plans had been in motion for months now. it had been discussed, time and time again, but it was only here, now, that anything was finally starting to happen about it. their scouts had finally found the town. stray, random scouts had found it over the years, but multiple scouts had found it. which finally meant that they could start moving. it was just a matter of time. greythorne had been found. greythorne would fall, and every monster that walked it's streets would be destroyed. it was just a matter of time. its residents didn't know it yet. but day by day, hour by hour, the hunters came ever closer.
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xxxi'm sorry but i fell in love tonight
xxxi didn't mean to fall in love tonight
xxxyou're looking like you fell in love tonight
xxxcan we pretend that we're in love?
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There was a rare few hours of peace in Greythorne. As the sun peaked above the trees, still only starting to rise, and those who would rather avoid the sun slunk back indoors. The town was quiet for a few hours as people began to rise and began their day. At times like this, it was easy to forget the danger that awaited them. It was even easier for those who either didn't know or who didn't want to know.
Peace was something that Phoenix Woods hadn't known for a long time. It seemed that there was always something turbulent in his life, keeping his thoughts a constant wave of emotion. For months, his life had been the same thing. Every waking hour was spent working on the café, making sure that he was too busy to think, too busy to hurt. More than once, he'd ended up painting or building or crafting recipes at 3AM when that awful, crushing loneliness kept him awake. Even when he'd opened for business, there had always been something to do. He'd questioned so many times if this had been the right decision. But he'd had to do something, he'd had to walk away.
His parents had rang him that morning to wish him luck. The conversation had gone about as well as he'd expected, which was to say they avoided the question of when they'd be coming back to Greythorne to see him and the café, had told him how exhausted he had looked, and had boasted about how truly wonderful the French riviera was. He still had never quite forgiven them for just walking out. They'd had a bitter argument, one their relationship had never quite healed from. They made Phoenix feel as though it had been his fault they'd been "trapped" in that small town for so long. They told him on a Friday and were gone by Monday.
Phoenix sighed and leaned against the frame of the French doors, closing his eyes to soak in the sunlight for a brief moment. Today was the launch of the café. Despite the fact that it had been open for six weeks already, things hadn't been finished, and he'd literally only just gotten enough money together to fund the party. It was no wonder he looked exhausted. He didn't think he'd slept more than five hours any night in the last six months. Even last night, he'd had to wake up at 4AM to start baking for the day. He couldn't remember what it was like to feel peaceful. Or even to have energy.
But he didn't have time to dwell on it. He sighed, pulled on his leather jacket, closed the doors behind him, and made the short walk to the café. The smell of fresh paint was masked with the smell of fresh herbs and flowers, making him feel just a little more relaxed. Some of the staff were inside already, getting set up, and he just smiled and nodded at them, taking the first tray out of the oven. And the day began.
Peace was something that Phoenix Woods hadn't known for a long time. It seemed that there was always something turbulent in his life, keeping his thoughts a constant wave of emotion. For months, his life had been the same thing. Every waking hour was spent working on the café, making sure that he was too busy to think, too busy to hurt. More than once, he'd ended up painting or building or crafting recipes at 3AM when that awful, crushing loneliness kept him awake. Even when he'd opened for business, there had always been something to do. He'd questioned so many times if this had been the right decision. But he'd had to do something, he'd had to walk away.
His parents had rang him that morning to wish him luck. The conversation had gone about as well as he'd expected, which was to say they avoided the question of when they'd be coming back to Greythorne to see him and the café, had told him how exhausted he had looked, and had boasted about how truly wonderful the French riviera was. He still had never quite forgiven them for just walking out. They'd had a bitter argument, one their relationship had never quite healed from. They made Phoenix feel as though it had been his fault they'd been "trapped" in that small town for so long. They told him on a Friday and were gone by Monday.
Phoenix sighed and leaned against the frame of the French doors, closing his eyes to soak in the sunlight for a brief moment. Today was the launch of the café. Despite the fact that it had been open for six weeks already, things hadn't been finished, and he'd literally only just gotten enough money together to fund the party. It was no wonder he looked exhausted. He didn't think he'd slept more than five hours any night in the last six months. Even last night, he'd had to wake up at 4AM to start baking for the day. He couldn't remember what it was like to feel peaceful. Or even to have energy.
But he didn't have time to dwell on it. He sighed, pulled on his leather jacket, closed the doors behind him, and made the short walk to the café. The smell of fresh paint was masked with the smell of fresh herbs and flowers, making him feel just a little more relaxed. Some of the staff were inside already, getting set up, and he just smiled and nodded at them, taking the first tray out of the oven. And the day began.