called.” He couldn’t bring himself to look at her anymore, shaking his head. “I don’t know what to do.” He felt so broken. So helpless. There wasn’t anything he could do to sort this out for either of them. “Okay,” he nodded his head, fully aware that they were pretty much only inches apart. “Then let’s not deal with it."

Anna: She couldn't believe that this was happening. Going through a brake up is one thing, but now going through this? Anna was so tired, she was mentally tied and now she just wanted to be left alone. But Jake was here, standing in her home, like he's done many times before and the actress felt her eyes fill with water. She was not in the mood to cry, especially not in front of Jake. "Then yell at me. Call me names, do something! Me keeping this from you.., I.. what the hell was I fucking thinking? I didn't realize it would hurt /this/ much after finally telling you." Anna watched as he ran his hands through his hair, and there was a time when she played with his shaved head while being on and off of set. "I'm sorry I called. I'm sorry. No one else aside from Aubrey knows, but I didn't want to talk to her about it. My mom doesn't even know." Anna said, letting out a bitter laugh but she looked at him and swallowed hard "I'd offer you a beer, but you yelled at me before for drinking so.. help yourself if you want too or not." It's bothering her, it's bothering her that he can't even look at her an Anna moved in closer to him than she was before "I don't know what to do either, other than get wasted." Anna's words were still slurring, but they were starting to clear up a bit. She wanted to be close to him, she wanted him to hold her in his arms and feel his lips pressed against hers but Anna knew that now wasn't the time "But we have too. I.., I have too. I mean, I pushed it back for so many years but it's always been there. The thought of us.., of us having a baby.." Those words were hard to come out of Anna's mouth, but they did and Anna took her hands, lacing her fingers with his. Holding them up, Anna looked at him "I'm sorry that I fucked up, and I'm sorry that I hurt you." Anna whispered, and pressed her forehead against his but took a deep breath and pulled back, still holding his hands.

Jake: He didn’t want her to cry. That was the last thing he wanted especially if it was over him. She deserved to smile and be happy but that just wasn’t possible for either of them right now. They had to get past this first. It wasn’t gonna be easy but at least in some fucked up way they had each other. “No,” he said with a firm shake of his head. “I’m not going to yell at you or call you names or anything. As much as I’m hurt and upset with you right now, I could never bring myself to.” His voice was soft, an ever so present frown on his face now. “I.. I’m glad you told me, though. It sucks but I’m glad you didn’t keep it from me forever.” Jake couldn’t help let the tiniest of laughs when she said that he’d yelled at her for drink. “Yeah, I did but that’s only because I didn’t want you to do anything stupid. I mean, calling me was pretty stupid but I’m kind of glad you did,” he admitted. It was true. As much as he wished she hadn’t, it had given him an excuse to go over and see her and as hard as that was, being there in front of her and seeing her again was something he’d wanted for a while. Being so close to her again was almost intoxicating. He wasn’t sure if he could handle it before he caved and said something stupid. “I’m sorry that I hurt you, too.” His voice was barely a whisper and when she took his hands, Jake met her eyes for a small second before closing them the moment their foreheads touched. He let out a breath when she pulled back, opening his eyes again and before he could stop himself his next words tumbled out of his mouth and he said the stupid thing he was trying to avoid. “I really wanna kiss you right now.”

Anna: She probably looked horrible, and still being in her pajamas wasn't helping. He became more attractive and Anna was starting to realize how /much/ she missed the sex and right now, not getting laid for a while wasn't helping either. Having him here, having him in her rom and being close to her was helping though. It was helping in so many ways possible. "Jake please.., just call me a bitch or something because me not telling you was so fucked up." Anna whispered, and then looked at him "The minute we started talking again, it killed me that I was still keeping it a secret from you and I thought you had to know." She continued and then smiled softly as he laughed a little "I'm glad I called you too. I always do something stupid when I'm drunk." The brunette laughed, and then bit her lips "You should know that by now." Clearing her throat, Anna wanted to move in closer. She wanted to feel his body pressed against hers. She wanted him, she wanted him so badly. "You didn't hurt me." She whispered one more time, and then watched as she pulled away from him. His beautiful eyes on hers, Anna bit her lips and smiled a little. "I really wanna kiss you right now too." Anna leaned in, she pressed her lips softly against his and left them there for a few moments. Finally pulling back, Anna shook her head "I.." Not knowing what to say, she pushed her hair behind her ears and let go of Jake's hands, now folding her arms across her chest.

Jake: Even if she was drunk and still in her pyjamas, he still thought she was one of the most beautiful girls he’d ever seen. She’d just gotten more attractive through the years. Being here with her so close to him made him miss every single thing about her. “I’m never going to call you a name or be mean to you. I can’t.” The thought of even yelling at her about it hadn’t crossed his mind. Well, maybe for slight second but it had passed. “At least it was a sort of good stupid this time,” it was one of the first times that night a small smile played on his face. A genuine one. “I should’ve told you how I felt back then and not now. I’m sorry, Anna. I’m really sorry.” The second her lips were on his, he felt all the feelings he’d pushed away trying to rise right back up to the surface. Before he could really register it, she’s pulled away. He blinked, trying to figure out something to say in his head but he was coming up blank. Instead, he took a step closer to her again, bringing one of his hands to gently rest on her cheek before he leaned in and kissed her again. He didn’t care if she pushed him away and he knew that even the smallest of kisses was just going to make everything worse but he didn’t care. He’d missed it so much.

