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Oliver Brennan

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OLIVER BRENNAN

"you deserve good things and I want to be one of them"
- ellen hopkins






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NAMEXX Oliver Kendry Brennan

NICKNAMESXX Oli, O

AGEXX Twenty-Two

SEXUALITYXX Bisexual
xxxxxNATIONALITYXX Irish-American

SPECIESXX Half-Elf

D.O.B.XX November 5th

HEXXX #CD884A








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HEIGHTXX 6'2'

HAIR COLORXX Red
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxWEIGHTXX 165lbs

EYE COLORXX Green-Blue




Since most Americans associate redheads with the is Oliver is a terribly give away. His moderately long, curly, fiery ginger hair is almost always piled atop his head in a modern updo. Or in some cases when he refuses to get out of bed a mass of curls that fan out to make him look like a slightly-tamed lion. His sister however, always commented on how soft his hair was, she was frankly jealous of it he'd add. Unfortunately he ALWAYS gets confused as a Leprechaun, not that he has anything against the buggers but, well you know, Along with his 'Lucky the Leprechaun' look his eyes are a striking dark green complimented by his pale and rather freckled complexion. Oliver has always been rather lanky standing at an impressive 6'1''. No matter how much soccer or rugby his parents threw him into he always remained rather skinny. Although Oli inherited most of his Irish features from his father, he definitely shows his mother's side through his prominent bone structure. The only thing that hints to his elven parentage is his above average height and slightly pointed ears, although they are not as prominent as his siblings.

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XXβž₯ Healing : Adana's family were exceptional elven healers within their congregation and Oli inherited much of his talents from his mother. Oliver can heal others through light magic, speeding any or all aspects even to the point of regenerating whole limbs (he's not that talented though - or at least he's too afraid to try). Oli not only can heal others but himself as well, being able to heal even the nastiest of wounds. As for limitations go Oliver's are quite troublesome when it comes to performing his job. For one, he can only heal someone by touch, he can't heal a person's wounds from far away or even if they stand right next to him. He also has to place his hand at a central part of the body: so far over the heart or the temple. Oliver has noticed he's stronger when placing his hand over the heart. There has to be contact or his magic won't work. Larger wounds take longer to heal which is expected but can sometimes be a hassle. Oliver has never been able to heal any mental wounds and his magic is strictly limited to physical ailments. Unfortunately, Oli cannot bring back the dead, the person has to have some shred of life left for him to be able to heal.

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PERSONALITYXXX Oliver has never been the loudest kid. He was frequently drowned out by three older brothers and a sister at home, all of whom had mastered raising their voices to be heard since childhood. Oli, the youngest of the lot, had to cultivate a different technique. Unlike his siblings, Oliver takes his time, slips in the side, and wins people over with a bad joke. Well, either that or he waits to be noticed. That last method isn't always the easiest, but he can be slightly lacklustre at times, preferring to sit and wait for things to come to him, rather than seek them out himself. The lazy cat in him, slumbering all day, frequently appears.

Compassionate, Oliver's not found it terribly hard to make friends in Greythorne when he does take the active step. He's a good listener, and generally understands what might be troubling his friends. After all, working at his mother's clinic has caused him to have astounding patience. He may not always have the right advice, a lack of life experience holding him back on that front, but the good intentions are there. That, along with a general friendliness means he's well-liked. He keeps a close group of friends, but is capable of adjusting as needed to other personalities. Oli is adaptable that way, or impressionable if you prefer. He can adapt to fit in, sometimes intentionally, other times it's subconscious.

Looking at him, you never would've guessed the boy to be an elf. Correction, half-elf. Clumsy, shy, lackluster, and awkward the boy is definitely lacking in the 'regal, ethereal being department'. His mother simply says that it's the human in him, and that it keeps him grounded. Yet his siblings seemed to have the whole 'elf' thing down. They've all gone off to prestigious universities and Oliver is stuck in Greythorne with his parents. This has all lead to a insecure, awkwardly, shy, boy. Truly the only thing holding him back is himself. However, he is quite intelligent, and his thoughtfulness and peaceful nature help denote slightly to his Elf nature. Although his human side overshadows it.

That's not to say everyone likes him, and that fact stings Oliver at times. He doesn't have a hard skin, and finds insults slide right through his thin armour. 'Over-sensitive', some might brand him. Oli tends to take such comments on board, thinking about the insults for far longer than any compliments.

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HISTORYXXXOliver was the last of the Brennan children, the youngest of five, and the least useful child. Or at least that's what he tells himself. Adana Nhadiril, Oliver's mother was a high Elf from a small congregation of Narthalar Elves residing in Killarney. A natural at light and healing magic she eventually found a passion for medicine and found herself amongst the human world practicing medicine. Of course, her methods came off as highly holistic and a little questionable but she worked hard to hide her true nature amongst the humans. That was of course, until she met Charlie Brennan. A young, passionate Cardiologist with handsome charm and a gleam in his eye. Adana instantly fell in love. It wasn't illegal for an elf to marry a human, but it was certainly frowned upon. Charlie took the news of marrying an Elf surprisingly well, but he always told Oliver that he would've married their mother regardless of who or what she was. The hardest choice she had to make was leaving her family but she soon found that she had made her own with Charlie. Adana followed him back home to the states where they settled in New Hampshire and built a family. They moved around quite a bit as Charlie moved from clinic to clinic presenting research, while Adana cared for the children.

Adana soon found her passion in medicine with the Supernatural. Of course a werewolf couldn't just walk into a hospital without fear of being found out so she set a goal to set up supernatural clinics around the states. She successfully set up many clinics in supernatural based towns, staying to help build the foundation before moving to the next town and the next. Eventually one by one Oliver's siblings began to leave their traveling medical circus as his brothers were more interested in politics and his sister Raina was an artist. Oliver, however, was, well, he wasn't really sure. It's why he stuck with his mother and father, and learned his mother's way of healing. He was actually quite good at it, though he would never admit that. It wasn't long before she found Greythorne. By the time they moved, Oliver was twenty-one and has spent most of the time helping his mother with setting up the clinic in town. He didn't mind not getting to know the residents, him and his parents normally only stayed in town about a year before moving on. So far he's been in Greythorne for a few months.

So begins...

Oliver Brennan's Story

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Character Portrait: Phoenix Woods Character Portrait: Jaiden Price Character Portrait: Aurora  O'Siodhachain Character Portrait: Alex Garcia Character Portrait: Oliver Brennan

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OLIVER BRENNAN
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If he was being honest with himself, Oliver really didn't want to be on festival duty. His mother had insisted he work First Aid, but Oli knew it was a simple attempt to get him to socialize more with the townsfolk. What good that was doing too. He didn't understand why she cared so much about him putting himself out there. They'd only be in Greythorne for a couple more months like every town. When his mother first started opening up clinics he tried branching himself out only to find

A. He was a horrible conversationalist.
B. People were scarily unpredictable.
C. A couple months was not enough time to make friends. Good ones at least.

Yet, here he was surrounded by a few small children's rides while his parents were out enjoying the festivities. So far he had patched up three small cuts, a few hot apple cider burns, given out sixteen icepacks, and even pulled a splinter out of a child. Not that he minded helping others, he was actually quite good at it, Oliver just detested being placed in unpredictable social situations. It was so out of his element. Besides, if the worst thing he was going to see was a tiny splinter then it was going to be a pretty boring couple of hours.

So when the (crazy) fairy girl came running up to his booth and grabbed him by the collar he knew he was in trouble. God, she was tiny - but so scary. After moving to town Aurora had been in the clinic a few times, and talked his ear off with each visit. His mom loved her. Recognized her too the moment she walked in, apparently the news of her congregation's death spread fast and since the Elves were rather close with the fae they were amongst the first to chat about it. Oliver felt bad for her, yet at the same time could never understand how a person with her baggage could seem so happy.

Holding a ridiculously large unicorn in one arm she grabbed him swiftly by the collar with her other and yanked him down to her height earning a small yelp from him in the process Her eyes were frantic, he'd never seen her so upset (or even upset for that matter) "Oliver, I need you help-" She really didn't seem to be hurt anywhere as he gave her a once over "my friend is hurt. Really, really bad and I need you- please you have to do something". Oliver paled slightly at the request, how could someone get seriously injured at the festival? Perhaps the most dangerous thing here was the tiny Ferris wheel. "Well, uhm - yeah but-" He sputtered out as she barely gave him a chance to process the situation, yanking him out of the booth and through the crowd. Oliver tried to apologize to disgruntled festival goers as Aurora mowed through the crowd taking him with her. "Can you explain the injury? Broken bone? Concussion?" He called to her, of course she didn't respond. The fairy stopped abruptly pointing in the direction of a poorly lit alley. "There?" His tone was entirely afraid. She nodded before shoving him in that direction, and by the time he turned to ask her about the injury again she was gone.

Oliver stared at the alley, his mind thinking of all the horrible scenarios that could go down. Still, if someone needed help he had to. So he placed one foot in front of the other towards the dark, scary alley trying not to think about how he just took instructions from one of the greatest tricksters on the planet. When he reached the alley, Oliver did not expect the scene before him. Two people, a man and woman were hovered over another man on the ground - he really couldn't get an apt look at his face yet. And another was... well, yes, tied to the ground with vines? Oliver wasn't going to ask any questions. He had never seen any of them before, they must've never visited the clinic. The man had a particularly nasty gash in his shoulder and Oliver quickly noted the injury in his mind like his mother had taught him. The woman looked fine, just... pissed. Very pissed. Aurora never said anything about two injuries. Damn fairies. They were both too focused on the person in front of them to even acknowledge his presence so he cleared his throat awkwardly his face aflame when they finally noticed them, afraid they might pounce on him too. "I'm here to help!" He thought that was the best thing to start with, considering the woman looked murderious. "I'm uh, Oliver. Sorry erhm, Aurora sent me" He bounced on the balls of his feet suddenly wishing his mother was here, she was much better with the talking. "I- I can heal him... I think" Maybe he should've left off the last part. Sure the worst thing he'd ever healed was a broken femur but this couldn't be that bad right?

