#Para: Andy

[the-lil-exorcist]

No Loafing Around|| Andy & Lil

Timing: Currentish Location: Bread Cemetery Feat: @declinlalune, @the-lil-exorcist Warnings: Missing Family, generally none! Summary: Lil locks herself out of the bakery, but Andy comes in for the assist.

Andy dragged her bag out of the passenger seat, wincing as it hit the door with a solid clunk. The bottle of lemonade inside– at a first glance, seemed okay. It wasn’t the first time she would have shattered something unintentionally. The walk from her jeep to Bread Cemetery was a short one, but she immediately noticed Lil peering through the window. Which, at first glance, was strange on its own considering her family owned the building. “What’re we looking at?” Andy asked with a tilt of her head. She looked towards the building, then back to Lil who seemed– stressed? Not uncommon, really. Nor were the slight purple bruises beneath her eyes– lack of sleep could do that to anyone. 

She pulled her bag further up onto her shoulder and crossed her arms over her chest, looking towards the door. “Are you trying to see what it looks like from potential customers? I mean, I have heard that it’s a good idea to see what the outside of your store looks like when looking through a window.” Andy hadn’t, but she was trying to make sense of why Lil was decidedly outside stressed instead of inside stressed.

Lil was admittedly not the smartest of her siblings, she could admit that. She could even admit she was a dumbass with a pension for making things a little more chaotic - but she was at least reliable. So, when she saw Jonas still sleeping she had decided that she could at least help open the shop. She wouldn’t even touch the ovens, just sweep up and make sure all the fiddly things were done before Andy and him arrived. She could even start the little coffee machine in the back so they’d all have a nice cup of coffee before the store opened.  After all, she wasn’t sleeping much lately so she might as well be helpful. To be fair to Lil - she was doing a pretty good job until she came outside to throw the trash, and somehow locked the back door behind her. She had hoped that she had unlocked the front door- but she clearly hadn’t. 

So - now Lil  was just staring at the door, wondering if it was worth breaking the glass panel or if she should call a lock pick - with the phone she didn’t have. She almost decided on breaking the glass when she heard a very helpful voice - who hopefully had a set of the keys. “Oh -no it’s not something I’m doing on purpose. Although I appreciate you thinking I’m not a dumbass. I seem to have locked myself out and was wondering if it was worth breaking the door to get in. ” 

Looking hopefully at Andy, Lil said in a meek voice , “Uh - you have a set of keys right?” 

Andy blinked at Lil’s comment about how she was grateful that Andy didn’t think she was a dumbass. Why would she think that? She thought some people were dumb, sure, but Lil hadn’t ever been one of them. “You locked yourself out?” Andy tilted her head back to look up towards the windows of the Ballard family apartment, then her gaze slowly sank back down to the front door. “Damn.” 

At Lil’s next question, Andy shook her head, suddenly feeling like a dumbass in her own right. “I actually left them here last night by accident.” She kept them separated from her main keychain, just in case somebody stole it and decided to test where the keys led. Not that there weren’t other buildings in Wicked’s Rest, but what if they had known where the keys gave access? “Are there any open windows?” She pulled out her phone and sent off a quick text to Jonas about being locked out, not knowing if he was even awake by now. If Lil were up and about, then chances were, Jonas was sound asleep. 

“We could use each other as a stool, you know? I throw you through the window.” 

Lil nodded slightly at the confirmation. “I sure did. I forgot to prop the backdoor open when I was taking out the trash and it locked behind me,” Lil sighed thinking about how much of a pain all of this was. It wasn’t that Lil wasn’t responsible, she actually really could be. She was just tired and if she was being honest overwhelmed. 

At Andy’s words Lil couldn’t help but sigh again, realizing that it really was never that simple. “Damn. That’s going to suck. I was hoping Jonas could sleep in today.” At the question Lil looked at Andy for a second, realizing that she had opened a window while she was sweeping. Maybe there was a chance to get in that didn’t involve waking up Jonas. 

 “Actually-  Yeah - I opened a window in the back to let some fresh air in - but that window’s gotta be high up. Do you even think I could get up there? I’m pretty good at pulling myself into windows, but I don’t think I can get you up there” Lil asked knowing if any of them could get her up there it would be Andy. While Lil was strong for an exorcist, she was still more nimble than anything else. After all, most ghosts couldn’t punch back, but she’d faint if she couldn’t outlast.  “I mean we could at least try?”

“I mean, there’s only one way to find out, right?” Andy hiked her bag over her shoulder and motioned for Lil to follow her. At the very least, anybody who was looking through their window wouldn’t find it all that suspicious if they saw Lil and Andy trying to break back into the Ballard apartment. Andy’s ginger hair was hard to  miss, so people in the area often always noticed her, if they weren’t getting confused with Alex. Wasn’t to say there weren’t other gingers in town, but she was pretty sure she was the only one to consistently be around Bread Cemetery. 

The window was high up, but it wasn’t anything that Andy couldn’t handle. Maybe. She’d hoisted Alex through plenty of windows before, and she’d crawled through a number on her own. It wasn’t her first time breaking in somewhere, either. Both she and Lil were only a few inches apart in height which meant they didn’t make up a very tall person, but did that really matter? “Okay, you can just step on my knee and I’ll shove you up into the window by holding onto your leg. Like gymnastics.” 

She was wrong about the comparison– it was cheerleading she was referencing, but Andy didn’t notice the slip. “Then it’ll be like uh, reverse whack-a-mole.” Another incorrect reference, but she was ignorant to her mistakes, and she dropped her bag to the ground and hunched over slightly, sticking out her right leg for Lil to step on top of.

Lil nodded following Andy wondering exactly how she was going to get up there. She was stronger than most Exorcists - at least most of the ones Lil had met. She couldn’t rely on others being willing to help her, and while Hunters had been sympathetic towards her being kicked out in the past there were times where it was just Lil and Jonas. So Lil had gotten a lot stronger then she might have otherwise. Sure she wasn’t Jane - she was pretty sure her sister could have launched herself up to the window- but she wasn’t exactly a shrinking violet either. 

So while she wasn’t sure, she did trust that Andy wasn’t going to just let her fall on her ass either. Still, when Andy said the plan Lil was concerned that she was going to end up needing to pull herself up. She was fairly sure she could do it, but oh boy was Jonas going to be mildly upset when he finally got there.  Still, she nodded and paused before slipping off her shoes.  “My shoes have the wheels in them today,” she said as an explanation. “Would probably hurt if I still had them on and they don’t make me that much taller. Also you did gymnastics? Nevermind not on topic.”  

Lil, looking up at the window, hoped that there was some luck on her side today before nodding to Andy and going to step on the other's leg, hoping that between the two of them this wouldn’t go wrong. 

 “What are those called again?” Andy wasn’t allowed to watch television the way normal kids were. A lot of it was news channels. Point out what is supernatural, examine this disaster, identify this mauling. Once, she had seen an ad for the shoes that Lil mentioned. She could only ever dream about having something like that. She could now, of course, but the idea seemed silly. Maybe it wasn’t, if her friend who was her age had them, too. “Wheelies?” That didn’t sound right. Whatever. 

Andy waited for Lil to take off her shoes and step onto her knee. At the question, Andy shook her head. “No, but I’ve watched people do it. I think I was thinking of cheerleading. You know, like they do at football games.” She’d gone to a couple of the games with Alex when they had first moved to Wicked’s Rest. At least she had gotten that right. 

Once Andy had hold of Lil’s leg, she crouched, and then hoisted the brunette up with ease. Lil was no bear trap, nor was she a sack of flour– she held her own weight, and Andy found it easy to lift her up towards the window. Maybe she should have shown signs of struggling, but what was the point in that? “You got it? I won’t let you fall.” 

“Heelys,” Lil said, looking down at her shoes on the ground. They had started out as a silly thing that she’d picked out for Christmas one year - but they had annoyed her dad a lot. They also used to make Jane giggle as Lil would wheel pass to get caught by her sister. For some reason she couldn’t seem to let that go, even if Jane would call them stupid now. “Close! I would recommend them, but you probably shouldn’t fall down in the back.” 

Lil nodded, trusting that Andy knew enough not to drop her, or if she did at least would attempt to catch Lil which was really the only thing she could count on. She hadn’t realized how quickly Andy would be able to pick her up, again more reminded of Jane then she should be as she scrambled to catch the lip of the window, pushing the window pane up as she pulled herself up. 

“Yeah no worries, I think I can get in,” Lil said, flopping over the lip hoping that she wasn’t about to tumble head first through the window. Taking a moment Lil breathed - thinking that this was the first time in a while she didn’t feel tired, and knowing that it was probably the adrenaline she didn’t need. After the moment she scrambled forward shimming through the windowsill and managing to flip herself landing sitting on the floor for a moment with a dull thud. It hurt for a second, knocking the wind out of her but it was mostly out of surprise then anything else. Lil had gone through worse after all. 

“I’m in! Meet you at the back door. Can you grab my shoes?” Lil called out after a moment looking out at Andy and giving the red haired woman a thumbs up. Scrambling up she went quickly to go downstairs to let the other in - making sure to grab her keys with the little cat charm that was sitting right next to the damn door. Opening the door she laughed and said, “You threw me like one of those flour sacks.” 

