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[elianxbrowne]

starter for @tannerkohli

location: cobblestone cafe

Eli had just wrapped up a day of work at Creative Haus. His head was still buzzing with the latest project details and he'd barely had time to catch his breath all day. They were days that he enjoyed, though, for as much as he loved his job. Eli made his way down to the local cafe after work as he found that it was familiar and easy to lose himself after a long day. Isla was still at work, so he had some time before needing to get back to their place. Eli walked into Cobblestone Cafe and the barista nodded to him, indicating that his usual order was going to be made. A creature of habit, typically. Eli made his way over to his usual table when he spotted a face he hadn't seen in some time. Tanner was someone he recognized from growing up in Kismet Harbor and her seemingly countless summers spent here. "Shit, Tanner Kohli?" His brow raised and he let out a laugh, "I thought I heard some rumors you were in town but I wasn't sure if people were seeing things or not."

[elianxbrowne]

"I'll keep that in mind." He nodded with a smile at his soon to be wife. "We can make champagne work or iced coffee," whatever she was feeling in that moment, Eli would make it happen for her. He always would. "A giveaway, that's a great idea." He grinned at Isla. Seeing her dreams come true and approach the one year anniversary of those dreams coming true, he couldn't be more proud of her. "People love the idea of winning something, even if it's just a gift card." He tapped his fingers in a thoughtful manner, "You could even do a couple of small surprise prizes, like a thank you for supporting us type thing." @islaricci

Isla nodded, “Oh ever since I saw this movie once as a teen where someone traveled through Northern Italy to Switzerland!” She told him, pretty sure it was a movie, but it could just as well have been a show of some kind. “I know right? Though I’d much prefer champagne myself, or and iced coffee.” She chuckled, “I don’t think a lot can match that view.” Honestly, Isla had been so busy with purchases and researching vendors, she hadn’t had much time to put much thought into the stores one year anniversary. Another reason why she was so fortunate to have Eli in her life. “Oh a giveaway! Maybe one of those everyone who buys something during our anniversary month is automatically entered into a giveaway of a gift card or something?” @elianxbrowne

[elianxbrowne]

starter for @jeremyxlieberman

location: nature reserve

Eli had been working on a new project near one of the nature reserves. The weather had made it rather impossible for him to get out there, but he had managed a trip out to the nature reserve. He had been planning to meet with Jeremy Lieberman. The two knew each other from growing up in Kismet Harbor, but there was always a shift when work got involved. It was a newer project and he wanted input, needed input from someone at Fish and Game. "Hey, Jeremy," he lifted a hand in a wave, getting out from his vehicle in the closest parking spot they could find. "I brought some coffee," he called out, grabbing both cups from the car before walking over to him.

[elianxbrowne]

starter for @lancexbrowne

location: elian's townhome at sunset ridge

Elian handed off the beer he opened up for his brother, leaning back against the counter as he took a sip of the beer. "I can't say we will be staying here too much longer," he broke the news to his brother, "we haven't found anything officially, but we've started looking for a house to buy." Eli explained, "I went to the bank and everything already right after Christmas," he went on, "we were thinking of moving to Cresthill Meadows actually and if we can't find something there, building will be our next best option."

[elianxbrowne]

starter for @islaricci

location: their place

Eli sat up as Isla walked out of the bathroom that adjoined the bedroom, "So, I've been thinking," he started off, "I know we've got a lot going on with the wedding planning and you just moved in here," even though it had been a few months at this point, "but what do we think about starting to look for a house? One that we can grow a family in?" Eli suggested to her, "We don't have to do anything right now but I wanted to put the idea out there."

[elianxbrowne]

Eli's steps were slow, cautious until he heard the shout from Sam. His own name rang in his hears and his instincts kicked in. Rushing over to Sam, he quickly outstretched his hand to grab Sam's arm and help him up. There was no time, "Come on, come on," he kept his eyes trained on the beaver that was moving far too quickly. "I think we just need to make a run for it now," Eli was breathless, worried that he'd be the next to stumble. There was a knot in his stomach. "And run fast." @samxbradford

Supposed to be. Sam's brow raised at Eli's words and he turned his head half-way toward the other as he spoke. It was unnerving. Sam was fond of animals, had always been and yet, when he looked at the beaver, it was a cold shiver that ran down his spine. At Elian's suggestion, Sam nodded, his lips pressed to a thin line. Really, really slowly. The first step was taken back, slow-motion rendered his movements uncoordinated and unsteady, as though he was stood upon uneven ground. And it was when Sam lost his balance, stumbled and found himself on the wood's flooring. There was no pain. No discomfort, until he saw the beaver drawing closer faster than it should be and the only thing that fell from Sam's lips, was a shout for help, in the shape of Eli's name. @elianxbrowne

[elianxbrowne]

starter for @owenxbentley

location: cedar bar and grill

Eli recognized Owen right away. His playful banter with Luciana had been a long time running at this point. When he had found out she was pregnant with Owen Bentley's baby, he was caught off guard. He hadn't imagined that happening for either of them and Eli and Owen shared a brief history of hooking up themselves once upon a time. It was so long ago, jealousy was hardly a problem. It just seemed that people's lives were changing all the time. "Hey, stranger," he clapped the man on the shoulder as he walked up to him, "how's the new dad life?"