Oliver just let the healer in him take over and he kneeled to the ground next to the two hovering over the body finally glancing at the face of the person on the ground. Oh dear. Alejandro Garcia. Twenty-Three. Male. Witch. Oliver could never forget his chart. He was quite impressionable when he came in for a cold. Oli barely recognized him, he had been beaten bloody. This was no kiddy-ride accident. This was targeted. A wave of fear washed over him, and he realized that he had probably gotten in way over his head. Come on Oliver, just do your job. Oliver placed a hand at Alex's wrist. Cold, he was terrifyingly cold. For a fleeting moment he thought the man was dead. Finally he felt the faintest of a pulse, and let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. Digging into his pack he grabbed his small flashlight and briefly checked Alex's eyes, they were almost completely rolled back and dilated. Not good. Oliver quickly dug into his pack again pulling out a roll of gauze. He shoved it into the hands of the woman and pointed at the other man's gash in his shoulder. "You need to pack and apply pressure with that with guaze to stop the bleeding. I- I can't do two things at once, and Alex will die if I don't do something now" That was the only explanation Oliver offered the strangers before grabbing his small pocket knife out of his bag. There had to be internal damage. Oliver had never healed someone to this degree, this might even be a challenge for his mother. His hands were shaky as he used the knife to cut through the top of Alex's costume - he sincerely hoped he didn't mind, but it was either that or let him die. Oliver placed one hand over the other, and placed his hands directly over Alex's heart. And he closed his eyes, and pushed every ounce of magic he had into Alex's body.

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Character Portrait: Jaiden Price Character Portrait: Markus Valegood Character Portrait: Violet Marsden Character Portrait: Evelyn Fox Character Portrait: Alex Garcia Character Portrait: Zada min Albahr Character Portrait: Oliver Brennan

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M A R K U S V A L E G O O D

| Outfit | Location: Fall Festival |

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Markus growled under his breath slightly at the comment of him being grumpy, he admitted he wasn't always the nicest person to be around but grumpy? That was a bit of a stretch, for him anyway. He shook his head trying to not let the comment get to him too much, she was teasing and that's all it was. He began to nod in agreement when Evelyn asked if they wanted to go have some fun and play some games, but after a moment of merely scanning the area, a chill ran down his spine. All of the small hairs on the back of his neck bristled, standing on end, as well as the tips of his ears twitched as if his wolf senses felt something before he could. It was then that he realized what it was that he felt, dread, and a primal fear he hadn't felt in some time. They were all in danger. Everyone here was at risk of being in danger, he didn't know why, not until an all too familiar smell wafted his way through the air. He knew what it was, and the scent caused him to be even more unnerved.

Blood. Someone was hurt, and by the strength of the smell, it was multiple people. If he let his wolf side take control, it would become a feeding frenzy, like a starved shark drawn to blood in the water. He knew where the target was located, "That, that would be a good idea, Eve." he mumbled, his mind elsewhere but was still able to understand what she meant. He nodded at the both of them and began to make his way towards where the scent came from, slowly shedding off his costume, dropping the hat and mask behind him as he walked, stalking the scent. Finally, he came to the scene of the smell.

Markus immediately knew what had happened, the scene before him was evident enough. Hunters were indeed here, specifically Branded ones. They were no longer safe, Greythorne was no longer safe if it ever was. He looked down at the scene before him, Alex was laying on the ground, his heartbeat was barely audible, and as he scanned the area, Jaiden was already at work on bandaging up Phoenix, the local witch with the cafe. He grunted, his skin crawled as he looked at the man trapped within the vines, "You'll be mine next." he said with a deepened voice as the wolf within was slowly crawling its way to the surface.

He looked at the others and sighed, picking up a few more scents that led into the forest, knowing full well who it was. It was the other Branded ones. Three to be specific, one smelt slightly burnt, clearly having been attacked by Jaiden, a smile formed, she did well to scare away three hunters by her own, he thought to himself. But scaring them away wouldn't do enough to keep them away forever, they would come back, with more men, heavily armed, and would slaughter everyone. He took a deep breath and stalked his way into the forest as he cracked his neck, closing his eyes for a moment, when they opened they were of his wolf's side, mimicking eyes of wolves, as well as his jaw and canine teeth elongating. He was now a predator on the hunt for its prey and he was going to track it down if it took him all night. The further he went into the forest, the stronger a smell he picked up, but this time, it was blood. Lots, and lots of blood. Markus kept to the shadows as he slowly prowled about until he saw a form in the darkness, hunched over something.



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Violet picked up on what the two were trying to say, they were in danger and would need to get out of here, but not without making sure the others were safe as well. Violet too felt something was off, watching as Markus got into a trance-like state, waling away and into the crowd. She knew what that meant, and proceeded to follow after him, grabbing onto Evelyn's wrist and practically dragged her along through the crowd. Bobbing and weaving through the mass of people until they made their way into a small alleyway, where a horrific scene awaited them. Alex was on the ground being tended to by someone Violet had never seen before, but how he was acting and what he was saying showed he was there to help, clearing helping Alex. Jaiden was also there, tending to a wound on Phoenix' shoulder. A man was wrapped up in vines, clearly one of the people responsible for this attack. The aura she got off of him, as well as the one she saw radiating off of him was pure dread and malice. She growled under her breath, finally going over to Alex, seeing he was still out cold, she knelt down beside the man who was tending to him, "I-I'm a friend of his." she stuttered, gently placing her hand on him she could feel his soul slipping further and further away as his heart rate slowed more and more as time went on. "C'mon, you asshole. You can't die yet, that's my job and mine alone." she whispered softly into his ear as she looked down at Alex, there was nothing she could do, well, there was one, and it wasn't safe and would more than likely end with Alex dying. She couldn't take that risk, all she was able to do was stay there and keep her eye on him as he laid there, motionless.

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Character Portrait: Phoenix Woods Character Portrait: Jaiden Price Character Portrait: Violet Marsden Character Portrait: Aurora  O'Siodhachain Character Portrait: Alex Garcia Character Portrait: Cassiel Davis Character Portrait: Oliver Brennan

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ImageAurora nearly ran face first into Jaiden's back as she stopped abruptly and Rory glanced over her shoulder slightly. "What? Is something wrong?" Her face paled as Jaiden grabbed her shoulders and told her to run. "Jaiden, what do you mean? What's going on?" The witch didn't respond as she dashed off through the crowd, leaving Aurora terrified and confused. She ran after Jaiden, catching glimpses of the witch as she pushed through the crowd before seeing her break through and run into one of the side alleys. That was when she saw the crumpled form of her friend laying on the pavement and also when all hell broke loose. People began screaming and running in all directions, swallowing up the small fairy whole. She fell to the pavement scrapping her knee and ripping her tights as she was stampeded by a group of terrified townsfolk. Her unicorn plush was kicked from her grasp, and she soon lost sight of it after a few moments. Aurora managed to crawl to the side of one of the booths, using the railing to hoist herself upright. It was the same booth that she had bought cider from earlier that evening. Except the smiling Sylph that had served her was now crumpled in the corner her apron stained red with blood. Aurora's eyes widened in horror, and she tried to scream but nothing came out. Instead she stumbled backwards in fear and was only snapped out of her trance when someone running almost took her out again.

Lynn. Oh god, her baby brother. She had left him to take care of her booth. The thought of him was the only thing propelling her legs to move as she tore through the crowd to where she had set up her booth. But. Her friends, someone was hurt. It could be any of them. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed the flaming red hair of the elf that she knew worked at the clinic. The fae made a beeline for him, and allowed no questions asked before she shoved him in the direction of her friends. Oh for the love of all things good she hoped they were okay.

Aurora sprinted back to her booth, her heart sinking as an array of pots and plants were smashed and destroyed. "No, no, no" She repeated to herself as she got closer, she couldn't lose them again. Not again. A horrible sob racked her body as she neared the cart with Lynn nowhere in sight. "Lynn! Lynn where are you?" She yelled at the top of her lungs, her eyes frantically searching the crazed crowd around her. "Aurora!" She was afraid that his voice was merely a ghost until she spotted him a few booths down, cowering behind a cardboard sign. Aurora sprinted over to him, wrapping him in a hug, silent tears falling down her cheek. "Oh god, Lynn. I thought- I really-" "Aurora it's okay, I'm fine. I promise. Aurora, the hunters-" "I know, I know. You need to leave now. Tell Lucinda to lock and board the doors, okay?" Since Nymphs were Earthen spirits, they could travel by tree. It was a fascinating thing to see, and Rory had always been a little jealous of her adoptive family. "But what about you?" Lynn looked at her with pleading eyes. "I'll be fine, I promise. I just need you to get home okay. I just need to make sure you're safe." She smoothed a lone piece of hair out of his face and guided him to the small oak behind the booth. "Go" She said ushering him to it. He gave her one last sorrowful look before he faded into the tree and was gone. Aurora let out a heavy sigh of relief, wiping the tears away from her face and turning back to the chaos ensuing in front of her. Her friends. She had to find them.