“Cool.” Andy stayed rooted to her spot at the side of the apartment building, not wanting to make any sudden movements that might cause Lil to sway or fall. In order to support Lil’s weight as she pulled herself through the window, Andy cupped the bottom of her foot and pushed upwards with enough force to get her the rest of the way through. The thud that sounded from above her made Andy grin before she called back to Lil that she would be there shortly. 

She scooped up the shoes and headed towards the back door. It opened just as she arrived and Andy shrugged with a smile. “I work out. What can I say? Maybe I channeled the bakers before me who also threw flour sacks.” Even without the build she’d gained by her workout regimen, she would have had strength. It was the ranger-ness of it all. Even though she detested every bit of herself that sideled with that way of life, she had made it a point to work out so that she had ownership of her strength; so that it had nothing to do with what she’d been born into.

“You ready?” Andy pointed towards the entrance to Bread Cemetery with a hopeful smile, taking note of the keys that the brunette held. 

Lil grabbed the shoes trying not to look like she was winded. She really needed to start working out more if she was going to get thrown places. “I believe it. You’re probably as strong as Jane is honestly.” Lil meant it as a compliment, even if part of her didn’t want to associate Andy with her sister. It was still a sore spot for her, and she didn’t want to remember how her hand got itchy sometimes thinking about it. 

Moving back through the doorway Lil laughed letting the other in and said, “ Yeah I’ll open in from the inside this time. I’ll start the coffee too. Sorry, I thought I’d have a pot running before you came.” Lil was mostly drinking energy and coffee drinks as of late. With the bakery and running around to find her family members - well while Lil couldn’t stop sleeping all together she didn’t sleep for very long. It was no doubt taking a toll on her body, but she couldn’t seem to care. 

After unlocking the front door Lil sat on a stool and Lil started to lace up her shoes again and looked at Andy for a second as she said hesitantly, “Did you ever meet her then? Jane?” 

Jane. There was that name again. Andy felt guilty that she couldn’t provide Jonas and Lil with more answers. That they had shown up one day to see her working the counter and everything behind it. She hadn’t known what to tell them when they asked where their mom had gone, because she didn’t know. Even though she hadn’t gotten too involved in the investigation, she kept her eye out. 

“No, you don’t need to apologize.” It was useless, anyway. She should have had her keys on her so that this kind of thing didn’t happen. “You should drink some water though, too.” Andy was an observant person, but even if she weren’t, it wouldn’t be hard to notice the slight shake in Lil’s hands, or the way that she spoke fast sometimes, probably because of the caffeine. “I think Jonas would approve of that statement.” 

Andy followed Lil inside, the smell of flour and sugar hitting her like a wall of bricks. Better than the sulfur outside. At Lil’s question, Andy shook her head. “No, I never did. Jonas talks about her too, and I’ve seen a picture… I think I’d remember those arms.” Jane was a bit more built than herself, but regardless, Andy could appreciate anyone’s build. 

Lil nodded thinking that water would be nice and carefully going towards her water bottle with a sigh after her shoes were securely on,  “ You’re right. I’m sure Jonas would probably even frown at me too. I’ll have water first then.” He wouldn’t stop her though. She stretched her neck and looked around thinking that she still had some stuff to set up before the store opened. It was all a lot, but then again she needed to do it anyway. Jonas had to be under more pressure than her - so she had to suck it up anyway. 

Lil laughed slightly at the thought after taking a sip of her water, “Yeah she was always jacked. Could pick up Jude no problem. I didn’t - well I guess I didn’t know if she helped Mom in the store. Guess she was out most of the time.” She tapped the side of the bottle at the thought and shook her head slightly deciding that it wasn’t important. 

“Well I guess we should probably get to it then. I’ll get the front ready for opening, but holler if you need any help,” Lil said with a smile. 

Andy watched Lil for a moment before averting her gaze to the empty trays in the back. She didn’t know what Jonas or Lil were going through. She knew what had happened to her parents. She had watched it. But she couldn’t imagine Alex or even Kaden at this point going missing and just not knowing. She kept her expression neutral, a small thoughtful smile pulling at the corners of her lips. “I’m not sure, but maybe? I’m not sure your mom could’ve lifted the flour on her own.” That was now her job, it seemed.  “Hm?” She nodded, then looked back at Lil, her smile growing a little. “Yeah, sure. Let me know if you need me to throw you through any more windows.” Andy winked at Lil before heading towards the dough that’d been left to proof overnight.

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As the red shadows retreated and the lights in the basement flickered back on, Yoongi had taken the shell-shocked Emily into his arms, holding her tight and letting his shoulder shield her eyes. “That’s my girl,” he praised, his tone low and loving and utterly nonchalant. “I’m so proud of you.”

After a long, heavy moment of silent reflection, she mumbled, “For what?”

“What else, dummy? For seeing this through with me. For getting rid of our miserable fucking excuses for parents.” He looked down at her with nothing but an indecipherable grin before pressing a silent kiss to the crown of her head. “You did great.”

Her first instinct was to feel flattered, to accept his sweet nothings without question, but then something about what he’d just said clashed in her head with something else she remembered him saying seven years ago on a night just like this one, in the aftermath of her very first ritual. “But…I didn’t do anything, right? I mean, technically it was the demon who…”

His smile was only accompanied by a warm chuckle as he played with strands of her hair. “Yes, you’re right, I’m sorry,” he dismissively said, and to her guilty conscience it almost sounded like sarcasm. “You’ve done nothing wrong at all, have you? My innocent little butterfly.”

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And yet, there was something the demon had whispered to her during the rite that she couldn’t get out from under her skin. Something about ‘her volitionless puppet over there’ and how she would no doubt go crying to him ‘like a snivelling hypocrite’ after it was all said and done. The sickening sigil he bore on the back of his neck… She was the only human alive who knew about it; he couldn’t see it even when she tried to show him. Wondering in vain about what it could possibly represent had kept her awake at night for the past seven years—it got so bad at one point that she’d started to wonder if it was all just a delusion—but now her main theory had finally been confirmed thanks to the passing jab from her little friend on the other side.

Her next absence seizure was the only thing saving her from spending the rest of her life knowing she’d cursed her brother to be her scapegoat, acting not by free will but by her own deepest, darkest, most shunned desires so that she would never have to dirty her own hands.

“Alright, let’s get these good-for-nothing sacks of flesh filleted and up to the kitchen, yeah?” he said, squeezing her shoulder once before setting to work untying the bleeding bodies from the support post in the middle of the summoning circle.

“We’re eating them?” she inferred while reluctantly following his lead.

“Aren’t we?”

As she yanked their mom free of her candy-coloured restraints, she felt something. It was the slow, shallow expanding and collapsing of her lungs. She and their dad were still breathing.

Emily froze. This changed everything—everything she thought she had done and everything she feared she’d grown capable of. It might’ve relieved some of the weight of her own sins, but it also meant that the sins of her beloved weighed all the heavier. Every ritual she’d held, every sacrifice she’d made, he’d always been the one to dispatch what remained after the souls had been taken.

“Uh… Yeah…”

Thankfully her Oppa didn’t seem to give himself the chance to realise what she just had, wasting no time getting the butchering process underway. Snuffing out the flames of their parents’ lives once and for all.

He hid it well, but in reality Yoongi indeed had noticed the vital signs of life as well before taking his knife to them. He chose not to bring it up, however, as it seemed both unnecessary and counterproductive at this point. Over the past week, he’d watched her make so much progress in her ability to ‘kill’ without remorse through these sacrificial rituals. The main reason he encouraged her to undergo this ‘exposure therapy,’ as he called it, was because he was sure it would help her move on from her guilt of seven years ago. Even so, her grief aside, he couldn’t deny how proud of her he was. With each time she ‘took a life’ he saw more and more of himself shining through in her. If she ever found out she hadn’t actually killed anyone and that the one responsible for the deaths had been him all along, all that progress would be lost and there was no telling how her esteem for him would shift.

To his delight, as he dismembered, disembowelled, and decapitated the soulless creatures, she for once didn’t turn away. She watched quietly the entire time, almost looking like she wanted to offer her help but was holding herself back for some reason. He considered pressing her about it, but decided against it. He was happy enough just to see she could stomach the sight of it all.

“I’ll…go find some trash bags or something to carry them in,” she announced, not waiting for a reply before running upstairs.

Dinner went just about as smoothly as the sacrifice had. There was a home-grown vegetable garden in the backyard, which he used along with some side dishes they found in the fridge to make lettuce wraps. It was a feast fit for royalty, especially compared to their diet consisting of nothing but salt water that they’d been not sustaining off of for the past three months of isolation.

At least the kimchi covered up the smell of blood and gore for the most part.

“So…hypothetically, if we ended up having to go off the census completely after this,” she posed, “could you see us having a little veggie garden like the one here? Like, if we had to live out in the woods away from any supermarkets.”

“Mmh,” he hummed in agreement around a mouthful of their dad’s arm with a side of pickled radish. “I can picture that. We could grow all our own produce and hunt all our own, uh, meat. I can’t imagine growing your own rice could be all that hard, right?”

“Yeah…” Her tone dropped somewhat after his addition, the change too subtle for anyone but him to pick up on.