[elianxbrowne]

starter for @islaricci

location: hotel in italy

"I have dinner reservations for us," Eli told Isla as he stepped into the hotel room. He had been working, leaving the love of his life to wander around Italy while he did so. It had only been a few hours, balancing both having to work and having Isla here with him. "Did you pick out anything while shopping?" He questioned, having told Isla to get something nice to wear - though he imagined she also packed something as well. However, he had given her his credit card to get anything she wanted. They were in Italy afterwards. Plus, the ring he had in his jacket pocket was eventually going to be found, considering he tended to constantly check for it. Eli thought he was being sneaky about it, but he truly had no idea if Isla suspected anything.

[elianxbrowne]

starter for @makaylahoffmann

location: nourish bistro

Relationships came and went in life but for Eli, he was able to find friendships with many people over the years, especially those that he dated in high school. There were frequent get togethers with Makayla over the years, their friendship having long blossomed. With Mack, he had someone in his life that he could trust and feel comfortable around. Though it had been some time since the two had seen one another, Eli and Mack found time on their calendars to get together. Having heard she was pregnant, Eli selected Nourish Bistro for the two of them to meet at. "Hey, Mackie," he grinned with the familiar nickname, sitting down at the table across from her, "You're looking fantastic, how are you feeling?"

[elianxbrowne]

Eli knew that he hadn't hit the mark from the way she rose her brow. "You're welcome, Detective." He said with a steady voice. "If anything comes up, don't hesitate to reach out." Perhaps he'd be more of help in a different situation, but there was a weight of disappointment that settled onto his chest. "Good luck with everything." He offered as she began to gather her things to leave his office. He said nothing further, only lifting his hand in a curt goodbye. @sashaxjones

END.

The architect's answer had missed its mark - initially at the very least and Sasha had to admit that it was likely the most Elian Browne could have offered her. He was in the dark about the complete circumstances, after all. "I see." She raised her brows for a split second only, craning her head sideways, as she contemplated the man's expression first, the outlines on the blueprint second. And then, she hummed, let another moment of silence grow, before she nodded, more to herself. "Thank you, Mr. Browne. For your time and your input." She spoke, raising from her chair with a courteous smile now visible against her features once more. @elianxbrowne

[elianxbrowne]

starter for @islaricci

location: eli and isla's place

"Was there enough space in the closet?" Eli questioned, walking into their bedroom. "We still have the spare if there's not enough room," he was grinning, joking with her, but it was also serious in nature. He had a three bedroom townhome and it had been just him for quite some time now. He certainly didn't need all the space. "You can also convert it into a work space if you need," he offered to the woman, leaning against the door frame as he watched her from across the room.

[elianxbrowne]

starter for @islaricci

location: della mode

"You ever going to make time for me again after I got you this store?" Eli teased as he wrapped his arms around Isla. He'd just gotten off work himself and decided to stop by the store before heading home to see if Isla was there. To no surprise, she was. "If I didn't know better, I think you might love this store more than you love me." Eli continued to tease his girlfriend.

[elianxbrowne]

starter for @cameronhatcher

location: wingman's pub

Eli had heard that Cameron Hatcher was back in town but in the midst of all the holidays, followed by Eli working heavily on getting Isla's shop up and ready, the two had yet to run into each other. So, when he saw him sitting at the bar at Wingman's Pub, Eli was quick to approach him. "Cameron Hatcher, as I live and breathe," he grinned at the other, placing a hand on Cameron's shoulder to give it a squeeze, "you been avoiding me this whole time?"

[elianxbrowne]

"You went a lot further than a lot of people do on their first go around. I can't tell you the number of times my pieces ended up in a similar state." He told Gabriel with a laugh. "Nothing wrong with scraping it and starting new. Art is like that sometimes. You have to break it down and build it better." He chuckled softly, "Or that's what I was told every single time I had to start over." Eli shook his head, "I'm beginning to wonder if it was just to keep me coming back." @gabrielxpierce

"It was mediocre at best. But I'll take a compliment when I can get it." He snickered, starting to properly wipe himself down so that the clay splatters were less conspicuous. "I live to perform, evidently." Elian wouldn't be the first to tell him, so maybe he should live up to the expectations. "Uh... Well.. Unless you can help me find a purpose for it as is, I should probably start anew." @elianxbrowne

[elianxbrowne]

starter for @kaceyxhuddington

location: access athletics, kacey's office

With Kacey being the owner of Access Athletics, Eli had befriended him quite some time ago. Their conversations had once revolved around Kacey's ambition to turning his life around. Those deeper conversations had given Eli a lot of respect for the other. As Access Access Athletics had been growing over the years and it had given Eli an idea so he set up meeting with Kacey. "Hey, Kacey," he offered the man his hand to shake, "I appreciate you meeting with me on such short notice."