Anna: Anna was drunk, but she was sobering up and all Anna wanted to do was sleep, she was exhausted. However, Jake was here and she didnt want to rush him out. He came all this way to check on her, and she loved that. “I’ll have to thank your parents for that then.” Anna said, laughing a little even though she probably didn’t make any sense. “It was a good stupid. If I had called Ben then that would’ve been a bad stupid.” Anna said jokingly, but was being half serious. She didn’t even know where her phone was at the moment and that was a good thing too. Seeing his smile, Ann bit her lips and suddenly got turned on. When she has first met him for work, for their movie, his smile was one of the things that attracted her to him. “Baby it’s okay.” She whispered, then realized she called him the one nickname she missed calling him. Taking a breath, she got nervous for a second and pushed her hair out of her face. Watching him try to realize what had just happened, Anna let him come in closer to her and held his hand in hers as he rested it on her cheek. As he kisses her back, Anna knew she should probably step away but didn’t. If anything, she stepped closer to the couch and Anna laid down, pulling him on top of her “I miss you.” Anna whispered, and kissed him deeply

Jake: “Yeah. Please don’t call Ben... ever.” Was he a little jealous that she’d almost had with Ben what he’d wanted with her? Maybe but he wasn’t bitter about it. She’d moved on and he had, too. Of course they were going to try and start lives with other people. Seeing her bite her lip was driving him crazy whether she knew it or not. It was always one of his weakness. His heart leapt a bit when he heard her call him baby. He’d missed that. Other people he’d dated had called him it but it never sounded as good as it did when it came out of her mouth. Jake knew he should stop, he knew that kissing her was probably a bad idea but he just wanted to revel in the feeling of being so close to her again. Her lips on his, her hands on him - it felt like heaven. As she pulled him on the couch, he used one arm to hold himself up while the other rested on her hip, hitching up the top she was wearing a small bit. “I miss you too,” he mumbled against her lips, refusing to stop kissing her just yet. “So much.” It had turned from a gentle kiss into something much more desperate. Their bodies pressed against each other, lips moving together quickly as if they were trying to make up for missed time.

Anna: When Jake told her not to call Ben ever, sober or not, Anna sensed the jealousy in his voice and she smiled a bit. Sure she and Ben had just broken up a few months ago, and it was still hard but she couldn't even think about that right now. Anna felt so nervous for calling him baby, the word poured out of her mouth before she could even stop and Anna knew she probably fucked up again. With her hands holding his face, she smiled and laughed a little within the kiss and Anna pressed her forehead against his again, taking a breath. The touch of his hands on her hips, Anna got chills all up and down her body. She needed him and wanted him, Anna moaned a little and bit his lip softly for a few moments while kissing him "I want you.." She whispered "So badly.." Anna sat up for a second, not even stopping but took off her shirt and threw it onto the floor, she did the same with Jake's and Anna looked at him "Hi.." Was all she could say quietly, and kissed him deeply.

Jake: The last thing Jake had had in mind when he’d came over was to be making out with her on her couch but here they were. It was wrong and they both knew it but finding the self control to stop and actually register that in their brains was proving difficult. How could he think straight with her lips on his and his body pressed against hers? Everything up there was foggy and all he could think about was how he didn’t want this to stop. Hearing her moan was like music to his hears, fighting back one of his own. He could feel himself getting more and more turned on by the second. She’d always had that effect on him. “I want you too,” he spoke softly watching her as she pulled her shirt off then his too. A smile was on his face as he looked at her, taking in every single detail. She was still as beautiful as ever. It didn’t take long for the kiss to grow heated again, Jake’s hands exploring whatever parts of her body he could reach. “I want this so bad,” he murmured against her lips as he bucked his hips up against hers for even just the tiniest relief of friction.

Anna: When they were finished, Anna and Jake had moved from her couch into her bedroom. As they were laying there, she was cuddling with him, her naked body pressed up against his. She was always so small compared to him, and Anna loved that about their relaitonship. Her face was buried into his chest, and Anna looked up at him, running her fingers through his hair "You are right, by the way, that the sex is incredible." Anna laughed a little, and kissed him softly "I'm.., I missed this so much and I missed you and I'm just.. I'm really, really, really glad I called you tonight." Anna said quietly, looking into his beautiful ocean eyes. She took a breath, and swallowed hard "You know what scares me the most? Ben.., he begged me to marry him and he begged me to have kids with him but I wouldn't. If.., if you would've done that back then.., even though I was scared as hell then I would've in a heartbeat." Anna kissed him once more, and felt her eyes slowly closing but she opened them "I'm.., I only thought about names as soon as I called you too, by the way. It wasn't like I had that name in my head this whole time." Anna swallowed hard again, and then moved in closer to feel his touch "What did.., what did America say when you told her you were in love with me?" Anna questioned, she was genially curious.

Jake: As they laid their in their post sex haze, Jake had his arm around her, lightly brushing his fingers along her arm as he listened to her talk with a soft smile on his face. Really, he didn’t expect the night ending like this but he wasn’t complaining. He was just going to sit in their happy little bubble for a minute before it burst and they were brought back to reality. “Still amazing after all this time,” he grinned, pressing another quick kiss to her lips after she had. “I missed you too. I didn’t think I realized how much until I saw you,” he admitted. As much as he wanted to chip in with some comment about Ben, now wasn’t the time and he just let her talk. A sad smile formed on his face at what could’ve been. They really could’ve been happily married with kids by now if they hadn’t been so stupid. “I... uh, I wanted to marry Reese. Like, that was the first time I’d ever wanted that with anyone and she didn’t want that. Not with me anyway and that killed me. I never thought I’d find anyone that would make me want that again then we met and... I was just drawn to you straight away. You made me want to settle down. I... I would’ve married you.” He sighed, bringing her forehead to rest against his with his hand cupping her cheek. “Anna Gyllenhaal would’ve had a really nice ring to it.” Jake pressed his lips against hers in a slow, gentle kiss before pulling away. He thought back to when he’d told America - how she’d scolded him for telling her and not Anna. “She told me to tell you. Basically told me I was an idiot and that we were perfect for each other. I should’ve listened to her.”

Anna: While he's brushing his fingers against his arms, Anna's body was covered in chills and the brunette closed her eyes again. She could stay in this position with him forever, and Anna would've of minded it. "Remember the first night we slept together?" Anna questioned, smiling while thinking back on that time. The women loved every minute she spent with Jake, and all the memories were coming back now. When he kissed her back once more, Anna left her lips on his for a few moments and just listened to him talk "I really am sorry, that I.. kept the scare from you. I wanted to tell you but I was just.., I was scared." Anna whispered, and then looked up at him when she heard him mention Reese's name. "We really did fuck up, didn't we? I never saw myself settling down or having kids, that wasn't until I saw you with Ramona and Gloria and I just.. I fell in love with you more and more. It scared me, but I would've wanted it." Anna bit her lips again, and pushed her hair back, planting soft kisses on Jake's chest. When he brought her forehead to rest agains his, and when he cupped her cheek, Anna smiled and laughed a little "It would've. My mom would've been over the moon if you had asked me to marry you." She laughed again, and then closed her eyes as he kissed her slowly and gently, moaning again. "Natalie said the same thing. That we were perfect for one another, do you think Mike knew that we were fooling around off set? Cause Natalie figured it out, and then I guess you told America." Anna said, and then looked at him "Can you stay the night, please?" Anna questioned, more liked begged quietly and kissed him once more on the lips. She missed his lips on hers.