“Hey, don’t worry.” He let his own tone shift to something a little softer as he gave her a light nudge in the shoulder. “I doubt it’ll actually come to that. We have our money; all we need now are some fake IDs and we’ll be able to live out the rest of our lives as a normal couple.”

She stayed quiet for a few seconds even after his attempt to reassure her, not that her response offended him like it would have their parents on the rare occasion they’d ever felt a need to pacify her. “‘Normal…’” she echoed with an unsmiling scoff. “Yeah, okay.”

“Baby, you trust me, don’t you? Look at me,” he pressed gently and held her by the chin.

Even though the demon’s cruel revelation from earlier was as good as erased from her memory, when her eyes met his, she was still haunted by the gut feeling that something was wrong. Then again, she couldn’t recall a time in her life when that feeling hadn’t followed her everywhere she went.

“Yeah,” she sighed. “I trust you, Oppa.”

Once they’d packed away as much delicious nutrients as they could, Yoongi resumed the process of dealing with the remains while Emily watched timidly from the sidelines. “Uhm… Shouldn’t we be more careful not to make such a mess?” she asked. From the basement to the kitchen, there ran a copious trail of bloody puddles on the floor. “Since that’s how we did it in the apartment—I dunno.”

Her brother kept his gaze lowered. “Don’t worry about that; we won’t be leaving any traces behind this time.” He then clued her in by pulling his cigarette lighter from his pocket and holding it up. She gasped, but gave no reply other than that. “Hey, think you could go look for some propane tanks or something while I take care of this?”

“What?!” Her eyes widened, but she reminded herself how much she trusted him and relaxed to the best of her ability. “But how can we… H-How would that work? I mean, we’d have to light it from pretty close up, right?”

“Eh, we’ll figure it out as we go,” he shrugged. “If they’re too heavy for you, just leave them and tell me where you found them.”

“Okay…” The more she thought about it, she supposed she wouldn’t mind if they burned or suffocated to death at this point as long as they died together. “But what if we get caught inside and we can’t escape, and then someone around here calls the fire department and gets us out alive? They’re gonna know what happened, they’re gonna know what we’ve done… And then we’ll be—”

“Lily. It’s gonna be okay,” he interjected, stroking her cheek and tucking her hair back with a crimson-covered hand. She leaned into his touch. “I promise. Just relax and let Oppa take care of everything, okay? You don’t have to take on anything you can’t handle. Just…try not to overthink.” Like he was one to talk. “Why don’t we get cleaned up and changed now? The fire should do the rest of the work for us, and we can talk about whatever you want while we take our shower.”

Finally, for the first time since yesterday, a smile graced her features. “That sounds nice.”

As an experienced arsonist, he’d worked with propane once or twice before, but the circumstances were different now. Not only were supplies limited, but he had his little sister with him and was thus putting her at risk. Thankfully they both came out of it unscathed. She was resourceful enough to come up with an idea in the shower that would spare them. First he would put one gas tank in the basement and another in the living room, covering his face with a rag while he unsealed the nozzles. Then he would use whatever gunpowder was left in the warden’s pistol to create a fuse running from the porch to the living room.

Having to resist every nerve in her body telling her to run back and stay close to him, in the end, Emily complied with his wish for her to keep out of harm’s way and she waited in the lot where their stolen car was parked. She waited and waited. It seemed never-ending. What if he didn’t make it out? What would she do if she couldn’t follow him? But the moment she spotted smoke rising in the direction from which she had fled, the car door opened behind her and Yoongi climbed into the driver’s seat, making her jump.

“Aww, did I startle you?” he chuckled and placed a quick kiss on the bridge of her precious hooked nose. “Sorry to keep you waiting. You alright?”

“Yeah. Well, I am now,” she stammered, despite her heart still racing beyond reason. “I think…”

“That’s good.” He kissed her once more on the lips for good measure, letting it linger for a moment in the hopes of calming her down. This seemed to work; she gave a deep sigh and leaned into it, her shaky hands coming to rest on his lap until he broke away. “Let’s get out of here.”

The drive, aside from having no end in sight, felt strangely ordinary, like they were going on a regular road trip together and nothing more. Yoongi kept a clear head and a calm disposition as he navigated the deserted highways. It would have worried her if she weren’t aware of his impeccable ability to mask his own inner turmoil.

“Did you make sure our death certificates got destroyed?”

“Yes, and the neighbour’s letter saying that losing us was ‘a blessing in disguise.’” He rolled his eyes.

“And their faces?” she fretted. “What about their fingerprints? Wait, did you leave any of yours anywhere?”

“I was plenty thorough, sis, I promise,” he told her dismissively. “No one will be able to link this back to us, assuming they even bother to do an investigation. The world already thinks we’re dead after that god-forsaken operation they sold us into got burned to high hell.”

“Okay…” She couldn’t fathom that he could be so free of doubt in a situation like this. He didn’t use to be so sure of himself. It was probably for the best, though, considering how riddled with insecurity she tended to be. His self-assurance (or at least his facade of such) was the perfect counterbalance to her self-doubt—one of the infinite reasons she could never afford to be parted from him.

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Timing: Current Location: A convenience store Feat: @declinlalune & @ironheartedfae Warnings: none! Summary: The clerk at a local convenience store thinks Ren is stealing, Andy steps in to help.

Andy threw the peach rings into her basket before swinging around to the other side of the aisle. She scanned the rows of cardboard and plastic before finally finding what it was she was looking for. She dropped the item next to the rest of her haul and only looked up as somebody raised their voice from the front of the store. 

I know you took it. Empty out your pockets. Now. 

The shopkeeper’s tone did not sound pleased. As Andy rounded the corner towards the front, she saw a young girl standing there with a pinched expression. Andy didn’t give a damn if this girl had actually committed petty theft. Who was she to judge? Stealing was how she and Alex had made a living anyway. 

In an attempt to get closer in case she needed to diffuse the situation, Andy began to loiter at a neighboring end cap, looking over the variety of multivitamins. The shopkeeper continued asking for the girl to empty her pockets, and Andy felt a surge of frustration. She thought about the woman who had intervened when Andy had gotten caught, and how she had lied through her teeth– something about being her’s and Alex’s older sister, and that they would never steal. 

She bit the inside of her cheek before turning around, staring down the man. “Why are you harassing my sister? She didn’t steal anything.” They could pass as siblings– both wearing a smattering of freckles and red hair, even if the stranger’s was cropped short. 

—

All Ren wanted to do was try. Try using that money thing that Emilio kept going on about, try buying something for a change instead of only ever fishing for not so moldy things in between banana peels and god knows what else found its way into a Wicked’s Rest dumpster. The nymph had been excited even. A chance to test out her newly acquired skills in friendliness. 

Apparently the shopkeeper didn’t care for the tactic. The man took one look at Ren’s raggedy outfit, listened to her sad excuse for a compliment, and mistook the ‘smile’ for a strange grimace. Put it all together and there you have it. A kid who was up to no good. The little redhead had spent a decent amount of time trying to decipher which of the snacks in the aisle was the exact kind Van had supplied her with the other night, which one had the strangely sweet and sour flavor. The one they said was fruit flavored but certainly was not. The shopkeep took this deliberation time as another act of delinquency. 

So he started yelling. 

All at once Ren was so small again. Was being chided for something she hadn’t even done. At first she tried to protest. Be open to conversation as it were. But that only raised his voice and added more fire to his tone until– 

Sister?? Her mouth must have dropped open. Ren felt like words were coming up, protest, but something caught her. The other girl’s look. It was similar enough to her own, but– there was no fae tug. Did she know something Ren did not? Had she been watching the nymph? How long had she– Was any of this even possible– 

Oh. It was… probably a lie. But… why? 

— 

The man glared at the two, cheeks rouge from the obvious discontent. 

I don’t give a shit if she’s your sister. She stole. 

Andy looked at the girl again, brow raised. She didn’t look like a thief, but most people didn’t. Andy stopped herself from telling the man that she didn’t care if something was stolen, because that would potentially only make things worse, and she doubted that was what they needed anyway. 

“You’re mistaken. She didn’t steal a damn thing.” Andy stepped closer to the girl, putting herself between the two. The man smelled like overly saturated cologne and it hurt her nose. “What do you think she stole? What did she take?” 

The man stammered, the red deepening across the bridge of his nose and across his cheekbones. 

Well I– I don’t know, but I saw her put something in her pocket! 

If it were Alex, Andy would have dug into her pockets for her, but this was a stranger. A stranger that Andy was pretending to be the sister of. She looked over at the girl. “You didn’t steal anything, so you don’t need to show him the inside of your pockets if you don’t want to, but if it’ll get you,” she looked back to the man, frown deepening, “back the hell off, then is that what she needs to do to get you to lay off?” 

—

It made no sense. Absolutely none of it did. The stranger who kind of looked like Ren insisting she was related, or the shop owner’s need to see the inside of her pockets. There was a stagnant hesitation as Ren processed through all that was being said. As the shock of being screamed at like she was back at the compound wore back into a dull ache rather than a paralyzing poison. Shaking hands (the only part of her that wasn’t stone still) moved from her sides to reverse the nearly empty pockets in both Emilio’s second jacket that he’d given her, and the shorts she’d pulled from a dumpster outside of some big box store. 