Aurora tore through the crowd, as much as a girl of her stature could. She could just see the alleyway in the distance before someone grabbed the back of her dress, knocking her down onto the asphalt. Aurora promptly had the breath taken out from her as a woman brandishing a scary looking scar on her face wrestled her to the ground, pinning her arms to her sides. Rory screamed and tried to squirm but the woman had a grip of iron. "Well, what do we have here?" She spat as Rory continued to struggle in her grip. "Let me go!" The woman simply chuckled at her attempt, "how cute". Aurora knew there was no way she was getting out of this. She tried to glance around her but everybody seemed to be running and not paying attention to the small fae on the ground. As Aurora turned her head the women got a good glance at her ears and her eyes widened slightly. "A fairy huh? You know I always heard you lot were useless but I never actually believed them. Such a shame really, what a waste" The woman switched her grip to Rory's throat and squeezed. Aurora screamed in instinct but it simply came out as a choked wheeze. She desperately tried to claw at the woman's face but her grip was made of iron, and it wasn't long before Aurora's vision began to blur. Is this how her family felt? Is this what it feels like to die? Aurora struggled on a few moments longer before she eventually felt her body relax, she desperately tried to think of her friends in the moment. Of Lynn. Lynn was safe. That's all that mattered.





Cas saw Phoenix’s expression change in an instant and he knew he should’ve just been quiet about the whole ordeal. Should’ve just offered to take him home. β€œPhoenix! Wait, Phoenix stop!” Cas called after him as the witch sprinted off into the crowd leaving him in a crowd of confused festival goers. They were being ambushed. Hunters, seemingly hiding under the guises of townsfolk just waiting for the most vulnerable moment to pounce. It was clever and calculated. Humans, such troubled, mindless creatures yet so profound. Cas had been watching them make mistakes for centuries, and they only seemed to get more chaotic and messy as the years went by. He should walk away. This event would be the perfect escape for him, to leave and never come back. Cas thought about it, as he ran after Phoenix. He was getting more lenient as the years went on maybe colder, but maybe he was just tired. Tired of it all. The moving, the hiding, the lying. Or maybe it was the guilt. So many times he slipped away when he could’ve helped, so many lives lost. Sure he wasn’t the heavenly angel he once was, but Cas still had morals, he still had a heart.

By the time he reached the alley, he feared he was too late. His gaze shifted from Alex’s seemingly lifeless body to Phoenix. Cas’s eyes fell instantly to the dark maroon that had begun to bleed through the shirt on his shoulder. He wanted to go to him, heal him, comfort him, berate him for being foolish, but he kept his distance and instead held Phoenix’s gaze. It seemed that his witch friend had already begun to help patch him up. A shout at the end opposite end of the alley caught his attention. His eyes darkened. It seemed that the hunters had come looking for their friend. Cas briefly glanced to the others then to the witch helping Phoenix, β€œDo not let go of that gauze, and do not move” He didn’t need anyone else getting caught up in the violence. 

Cas sprinted towards the end of the alley, his blue eyes a now steely grey. Four of the men slowed to a stop in his presence and he heard the thoughts filtering through their head. What was he? Or better yet, what could kill him? He really didn’t want to break the bad news to them. It seemed that the men didn’t want to stop and chat either as the all four charged him. For Cas it seemed as if time slowed to a stop and with the fluidity and grace of a dancer he avoided the men’s blows, knocking two off their feet and punching another square in the jaw. The fourth came up behind him and attempted to grab him from behind but Cas flipped him over his head hard on the pavement with a sickening crunch. It was then one used the distraction to stab him in the slide with a rather wicked looking blade, but Cas felt nothing at all. The man was astounded at his reaction backing away slightly. Yes, that’s right, leave Cas thought as he stared the man down. He didn’t want to kill anyone, at least not if he had to. Of course, these buffoons couldn’t take the hint. Cas had merely been putting on a show, at least to scare them off. It hadn’t seemed to work. So when two came charging at him, Cas flicked his wrist in the general direction and the mens’ neck snapped in an instant both dropping like flies. He flinched slightly at the sight, it wasn’t pretty. The man on the ground had begun to stir after being knocked out and the other one looked in horror at his two friends. β€œYou- you’re the devil!” He shouted backing down the alley as the corner of Cas’s mouth shifted up in a slight smirk. β€œSomething like that” He called after the man took of running. The angel sighed walking over to the man on the ground, crouching to his level. β€œI’m sorry” He said quietly before slowly closing his hand into a fist, the man’s neck snapping with a small crack.

Cas wiped his hands on his jeans and stood back up glancing back down the alley. It was when he finally assumed that the hunters were gone when his shoulders hunched and he fell sideways against the brick wall of the alley. His skin was so pale it had become practically translucent, and his hands were trembling. It had been years since Cas had used his abilities, as even the smallest bit drained everything from him. It was at this point he became practically, human. He coughed, wiping his hand on his mouth smearing blood on the back of his hand and no doubt his face. He probably looked like a vampire. Not to mention the wounds on his back had begun to sting. No doubt they had reopened, as if his wings had been tore off yesterday. He began to shuffle back down the alley towards the others, trying his utmost to regain his composure but felt like he had been to hell and back.

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Character Portrait: Phoenix Woods Character Portrait: Jaiden Price Character Portrait: Violet Marsden Character Portrait: Aurora  O'Siodhachain Character Portrait: Oliver Brennan

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Jaiden nodded as the stranger instructed her on what to do, keeping the gauze tightly placed on the open wound, doing her best to keep it from bleeding any farther, if not being able to slow it down enough. She looked up as Violet moved from Alex to Phoenix, putting pressure on the wound as she looked past Jaiden into where the carnival was, "Go help, Aurora. She needs someone, I can sense it. I got this. I have enough time left to help.." she said softly as she nodded, Jaiden looked at her and nodded, quickly sprinting to her feet as she got up and made her way back to where the fair was, people were scattered and almost everyone had left in a mass panic. Great, people panicked, she thought to herself as she walked through the panic torn remains of the festival. She looked around and saw torn remains of damaged goods and toys, torn down booths, trambled chairs and stools. It was a mess, all because of those damned hunters. She groaned as she continued her search for Aurora, finally seeing two figures off in the distance. She kept to the shadows and alleyways, making sure she was out of sight and out of mind with whoever it was, if it was another hunter, she'd have to be careful.

She felt her heart and stomach drop when she got close enough to realize what was happening, it was some stranger holding someone up by their throat, slowly squeezing tighter and tighter, their will clearly fading fast as they were limp. It was Aurora. A small growl escaped her lips as she needed to act fast and careful, she couldn't attack the hunter and put Aurora in danger, and she couldn't be slow in case the hunter outright killed her. There was nothing she could do that would prevent the latter from happening. She shook her head as that same small voice came back in her mind, it was above a whisper, but she could hear it. She knew what it was saying, what it was trying to get her to do. It was the same voice she heard the day her parents died, well, murdered...And it was the same voice she heard earlier. It always said the same thing in a haunting whisper, Burn them. the voice said. It sent a chill down her spine, she wanted to give in and make them pay, make all the hunters pay, it would be so easy. She could do it with a snap of her fingers, and burn everything down around her. But it would make her the same monster she was years prior, nothing would have changed, she would have only gone back to letting her instincts take over, it was something she couldn't afford. Not now.

Jaiden slowly had a plan form in her mind as she slowly stepped out from the shadows, hands behind her back as she slowly proceeded forward towards the hunter and fairy. "Let her down, and we'll give you whatever you want, okay? No one else has to die." she said softly, fear was evident in her voice as she spoke. The hunter snapped her head in the direction where Jaiden came from, a small, chilling grin formed on her face, "And why would I do that?" she questioned, her voice was cold as ice and chilling to the bone. No emotion, no feeling, no humanity. As if she was a puppet on strings. Jaiden took a long sigh as she slowly moved forward, stopping as the woman took out a small silver blade, placing it right to the fairy's stomach. "Move any further, and I'll gut her." the woman stated coldly, her eyes as dark as an empty void, seeming to pierce her very soul.

The witch took a deep breath, calming her nerves. Raising her hands above her head, exposing empty hands to the woman. "You said it yourself, right? Fairy's are useless, they have no point. What you really want, is a witch. Someone useful and powerful, someone that could be on your side or give you the information that you want. So, drop her, and I'll let you have what you want." she said as calmly as she could, trying her best to sound as confident as she could. She knew what she said would hurt Aurora's feelings, but she needed to say it, to make sure she was safe and untouched, at least as much as she could help it. The woman's gaze fell from Aurora for a moment, and up to Jaiden. Eyeing her silently, a grin formed as she dropped Aurora into the hard, cold cement below. Slowly walking forwards towards Jaiden.

Perfect, she thought. With a flick of her wrist the hunter was surrounded by pillars of fire, walling her off from escaping as well as attacking her or Aurora. The woman let out a sharp hiss as she eyed the witch that stood before her, who slowly began walking. The closer she got, the smaller the pillars of fire got to her, slowly boxing the hunter in. The woman glared at jaiden as she felt the heat of the fire get closer, and closer. Her skin was slowly heating up and began to blister, as Jaiden's anger rose, the heat and power of the fire grew. Jaiden looked to the side for a moment, seeing Aurora was on the ground, her chest rising and falling, but slowly, she would be okay for now at least. Jaiden snapped her attention back to the hunter, slowly closing the distance between the two, Jaiden reached through the wall of hellish flames, latching onto the woman's wrist, squeezing tightly with a seering pain, which left a small burn on the hunter's wrist. "Let that be a warning. Get the fuck out of here, before I change my mind and burn you where you stand." she said coldly, any emotion or empathy had all but left her in the moment of when she locked eyes with the hunter.