Jake: “How could I forget?” He smiled as he thought back to their first time together. It hadn’t been perfect but it was definitely something he would never forget. All of his time with Anna was something that he cherished. He would never, ever forget one bit of it. All the dates, all the nights they’d stay up talking about nothing - it felt so fresh in his mind while he was laying there with her. This would be another one of those memories he wasn’t going to forget. “Hey, it’s okay,” he smiled at her, speaking with that soft voice he often found himself using around her. “I get it. We both kept things from each other. It still sucks but… it’s okay.” And, it was. Sure, it was going to play on his mind for a few days but he wasn’t angry. It was just something he had to work through to be completely okay with and he’d do that in his own time. “God, I was so in love with you. It was terrifying. I would’ve had everything with you if I wasn’t so fucked up when it comes to relationship shit.” Jake sighed, wrapping his arms around her to pull her as close to him as he could. He couldn’t get enough of having her this close to him again. “Probably. I don’t think we were very good at hiding it,” he laughed and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Yeah, I’ll stay.” Usually, he would’ve probably bailed if it was anyone else but there was no way he was leaving her. “You need to sleep.”

Anna: Their first night together was everything and more. Sure, she got a feeling of what their first time would be like just from working and filming with him and she was so happy that it was almost perfect. She wished so badly that she didnt screw everything up, she wished so badly that she had just told him the truth but they couldnt turn back the time. “It’s not though Jake, you had a right to know. That.., that wouldve been your baby to. I honestly don’t know if I would’ve told you if I was actually pregnant.” Anna finally admitted not only to herself but to him, Anna let out a breath and just listened to him talk. She was still confused as to why he wasn’t fighting with her but maybe it was a good thing. “I wouldve done everything with you too. I hate so much how screwed this up.” As he pulls her closer to him, Anna took another breath and contained to place soft kisses on his chest “I don’t think we were good at it either. I mean the amount of times David yelled cut during that one scene, where you wake up and pull me in close.” Anna laughed a little and then bit her lips, but then closed her eyes for a few minutes as his lips were on her forehead. When he told her he would say, the words were coming out of her mouth before she could stop “I dont... I dont think I ever stopped loving you.” Anna whispered and looked at him “I.. I was in love with Ben but.. youve always been there in the back of my mind. I never stopped..” Anna whispered, and then looked down now feeling embarrassed

Jake: Laying there with her made him miss everything they’d had. It had been so good. There wasn’t a single second of it that Jake hadn’t loved. Being with Anna had been everything to him back then. If they hadn’t been so dumb, if they’d have just told each other the things they’d been hiding then it wouldn’t be like this. They would’ve been happy together but it hadn’t worked out like that. That was the harsh reality of it. “I... just, maybe it’s not okay but there’s nothing I can say to change it. You did what you did and I did what I did and that’s it,” he shrugged his shoulders slightly. “Do we have to keep talking about it? I just wanna enjoy this moment with you before we both get brought back down to earth.” Maybe he should’ve been angry with her. Maybe he should’ve yelled at her and told her how sad and upset he was that she’d kept it from it but it’d be pointless. It’d take so much energy and Jake wasn’t the type of person to lose his temper like that anyway. He got annoyed a lot but never full on mad. Jake closed his eyes as he felt her lips on his skin. A content smile etched on his face as he listened to her talk and the smallest of chuckles passing his lips. “I’m surprised we didn’t get called out on it. It’s hard to be so secretive when you’re as crazy about someone as I were you.” As he heard Anna’s confession, his eyes shot open and all of a sudden his heart was beating fast against his chest. This would usually be the part where he’d freak out and not say anything - just completely brush off the fact that she’d said she never stopped loving him but he couldn’t. It was silent for a few minutes until Jake finally spoke up with his voice barely above a whisper as he admitted “I don’t think I ever stopped loving you either.” It was hard for him to admit but if she could say it then he could too.

Anna: He had made her the happiest, even though the two were hiding their relationship, Jake had made Anna the happiest and right now she felt happy. Sure, things were shitty with them during this situation but laying in bed with him, Anna felt happy and she felt safe. Anna wanted to figure out how to fix all of this, she wanted to figure out how to almost erase the pain and just start over with him, but maybe not wasn't the time. Letting him talk, Anna laid there and listened to him, she took a breath and sighed. "No. We don't.., we don't have to talk about it anymore." Anna whispered, and felt herself get choked up. To be honest, Anna was kind of hoping they would talk about it in a way, but there was no point and she wasn't going to force him. "I want to enjoy this moment with you too, I lo--" Stopping herself, Anna closed her eyes and shook her head. Pressing her lips to hers, hoping he didn't catch up to what she was about to say, Anna looked at him, watching him get lost within his thoughts. "I miss that set. End Of Watch was probably one of my favorite sets to be on, plus having Natalie and America with me was always a plus." Anna said, smiling she looked at him and took a breath. She shouldn't of said anything, he was quiet for a few moments and that was never a good sign. Getting frustrated with herself, Anna ran her fingers through his hair and looked at him when he opened his mouth "So what.., what does this mean?" Anna questioned, she was probably ruining this by talking to much, but all of this was killing her and confusing her.

Jake: No matter what this was always going to be something they’d never be able to forget but maybe in some weird twist of fate it would be the thing to bring them back together. Jake could see himself with Anna again but they had to be on the same page for that to happen. There was still that lingering fear there of being with someone so seriously again. He didn’t say anything instead he just laid there and listened to her talk. He had managed to catch on to what she almost might have said but he didn’t want to bring it up in case he was wrong and she was about to say something completely different. “I…” Jake started but stopped trying to think of the right thing to say. The sensible thing. He met her eyes with his and the whole thing became real again. He knew this was a question they were going to have to face after everything that had happened and was said but it didn’t prepare him any less. “I think there’s some things we have to work through. I just… I care about you a lot and so badly wish we could just say ‘fuck it let’s try again’ but it’d just be a train wreck until we’ve dealt with everything. We both need time to figure out if this is something we’d both really want, you know? It doesn’t mean the feelings aren’t there it just means we need time to be back on good terms first. I know we just had sex and this has been great,” he smiled at her but turned serious again. “But there’s still a lot of processing to do.”