Crumpled papers with unsatisfactory drawings, a wadded up ten dollar bill, some coins that were not even American currency, a tiny vial of holy water that Emilio had left in the jacket by accident, and lint. Nothing special. Nothing to be accused over. Nothing they even sold in the store. Luckily, Ren didn’t keep her knives in her pockets. No, those were in the sleeves. Safely tucked away where they didn’t even leave a bulge or anything. 

Ren had been trying so hard to be a statue she’d forgotten to breathe entirely. Now, she could go without inhaling for a bit longer than the average kid her size, but the hungry gasp she tried to hide still wouldn’t go unnoticed. Still, she couldn’t speak, so she just had to let the stranger do it for her. 

— 

Andy watched the man’s expression devolve into something akin to embarrassment. Satisfaction colored her tone as she spoke. “See, there isn’t anything. I see the money she would have paid you with, but that’s it.” There were some other things, but those didn’t matter. Whatever the man thought he had seen wasn’t there. If the girl had pulled out something that she’d stolen, Andy would have had to dig for some excuse. 

It was clear that the situation had startled the girl and Andy felt a surge of guilt that she hadn’t intervened sooner. She had been in the other’s shoes more times than she could count. At least, until she’d gotten better at stealing. The man continued to stammer, throwing his hands in the air before turning around. The back of his neck was red, too, and Andy genuinely hoped he’d carry the embarrassment with him for the rest of the day. 

“Asshole,” Andy muttered under her breath as he went back to the register. She looked back at the girl who stood there as if some kind of statue. “You okay?” Andy tried her best to smile, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “What did you need? I can get it for you.” The girl had money, but by the state of her, something told Andy that maybe it was all she had. “Some of this is buy one get one, anyway.” 

— 

“I uh–” One thing about Wicked’s Rest, for all its strangeness, for all the monsters it housed, there were so many people ready and willing to lend a hand. Ren had no idea the outside world would be like this. In fact, she had been brought up to believe almost the opposite. Darya had made her a perfect soldier, one who wouldn’t question orders or think too deeply about the fact that she was set out to kill her own kind. Each day out in the open was a test of her loyalty, because everything out here seemed to contradict the older woman’s teachings. 

“Was gummied worms.” It was probably a good thing that Ren had not spoken more than a few words to the shopkeeper, he might have noticed the thick accent that clung to every statement, and how she so often misused words, ordered them wrong, or applied suffixes that didn’t quite belong. “Soured ones.” 

The night with the others had been a whole different flavor of strange. If Ren hadn’t excused herself at ten to go walk Perro, she might have stayed the entire night. But instead, she returned to the sorry excuse for a shelter out in the woods. Dreams of citric acid covered sweets dancing like sugar plums around her head. A feeling of belonging she never dreamed of having. And the guilt that it inspired too. 

— 

“Gummied worms?” The girl had an accent that Andy didn’t recognize. It wasn’t her job to pick her apart, she decided. “Sour gummy worms… got it.” Andy offered the girl a smile, this time with it reaching her eyes, before she turned towards the aisle with the candy. “You should try peach rings, too. They’re good.” She plucked one of each from the shelf, dropping them into the basket next to her other items. “You have good taste, though. Candy is a good choice.” 

The girl was a little on the thinner side, and she reminded Andy of herself. It was like she was looking in a mirror from when she and Alex had gotten out of Lyon. Her stomach twisted slightly, but she kept smiling. “Do you need anything else?” Not everything was buy one get one, but it didn’t matter. Now that she was in a better position, she could help, and she wanted to. Especially after the bullshit with the shopkeeper. 

“No pressure, by the way.” Andy knew what it felt like to be offered help, even when you weren’t asking for it. It could be awkward, and the last thing that she wanted to do was make the girl feel guilty. “If you just want the candy, that’s okay, too.” She heard something from up front and the shopkeeper stared at them, a begrudging expression flickering across his features. Andy had to do everything in her power to not give him the bird.

—

At the repetition, Ren’s cheeks reddened just slightly. Almost hard to tell under all those freckles. She’d never seen anyone else with as many as she had. For a moment, it had the fae wondering if the ruse would have worked otherwise. Did normal humans look a lot like their siblings? Ren didn’t get enough of a chance around the other Adelskold kids to really tell. Everything was always kept at a distance. Everything here was so close and warm. 

Andy (not that Ren knew her name yet) was taller than her. By quite a bit. (To be fair, this wasn’t saying much. Most dogs would be taller than Ren if they stood on their hind legs.) She had her hair grown long in a way that would surely have annoyed the nymph. It was already too long for her liking. Something she’d have to figure out how to deal with sooner rather than later. Having a bit on top was fine during the winter, but now? It was too warm to have to contend with. 

“I do not think I need anything else. Was… craving? This is more than enough. Your kindness is remarkable.” Too many people offering her too many things. It was too much to process most of the time, right now, right after being verbally suckerpunched by the man who owned the store? It was worse. Awful. Ren was surprised she managed to say anything at all. 

—-

Andy noticed the way that the girl looked at her, but she didn’t comment on it. There was something familiar in her expression, but Andy wasn’t sure what its name was. Not admiration, that was for sure. Andy wasn’t the kind of person to be admired. 

“Remarkable?” Andy bobbed her head before letting out another laugh. “I’m not sure about that.” Her gaze cut to the shopkeeper who was watching them from the corner of his eye– it was obvious by his body language. She made a show of dropping another item into her basket before turning fully towards the kid. Andy silently wondered how old she was. She looked to be about Alex’s age which made Andy’s chest tighten. The question of whether or not this kid was a con artist came to mind, as Andy had taken that approach more than once, but there was a genuinity that was absent. Even if she were a con-artist, Andy wasn’t sure she cared. 

“So that’s it, then? Sour gummies? Nothing to drink?” Andy had half a mind to ask if she needed toiletries, by the state of her, but she didn’t want to assume. Too much too quick, and the kid might tuck tail and run. If it hadn’t been for Alex standing behind her, Andy probably would have, too. 

—

Even if the girl didn’t think so, Ren saw it as admirable. The young nymph wished things like this came easy. A smile, confidence to fight on someone’s behalf, rather than just fighting them. A certain familiarity to this whole schtick that she could never really master. Not with a hundred years, or however long it took for something to finally get the better of her. Nymphs were supposed to live a long time. That was the whole point of Darya’s experiment. A longer lasting warden. Someone who could fight things from the inside out, and keep doing it as long as she didn’t die. 

What Emilio, Nora, Van, Thea, Gael, and even Cass taught her, is that you need people around you to keep you alive. Even if doing so goes directly against what you were programmed for. The unknown redhead was in there too. Giving just a little bit of sunshine to make the flowers bloom. 

“I am fine with water I have, but you are kind for asking this.” Maybe she should have been suspicious. Maybe she should have stopped to think, but Ren had a habit of taking most things at face value. And right now, there was a kind woman who was doing more than her share of being helpful. The kind of thing you do to try and make friends. “Let us just leave as soon as we can, yes?” 

—

“Water, sure.” Andy wanted the girl to ask for more, but she knew the feeling– of asking too much, of taking too much and how the guilt would cause you to erode. Andy didn’t want to drive off the girl before she could truly help her. “You just stay put, I’ll go and pay, okay?” She gave the girl a small smile before heading towards the register, grabbing two bottles of water from the nearby drink fridge. 

After she’d paid for the items as well as gotten fifty dollars cash back, Andy stuffed the bill into the bag, beneath the items she’d purchased so that the girl wouldn’t see it till she was long gone, and returned to her side. “Here you go.” She handed off the bag with a small smile before motioning for the redhead to follow her outside. 

“My name is Andy, by the way.” The girl hadn’t asked, but she still felt the need to supply it. She looked towards her jeep before glancing back down at the kid. “Sorry you had to deal with that shithead to begin with.” Andy frowned slightly as she looked back inside to the store where the man was watching them through the window. After being noticed, he immediately looked away. Rolling her eyes, Andy let out a sigh. “I don’t think he’ll give you any more issues.” She twisted her own bag of goodies around her fingers, letting the bag spin one direction and then the opposite. 

It hurt how much of herself she saw in the girl. Was this how small she had looked? How much more pity would this girl be given? Although, Andy wasn’t sure that her assistance had been out of pity, but instead out of reflection. “Figure it might be overkill, asking if you need a ride anywhere.” For how careful she usually was, one might point out this was out of character, but she just hoped that if this kid did have a sibling somewhere out there, they might appreciate someone looking out for her. Andy knew that she’d be grateful for anyone that decided to help Alex. “I hope you like the peach rings, though. They’re good.” 

—

If Ren had blinked in the time between when Andy stepped in for her, it’d have been a miracle. The wide eyed stare had barely left the other red head the entire time, and yet somehow she missed the secret transaction stowed away in the plastic bag that’d been handed over. Just like that. Ren hadn’t done anything to deserve this. Just… got yelled at. Which as far as she was concerned, was a pretty rote thing to happen in her life. Adults yelled, she stood still until it was over, and hopefully it’d be okay. 

The nymph mechanically followed Andy (That was her name, she had offered it, something Ren hadn’t even considered doing. All those tips on how to be friendly seemed so far away when things like this happened.) out into the parking lot. Quite like a lost puppy might, upon being offered a scrap of a meal. Only, the puppy didn’t believe it deserved the things it was getting. Driven on by a bodily instinct that superseded the mental blocks placed ahead of it. “Ren.” Squeaked out. Barely audible. Tiny in the way that the entomid always felt. 