Just as quickly as the wall of flames appeared, they were gone, the hunter looked away, cursed the witch and made a run for it, disappearing into the treeline. Burn them..., the voice sounded once more in her head. Jaiden shook her head, "Leave me alone." she mumbled under her breath. Snapping back to reality, Jaiden quickly ran over to the fairy, kneeling down beside her she checked her breathing once more, it was raspy, but she would be fine, until further notice. Jaiden gently placed her hand on the woman's shoulder, she was there, but not fully coherent. With as much strength as she could muster she gently picked Aurora up and carried her in her arms, back to the group of the others, she'd need help and Jaiden wasn't going to risk any more of her friends being hurt. Not tonight. "You'll be okay" she said softly as she neared the group still in the alley, tending to the others.

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Character Portrait: Violet Marsden Character Portrait: Alex Garcia Character Portrait: Oliver Brennan

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Oliver knew something was off. He had never felt anything like how he did now whenever he healed anyone. The world around him seemed to blur as he solely focused on pushing his magic through his body and into Alex's. Exactly how his mother had taught him. 'We are simply a channel Oliver, guiding the magic to where we want it to be' He could hear her plainly in his mind. Elves, at least, Narthalarian Elves used the world's natural magic that already existed, manipulating it to their will. His mother had channeled this into healing others. But there was always a price, the magic teetered on a balance and it was not meant to be tipped. Yet, he felt like he was doing exactly that. Normally when healing, Oliver felt a rush of warm power flow through him and into another, this felt like lava in his veins. And for once Oliver felt a tugging sensation on himself too, like he was being slightly drained. It didn't make any sense, and it frightened him, but he refused to let go. Alex's skin was still cold to the touch under his fingertips. It never took this long. Why was it taking this long?

He was pulled out of his trance-like state when he felt another presence next to him, faint - like a whisper. Oliver turned his head slightly to the side noticing a rather translucent looking girl hovered over Alex, whispering to him. From the way she looked, Oliver deduced she must've been a ghost. It was then something clicked in him, as he remembered something his mother had taught him when he was younger. He was just a child at the time, maybe nine, and he set with his mother watching his grandma sleep in her bed, his face contorted in confusion.

"Mom, I don't understand. Can't we help her?" She kneeled down to his height clutching his cheeks in her hand. "Darling, we can't help them if they don't want our help" He pouted at her response, a fickle child he was. "I don't get it, you can help her feel better!" A look of pity passed over his mother's face and she smoothed a wild lock of curly red hair back in place. "You'll understand it one day, Dilthen ae".

With his hand still firmly pressed against Alex's chest he spoke frantically to the ghost girl. "Can you- Can you talk to him?" Oliver squeezed his eyes shut for a moment as if in thought, trying to decide exactly how to phrase his sentence. "I need you to tell him to accept it. I can't do anything if he doesn't let me. Do you understand? This won't work if he doesn't want to come back. Just tell him to find me, please where ever he is." He flicked his gaze back to the witch and took another deep breath as he continued to let the magic flow through him. Damnit Alex, just let me help you! He thought angrily.

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Character Portrait: Phoenix Woods Character Portrait: Violet Marsden Character Portrait: Alex Garcia Character Portrait: Oliver Brennan

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Violet looked at Phoenix and nodded as he told her to go help Alex instead, he needed it more than he did. "Just keep the pressure on your arm, got it?" she said with a rather authoritative tone. She quickly turned and got up, going back over to Oliver and Alex, she could feel that her time was slowly coming to an end, and soon enough her ability to interact with the corporeal world would end and she'd go back to being the ghostly figure once more. She took a deep breath and nodded as Oliver pleaded with her, to try and talk to Alex if she could, and if so, she needed to tell him to let Oliver heal him. She nodded, closing her eyes she placed her hands on his temples and whispered softly, "I will kill you if you die here, Alex." she said with a rather stern and upset tone. She took one more deep breath, closing her eyes and focused. One moment she was there with everyone, and the next she was gone. Opening her eyes she found herself in a place that was like Greythorne, but it wasn't at the same time. Buildings were in different spots, new places were in areas where there were empty lots or woods, and the fog. So much fog covered the area, remaining low to the ground giving it more of an unworldly feel.

She looked all around for any sign of Alex, not seeing anything until a figure slowly began to form together right in front of her eyes. It was Alex, but he didn't look normal, he looked partially transparent and none human, looking much like how Violet looked every day. She smiled and quickly jogged up to him as he called to her, asking if she could see him and hear him. "Alex!" she said rather cheerfully, but her happiness soon died down as she realized what was going on. She knew where they were, what this realm was, and what it was capable of. "And yes, I can hear you, you jackass." she said rather coldly as she spoke to him, for years Alex had treated her like garbage and tried convincing her that she was dead and that it was okay to move on. But only because he was tired of her denial and trying to act like she was alive. He was nice and sympathetic for the first few years, but it was evident that as time went on, he grew tired of it and wished she'd just disappear. She could feel some malice and anger flow through her, but she needed to help him and make sure he got out of this hell hole and back to the real world. As much of a dick as he was to her, he didn't deserve to die, not like this.

She looked around as he mentioned the others, it was true, small forms were around them, they were still where the others were, but at the same time, they weren't. They could hear whispers from the other world from the others and see them as nothing more but ghostly shadows trapped behind a translucent veil. Violet stepped closer to him and grabbed him by the wrist when he said he had to go somewhere, "Alex, stop! If you go, you're going to die and we can't have that happen. As much of a jackass as you are, and as much as I'd like you to know how it feels to die, you don't deserve this. Not now." her voice was cold but slightly sympathetic. It was true, she didn't want anyone to have to deal with this, especially not Alex. Her eyebrow quirked when he asked if things were always this quiet as he looked off into the distance. It wasn't quiet, not for her anyway, it was loud. All too loud, as if a thousand beings were screaming far off in the distance, and the farther they walked the closer and louder it became. She forcefully tugged him backward, closer to her as she looked at him with a horrified expression. She knew what this place was and how dangerous it was, she had been here before she came back and she wanted to leave as soon as she could.

"Alex, I know you've never listened to me a day in your god damned life, but now you have to. It's not safe, if you follow what your gut is telling you, you will not come back, and if you do, you will not be the same. We need to get out of here." she pleased, pulling him back along with her. "I sure as hell have wanted you to know what it was like to be dead. To not ever have anyone acknowledge you, or ever be kind to you. To act as though they can't see you, or if they can they ignore you. To know the emptiness and lonliness I've felt for the past ten years, but you don't deserve it, not even after all the hell you put me through." she finally took a deep breath after she found herself rambling, catching any further comments in her throat and putting them aside. Now wasn't the time. What she needed was to get Alex back into his body, away from this realm and it's temptation, before it started getting to her as well, something that she could feel slowly crawling its way up her spine like a snake slithering upon a branch.

"You need to come back, Alex. They need you...I...I need you." she said softly, finding herself saying something she never thought she'd find herself saying.

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Character Portrait: Violet Marsden Character Portrait: Alex Garcia Character Portrait: Oliver Brennan

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Probably for the first time in years, Alex actually listened when Violet spoke, and he sighed when she was finished, "I remember when you died. We went to your funeral, it... It was the first funeral I went to for someone closer to my age. It really changed the way I thought about life." He looked down, "I was just a kid, you know." He shrugged, and for a moment looked as though he was going to elaborate, but instead he just shook his head. "You're right, though. He's not there, anyway; he moved on a long time ago." He looked around briefly, "This place really fucks with your head, doesn't it?" He turned to look back at the town, "It just seems so far away..." He was sure that was intentional, made to happen by whatever had made this world-between-worlds. He felt as though something was gently pulling at him, deep inside. "Okay. Let's get back before I die."

Just as he started to walk back, he heard a sound behind him: a deep other-worldly growl. Alex didn't dare turn to look, he'd been told once not to look the creatures of death in the eye unless he was ready to accept the fate they had in mind for him, and he'd only just decided that he was not ready for that just yet. "Violet, you need to go now." He started walking, "I'll be... Right behind you." He had hoped that if he ignored the creature, it wouldn't be any trouble. He was wrong. He heard the impossibly heavy footsteps behind him, and he knew he was going to have to try to run.

It took a moment to summon up the will to do so, but he started running back through the town. He seemed to both be moving impossibly fast, and unbelievably slowly at the same time. He could've sworn he could feel fire on the back of his neck, burning hotter than anything he'd felt in his darkest nightmares. He could see the chaos of the town now, as he ran straight through it all. He felt like he'd missed it before. He didn't know what changed, but now he felt like he was still anchored to the world of the living somehow.

Alex didn't know what he was going to do when he got back to his body; for all he knew it would be the perfect trap to spring on him. But as he saw the shadows of his friends, he knew he needed to figure it out quickly. He fell forward as whatever was behind him swiped at him from behind. No, no, no... he thought, as he reached out, wildly trying to grab on to something, even though he knew it was pointless. But his hand made very tangible contact with the guy from the new clinic. Oliver? He didn't have time to ponder how, or why, this was possible- he just held on.

And then there was nothing. But he slowly started to feel warm again. In a nice way- a safe way. He didn't know if it was an eternity, or a moment later, but he found himself mumbling the words, "Is Violet okay?"