Anna: It's not that she didn't trust him, that wasn't the reason why she never told him. Of course she trusted him, but back then Anna was terrified of this whole relationship becoming real. It was her first realtionship since her brake up with Edgar, and even though she thought she loved Edgar, in all reality Anna didn't. Since meeting Jake, Anna has always been in love with him and the women kind of wished this would bring them back together. As he didn't say anything, Anna knew she probably just screwed this whole thing up again and the actress took a breath and chewed on her lips, she was nervous for some reason. The moment he opened his mouth, Anna swallowed hard and cleared her throat but then looked at him, she licked her lips "You're right. I want to say fuck it and let's try again, but I.., Jake I never really talked to Aubrey about me being possibly pregnant. I mean she knew, but never really talked about it. So I think, I have to work through with the thought that I almost could've been a mom." Anna said, she felt a lump form in her throat and Anna nodded "I.., I do want this. I want this with you again, I'm just.. I don't want to fuck up like I did the last time." Kissing his lips softly, Anna pressed her forehead against his "I.., I love you and I just.., I care about you too. It's not that I didn't trust you, that's not why I didn't tell you. You're right though, that there's a lot of processing to do.." Anna said, she kissed him once more and Anna held his face, starring into his ocean eyes and Anna took a breath.

Jake: Back then if they’d have been having a conversation like this about their feelings, he probably would have ran hours ago but he’d done a lot of growing in the time that they’d been apart. He was still scared of being with someone and the whole reality of being in love but he was an adult - almost forty years old and he couldn’t run forever. His commitment issues were something he really needed to work on and he knew that. “I still have to process the fact that there might have been a possibility that I could’ve been a dad,” he frowned. It still stung knowing that she’d never told him. It was gonna take time for him to be okay with that fully. “We have to work on ourselves before we can be with each other again.” He nodded. For some reason, he was nervous - he felt on edge and that was due to the fact they were talking about feeling and relationships but when she kissed him, he felt calm even for a few seconds. He sighed, letting their foreheads touch while he cupped her cheek with one of his hands. Hearing her say she loved him sent a fury of panic through him but he shook it off. Why couldn’t he just be normal when it came to this kind of stuff? “I....” He started, finding it hard to admit it out loud because then it would be real and he couldn’t take it back. “I... love you too.” His voice was a whisper but it was loud enough for her to hear. “Let’s just... work on getting back to a good place before we give this a shot again if that’s what we decide to do. Maybe you’ll meet some other guy before we work this out properly and then I’ll have to punch him in the face but still,” he joked, trying to lighten the mood for even a second. “We’ll work through our shit, work on being good with each other and see what happens. Maybe it’ll lead us back to each other again.”

Anna: Anna knew how hard this was for him she just wished she understood a little more on why he was so scared but Anna didn’t want to bother him about it or make him talk about it. “I know baby. You.. you would’ve been an amazing dad to our kid. I.. I told you I was relieved but I was disappointed too.” Anna signed, she knew she hurt him badly just by hiding the fact that he didnt know she was almost pregnant and it bugged her so much she kept it to herself. “I know, I.. Ive been working on myself. I dont know if it’s helping or not.” She felt that he was a little off, but after they kissed Anna laid there with him for a few moments. What an idiot, she thought. The moment those three words escaped her lips, Anna knew she fucked up again. When it took him a while to answer her back, Annas face turned red and she could feel tears in her eyes “No I.., I thought Ben was the one. I thought he was it for me but I.., I think.., I think it’s you.” Anna said quietly, her eyes were filled with water but she wasn’t crying. “I hope so.” Anna said quietly, and learned in to kiss him softly “What.. what would you have done if I was pregnant?” She needed to ask, she needed to know. Anna looked at him, rubbing her right hand on his cheek and Anna kissed him softly

Jake: Jake really did love love. He thought it was beautiful especially if you had the real thing but he’d seen people around him give their everything only to be hurt. He’d even gone through it himself so the idea of giving himself to someone so completely again scared him. But, this was Anna. This was someone he trusted and did love her. He would just have to try and get over having difficulty saying it. If they were to make this work ever again he didn’t want him to ruin it because of that. “You would’ve been a great mom. It just....obviously wasn’t our time.” He heard her sigh and sent a comforting smile her way. He didn’t want her to feel bad about it. “I just want you to be happy by yourself before you’re happy with me.” He leaned over to press a gentle kiss against her lips. “I’m sorry that it’s so hard for me to admit things to you. I wish it wasn’t but just know that when I do say things, I really mean them. I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t. I love you, Anna. Even if you drive me absolutely insane sometimes.” Hopefully that would put her at ease a little bit. He wanted her to know that what he was saying was real and he did mean it even if it came out forced. It wasn’t her, it was him as cliche as that sounded. At her question, Jake met her eyes and without a beat he answered almost instantly. “I would’ve asked you to marry me without a doubt.”

Anna: She was in love twice, once with Edgar and once with Ben but clearly those relationships didn't work out for her own fucked up reasons. Anna however, did fall in love with Jake while they were together and it pissed her off so much that she didn't say it to him those many years again. She wanted to try this with him again, if Anna was being completely honest with herself, Anna wanted to re-try their relationship. "Thank you." Was all Anna could say, the women never cared for kids and the fact that she had a scare just freaked her out, and the thought of her becoming of mom did to. Seeing him smile, Anna bit her lips and pressed her forehead against his, their naked bodies still pressed up against one another. Anna didn't want this moment to be over, she wanted to stay here for a while. "I.., I am happy Jake. I'm.., still working on myself and I'll probably be working on myself for the rest of my life." Anna admitted, and then looked at him as he leaned in to press a kiss against her lips. She smiled within the kiss, and rubbed her thumb over his cheeks "I know babe, I love you too. I'm.., I wish I would've said it when we were together. I'm saying it now though because I.., I never stopped falling in love with you." Anna swallowed hard and got all choked up, kissing his cheek, Anna got lost within her thoughts for a few moments before remembering she had asked him an important question, and Anna felt tears falling down her cheeks "Jake..." She said all choked up, and then looked at him all choked up. Anna loved him.

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Chatzy Archive of VEry Important happenings I simply forgot to post

In which Malon, Sage, Wat and Wilder have a pleasantly chill time before Wat ruins everything with a lost relic of Wilder’s...