“I do not need… ride.” For the first time Ren’s gaze flickered away. Drifting to the jeep that wasn’t unlike some of the few cars that made their way deep enough into the compound for Ren to see. A big practical thing that could just as easily drive off the paved streets as it could on them. “I do not know how… to fully express how kind this is.” The bag in her hand rustled, and her lips attempted something that was almost a smile. “This was not something you needed to do.” 

— 

“Ren? I like that name. It’s nice.” Andy understood the shock after being accused of something. It had happened with her parents, and the multiple run-ins with store owners like the asshole back inside. She wanted to give her time to process.

Andy shrugged, her smile still present. “No problem, no ride, then.” If she were in Ren’s shoes, she probably wouldn’t take it either. Especially not in a town like Wicked’s Rest. “You don’t need to worry about it.” She neglected to explain how somebody had done the same thing for her. Even if it hadn’t happened that way, Andy would have stepped in anyway. She knew that she didn’t need to identify with whoever was in trouble, not always. “Ehh, the guy needed to be taken down a peg, it wasn’t an issue at all.” 

She looked towards her jeep, then down at the bag that Ren held. She hoped that she wouldn’t dig in and find the fifty dollar bill until long after she was gone. The last thing she needed was for the girl to try and give it back. Andy let out a soft sigh. “Stay safe, yeah?” Andy wasn’t sure if she would ever run into Ren again. The town was small, but not that small. “And just… if anyone starts anything like that with you again, hold onto what’s true, you know?” Even if it’s not, Andy wanted to say. 

—

Something closer to an actual smile graced Ren’s lips for just a moment. That warm sort of feeling filled her chest again and she found herself glancing down at the ground rather than look Andy in the eye as she fiddled with the bag in her hands. Still too frazzled to realize it was probably a lot heavier than it should have been. The tiny girl wanted to speak up. Wanted to properly express what all this meant to her, but that would require words she just wasn’t capable of arranging adequately. 

Instead she reached out a hand. Offered a nod with the shake, and turned to walk away. Caught between wanting to look back, and wanting to keep distance, Ren partially moved her head. And called out to the other.  “You are a good person Andy. I am glad to have met you.” 

[chasseurdeloup]

Family Matters || Andy and Kaden

TIMING: Current PARTIES: @declinlalune and @chasseurdeloup LOCATION: The cabin SUMMARY: Andy comes home to find Kaden tearing out the banister on the stairs. Their casual chat ends up being a lot deeper than either of them bargained for. CONTENT WARNINGS: parental death (mentions)

There was one thing Kaden could say about the cabin, he’d never be bored there. Every time he fixed something, he found three other things that could use some attention. Today it was the railing on the stairs up to the loft. The whole banister wobbled back and forth if you dared to try and use it. Thankfully, it wasn’t essential by any means, but it was a disaster waiting to happen, that was for sure. Part one was to see if tightening the screws on the end of the railing would be enough. And of course not. He sighed and got to taking the whole damn thing apart. It was going to be a whole damn afternoon project. Good thing he had the place to himself for the–

Kaden nearly jumped out of his skin when the door swung open. Putain, guess alone wasn’t happening. “Hey,” he called to Andy over his shoulder as he yanked one of the railings out of the base of the stairs. 

–

Andy had finished work for the day, and early, too. It hadn’t been very busy, so she’d been cut loose, and she wasn’t complaining. She had a bit of a headache, so she was grateful to go home, take something, and eventually get started on whatever project had been evading her while busy with other things. 

When she pulled up to the cabin, Kaden’s truck was in the driveway. Andy wasn’t entirely sure what his hours were at work, and she hadn’t bothered to ask. She didn’t want to make him feel like he was under some watchful eye, because neither did she. Andy rotated her jaw, pressing her fingers just beneath her ear as she shouldered the front door open. As he greeted her, she stopped in her tracks, brows raised at the railings that were on the ground. “What are you doing?” She dropped her bag by the door and kicked her shoes off before closing the door behind her. “Did you break something?” Probably not. He was probably fixing something, like he had been doing with just about everything in the cabin. 

–-

The second railing was in there a lot better than the first. Kaden was going to have to use some actual strength instead of coasting on the advantage he had from being a hunter. He wrapped his hands around the bottom of the pole and leaned back to try and wedge the damn thing out. The whole thing was at the wrong angle, couldn’t just stay like that. “What does it look like?” he said between grunts. So fucking close. One more good pull and it should be–

Kaden stumbled backwards a few steps as the railing finally gave way from the base. He wiped his brow with the back of his palm, tossing the wooden pole to the ground next to the other. Before he went to the next, he turned to Andy. “Break something?” He rolled his eyes. “No, I’m fixing the damn railing. It was about to fall out of the damn stairs on its own.”

Andy winced as Kaden stumbled backwards, though she made no move to catch or break his fall (if he had). She stood by the door, watching as the railing split from the hinges, clattering to the ground. They barely used the loft, but it seemed a little late to explain that. It was mostly for storage; things that they had accumulated but didn’t need went up there, or winter gear. 

“We don’t really use the stairs, so we didn’t bother to fix it.” Andy sighed and moved into the kitchen, grabbing herself a glass of water. “What else have you been fixing?” She knew he meant well, but she couldn’t keep up with the mini-projects he’d been doing, or if they were in line with what she wanted. Maybe he was earning his keep. The cabin was way nicer than anything else she and Alex had lived in in the past several years, but it was still… a work in progress, and probably seemed a lot worse to Kaden than it actually was. 

– 

“I figured,” Kaden said as he went back to work. The next few railings he pulled out were so loose they practically fell out on their own. “But it still wasn’t safe. And you both are usually carrying boxes or other shit up and down that are so big you can’t see where you’re going. So I figured I'd fix this before it becomes an actual problem.” The easy part was almost done. Taking the thing apart was going to take a lot less time than putting it back together correctly. 

He paused and looked around the cabin. What else had he done? “Uh, the cabinet hinges. Table leg. Leaky faucet in the bathroom. Not all today. But yeah.” He knew there were more little things all over the place for him to take care of in his down time. Part of it was because it bothered him to have things in disrepair, sure, but he was also there crashing on their couch. It was the least he could do to help out. “If there’s something else you want me to look at just let me know.” 

–

Andy grabbed the bottle of generic aspirin from the cabinet above the stove and took two, throwing them back with a swig of water. “Hey, I didn’t say I wasn’t grateful.” Because she was. She had to be, all things considered. Kaden being around was still a little weird, and she knew that Alex didn’t know what to think of him, but Andy hoped that they would get along. The topic of hunting, however, was still ever present. 

“I was wondering why the table hadn’t tried to fall over the last time I put something onto it. Thanks.” Andy finished off her glass of water and put the cup into the sink before returning to where Kaden was at the loft stairs. “Nah, I think you’ve got all the most annoying shit handled.” There were a few other things, like cleaning the gutters, but she could do that herself. The last time she had done it, she’d found a squirrel’s tail. Not the squirrel, just the tail. Maybe she should have Kaden do it this time around. “Do you need any help?” Even though she had a headache, she could still be useful. 

– 

“Okay just checking,” Kaden said, relieved. He wanted to help but he didn’t want to overstep. It had been so long since they’d seen each other in person prior to the past few months, they hadn’t quite figured out the rhythm of it all. “Figured it was the least I could do.” There were plenty of times when his extra sensitive hearing was more of a burden than a gift, but came in handy enough times. Like when he caught the rattle of small, hard items in a bottle of some sort. It was either candy in a jar or pills. Kaden leaned over to check and surely enough, Andy was swallowing something, probably painkillers. “You alright?” he asked. He figured it wasn’t serious by any means but still worth asking. 

He waved off her thanks with a small hand gesture. It was no big deal and he didn’t want to make it too much of a thing. He wiped his hands off on each other and was about to get started sanding, but he turned when she spoke to him. “Hmm? I mean I don’t need it, but I’ll take it if you’re offering.” He handed her one of the railing poles. The tops of them were ragged, unsurprising given the shitty construction. “Want to sand down the splinters?”

–

Even though she’d been younger then, Andy still held onto all of the memories concerning Lyon and before Lyon. She didn’t like to remember Tennessee for the sake of her own sanity, but France was easier to stomach. Kaden had been kinder to her than Keira had ever been. Claire was similar to her own parents, and maybe that should have comforted her some, but instead, it made her feel guilty and unworthy. Claire had made sure of that. At his question, she shrugged. “Small headache. Some lady came in wearing perfume that smelled awful and way too much of it.” It was probably that and the constant banging outside on the street from a group of high school students and their percussion instruments. Some end-of-year thing. “Plus the whole town reeks right now, so that’s not helping anything.” They were luckier, out where they lived, though. 

She didn’t like watching other people do things. Andy would sooner fight past the headache as well as any other ailments and help somebody than sit idly by. She grabbed the sheet of sandpaper and the railing that Kaden handed over and got to work, not bothering with gloves. Her hands were calloused already from the amount of work she’d done to begin with, as well as having to deal with all of the hot and heavy trays at the bakery. “How was your day? You haven’t been doing just this all day, have you?” 