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Character Portrait: Phoenix Woods Character Portrait: Jaiden Price Character Portrait: Aurora  O'Siodhachain Character Portrait: Alex Garcia Character Portrait: Cassiel Davis Character Portrait: Oliver Brennan

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ImageEverything was a slight blur to Aurora, as she felt the hands that gripped her neck suddenly release her and the feeling of heat as if a dragon had exhaled right in front of her face. It was an odd feeling, of fading in and out of consciousness, but she realized she wasn't scared. Rory felt a pair of arms wrap around her and scoop her off the ground. Rory opened her eyes slightly getting a small glimpse of brown hair before closing her eyes again. She heard someone talking to her but it sounded far away and strange as if they were under water. Or maybe she was under water.

It took a few moments but after being able to breath she finally felt herself come to. Aurora took a large gasp of air as if she was resurfacing from being under, gripping to the front of Jaiden's shirt. "What- I was" Her hands instinctively grabbed at her throat, which felt tender to the touch, "The hunter was right there". Rory's next breath came out in a strangled sob and clear tears began to cascade down her cheeks make her eyes seem even greener than they were. "I thought I was going to die" She said quietly to Jaiden as the two reached the alley. The fae then went silent as she saw the disaster laid out before her. It was worse than she could've imagined. Everyone was hurt. "Jaiden, I'm fine. T-thank you" She said as the witch let her down, her entire body trembling. Her eyes went to Alex let out a sigh of relief as she saw he was mumbling. Oliver. He helped, he saved Alex. Aurora wanted to thank the elf but she was too dazed to even move. Nobody was dead, at least her friends were still alive, it's what she kept reminding herself. She wrapped her arms around herself tightly to stop herself from shaking but it didn't help much. At Phoenix's exit she turned to Jaiden her voice quiet and hoarse from the hunter, "I- I don't want to be alone tonight. I don't think I can go home by myself" Aurora knew there was no way she was getting any sleep regardless, but she would feel a little better if she was in the presence of one of her friends.

"I'm telling you, they didn't lay a hand on-" Cas didn't even have time to finish as Phoenix turned at the sound of Alex's voice. He felt a small weight lift from his shoulders, he was glad the witch had survived. Still, he had to deal with Phoenix who was putting up quite a fight. At the mention of going back to Phoenix's apartment, Cas's felt his heart race and his face pale even more (if that was even possible). It was a terrible, terrible idea. Cas had to go home, clean his scars, and leave. Going to Phoenix's apartment had disaster written all over it, and he knew if he went there was a good chance he wasn't leaving Greythorne in the morning. At least not without breaking the witch's heart and his own in the process, which he was so desperately trying to avoid. Cas knew he had made this so much more difficult by investing himself too much in those in this town.

Cas was still caught up in trying to figure out how to escape the situation when he felt Phoenix grip his arm and begin to take him away from the others . "Phoenix wait - I promise, I'm fine. I think you should stay with you friends. They would be better help to you than I ever could" Better help to you than I ever will be, he wanted to add. He wanted to tell Phoenix a lot of things. That he shouldn't be taking Cas with him, that he shouldn't trust him for that matter. That all Phoenix had ever done for him was make him feel welcome in Greythorne, and all Cas had ever done was lie.

After they had made it a few blocks from the festival and everything around them had become eerily quiet Cas stood his ground tugging them both to a stop. "Phoenix" Cas found that for once he couldn't look the witch in the eyes. "You don't want to do this. I- I don't deserve your help. I'll never deserve your help".

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Character Portrait: Phoenix Woods Character Portrait: Jaiden Price Character Portrait: Markus Valegood Character Portrait: Violet Marsden Character Portrait: Aurora  O'Siodhachain Character Portrait: Evelyn Fox Character Portrait: Alex Garcia Character Portrait: Cassiel Davis Character Portrait: Oliver Brennan

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Everything had been such a blur as everything happened so quickly before her eyes. The half-elf named Oliver had instructed Violet to help Alex if she was able to, talk to him if she could somehow reach him, wherever he was, as Phoenix had already gotten back to his feet and was already going over the man named Cas. She still didn't know how to feel about the guy, and how easy it was for him to win over Phoenix and his attention was scary to her, she hadn't seen him meet anyone ever that did that, and it unsettled her. What about this guy caused her friend to be so infatuated with him? She shook her head as they left, noticing that Alex was slowly coming to, mumbling something under his breath, it sounded like something about Violet and where she was. Now that she thought about it since she left to help Aurora, she hadn't seen her since she came back. She sighed as she looked at the others, they were a mess.

Jaiden looked over at the woman that had complimented their outfits earlier, she hadn't looked so good as Jaiden finally gave her a look over. Her face was pale, well, even paler than usual and had a sickened look on her face. " You don't look so good, you should head back home, I'll make sure to check on you tomorrow, okay?" she offered her a small smile as her attention was then taken away from the vampire to the fae. Giving Aurora a look over and her heart sank a bit, seeing her like that made her angry as well as saddened. The girl was so happy and full of life moments ago, and in seconds, she was simply a shell, asking if Jaiden is she could go with her and keep her company. She didn't blame Aurora at all, and to be honest she wasn't wanting to go home alone either. Anything could happen now that the hunters were gone and could be anywhere, splitting up would be such a terrible idea.

Jaiden gently placed her hand on the fae's shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze as she tried giving her a small and reassuring smile, "Of course. I'll stay as long as you need me to." she said softly as the two began to walk away and to the fairy's house, making small talk as they made their way. Normally she would have said they could go to her house, but it is rather far, as well as it being cold, and who knows who or what was in those woods now, avoiding them would be the safest bet. "Whatever you need, I got it covered, Rory.." Jaiden said with a small smile as she stayed close to her friend, making sure that no one of suspect or danger was around, trying to ease the panic they were both feeling, but she would be lying if she said she wasn't even the least bit scared. Jaiden was petrified and had no clue on what to do, but she was going to what she had to. And that started with making sure one of her friends were safe.



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Meanwhile all of the chaos back at the fairgrounds, Markus was none the wiser when it came to what was going on with the group of friends in the alleyway. His senses were on high alert as he looked at what had caused the commotion and form in the darkened area of the forest. In the area that he looked was a rather large lake that was in a very large clearing with a field. His heart sank as memories of this lake came back to him, he remembered what happened here, and it caused some anger to stir within him. He shook his head, clearing any of those memories from his head, it was almost a decade ago, and it was too late. Too late to do anything about it, and too late to help her. He sighed as he scanned the area, seeing a trail of blood near the edge of the lake, crouching down he eyed the water's surface, something had been there as it was still calming down and rippled, sending some foam in different spots, as well as the blood that slowly appeared from its depths. He knew what transpired, one of the Hunters was lured, and was too easy of a target. Poor bastard, he thought as he studied the water closer, seeing a form lurking in one specific area of the lake. He crossed his arms and stood firm, knowing what, or who he was looking at. He had only seen her a few times, but he knew what she was, it was a rare case that they came on land, but he wasn't any less surprised, especially with Greythorne's past. "You can come out now, you're not hiding from me." he said loud enough for the figure to know they were exposed, even under the water. Markus knew that lake too well, and knew when someone was hiding in there. He was ready for a confrontation or at last a few words for the woman that laid hiding under the blue surface.



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Violet had looked down and away from Alex when he began talking about the fact that he was at her funeral and how it had affected him, especially since she was closer to his age at that time. It seemed like it was so long ago, and truth me told, it was, but at the same time it felt like it was yesterday. Being in a constant limbo where time never really passes for you is a weird life, or well, in her case existance to have. She sighed and shook her head, choosing to ignore that part of what he said, she didn't like talking about it, and now wasn't the time for that.

She nodded as he finally agreed to get out of there and go back, back to where they could rejoin the others. "Thank you. I thought I'd have to pull you back myself, and I wouldn't want to do that as...well, it has bad repercussions that I'm not even sure of yet." she said rather coldly, as it was the truth. There was one thing she could have done, and it would have ended badly if she messed it up, both of their souls could have ceased to exist, and she wasn't going to let that happen, not now anyway. They slowly began to make their way back until Alex stopped walking as if something had garnered his attention. She rolled her eyes and looked back at him, a look of fear overcame her as she pulled and pushed him along as she ran behind him, "Get the fuck out of here!" she snapped, finally seeing as he tripped and fell, then was suddenly gone. A sigh of relief escaped her lips as she saw that he had returned to the other side, where he was supposed to be. But, Violet didn't go with him. She has left behind that cursed translucent veil, just shortly behind him. "Oh fuck..." she muttered as she turned around, her eyes wide as dinner plates as she saw what Alex hadn't seen, but only heard, and suddenly..There was nothing. No beast, no Alex, and no Violet. Just an empty space.

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Oliver tried to hide his shock as one moment the girl was there and then the next she was gone. He could only hope that she had done what he had asked as he didn't know how much longer he could keep this up. The fiery feeling that had crept up his fingers was now nearly up to his elbows and he felt as if his heart rate must've been in the 120s. "Come on, come on..." He muttered underneath his breath as each second felt like a minute. Then he felt it.