@wildxhayes @sage-syke @thesingingelfstar

Wat: Wat being in 'a bit of a mood' wasn't exactly big news, or even news. He had his moods. The reason why he was in a mood was... rather singular in his 700 and pennies years of living. He shouldn't have been moody and that was making him moody. It was his fault, all of it, his problems with Wilder. And yet he was angry... with himself, yes, but also with Wild. Just being here. Reminding him he'd fucked up so badly. That he had so many problems he would have rather run away from. And not eating in about a week wasn't exactly helping either. And when Wat got hungry and moody, he prowled walking the campus at all hours of the night instead of going to some willing slave at the blood bar... ((Whoever joins can decide where they are.))

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Malon

: ((would the lounge be a good spot? or the beach?

Wat

: (Either one! 🙂 )

Malon

: ((hmmm lounge it is

Malon

: Malon was alone in the lounge kind of in the mood to be himself by dancing alone with loud music. He took his speaker with him and played whatever was on the radio dancing to himself. No formal or precise dancing just feeling whatever his body was in the mood for. It has been a while since he danced like this and since it was summer vacation he can do this more often.

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Wat

: ((BTW listening to groovy-dark Jack Sworetti is really perfect for moody Wat LOL)) Wat ventured towards the lounge, hearing music, annoyingly loud, meant someone was inside at any rate. He opened the door, his dark mood ever so slightly darker, however on the fence he was about seeing Malon. A nice elf, but ...a bit of a tease. Which Wat only when he was specifically in the mood to be teased. It was nice the elf was having a nice time... Wat crossed the room, rather pointedly picking up Malon's personal speaker and turning it down, though not off, placing it back down and venturing towards the bar without so much as a hello.

Malon

: Hearing his music turned down it snapped him out of his mood and before he was going to complain he saw it was Wat that did it walking to t he bar without saying anything. "Oh hey there Wat I didnt hear you come in. Sorry if my music was too loud for you." He was panting a bit from his dancing walking up to the bar to grab himself a drink as well. He saw the vampire was in a mad mood. "Whats up with you mate? Had a bad day or something?"

Sage

: Sage was coming back from work when he heard music in the lounge. Smiling softly, he made a beeline for the lounge where he saw them. "Hi," He said feeling the mood was a bit odd in the room. He walked into the lounge more, going to grab a water bottle.

Wat

: "Something like that..." Wat said, still a bit testy, though the apology was noted with a small nod. He fixed himself a glass of blood wine. It wouldn't set him entirely right, but it was enough. And he was far old enough that even two weeks without wouldn't be starving himself. He looked up, seeing someone else join them. Sage... he thought that was right. He didn't think he'd met this one formerly. "You're a pixie, aren't you? How'd you like to come home with me tonight?" Wat asked Sage with a bit of a leveled look before pouring his wine.

Malon

: "Hello." He looks back to see Sage and waves at him before hearing Wat asking the other person to join him tonight. Grabbing his whiskey he goes back to the couches and flops down turning the music up a bit louder but not too loud to not hear conversations. "Be careful that man can be a bit 'handsy' at times." Obvious giving a friendly tease looking at the vampire with a wink and a smile.

Sage

: Sage's gaze snapped to Wat's when he addressed him. "Yes, I'm a pixie, sir. I'm Sage," he said. "I can come home with you if that is what you want. I don't mind," He smiled, before looking at Malon. "Hello, Malon. I don't mind handsy."

Wat

: Wat gave Malon a somewhat curious look, not nearly as irritated as he was before now that he had a prospect, and a pixie no less, to take home. That would lift his mood, considerably, he was sure of it. "I'm a perfect gentleman. It's not my fault you're a prude, Malon." Wat shot, though not harshly, not entirely. He smiled, a bit tightly, to Sage, "I'm Wat Fletcher. The acting teacher."

Sage

: Sage looked between the two of them, laughing lightly. "It is nice to meet you, Mr. Wat. Acting teacher? That must be really fun, I haven't seen a lot of movies, but the ones I have are great. And I have friends that are into acting."

Malon

: "Oh how insulting of you Mr. Wat to be sooo rude." He sticks out his tongue switching positions to lay on his back and kicking his feet on the armrest of the couch vibing to his own music.

Wat

: "Haven't you ever seen a play?" Wat looked curious, unable to help the slight snobbish air his question possessed. He smirked slightly at Malon's remark, already his mood lifting ever so slowly. He continued speaking to Sage, "You ought to come to the next play we do. Or even audition if you'd like. Though, we're going to do Shakespeare for the summer if GRace and I can get together and decide on which play..."

Malon

: "Dont do Romeo and Juliet please that one is overdone too many times." Malon waves his hand in the air finishing his whiskey before getting up and walking back to the bar for a refill.

Sage

: "I've been in plays, but they were sex plays and I was the only person in them, so maybe that doesn't count. I've seen plays in Paris before, and there was a Christmas one last year." He said taking a seat on the floor in front of the sofa. "I like Shakespeare. Hamlet is my favorite," he said.

Wat

: "This isn't high school literature class," Wat chuckled a little at Malon's quite right complaint. His eye brows shot up at Sage's mention of 'one man sex plays' and he turned his full attention to the pixie. Who was looking more delicious by the minute. Wat followed him, sitting next to him, stretching his legs out, clad in tight black jeans and the classic black Beatles ankle boots, topped with a black Rolling Stones teeshirt. "Hamlet is my favorite too, usually. Good taste." He patted Sage's head gently in praise. "Go back, though, sex plays?"

Sage

: "Hamlet was one of the first stories I read in English. I normally read happier things, but I always go back to the play and read it dozens of times." He said drinking some of his water. "Have you seen a lot of Romeo and Juliet plays done?" He asked Malon before looking back at Wat. "Yes plays where I dress up and be different people and then have sex with my master and his friends."

Malon

: "That is a um interesting play there Sage......" Never thought it could be a real thing or was it an excuse to just fuck him around with other people. "were you okay with that?"

Wat

: "You had a master before coming here?"Wat looked down at the pixie, stroking his hair, hoping it was nothing to worry over. "How do you like the island then? Is it troubling or comforting, everything that goes on here?"

Sage

: "Yes, I had two masters before coming here. Not at the same time though." He said grinning as he touched his hair. "I didn't mind the plays, I had lines to read and it helped me learn to read and it made my master and his friends happy," He said. "I like it here. I like school and my job and lots of friends and being helpful to masters."