–

Kaden nodded with understanding. “Yeah, I don’t understand why some people decide to bathe in perfume. Always makes me wonder what they’re covering up.” He was always glad that his nose wasn’t as sensitive as his ears were. Especially right now, with the town the way it was. “It’s not usually like this, right? You didn’t just invite me out to a stinky town, did you?” He was mostly joking, but he did have to wonder. 

He huffed out a laugh as he leaned over the stairwell. The holes for the rails were in, well, interesting shape. He was going to have to fill some of those in with putty, no doubt there. “No, I had the early shift today. Definitely not doing this all day.” Good thing, too. He hated spending too much time inside. There was no way he’d have stayed in the cabin all day even if he’d had the day off. “Wasn’t bad. I had to chase down a loose dog. Then I had to get a raccoon out of someone’s house. Didn’t run into anything supernatural today so that was nice for a change.” It was rare that was the case in Wicked’s Rest. Most days he ran into at least one monster masquerading as a cat or dog. 

–

“I’m sure the town stinks in some places, like Gatlin Fields, but…” Andy sighed, “not like this, no, not usually.” She wasn’t sure what was going on, but it all started with the fissures and the weird obsidian crabs, and then there was the ooze, too, that she still didn’t have an answer on. She wondered how Alex was fairing, if the smell was giving her headaches. 

She was a little interested in what Kaden got up to at work, mostly because she couldn’t imagine him wrangling racoons from people’s basements. Andy continued sanding down the one side of the railing, looking up at her cousin as he reaffirmed what she had thought it was like. “It’s a little weird that these people might not know what they’re looking at, so they’d call a regular guy–” She paused. “Well, not you, but somebody else who might work for the department for something like a… I don’t know, a hellhound.” The thought was more terrifying than it was funny. “But I guess it’s a good thing, right?” She didn’t know if Kaden still hunted. Didn’t know if he tracked down defenseless people or creatures. To stay ignorant would provide to the problem, but she wasn’t sure she could stomach the truth. 

– 

“Well that’s good to know,” Kaden said as he continued to work. He peeked up to catch a glance at her as she wondered aloud. “If I had to guess, I’d say there’s a reason why the death rate for the position was abnormally high.” He felt bad about the poor saps who had tried to do the job before him. They had no fucking clue what they were getting into. They never stood a chance. “Gary’s the only other AC officer on staff and he avoids the field like the goddamn plague. Must have learned his lesson. Which is fine by me. It means he gets to do all my paperwork if he wants to be chained to a desk so damn bad.” 

The gaps in question were filled, just had to wait for the putty to dry, so Kaden grabbed a rail and began sanding, too. “It works out pretty nice for me, though. Get paid for the shit I’d do anyway, which is a nice change of pace. Usually chasing after basilisks and bies is just a thankless job.” He could feel a twinge of tension in the air. They hadn’t really talked about hunting before then. In fact, they avoided the topic. All of them. “You, uh, don’t anymore? Do you?” Kaden dared to sneak a look over at his cousin. “I mean, uh, hunt. That is.” 

– 

Andy didn’t know who Gary was, but he sounded smart. While she couldn’t completely understand feigning ignorance about what happened in the town (especially with the casualty rate), she could understand being acutely aware of what you were equipped to deal with. Andy didn’t think that aside from the hunters' cache, Wicked’s Rest assisted much at all in keeping the town safe. After all, the emergency response units were a joke. “That makes sense.” Andy turned the railing over in her hand, examining it to make sure that she hadn’t missed any of the uneven wood. “Paperwork sounds like a bitch, so I guess you sort of lucked out there.” That, and Gary wouldn’t get in Kaden’s way. How far would Kaden go to eradicate something as simple as a snicker-snacker instead of just rehome it? 

As he continued to explain what it was he liked about the job, Andy’s grip on the railing tightened. So he was still hunting, then– found fun in it, maybe? That seemed more in Keira’s wheelhouse. At his question, she looked up at him, brown eyes darkening slightly. How he could even think she would do that, or could after everything that happened. “None. Not at all.” She put the railing aside after she noticed the tension had made her sand down one side a little too far. She’d need to even it out. “How could I?” Andy’s expression wavered, but she fought for neutrality. “With Alex, it all changed. I never…” She took a deep breath. “Never really liked it anyway, so it was easy to give up.” The first time she’d been faced with a raiju, she’d let it get away on purpose, only for her dad to come up behind her and kill it in her place. She hated the way it sounded as it died, and she hated the way her father had looked disgusted in her, but proud in the fact that he’d rid the world of something existing within its own world, out in the woods where it wouldn’t hurt anyone else. “But I think you already knew that.” 

–

Kaden did his best to keep any expression off his face, though he couldn’t quite keep his brow from rising a little at her answer. Not at all? He kept his eyes on the sandpaper and the railing in his hand, didn’t want to make this a big deal. Or make her think that he judged her or anything. He wasn’t in any fucking place to, not now. Not with his own worldview shattered into a million pieces lately. “Yeah,” he replied, “guess I did.” He’d noticed the lack of weapons in the cabin. Well, besides his. 

“I don’t–” he started, looking away from his hands. Only he didn’t know what to say. Hell, he didn’t even know what he wanted to say. He let his gaze fall back down to the task at hand. “I mean I, uh, I guess you already know that I still do. Considering, you know. That.” He gave a small nod to the chest full of knives and guns and whatnot by the couch. “But, uh, I’m not….” How could he explain this to her when he couldn’t explain it to himself? “I don’t follow the code anymore.” Wait. That sounded bad. Didn’t it? “I mean, I do, it’s not like I don’t have any guideli–  but it’s not my family’s. I don’t–” An exasperated exhale left his lips. Words still didn’t come to him, none that felt right. None that didn’t dredge up the events that brought him here. And he wasn’t ready to dive into that. 

“Anyway, this banister’s going to be unrecognizable when we’re done. You won’t even believe it’s the same thing.” The smile he offered was half-hearted a best, but he hoped that she’d want to change the subject as much as he did.

–

Andy clenched her jaw tightly, just enough to grind her teeth. She watched him carefully, looking out for any telltale signs that there might be something else there. That there might be something he wasn’t telling her. No matter how hard she looked, she couldn’t find it. So instead, Andy dropped her gaze back down to the railing that she’d put to the side. 

She stared at it for a long while as Kaden spoke, not sure she could stomach the idea of looking up at him. He fell over his words like she figured he would, but she was surprised to hear about his family’s code. Andy pressed her tongue up against the roof of her mouth as she stared down the shaved sides of the wood, and how the sawdust had fallen to a mess at her feet. She hadn’t even paid attention. “What are your guidelines?” She looked up to finally meet his eyes, but by then, he’d already looked away. 

Now was as good of time as any to have the conversation she’d been skirting around. At first, she wasn’t sure she wanted to have it, but where her sister was concerned, Andy knew she needed a straight answer. Did she need to force him to look at Alex in shifted form so that he would remember the color of her coat so that in the chance she got loose from the shelter they’d built, he wouldn’t shoot? “I want to know. Because I can’t have you staying here if you’re a threat to Alex, or to people like Alex.” She emphasized the word, because that’s what they were. Not monsters. She’d met more monsters who wore skin like her own than those who shifted into something else. “I’m not trying to make you feel like shit, Kaden, and I’m not trying to misunderstand what you’re trying to say, but I need you to reassure me that you aren’t hunting people.” 

–

Kaden froze. There it was. The question he was hoping she wouldn’t ask. Because he didn’t have an answer.

What are your guidelines?

He didn’t know. Not yet. That’s what he wanted to figure out. But he knew, he knew before she even said it, that his place here was contingent on them. 

Before he could even begin to answer, the blood and the knife and the look on Damien’s face all flashed before his eyes. 

The railing rattled and clanked as it fell out of his hands onto the ground. He didn’t remember leaning back to sit on the stairs, but he was. He didn’t know when it had become so fucking hard to breathe, but it had. He wasn’t sure what he had been looking at before, but now he was staring at the floor with his hands wrapped around the back of his head. 

He concentrated on breathing. Inhaling and exhaling, trying to find the oxygen in the room. It was only after he could hear anything other than the sound of his heart pounding in his chest that he remembered that he wasn’t alone. Shit.

Kaden jolted up to look back at Andy. She had said a lot. More than just the first question. And she was waiting for an answer. Fuck, what was the question again?

Guidelines. His guidelines. And something about people. 

“Sorry, I’m–” He cleared his throat, hoping to clear away the shakiness in his voice. “Felt a little lightheaded. But, uh, yeah I’m… figuring those out. I just know that, um…” The look in Keira’s eyes, the resentment and disgust, lingered in his mind. He bit into the side of his mouth, pain forcing him back into the present. “I know I don’t want to be–” Keira. He didn’t want to be her. But he couldn’t say it. Not that he was sure he could say the alternative out loud either. “I don’t want to be a murderer.” The last sentence was soft, subdued, something that would have been hard to hear if his cousin hadn’t been a hunter, too. And part of him wished she hadn’t heard him at all. 

–

Kaden looked like he was going to fall apart at her feet. Andy felt a pang of remorse, but it didn’t last very long. She knew now that there was no way to avoid this conversation, not if she wanted to foster some kind of relationship with her cousin. Where Keira had been cruel and unjust, especially towards the two girls during their time in Lyon, Kaden had been kind. Andy wanted to be kind to him, but she needed to know that he deserved it first. 