It was as if all the blazing hot magic that had been coursing through his veins was seemingly sucked out in a small moment. The transition was nauseating and Oliver felt himself swoon as he saw stars in his line of sight quickly blinking them away as he tried to refocus his blurred vision. For a brief instant he thought he had failed, that much like a match the half-elf had burnt out all his magic. However, his breath froze when he head a small mumble from beneath him and he quickly looked down at Alex, whose eyes were still closed. Oliver leaned down his ear lightly brushing Alex's lips as he heard the small rush of air, he was still breathing. "Is Violet okay?" Oliver jumped faintly as he wasn't expecting the sentence and the sudden noise scared him but rather quickly regained his composure. He leaned away and let out a sigh of relief as he began to notice the flush of color return to the witch's cheeks. Oliver finally took his hands away from Alex's chest rolling his weight back to sit on the ground, his head instantly dropping beneath his knees. "Oh thank god, oh thank god" He mumbled over to himself taking a moment to reground before glancing back at Alex's form. Oliver slowly moved to a crouching position next to Alex placing a hand comfortingly on his shoulder. "Hey, take it easy Alex, you're going to be okay" Oliver ran a careful hand through his hair, "Y-you're gonna be fine and I- I'm definitely going to puke" It was like a giant wave of nausea hit him at once, his hands went clammy and his skin turned paler (if that was even possible). He wasted no time dashing out of the alley and around the corner to the nearest trashcan emptying perhaps the entire contents of his stomach. Gripping the edge of the trashcan Oliver groaned quietly, taking one hand to pinch the bridge of his nose in an effort to relieve the pounding feeling in his head. "What did I just do?" He mumbled to himself before sinking to the ground. Oliver didn't even realize the festival around him had gone completely silent, save for the stragglers still running across the street.

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Take it easy Alex, you're going to be okay. Those words rang in Alex's head as he opened his eyes. The sickening smell of blood and fear and cold hot chocolate filled his nose. He almost missed a glimpse of Oliver as he ran out of the alley, but he could hear what was going on perfectly fine. He slowly forced himself up into something more resembling a sitting position and looked over to Jaiden and Aurora, "You guys okay?" He so badly wanted to stand up, go home, take a shower. But his entire body felt like it was filled with lead. He sort of let himself half-fall back onto the ground, a soft grunt escaping his mouth as he did so. For the third time that night, he felt afraid, alone, and helpless. He fought back against the tears stinging his eyes. Everyone needed him to be okay, to be fine. He felt like he'd done enough, caused enough concern.

Alex sighed, and said, half to himself, "Why'd it have to be us?" Then in his head, Why did it have to be me? Realistically, he understood that hunters weren't going to corner someone they thought would- or could- effectively fight back. Not that it made him feel any better. He felt his phone vibrate and silently thanks the manufacturers of his cell phone case. He sat up, checked his phone. 15 missed calls. 647 text messages. One sender. He sighed again, this had been a nightmare. He shot a quick, disingenuous messaged back to his grandmother: he was fine. He was safe. He would be home soon. He promised.

He shook his head, right now he didn't feel like he'd ever be fine again. "Okay. We're okay. Let's just..." He was talking to himself, like he wouldn't know what to do if he didn't verbalize it. But he didn't know what to do. He knew he needed to be home. Or anywhere but here. But that just felt impossible. Everything felt impossible. He hoped he would wake up, that none of this were real, but he knew it was. "Hey, uh... Oliver?" It was a tentative call, Alex wasn't even sure he was still there, "Still there? You okay?" His voice threatened to break, he still sounded terrified, and on the verge of tears. And he was.

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ImageWith her hands still wrapped closely around her body she tried to smile a Jaiden but didn't feel her mouth move at all. "Thanks Jai - just let me make sure Alex is okay" Her volume came out barely above a whisper as she glanced over to her friend still on the ground, definitely looking a little worse for wear. She walked over to him crouching down so she was eye-level with him, "hey enough worrying about everyone else okay? You need to rest. And - and don't ever do that again" Aurora knew that in that situation Alex definitely didn't have much of a choice but she hoped he'd get her point. She instinctively reached out brushing a strand of dark hair back into its place atop his head with a small sigh, realizing she should probably check on Oliver too. Aurora had practically shoved the poor elf into danger but he did what she'd asked him to.

Approaching him from behind, her eyes darted to the small - empty - booth next to him grabbing a bottle of water from it's cooler. "Oliver, thank you - I didn't mean to just shove you into the fire, it's just Alex he" She froze finding that the right words definitely weren't there and just handed the bottle of water to him. "Thank you".

Aurora returned back to Jaiden's side feeling more comfortable next to the witch. It seemed as if the hunters had returned back to the safety of the woods but she wouldn't be surprised if some were still lurking around. The walk back to her floral shop was quiet, but Rory felt like there was nothing really to be said. Aurora found herself for the first time in years locking every single lock to the front door. She normally never did, the girl felt safe in this town. Now she felt, she really wasn't sure. "I have a futon bed, and as many blankets and pillows as you could possibly wish for" Rory said the smile finally being able to reach her eyes as the comforting feeling of her home and shop eased a small bit of her worry. "It's just upstairs" gestured for Jaiden to follow as she went up the small spiral staircase in the back of the store.

Cas opened to interject Phoenix's but closed it quickly, as he realized nothing he said would change Phoenix mind. His words settled deeply with the Angel and he felt a sad pang in his heart. Phoenix was good, selfless, he cared so much about those around him - he reminded Cas so much of why he feel in love with humanity in the first place. But that's why he knew Phoenix deserved so much better. Cas came with a warning label a mile long and a death wish, it was only fair to himself and to those around him to keep everything and everyone at arms distance. It was better that way. He had to tell Phoenix, he refused to let himself string it on any farther. The thought was eating him alive. In the moment Cas promised himself he wouldn't leave the town without saying goodbye, without being honest. So after a pause he offered a weak smile, "Okay".

It wasn't long before they reached the small brick building, but when Phoenix opened the door to the cozy, warm-feeling apartment it made sense. Everything around him was very Phoenix, to the potted plants in every corner to the undeniable rich smell of coffee beans. Cas was afraid to touch anything, he didn't want to leave a stain of his presence on how seemingly perfect it all was. He couldn't remember the last time he felt so nervous, or the last time he had ever told anyone anything remotely true about who he was. It had been at least a hundred years. Cas found that it was never easy nor did it ever lead to anything good. Doubts began to cloud his mind as he didn't want to curse this town anymore than it had been. A fallen angel was a bad omen, everything about him was hypocritical - chaotic. It's why Heaven rarely ever let angels fall. Normally they snapped them out of existence when they broke the law. Angels only ever fell for a reason, to be taught a lesson. He turned back to Phoenix trying to calm his nerves, gesturing to the apartment mustering up the only thing he could think of. "I- I like it. It's very you".

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Oliver turned a the sound of the fae's voice hoping some of the color had returned to his face. He looked up at her rather wide-eyed as she rambled on, his gaze focusing on the faint red handprints around her neck. God. If Oliver wasn't feeling so drained and nauseous he might've reached out to help, at least take away the bruises - or the pain. Yet as quickly as she had offered her apology she was gone, and left Oliver with a cold bottle of water. Ollie thought about stopping her to ask her if she was alright but decided against it looking back at the water bottle. He downed it graciously.

The water cleared a bit of the haziness that he was feeling and he stood up from his spot, trying to focus on not getting sick again. After a few moments of pause to make sure his stomach wasn't going to do a 180 he let out a small sigh of relief as he looked at how much of a ghost town Greythorne had become in a matter of minutes. Mom. The thought of her was brief but he made a mental note to text her. For some reason he knew deep down she was safe and decided not to worry about it.

Alex's voice called from the alley and he didn't sound great. "Yeah, I'm okay just a little shaken up I guess" Oliver made his way back over to the witch, noticing that most everyone had cleared out. Crouching next to Alex he placed the back of his hand against Alex's forehead gently - for once he was glad to feel some warmth there. "I know you're probably getting a little sick of hearing this" Oliver said as he took the stethoscope from around his neck, putting it on, "but are you feeling alright? No double vision, difficulty breathing, anything like that?" He placed the scope over Alex's chest listening for a few moments before taking it off and slinging it around his neck. Oliver was still worried about what he possibly could've done by using so much magic, but on the outside Alex seemed normal. "I'm going to have to take you back to the clinic, at least for the night" he quickly added, "just for observation" in case. "It's probably not best to be out here in, well, the open" Oliver cast a quick weary glance over his shoulder.

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Alex couldn't help but worry about Aurora, it was clear that she'd been through more than a fair share of trauma, too. She was right, though, he needed to rest. They all did, but Alex wasn't entirely sure he wanted to. A mixture of fear, anger, and guilt had settled firmly in his stomach; mixed quite turbulently with his regular anxieties. He tried to tell himself that he was okay. He was fine. Everything would eventually go back to normal, but he just couldn't convince himself of it. Not yet. He tried to convince himself that some sleep would clear his head, but he somehow knew that wasn't true, either. Something new was settling in over his usual unsettled fog, and he didn't like it.

As Oliver came back and started checking on Alex, he sighed and mostly just stared ahead. "I feel... Fine, I guess." He answered, when asked how he felt, "Just tired, mostly. Very tired. Headache, too, but I... I think that's more related to the ghost shit." Oliver said he wanted Alex to come to the clinic, 'just for observation' and he nodded, "That's fine. I'll just need to..." He paused, as if searching for the right words, but after a short moment he shook his head, "I'll just... call her when we get there, probably." They did need to get going, though, that much was true. "Okay, just-" He held out a his hand, a wordless request for help up (as if Oliver hadn't helped him enough already), "lead the way."