Wat

: Wat gave a shrug, looking to Malon, obviously not too worried over the fact if Sage seemed slright with it. At least for now. He didn't see the need to prod further about it. "Nothing wrong with a little role playing..."

Malon

: "Just a curious thing is all. But whatever makes you happy." He shrugs back sipping his whiskey feeling a bit warm all over his body.

Sage

: "I don't mind role-playing. It's nice to make other people happy and I like it. Do you both like role-playing?"

Malon

: "I uh dont like too many physical affection from people I dont know. I have a weird thing about sexual stuff, not that im opposed to it just want to do it with someone I fully trust."

Wat

: "Honey, I'm the acting teacher..." Wat chuckled and looked to Malon, shaking his head. He hadn't minded keeping his hands to himself at the time, having Malon over. But being more practical, he spoke a bit bluntly, "It would be wise to get over that sooner rather than later, dear. We're due for some magical mischief making."

Malon

: "Well when I feel comfortable around you and know you wont do anything shitty then I'll open up." He did like the vampire and how respectful he was the last time they hanged out but he still wasnt comfortable enough to expose himself just yet.

Sage

: "That's nice to want to trust someone first." Sage never had the option, and, to him, the best way to trust someone is if they are nice to him during sex. "Have you not had a lot of sex then?"

Malon

: "Its been a while........the last time I had sex besides halloween was back home and it didnt end too well." Malon got quiet remembering his home and frowning to himself. "I dont mind some touching but not sexual."

Wat

: "Malon, I'm not being bitchy just because..." Wat gave a shrug, "It'll save you some trauma in the long run not to put so much... emotional weight into sex. Especially here." Wat's fingers trailing through Sage's hair casually.

Sage

: "Touching like hand-holding?" He asked. "Are you very young? I like sex and don't mind having sex with people that aren't close with me, but I do like sex more when it's with a friend. I have a friend that I like sleeping with, he is very nice."

Malon

: "Holding hands is fine. And im not too young for a elf I am over 400 years old. And I know I shouldnt be picky but I like to have that option open at least.......and some control." He sat up now resting his elbows on his knees looking down at the floor. "I know not everyone is bad here and can build the trust but............its hard to trust people with power with something so intimate."

Wat

: "Sex can also just be an outlet, Malon... Something to take pleasure in. Be a little hedonistic and not... intimate at all, actually. Would that be so bad?" Wat took a sip of his drink, fingers still playing with Sage's hair, then spoke to the pixie, "Sage, why not sit up here next to me?"

Wilder

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Sage

: "400 is not that old, Elves have long life spans. You could feel differently in the future. I don't like control, it's too much, and I fear I'll mess something up, though when it comes to work, I don't mind a little bit," He said before nodding at Wat, moving to sit next to him.

Wilder

: (Hello!)

Sage

: (Hello, we are in the loung)

Wilder

: (Thank you!)

Sage

: (should I go get popcorn?)

Wat

: (LOL perfect timing)

Malon

: (lmao XD)

Wilder

: Wilder hadn’t been to the lounge in a little while, not since finishing his house, so after putting on his jandals and walking to the school, he made his way to the lounge, stepping in and glancing around the room. “Hey all,” he said as he walked in and towards the bar to grab a beer.

Malon

: He really should get over his fear with authority and sex since here enforces that dynamic. Hearing someone come in he looks up to see Wilder waving back. "Hey there."

Sage

: (his fucking Jandals should not be a turn on)

Wilder

: (Lol they’re flip flops!)

Wat

: (LMAO, if we had a year book I want that line in it XD)

Wilder

: (No kidding! XD)

Sage

: (either way I am turned on and upset haha)

Wilder

: (That’s a fucking mood)

Wat

: Wat shifted to allow Sage to sit comfortably next to him, placing his arm around Sage and unable to help himself, took a deep inhale, catching the scent of pixie blood just under the surface. His hand rested at the back of Sage's neck, moving into his hair ever so often but mostly wanting to touch the thrum of his pulse at his neck. And then Wilder walked in... If Wat had a heart beat it would have been racing. "What's happened to your face?" Wat asked, mostly jokingly but also surprised. He hadn't seen Wild since the man had saved his beard.

Wat

: ((Is his hair still long?))

Wilder

: (I hadn’t thought about it, but you know what, no, he had a haircut!)

Sage

: Sage shivered slightly at Wat's hand on his neck but smiled at him nonetheless. "Wilder," He smiled seeing his friend. "You cut your hair, I like it,"

Wat

: ( *le gasp!* )

Wilder

: “Cheers,” Wilder smiled as he looked at Sage, glancing between him and Wat slightly before he stepped behind the bar and got himself a beer. “You may have been dead for awhile, but you know this one- it’s called shaving,” he quipped to Wat with a lazy smile, giving him a small wink. He took a sip of his beer and then glanced around at the others. “Anyone need anything?” He asked.

Wat

: "Well... you look different. I was liking the pirate/biker look." Wat gave a shrug, as if he didn't care. As if Wilder looking almost exactly like he did 40 years ago didn't strike him to his core. Having all that extra hair was at least some buffer, some aspect of change... Making things between them a little further away, almost safer.

Malon

: Malon kind of stayed on the couch thinking about what Wat had said about sex being an outlet and letting himself be more comfortable with other people. But he was still scared of having the same thing happen again if he was with someone that was abusive. But he had to take the risk right? He did it with two people before but he was super drunk and wasnt thinking back then.

Sage

: "I told him he looked like a pirate too, a very handsome pirate, but now he still looks nice," He said. "No I have water already, thank you though," Sage grinned before glancing at Malon. "Can I make you a flower crown?"

Wilder

: “I think I look rather fetching now,” Wilder said as he self consciously ran his hand through his recently cut hair. “The hair was getting a bit much while I was building my house,” he explained as he walked around the bar and walked over, flopping down on the couch- like he always did. Less of a sit and more of a collapse onto the sofa he’d picked so he could see everyone. “So what are we talking about?”

Wat

: "You built a house? I've been here... a while now and I haven't even settled on a design yet." Wat said with some astonishment. Though with Wild he should have known. "The hair looks good. You always look good... I want to talk about this house you've built."

Malon

: "Huh? Oh um ya you can make me a flower crown." He hasnt worn one in a while and it would be nice to have one right now. "Wish i can make you one too Sage."