It was rich, Andy thought to herself, that she would try and dictate where her kindness started and ended, especially when she could hardly be kind to herself. 

The only sounds to stir within the cabin were that of its worse-for-wear beams creaking with every gust of wind from outside and Kaden’s shallow breathing. Andy knew the look on his face, she’d seen it within herself every time she looked in the mirror after a particularly bad nightmare or close call with Alex. 

Andy stayed silent, lips pressed firmly together. She should avert her gaze, look at something else– focus on the railing she’d sanded down too finely, maybe, but she couldn’t look away. The sound of Kaden’s heartbeat reached her ears, a rhythmic thump loud and clear– uneven, too. What the fuck had happened in Lyon? She knew that people like them, they were traumatized from an early age, but this was something else entirely. 

As he began to speak, all Andy could do was listen. It was clear that something had happened to get him to this point. She wondered if it had anything to do with Keira. 

I don’t want to be a murderer. 

If Andy hadn’t been paying attention, she might have missed it. She maintained a neutral expression, all aside from the knot in her jaw. “Okay.” Maybe if she were raised right, or maybe if she hadn’t raised herself, she would have known how to comfort him. It was easier with Alex. She had practically raised her sister, even before their parents died. 

Without saying another word, Andy got to her feet. She went into the kitchen and began to start the kettle. She’d spare him the horror of using the microwave to warm the water, but only this time. She decided to let him have a brief moment alone after the water had finished heating before returning with a cup of peppermint tea. 

“This helps me.” She sat down next to Kaden on the stairs, holding out the mug to him. “Not always, but sometimes.” Though Andy wanted to ask what happened in Lyon, she bit her tongue. The answer she wanted had been given to her. He wouldn’t hurt Alex. Really, it seemed like he didn’t want to hurt anyone. 

“I’m sorry.” It wasn’t often a hunter apologized– though, could she really consider herself to be one anymore? “For whatever it was that happened.” Sorrow clung to her like tar, sticky and unruly. 

– 

Kaden didn’t know where she went. Part of him was sure that she was walking away to pack his things for him and send him packing. How could she trust someone who didn’t know what they fuck they were doing? How could she let him stay there when he didn’t know what his fucking morals were anymore? Who would want him there after he failed his little sister and got his best friend killed?

He’d missed the part where she’d come back. How long had she been sitting there next to him? There was something in her hand. A mug. When he managed to process that it was for him, he took it with a small nod, only to stare down into the hot water, watching the steam rise from the cup. 

I’m sorry. For whatever it was that happened.

“Nothing happened,” he said without hesitation, without thinking, only saying what he told himself far too often out loud to her in return. It was easier to lie to himself in his head. Speaking it was harder to pretend. I’m fine. Nothing happened. I just wanted a fresh start. I’m fine. 

The silence hung in the air and the lies felt more and more hollow, their power to placate him fading away with every second that passed. Still, the last thing he wanted to do was relive it all. Again. And telling someone– if he told someone, that would make it real. It would start seeping in, and the wall he tried to build around himself would start to be washed away. 

“Sorry,” he said, eyes still on the tea. “I mean, thanks. For saying that–” There weren’t words that felt right. “It’s…” He pressed his thumb against the ceramic wall of the mug, letting the heat prick at the pad of his finger to the point of pain. “There’s a reason I left. You’re right.” He just wasn’t brave enough to say it. “It’s–” What was there even to say? That he could say without falling apart? “Alex isn’t… she’s not the only werewolf I–” That he cared about. The words wouldn’t leave his lips. Hell, he wasn’t sure he could even find them. He hoped she could fill in the blanks. 

–

He lied to her, just as she expected he would. She would have done the same. Andy sat in silence. Had it been Keira? His mother? No, he probably would have told her already if something had happened to either of them. Though she was not fond of her cousin or her aunt, she knew what it felt like to lose family.

As he spoke, Andy lifted her gaze to his hands. They were wrapped around the mug as if an anchor. Like if he didn’t hold onto it to the point where his knuckles turned white, he’d drift away with whatever memory was clearly plaguing him. 

Andy steeled herself for whatever tragedy that had befallen him. Though he didn’t give her much to go off of in his initial admission, it was enough for her to understand. This was where normal people hugged, and where she should tell him that it was okay. But she knew it wasn’t. Because if anything were to happen to Alex, then that would be the end of it all. Judging by Kaden’s demeanor, Andy could take a few guesses as to what had happened with the werewolf he mentioned, but she couldn’t be sure, so she reeled in her assumptions. 

“The world’s fucked up, isn’t it?” Fucked up in that you’re taught one thing and then that world crumbles around you and you’re left to flounder, and to question everything you’d ever been raised to believe. Andy guessed this was where she got lucky. She hadn’t believed in anything much at all even before her parents were mauled to death by the very things she’d been raised to hate. There weren’t many condolences passed onto hunters who’d lost loved ones. It was a part of the cycle. In part of breaking that, Andy rested a hand on his arm– a subtle enough gesture. “You don’t have to tell me the rest if you don’t want to.” There were things she wasn’t ready to talk to him about, but maybe she should. Just… not now. 

“Just know that I… won’t judge you. For whatever it is.” Would that be true, if Kaden had been the one to pull the trigger? Or to shove the blade into the chest of the individual who he claimed to care about? Andy couldn’t be sure, but clearly whatever had happened had fucked him up enough that she didn’t think he’d be doing it again. Or maybe it was something else. Keira came to mind and her stomach twisted. 

–

An unexpected laugh spilled out at her words. “Yeah,” he said, shaking his head, “that’s putting it lightly.” Kaden had to wonder how often normal people imagined what their life was like if they had been born into some other family, some other life. Everyone probably did every now and then, but he had a feeling that hunters let their minds wander in that direction more often than most. He knew he did. If he hadn’t been a hunter, would he have kept both his parents? Probably. Would he still have his sister? He didn’t imagine they’d necessarily be as close as some siblings, but he was sure they wouldn’t be where they were now. In some other version of themselves somewhere, maybe Keira got a chance to be normal. Her intense drive and determination could have been used for good. And not for–

Andy’s hand on his arm broke his thoughts. Probably for the best. It was strange, not the sort of gesture he was familiar with; not from family. Showing empathy or offering some sort of condolences, well, it just didn’t usually happen. Kaden was pretty used to it. What he wasn’t used to was the sense of comfort that spread over him. It was small, sure, but, as much as he didn’t want to admit it, it was the sort of shit he’d always longed for from his immediate family. It had been a long time since Keira had shown any sort of caring, been capable of any empathy. That had been stripped away from his sister a long time ago. She probably never even knew she’d lost it. 

Kaden nodded at the offer to tell his story. It lingered there, dangling in front of him. The desire to let it all spill out on the floor and out of his mind was tempting, but it clashed with the fear of making the whole thing solid and real. The scent of peppermint wafted up to his nose as he inhaled deeply. It was clear, fresh, almost cleansing. 

Putain. He’d have to tell someone eventually. There was no way he could hold onto this forever. Maybe if he just said a little, it would be enough to lift some of the weight. “I had a friend. He…” Fuck. His throat tightened already. This was going to be harder than he thought. “Damien. I, uh, knew him a while. Pretty close.” Understatement. He was pretty sure he spent more time at Damien’s apartment than his own whenever he was in town and not on a hunt, to the point where they joked that they were roommates. Not to mention that Kaden’s free time had pretty much belonged to Damien by the time he… “He got bit. Turned.” Kaden swallowed back whatever was threatening to spill out, not sure if it was emotions or bile. “Keira, she… She found out.” His thumb glided along the side of his mug while his teeth grit against each other. “I didn’t… So she–” Kaden clenched his jaw and did his best to focus on the tension, the pain. It was better than the alternative. It’s not like he dared to say anything more anyway.

–

Andy’s usual impatience fizzled as she sat next to Kaden. She felt as though any sudden movements might scare him away, or make him turn in on himself and decide that his trauma wasn’t worth bringing up. She held her own tucked beneath her tongue, not yet ready to face the onslaught of emotions that’d surely rise with their exposure. 

As Kaden began to explain what had him falling apart at the seams, Andy stayed silent. She was good at it, sometimes. What Damien actually meant to her cousin, she could only guess. Her heart sank as he continued on, her own skin prickling at the mention of Keira. Before he even finished the sentence, she knew where Damien had ended up. It wasn’t entirely Keira’s fault that she had ended up that way. She’d been taught to believe one thing and she followed it blindly. Andy couldn’t begin to imagine doing something like that to Alex– to take a friend from her for the sake of what she was taught. 

Despite the pain Kaden’s story made Andy feel, it reaffirmed that she’d done the right thing by leaving with Alex. She wasn’t always so sure. Somewhere in the back of her mind she wanted to believe that because they were blood, Claire would have helped with Alex. But she knew that wasn’t true. Alex would have died by one of their hands. Probably Keira’s, given this story. Andy still had the scars from when she and her cousin were forced to spar. She still remembered how Keira had laid her out, ridiculing her for not being able to beat her. Andy hadn’t wanted to hurt her cousin, that was all. Keira didn’t seem to care about that. 