Alex didn't think he'd ever seen the town in a state even slightly resembling this, and he didn't know how to process it. This was his home. He was supposed to have been safe here- everyone was supposed to have been safe here. He couldn't help but wonder what would have happened if he would have trusted himself, his instincts, more. He knew something like this was coming; but then again, nothing of this magnitude had ever come to pass before. The ghosts of people past lingered in the streets, wandering about almost as if participants in some sort of macabre dance. They followed their routine no matter what. Still, combined with the events of the night, it felt very unsettling. Still, Alex felt a gentle, almost nonexistent urge to join them. "Let's get out of here."

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Oliver nodded putting his things back into his bag as Alex described his symptoms - normal - Ollie was more than relieved. "My mother's clinic isn't far from here" He reached out grabbing Alex's hand to help him up. Oddly enough, it Oliver felt a tiny shock as if he had rubbed his feet on a carpet and shocked somebody. It was faint enough that he didn't flinch but he decided not to say anything about it, most likely it was nothing and he was simply overthinking it like he always did. The walk back to the clinic was painfully quiet, not that Oliver would've liked to fill the silence with pointless small talk, but he was definitely out of his comfort zone. He made sure to walk at Alex's pace, giving him sideway glances on the occasion to make sure that the witch was holding up alright.

The town was terrifying quiet, and every time they passed a small alleyway Oliver quickly glanced down it making sure nothing was waiting for them. He felt his shoulders relax as his parent's clinic appeared at the corner of the street. It used to be an old office building but his father had purchased it, and his mother had refurbished the entire thing into a brand new mini-clinic. Oliver was amazed at how much his mother could get done in so little time, he wished he had her drive.

Unlike the rest of town the clinic was a madhouse. The waiting room was filled with injured townsfolk and Oliver's eyes widened partly in shock as he took in the chaos in front of him. "Oliver!" He turned just as his mother wrapped him into a hug pulling away her face a billow of worry. Her hair even more red than Oliver's was piled atop her head in a wispy bun and she had thrown on her white coat over her day clothes. Even with her age, Adanna was beautiful - elves aged slower than humans and his mother was living proof. "When your father and I heard the news I went to the First Aid Station but you weren't there and - God I was so worried" Oliver placed a hand on his mother's arm and she seemed to take a small breath. "I was there but I had to help - help a friend" He nodded to Alex behind him and his mother gave the witch a rather inquisitive look. "Mother, I" Oliver looked nervously around the room for a second before dropping his voice low as he leaned closer to her, "I don't know what I did. I healed him but it wasn't, right. It felt so strange and I didn't know what to do so I brought him here" His mother's expression was unreadable as she stared at Oliver then quickly to Alex. "Take him back to one of the rooms, we can keep him overnight. Just hurry Darling, I need as much help as I can get" With that his mother instantly went over to one of the supernaturals with a cloth to their forehead and began walking them to the back.

Oliver turned to Alex and nodded his head to the double doors in the back of the lobby. "Come on" Instead of veering towards the patient area, Oliver instead lead Alex down another hallway where the tiled floor turned to hardwood and the walls became a more comforting beige. Ollie didn't want Alex to be subjected to one of the hospital beds, as much as his mother tried to make the rooms inviting Oliver still found them depressing. They finally came into an open living room that was tidy and modern, "this is where we live, at least until the clinic takes off and then it's off to the next town". Oliver walked a few feet down the hall and opened the first door on the left, inside was a cozy bedroom painted in blues and whites. It was rather undecorated and gave off the appearance of a guest bedroom than someone's personal living space. "We keep this room for when my siblings visit, they never do, but my mom likes to stay hopeful" Oliver wasn't really sure why he said that. He quickly walked over to the dresser and took out a clean pair of soft cotton pjs setting them on the bed, "there's a shower right through that door and there should be clean towels. I- Is there anything I can get you? We keep the fridge stocked pretty full" He felt undeniably awkward. Oliver wasn't used to being a host, and it didn't help that Alex still looked miserable. Oliver didn't blame him, he'd been through hell and back in about an hour. He ran a careful hand through his hair shoving his hands quickly into his pockets after. "I just wanted to make sure you were alright, I don't think I could really forgive myself if I let you go and you sprouted a tail overnight" Oliver really wished he'd just stop talking.

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Alex felt it, too; a slight shock, but he thought nothing of it. It had officially been a long day, and he was just ready for it to be over. The town was so quiet it made Alex feel like a ghost, and the real ghosts calling out to him didn't help. Maybe not by name, not all of them, but they felt he belonged with them, now. Maybe he did. Maybe he always had. He pushed the thoughts out of his head as they walked to the clinic in silence. Normally, Alex couldn't stand silence. He'd fill it with some sort of conversation (in this case, shameless flirtation was most likely), but he didn't have the energy, so silence it was. He pretended not to notice Oliver checking on him, flinching at every alleyway, visibly worrying. He just wanted to go to sleep.

Entering the clinic was like walking into an entirely different world. There was so much going on that Alex hardly even noticed the Elven woman embracing Oliver. He was taking in the scene set in front of him. People he'd known his whole life, people he'd never met, people who looked familiar but only vaguely so. It felt like his entire life was being blown apart by a hurricane, and it seemed to have finally hit him, seeing it laid out like that. He seemed to understand, instinctively, that he was being discussed. He looked over to Oliver and his mother as she shot him a look he couldn't place, and before he knew it he was being led past the clinic and into Oliver's home which was, as Oliver quickly explained, temporary. "It's nice." Alex offered, weakly, almost as if the pleasantries would kill him if he were too enthusiastic.

Alex stood in the doorway of a cozy, but impersonal, room. He assumed a guest room, and was corrected before he had a chance to say a word. He wondered briefly what it was like to have siblings, even if they were siblings that never visited. He quickly decided that he understood well enough, but the pain of distant siblings probably felt less personal than that of a distant parent. He walked into the room and started to make himself at home; taking off outer layers of his costume, fishing through the pouches for the items he had stashed in there. In past years, he had often ended up crashing on one of his friend's couches after the festival (it was almost always closer than home, and therefore much more convenient), so he liked to be prepared as he could. He smiled at Oliver's comment about the tail, "I don't know, a tail might be kind of cool."

As he started pulling out the various items he tended to keep on his person, he continued, "I'm pretty self-sufficient, I can probably take it from here. If you need to go help your mom I'll be-" He paused as he found that his glasses case had, at some point, popped open and his glasses had managed to lose a lens. He stood still for a moment, like he didn't know what to do. User error, reaction not found. Then he felt that familiar stinging in his eyes, and hot tears flowed unbridled down his face. Stop it. This is silly. No reason to cry. But he knew it wasn't the glasses, it wasn't the people in the clinic. It wasn't any of it. He'd almost died and he was scared, he was so scared, and he couldn't hold it back anymore. He just wished he could've waited a minute or two longer. He sobbed, gently at first, but soon enough he crumpled to his knees, as if standing was too burdensome. "Sorry-" He managed to get out between gasping breaths, and there was obviously more he wanted to say, but words and tears don't always mix. He felt a pang of shame, and he tried to push it aside; he'd been through a lot, it was okay to not be okay. The tears flowed, he tried to breathe. He wanted his mother, and that just made it worse, because he knew she couldn't- wouldn't- be there for him.

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OLIVER BRENNAN
the half-elf β—‹ attire β—‹ #CD884A

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Oliver found his shoulders relaxing as Alex seemed to enjoy his comment about the tail. The small moment of relief, as brief as it was, felt good after a night of horror. He found his gaze in other places than Alex as he began peeling off his outer layers of his costume. As his mother told him - it was rude to stare. Granted, working at her clinic he'd seen more than he'd ever liked to.

Oliver nodded as Alex essentially asked him for time alone. He couldn't blame him, even Ollie was still feeling the effects of the evening and nothing sounded better than a hot shower and cold sheets. Call it odd, but Oliver was perhaps less distressed than most. His entire life had been taking care of some of the most stressful situations involving supernaturals and humans alike so he had become quite adept at controlling his emotions. Sadly, Oliver could only explain it as he had become desensitized to the horrors around him. Working in the clinic since a child he had encountered the terrible things that befell supernaturals, the horrors of what hunters would do. It plagued him for years but as he got older he just got used to it. Nothing surprised him.

He had made it to the open door when he heard Alex's voice falter, shake, and quit altogether. Oliver turned around his breath slightly catching in his throat as he watched the man break in front of him. For a brief moment he stood there in the doorway, like a deer stuck in headlights. In truth, he had no idea what to do. Normally at the clinic his mother dealt with the more emotionally distressed patients, leaving Oliver with a complete lack of experience in the comforting department. A small part of him wanted to leave, close the door, quietly slip out, what help would he be anyway? But he couldn't.

Oliver moved across the room just as Alex sank to the floor, and Ollie truly felt his heart ache. He'd seen this look, these tears in so many before - so why was seeing them in Alex so different? He felt himself kneeling down next to Alex and for a moment his reached his hand out, and watched it hover over the man's shoulder. Was that okay? He remembered he always felt better when he was little when his mother wrapped him in her arms, singing him a Narthalarian lullaby, while she wiped the tears from his face. Yet, he barely knew Alex but at this point did that even matter?

Oliver took a small breath and placed his hand on Alex's shoulder carefully, then the other and slowly pulled the him into a hug. He wrapped his arms around him gingerly, almost as if he was afraid that if he squeezed too hard Alex might break in his arms. "Don't apologize, you never have to apologize" His voice came out at the level of a whisper. Oliver didn't say anything else, he felt there was nothing that could be said in a moment like this and instead just focused on Alex.