Sage

: "We are talking about plays and sex." He said to Wilder. "You look very fetching, I'll miss braiding your hair, but I can still put nice ribbons in your hair," he said before grinning at Malon. "You don't have to make me one, I like making them for people, and you are an elf, a nice flower crown is a must. What's your favorite flower?"

Malon

: "I do like Tudor roses they are a pretty flower." He moved closer to the group especially to Sage so he can watch the pixie do the flower crown.

Wilder

: “Plays and sex- that sounds like a Wat subject all right,” Wilder grinned as he looked over at Wat and then sipped his beer. He drew a pack of cigarettes and his lighter and lit a cigarette, smiling at Wat slightly before he glanced at Sage. “I hope you’ll still make me flower crowns with the short hair,” he added before glancing at Wat again. “I built a tree house- like the kind I always talked about having,” he explained.

Wat: Wat quirked an eyebrow at Sage mentioning braiding Wilder's hair and felt a rather hard pange of jealousy he knew was completely undeserved. He felt settled, comforted by Wild's grin towards him and smiled in return, looking away from the man. He combed his fingers through Sage's hair as if some reward or apology for his own silent misgiving. "I never thought you were all that serious about it." Wat chuckled slightly, glad to be proven wrong.

Sage: Sage grabbed his bag from the floor, pulling out jars of flowers and other odd things he had. "I have a lot of roses, they are popular around here, I can make you one right now," He smiled. "I will still make you flower crowns, Wilder. You will need new ones because you have shorter hair." He assured. "Do you have a favorite color rose, Malon?" He asked before grinning at Wat when he combed his fingers through his hair. "I can make you one as well."

Malon: "My favorite color Forest Green, Royal Purple, Midnight Blue, and Silver. Those are my favorite colors and whatever flowers you have I do like all kinds of flowers."

Wilder: Wilder watched as Wat ran his fingers through Sage’s hair and found himself feeling a little self conscious again, suddenly wondering if there was something happening there. “Oh come off it,” he said as he exhaled the smoke from his light slowly. “You should know that I never joke around about the outdoors- when

Wilder: (Sorry I hit enter too quick!)

Wilder: “Even after what happened to me last time I went hiking alone, I’d never joke about living near the outdoors,” he smiled lazily at Wat before gesturing between him and Sage. “How long have you two been seeing each other?” He asked, trying to keep from sounding as jealous as he felt.

Wat: (Oh god I'm gonna make myself cry listening to youtube. Howard Jones and Nik Kershaw from like 10 years ago jamming live??? A slow version of "Wouldn't It Good"??????)

Wilder: (No cry!)

Wat: (I really gotta deep dive Nik Kershaw. He's got one of my fav voices from the 80s...)

Sage: "I can make you a crown mixed with flowers of all those colors. I've gotten really good at making crowns now. I make them at work and sell them," He said as he got to work on binding the flowers. Sage furrowed his eyebrows at wilder's words. "I've seen him a lot around school.'

Wat: Wat let his hand retract from touching Sage altogether with the mention of 'what happened last time'. But he was a little glad he did, and took a sip of his blood wine, hoping to hide whatever look of distress was racing across his face. And nearly choked on his wine. "I've only just met him." Wat said, almost dismissively. And realized that probably made things sound worse. "Thank you, Sage, but I'll decline. It would ruin my mysterious vibe."

Wat: ((Wat is wearing all black today because he was In A Mood. Black jeans, Beatles ankle boots and a Rolling Stones teeshirt))

Wilder: (Wilder is in shorts and a shirt, both matching print, monstera leaves on a yellow background)

Wat: (100% not surprised LOL)

Wilder: (It’s a vibe)

Wilder: Wilder noticed the way Sage frowned and then glanced at Wat with a small smirk. “Back to your old tricks?” He teased lightly as he took another drag from his cigarette.

Sage: "I don't think a crown would ruin your vibe, Sir. You would look very nice with one. You have a pretty face. I can make one with darker flowers if you want to match with your clothes." He suggested.

Wat: "Thank you, Sage. No... not dark flowers." Wat smiled gently to Sage, not wanting him to feel like he wasn't appreciated. He looked to Wilder, "All my tricks are old tricks. Are you seriously smoking?"

Wilder: “What are you- my mum?” Wilder asked with a scoff as he exhaled the smoke. “I smoked the first time we met,” he reminded Wat as he put out the cigarette and the finished off his beer and stood to get another one. He walked over to the bar and grabbed another bottle, moving to open the lid with his lighter, but his hand slipped and he hissed in discomfort when he realized he’d broken a nail. “Son of a bitch,” he mumbled.

Malon: Malon sips on the whiskey listening the to conversation leaning back on the chair. "I feel like I am watching a novela right now."

Sage: "If you change your mind, let me know, sir," Sage said as he watched the two of them, finishing off Malon's flower crown. "Here you go, Malon. I hope it is fitting for an elf," he said before looking at Wilder. "Are you okay? do you need a bandage?"

Wat: "It's terrible for you..." Wat chided, looking over in more concern than befitted a teacher looking over at a colleague when Wild hissed and cursed. He ignored Malon's comment, but the man wasn't wrong. He should probably quietly reschedule with Sage before things got any more awkward.

Wilder: “No it’s just a broken nail,” he commented as he looked at his nail and then to the others with a shrug and a smile. “Anyone got a knife?” He asked as he opened his beer with a bottle opener rather than a lighter- he had definitely been trying to show off a little, for who, he didn’t know, but he had definitely been trying to show off.

Wat: "Yes, what did you even do?" Wat got up, touching Sage's shoulder briefly, as if he need not be too concerned and pulled his trusty utility knife from his pocket. One he'd kept for 40 years and now handed over to Wilder without a second thought. Falling back into old habits, into old motions, old routines. Being concerned when the handyman of the pair hurt himself...

Wat: ((I'm about to leave to go to bed so here's your novela moment, Ash XD))

Wilder: “I don’t know,” Wilder laughed as he looked at his thumbnail and showed it to Wat with a chuckle. “Just broke it, I’m just going to cut off the hangnail it gave me,” he explained as he held his hand out to accept the knife that Wat was pulling from his pocket.

Malon: ((*le gasp* next time on The Love Triangle of Heart Breaks, Will Wat ever get Sage to himself? Will Wilder accept that Sage will be with other people? next week you will find out~!))

Wilder: (Lol Wilder and Wat are exes)

Malon: ((EVEN BETTER))

Sage: (HAHAH)

Wat: (LMAO PLOT TWIST!)