[sternleer]

The Unraveling Room

Zorya, Year Four – Age Thirteen

The Unraveling Room was buried deeper than the dormitories, deeper even than the sealed Vaults where failed enchantments were stored under lock and sigil. It was whispered about in the halls of the Umbraeth Academy, often spoken of with nervous awe. Most students never saw it. Those who did were different afterward. Zorya Solmiran hadn’t expected to see her name on the summoning slate that morning. She stood in the middle of the dining hall with a spoon of half-eaten porridge frozen mid-air, staring at the line of chalk letters written in elegant, unwavering script:

Zorya Solmiran – Unraveling – Third Bell.

Elian had peered over her shoulder and whistled low. “Did you try to enchant the library again? What did you do?”

“Nothing,” Zorya had whispered, heart thudding in her chest. But “nothing” didn’t get you sent to the Unraveling Room.

When the bell tolled three, she descended alone. The stairwell leading there was narrow and arched, the stones slick with moisture and age. The further she went, the colder it became. Her breath fogged in front of her face, and the flickering blue torches lining the walls hissed as though irritated by her presence. Shadows twisted unnaturally, shifting out of sync with her movements. The final archway stood like the mouth of something ancient. Carved into its surface were unfamiliar runes, all angular and sharp. The heavy wooden door at its center swung open before she could touch it, creaking like a warning.

Inside, the Unraveling Room was vast, circular, and empty save for the wide stone circle etched into the floor. The runes glowed faintly, pale as moonlight. Above, the ceiling arched into darkness, vanishing from sight.

At the far edge of the room stood Mistress Iven. She was not tall, but carried herself with a presence that filled the space. Her robes were layered in deep navy and storm-grey, patterned with symbols only advanced students could decipher. Her silver-white hair was braided tightly, coiled like a serpent at the nape of her neck. The air around her shimmered faintly with aether.

“Zorya Solmiran,” she said, voice calm but toneless. “Step into the circle.” Zorya hesitated only a moment before obeying. As soon as her foot crossed the boundary, the world seemed to still. Her ears rang. The pressure against her skin changed—magic settled around her like a second skin, prickling with energy. “The circle,” Mistress Iven began, her eyes distant, “reads your essence. Your mind. It touches the tether that binds you to the Weave. You cannot lie to it. You cannot hide from it. Whatever you carry, it will know.” Zorya nodded once, her mouth dry. She clenched her hands to stop them from trembling. Mistress Iven lifted her hand. “Begin.”

The circle ignited in silence. Threads of silver and violet light wove up from the runes, curling around Zorya’s ankles like vines. She gasped as the lights spiraled upward, wrapping around her body, not tightly, but firmly. They sank into her skin, her thoughts. A ripple surged through her mind. And then, suddenly, her memories weren’t just hers anymore—they played out in front of her like pages flipping in a book.

She saw herself at ten, standing in front of the Academy’s black stone gates, clutching her mother’s hand. Elaria’s eyes had been unreadable then, as always. Zorya hadn’t cried when she left—she’d wanted to—but not in front of her mother.

A new memory.

She and Elian hiding behind shelves in the forbidden archives, giggling uncontrollably as a spellbook with teeth tried to chase them out.

Another—humiliation, hot and burning—failing her firecasting mid-practical. Sparks had fizzled into smoke and laughter.

Then something else.

A flash of red sky. Screams. The ground cracked open, and a monstrous shadow loomed over her. Her own voice—older, hoarse—rose in a language she’d never studied. And her eyes… Her eyes weren’t brown in that memory. They were white with light. “No,” she murmured, stumbling, but the circle held her in place. The light condensed into a shape. From her shadow stepped another her, built of flame and smoke, with glowing veins and a presence that pressed against Zorya’s lungs. Her double looked at her—not cruelly, not kindly, but knowingly. Then she reached out and pressed her hand to Zorya’s chest. A word bloomed in Zorya’s mind. Not spoken. Wake.

Zorya screamed. The runes burst into a brief, blinding flare—and then everything was still. She crumpled to her knees, trembling, heart racing as if she’d run for miles. The silence afterward was deafening. Mistress Iven approached at last. Her expression was unreadable. “What did you see?” she asked quietly. Zorya blinked up at her. “Nothing. I… I don’t know.” Mistress Iven watched her for a long moment. “Very well. You are dismissed.” Zorya stumbled out of the circle. Her legs shook all the way back up the spiral stair, and when she finally emerged into the light of the upper halls, everything felt too loud, too bright, too unreal. She didn’t tell Elian. She didn’t write it in her journal. But that night, her reflection in the dormitory mirror moved a second too late. And the ink in her spellbook began to shift into symbols she didn’t remember learning.

From that day on, something deep inside her refused to settle. And Mistress Iven, in her private chambers, wrote a single sentence into a locked leather-bound ledger:

“The Weave remembers her.”