“I’m sorry.” The words felt weighted, but there were no marionette strings holding them up as an act. They were genuine, and they fell into the space between herself and Kaden. “I’m glad that you’re here.” Their earlier conversation had been heated– Andy’s accusations sharp like knives, but now she understood. Maybe not wholly, because at the very least, she still had Alex. She took a deep breath and stared across the way, testing the number of things she could say before deciding against the lot of them. “Whatever you think you did to cause it, or if you think you could have stopped it.. None of that is your fault.” She gave his arm another gentle squeeze. “I’ve… learned, over time. It gets easier. It’s fresh now, so…” Could she even tell him to give himself time to grieve when she couldn’t even give herself the chance to do so? Their situations were different, though. “It might not be okay, but you’ll… it’ll get better.” Andy cleared her throat. 

–

Kaden had hoped that saying it, that speaking the words would be a relief, that the weight would lift, but he still felt it pressing down on his chest. His throat was tight and tense and he was going to start bleeding if he bit the inside of his mouth any harder. He knew why, what was threatening to let loose, but he didn’t want to. He didn’t want to fall apart any more than he already had sitting on the stupid steps holding a mug of tea while his cousin tried to comfort him. He didn’t want to cry. Some part of him worried that if he started, he’d never stop. The dam was cracking, though, bit by bit the fracture that had started out as just a hairline was growing bigger and bigger.

Andy’s words were another crack in the dam, even if the reason was the opposite of the rest. I’m glad you’re here. Putain, he didn’t realize how much he needed to hear that. All he could manage to do was lean into her ever slightly, feeling her shoulder up against his arm. 

He didn’t know what he expected her to say next, but he hadn’t been ready for that. It tapped into thoughts and fears that he hadn’t even acknowledged yet, that this was his fault. Kaden found himself shaking his head, unable to accept her assessment of it all. Of course this was his fault. Of course it was. There were at least twenty different ways he’d already imagined how he could have prevented it. In his mind, there was nothing to debate. It was his fault, at least in some part, and he was going to have to live with that til the day he died. But he didn’t have it in him to argue. Or to say anything, really. 

The stretches of silence were broken only by the small sniffles from Kaden. Since he refused to let any tears fall from his eyes, they threatened to find some other avenue. He held onto them, tried to stuff them away as they sat in the quiet of the cabin. “I’m not letting anything happen to Alex,” he said, sharply slashing the silence, turning to look at Andy finally meeting her eyes. “I know she’s not my–” Sister. Alex wasn’t his sister, no. He had failed his sister. “But I promise I’m going to look out for her. Or try to, at least.” He wasn’t convinced he was capable of protecting anyone at this point if he ever was in the first place. 

His gaze drifted back down to the mug. The corners of his eyes started to sting and he continued to ignore it. “I don’t know what I’m doing yet. I just know… I just know that it’ll be different. That I can’t–” He inhaled and looked up at the ceiling, trying his best to hold off the stupid fucking emotions a little longer. “I can’t be that.” Not anymore. “All I want to do is try and keep people safe. Whatever the fuck that means.”

–

When Andy and Alex had arrived in Lyon, Andy had been pressed with questions. Why had their parents been intent on protecting their children instead of fighting? It was because the sisters were incompetent. At least, that’s what Claire had claimed. That their parents’ deaths were more so on Andy’s hands than Alex’s, but that they should have known what to do. That at the very least, they should have died with them. Andy had held onto that guilt for years. She’d seen the rage in Claire’s eyes, and in Keira’s, too. She’d felt it, with every punch that her cousin had thrown. While it took Andy a long time to realize it wasn’t her fault that they had died, she still felt guilt over the accusations thrown forth by her family members. If she couldn’t protect them, what made her feel like she could protect Alex if something similar happened?

The two sat in silence for a beat longer, leaving Andy to regret her choice of words. Had she gone too far? Just as she was about to say something– an apology, maybe, the sound of Kaden’s sniffling had her tighten her jaw. She wasn’t a crier, and she knew that he wasn’t either, so hearing him lean into his emotions rather than ward them off was a shock all on its own. 

Andy tensed slightly at his words. She looked over at him, noticing the sincerity. “You and me both.” She had spent many years looking after Alex, raising her on her own– one state to the next from dirty and dusty hotel rooms to the backseats of broken down cars in junkyards. They were just kids, and while Andy hadn’t always made the best decisions, she had at least done right by her sister. Or, she hoped she had. Now that she had his confirmation that he wouldn’t hurt her, Andy felt all of her earlier worries melt away. Sure, there were the anxieties of Kaden running into the wrong people and it falling back onto them, but that couldn’t be helped. Even with herself and Alex, that was a possibility. “Me, too.” 

“Thank you, by the way. For telling me. I know that it might have been a lot.” Andy removed her hand from his arm and rested it on her own knee, tapping her index finger against it. “I’m glad we had this talk. Honestly I wasn’t…” Her eyebrows furrowed. “It’s been a lot. Over the past few years. But um, I mean it when I say that I’m glad you’re here.” It would be easier with Kaden around, Andy decided. He would help her. They could be a family– a real one. Not one of those fucked up ideals of unity, guilt, and duty that her parents had always spouted. “She’ll come around to you, too. Eventually. Like I said, it’s… well, you can imagine. I won’t tell you her story, she can tell it to you herself when she’s ready, and you can tell her yours when you’re ready.” Andy smiled at Kaden, fighting back the exhaustion that’d begun to sink into her shoulders. The conversation had taken a lot out of her, and she was sure it’d taken a lot out of him, too. 

–

It felt like his emotions were still trying to fucking drown him, but Kaden could feel the weight of the tension in the room lifting. It was easier to breathe, at least. Even if nothing much had really changed. Still, he couldn’t help but let out a small laugh when Andy mentioned she was glad they had this talk. “Yeah well, I sure didn’t plan on telling anyone. At least not anytime soon,” he said, watching his thumb as he used it to make circles on the side of the mug. “But, uh… probably good that I did. So thanks. For giving me the chance. For taking the risk, too.” Andy knew what she was potentially inviting into her house when she told Kaden he could come to Wicked’s Rest. She knew she was inviting a hunter to live with a werewolf. He was pretty sure he didn’t deserve that kind of grace or trust but there weren’t words for the gratitude he felt. Even if there were, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to say it properly anyway.

“I’m sure it’s just a matter of a few dozen more hours of being forced to listen to Taylor Swift,” he said, returning the smile. He knew it wasn’t going to be that simple by any means, but they had time. Kaden finally brought the mug to his lips and took a sip of the tea now that he didn’t have to brace as tightly against the wall containing his grief. She was right, it was nice just to have. Hell, it was nice to feel some sort of accepted. The cabin had felt more like a pit stop or a go-between for him since he first got to town and he’d figured that was how Andy saw it, too. It might be too early to say, sure, but he had a feeling that it might be more of a home than that, for him as much as for them. Kaden looked up and took a glance around the cabin, trying to see if it looked any different now.

Right. The railing. There was still sawdust all over the floor, the banister was in pieces, and it wasn’t even close to done. “Yeah, might have to finish that up tomorrow,” he said with a nod to the evidence of the unfinished project. “Sorry about that.” He sighed as he brushed some of the sawdust off of the stair with his boot. “So. Take out tonight? My treat?” It wasn’t a question so much as an offer that he was pretty sure wasn’t going to be turned down. It felt small, like his attempt at helping around the cabin, but it was the least he could do to try and extend even half the kindness his cousins– his family had shown him already.

[edgysyamor]

Playlist.

He aquí las canciones que me recuerdan a estos demenciales hermanos y ahora también ordenado dependiendo de la ruta. Sea como sea, es un hecho que merecen vivir y morir juntos.

El inicio:

In This Moment - Creep.

IAMX - Bernadette.

In This Moment - I Would Die For You.

Nico Collins - Hate Me.

Red Velvet - Feel Good.

Pierce The Veil - I Don't Care if you're Contagious.

Silence The Crow - State of Mind.

Burial:

Set It Off and Scene Queen - Win Win.

Myrath - Endure The Silence.

Marilyn Manson - Cry Little Sister.

DeathbyRomy - Day I Die.

Despeche Mode - Corrupt.

The Blake Robinson Synthetic Orchestra - An Unhealthy Obsession.

In This Moment - Bones.

Deftones - MX.

In This Moment - Sanctify Me.

In This Moment and Brent Smith - Sexual Hallucination.

Trágico Ballet - El Néctar.

Anabantha - Juramentos.

Trágico Ballet - Ataudes de Amor.

Anabantha - Crucifícame.

Trágico Ballet - Tus Monstruos.

Three Day Grace - Infra-red.

Ex Habit - Abuse Me.

Mira - Bleed for Me.

Bad Omens - Nowhere to go.

Bad Omens - The Dead of Peace of Mind.

Decay:

Motionless In White and Maria Brink - Contemptress.

Marilyn Manson - Tainted Love.

Stela Cole - Kiss or Kill.

Mr. Kitty - After Dark.

DeathbyRomy - I Kill Everything.

Voilá - The Cure For Breathing.

In This Moment - Bloody Creature Poster Girl.

Shinedown - My Name.

In This Moment - I Don't Care.

Drowling Pool - Bodies.

Bad Omens and Poppy - V.A.N.

Sirenia - The Path to Decay.

Motionless In White - Sinematic.