Malon: ((will the exes get over their heart break? Is there love still between the two? Can Sage heal their hearts!? WILL ANYONE FIND TRUE LOVE))

Wat: ((Not me listening to "Only You" by Yazoo on repeat thru various covers as a soundtrack here...))

Sage: (will we ever find out how Wilder cut himself?!?!?!)

Malon: ((NEXT WEEK ON LOVE TRIANGLE OF HEART BREAK))

Wilder: (Y’all ready for some drama? Lol)

Sage: (always)

Malon: (I LIVE for the drama~ and poor Malon is just the live audience in this novela lol)

Wat: Wat gave a small chuckle, shaking his head and set his glass down after taking a last swig on the bar. Wat set the knife in Wild's hand, only realizing exactly what he had done the moment his grip loosened on the item. He drew his hand away. It was too late now. The weight of Wild's beloved knife, given to him by his step father, stolen, technically, 40 years ago when Wat had left him. As something to remember his lover by. As cowardly a move as leaving him, taking something that important... He took a step back. If he had breath, it would have hitched...

Wilder: Wilder’s fingers brushed Wat’s cool ones as he took the knife, still smiling at the vampire lightly before he glanced down at the knife in his hand and his face fell. “Are you fucking kidding me?” He asked, trying not to let his voice shake with the betrayal he was feeling. “You’ve had it this whole time? Do you know how long I’ve looked for this bloody knife? It was my dad’s you know that don’t you you prick?” He demanded as his hand closed around the knife and he held it to his chest. “It’s not enough, you just taking off- but you know, I was almost ready to look past that- but this?!” He demanded, staring at the other as if he was seeing him differently for the first time in forty years. “I can’t fucking believe you.”

Malon: Malon moved to a chair crossing his legs to watch the whole thing go down. "Thank you Sage for the flower crown its perfect and whoa I didnt know there was drama with these two....."

Wilder: (Have none of you ever broken a nail on a beer bottle cap? Am I the only disaster lush in this group? Lol)

Sage: Sage smiled at Malon. "I am happy you liked it, and I thought there was something about them, Thought they were friends," he frowned.

Sage: (You are in fact, a lush hahaha. I have never had a beer)

Wilder: (I know I’m a lush, I fully accept that)

Wat: This was what Wat had been waiting for. The anger he deserved. He didn't expect the catalyst to be a knife, but in a way, he should've. One more horrible deed added to the pile. One more better than the truth of the situation. Wat knew he was fooling himself. This couldn't be fixed. Even if Wild forgave him for taking the knife, it wasn't the only thing and it was far from the worst. Of course he wouldn't. And that look Wild gave him, it was the same look he'd given before Wat had made him forget... Wat took another step back, eyes wide with hurt and shame from the situation. There was no apology good enough. So he didn't even try. One last step backwards and Wat's vampire form warped into small brown bat with a flair of light smoke, flapping towards the nearest open window and making his escape.

Wat: ((Nighty night!! 💗 ))

Wilder: (It begins)

Sage: (I have to dip out as well, it is 3:44 in the morning.)

Wilder: Wilder stood there, staring at Wat before scowling as the other turned into a bat and took off. He held the knife to his chest a little tighter, feeling tears form in his eyes- not for the first time in the past forty years, but definitely in a much more intense way than he had been expecting. “I- I’m sorry,” he gasped to Malon and Sage. “I didn’t mean to ruin your night,” he wiped clumsily as his eyes, trying to hide the tears, the betrayal, the desertion, all feeling very fresh again, like it was happening all over again, and it hurt all over again. “I’m sorry,”

Sage: (oi I have to reply to Wilder real quick)

Wilder: (Lol okay!)

Sage: Sage was confused as one moment the two were talking, then yelling and Wat turned into a bat and left. Getting up from his seat he made his way over Wilder. "Hey, hey. Are you okay? You didn't ruin anything. Do you want a snack? something to drink. You are sad." He frowned, hugging him.

Wilder: Wilder chuckled softly at Sage’s rapid fire questions, hugging him back after a moment and resting his forehead against Sage’s temple lightly before he let out a sigh. “That vampire? He’s my ex- and he left me after I was turned, and for forty years I have acted like I understood- and like it didn’t bother me- but it did,” he admitted to the two. “And my life has been shit since then, since I was changed, since the man I thought loved me turned his back on me- and then I came here, and he was here, and I thought maybe it was a sign that we could get past it- try again or something,” he let out a soft humorless chuckle before shaking his head. “But then I find out- he’s just as selfish as ever- this was the only thing I had left after my dad died,” he explained as he held the knife in his palm tightly. “And I’ve been looking for it for forty years. And he knew how much it meant to me,” he explained as he looked at the knife in his hand, the pain from his broken nail overwhelmed by the pain of the betrayal all over again. “It’s like being punched in the gut when you realize the people you thought you could love again don’t care for you at all,” he explained softly. “Be careful around him Sage- all he does is hurt people.”

Malon: Listening to the conversation and the warning Malon felt something in his stomach. "he isnt all bad......" He argued speaking up for the first time. "He was good to me when I hanged out with him alone. He didnt force himself onto me when I told him I have trust issues.......but thanks for the warning."

Sage: Sage frowned. "Maybe he kept it because he missed you?" He said softly, running his fingers through Wilder's shorter hair. "He shouldn't have taken it, and what he did was mean and not nice you don't do that to people you love, and turning into a bat and leaving was mean as well. I'm upset that he made you cry, I will make him a flower crown with lost of thorns in it."

Sage: (okay, I have go now)

Sage left the chat 6 days ago

Wilder: “Yeah, that’s fine,” Wilder said as he looked at Malon, still feeling particularly bitter. “Just don’t get too close to him, because next thing you know, you’ll be in love, planning a future together, talking about a family- and then he’ll just take off at the first thing that inconvenience him,” Wilder said humorlessly before smiling softly at Sage. “Thanks,” he mumbled and then sighed. “Malon, do whatever you like, but that prick running off again, that’s all he does. He gets you attached and then he leaves.” He said as he stared down at the knife, running his thumb over it. “Let him go, he’s a fucking coward,” he said before he turned and grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the shelf and poured himself a shot. He took it quickly and then hissed in discomfort. “Fuck him,” he said simply.

#thread 9 #thesingingelfstar #chatzy archive #wildxhayes #sageskye

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