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Alex didn't know what to expect- and wasn't expecting anything, to be honest- but he didn't exactly expect a hug. Oliver hardly knew him, and the one and only time they'd met before this nightmare of an evening had not been an ideal interaction for either of them. But here they were. For a moment, Alex didn't react other than to rest his head against Oliver; it wasn't long, though, before Alex returned the hug, grabbing a handful of Oliver's shirt as he cried into the fabric.

He let all the fear and the trauma of the night wash over him in the form of tears and sobbing, hoping beyond hope that he could let it out and be done with it. But he felt an all-too-familiar chill, and he knew that it wouldn't be that simple. It never was. There they were: old, malevolent spirits, coming around again to feast on the tears and agony of the living. Of course they were here, they were never far from pain and suffering. They circled the room, drinking it in, letting it make the stronger, keep them rooted in the world. Alex understood it better than he ever had before; everyone needed something to keep them grounded in this world, some were just less pleasant than others.

After a few moments, Alex was able to take in a long, unsteady breath. He sat up straight, pulling back from Oliver's embrace, but he kept a hand settled on the other man's shoulder, almost as if to steady himself. He sat there for a moment, silently staring at a corner of the room. His eyes hurt, and his head was swimming with thoughts of everything he should- and shouldn't- say, how he shouldn't have started crying like that in front of Oliver. He was a little embarrassed, but mostly relieved. "I, uh," his voice was still raw, emotional, as if he might start crying again at any moment, "Thanks." He stared into Oliver's eyes for a moment, maybe longer than appropriate. He couldn't quite find the words to really express what he was feeling, "I almost died tonight." The words sounded strange, felt foreign on his tongue. He licked his lips, and found himself fighting the very real urge to kiss Oliver; he really didn't think it would be appreciated.

Instead, he let Oliver go, wiped his face dry the best he could, and he sighed. "Things are never going to be quite the same around here, are they?" He wasn't really looking for an answer; he didn't need one. He knew that so many people in town, himself included, wouldn't be able to live their lives quite the same way again. His mind briefly wandered to his friends, to Aurora, knowing that some of them had been hurt. He had to wonder if they would've gotten out alright if they hadn't rushed to help him. He tried to push the thoughts from his head, but they unfortunately persisted. They weren't words he would willingly speak aloud, but they were there all the same.

Another thought popped into his head, one that he spoke before he had the sense to think it through, "Shit. You're never going to fuck me now, are you?"

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OLIVER BRENNAN
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Oliver was frankly terrified at first, he wasn't sure if the hug was awkward or he had overstepped some invisible boundary that was in place. Still he didn't move from the hug and when he felt Alex finally give into him he relaxed in turn pulling him closer into the hug. So he sat in place, for as long as Alex needed. In a way it was comforting to Oliver, though he wasn't crying on the outside deep down he was exhausted mentally - and being this close to someone was, comforting.

When Alex finally pulled away some part of Oliver was sad, although he ignored it. His eyes were red and puffy and his dark curly hair had become smushed down where his head had been pressed against Oliver's chest. Ollie had never seen him look so vulnerable in the brief time they had known each other. When Alex finally met his gaze, there was a brief moment of silence after his words. "Almost" Ollie repeated quietly as he found himself staring into the witch's brown orbs for an awkward amount of time before he was finally the first one to break contact staring at the ground.

Ollie noticed the change in tension amongst the room as Alex let him go and they put a few more inches between them. "They never are" Oliver said quietly in response, although it wasn't much of an answer and more of a comment. He had seen it first hand many times. Normally his family were always there in the days after, perhaps the toughest in his mind. Ollie noticed the undeniable change in the eyes of those around him in those towns. Haunting, broken, lost. People locked doors, moved, at night they practically became ghost towns. He could only hope Greythorne fared better than those before it.

Oliver had just begun to stand up, as his mother briefly popped back into his mind when a particularly racy sentence tumbled out of Alex's mouth. One that made not only his ears turn almost as red as his hair but one that made his heart race. Oliver had a strange urge to laugh, though it was definitely one of the many inappropriate responses to the situation. Instead, he kept a rather neutral expression - he was amazing at it - although the corner of his mouth subtly twitched into a smile. This was the Alex that had showed up in his clinic last week. A small part of Oliver was relieved that he had regained some of himself back after nearly dying a few hours before. "Goodnight Alex" He said rather cooly before making his way to the door, closing it quietly. Ollie hadn't even realized he had been holding his breath until he felt the click of the knob and he leaned his back against the door already feeling the flush of color to his cheeks. He took a few moments to regain his composure before pushing off heading towards the clinic doors. A sudden thought popped into his head. Oliver didn't say yes, he didn't say no either.

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Character Portrait: Phoenix Woods Character Portrait: Jaiden Price Character Portrait: Markus Valegood Character Portrait: Violet Marsden Character Portrait: Aurora  O'Siodhachain Character Portrait: Evelyn Fox Character Portrait: Alex Garcia Character Portrait: Cassiel Davis Character Portrait: Zada min Albahr Character Portrait: Oliver Brennan

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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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Phoenix would have been lying if he said that he wasn't disappointed that Cas agreed to tell him... what was happening. But he could see it in his face that Cas really, really didn't want to talk about it. And he wasn't going to push it. Not after the night they'd just had. Cas taking his hands was such a genuine, almost surprising gesture, and it almost took him aback. But he appreciated it, not realising how much he needed the physical contact. And, to be honest, the thought of sleep was incredibly tempting right now. But he didn't want to just let Cas go. He couldn't. So instead, he offered his couch and his coziest blanket, leaving a change of clothes to hand if Cas wanted it.

The minute Phoenix was alone in his bedroom, everything seemed to catch up with him. Alex bleeding out, the carnage of the attack, those scars on Cas' back. He didn't cry or panic or outwardly react. He had no idea how he didn't do any of those things, but instead, he found himself lying awake in bed, staring at the ceiling. He found himself texting the others, making sure they were okay, apologising for leaving, promising baked goods as an apology, anything to occupy his time and his brain.

He must have fallen asleep with the phone in his hand. He didn't notice himself falling asleep, only found himself waking up with the light streaming across the room. He hadn't planned on opening today anyway and was glad for that, because his limbs felt heavy and his mind felt groggy. But he was awake, and he knew sleep was completely out of reach. So instead, he showered and got changed. He'd almost forgotten about Cas until he walked back out in to the living area. Assuming that he was still asleep, Phoenix was as quiet as he could be. He was so used to being by himself that having to be mindful of other people was a strange experience. He usually blared whatever mid-2000's rock/emo playlist was suggested to him that day when he cooked or baked, but that morning, he made the pancake mix in relative silence. He found himself idly humming as he started to make the blackberry sauce though.


EVELYN FOX
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xxxwhat do you want from me?
xxxwhy do you run from me?
xxxwhat are you wondering?
xxxwhat do you know?

xxxwhat are you wondering?
Evelyn didn't need sleep, not any more. It was more a habit than anything, a way of passing the daylight hours. But this morning, she decided not to sleep away the daylight. Instead, she layered up, pulling on a pair of gloves to cover her hands and the biggest hat she could find to cover her face. She pulled on a pair of aviator sunglasses and headed out in to town. She was so used to the hustle and bustle of big cities that she found it strange how late everything opened here. Or maybe that was just the day after the festival. Or the day after everything that had happened. The smell of blood still lingered in the air, but fainter now, more bearable.

She found herself helping to clear up a destroyed stall. Masks from the night before lay covered in splinters, still wearable but tainted by the events of the night before, so much so that she was sure nobody would ever wear them. Still, she carefully cleaned them off as well as she could and stacked them into the box. The hunters hadn't just tried to kill them. They'd enjoyed the destruction, ruined people's lives. This wasn't as much about trying to eliminate them as it was asserting dominance, striking fear in to their hearts.

Which meant that this was only the beginning. Evelyn knew they could be expecting something else. Maybe more subtle murders. Maybe another mass attack. Evelyn would have been lying if she said that the thought of leaving, of finding somewhere safer, hadn't occurred to her. But... she didn't want to. It was that simple. Markus was the closest thing she had to a friend right now. She knew he'd protect her, so abandoning him didn't sit right with her. Not after their discussion about their humanity. And so... she would stay and fight alongside them and help them clean up the mess when they won. And then she would decide what to do next.

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Alex didn't sleep much, that night. He took a shower shortly after Oliver left the room, glad to wash the smells of blood, death, and chocolate off of himself. He tried his best to sleep, but every time he closed his eyes, a multitude of ghosts seemed to be waiting for him, beckoning him forward, eagerly awaiting him. Every unexpected noise (and there were many, being in such an unfamiliar place), or unknown shape (there were plenty, being without reliable glasses) startled him, as he if expected someone to jump out from behind any given piece of furniture to finish him off. He left the lights on all night; it was irrational, but it made him feel safer. He made sure to call his grandmother, clue her in to his changed plans. She wasn't particularly thrilled (and he hadn't been completely honest), but at least she wouldn't worry. Enough people were worrying about Alex, he was sure of that.

When he finally did sleep, he had nightmares. Running for his life though the streets of Flagstaff, Arizona, from something he couldn't see, but was just behind him. When he woke, the realization that he hadn't visited his mother in years hit him, and he felt like crying. He wasn't sure if he was ready for the last conversation with his mother to be the last they'd had: yelling at each other about how selfish they were. He checked his phone, though it wasn't the most fun with half a pair of glasses. He didn't know what he'd hoped for, but a text from Phoenix wasn't it. The message made Alex feel like he'd missed something, but then again, Alex didn't remember most of what had happened the night before. Be it trauma, or the fact that he'd spent most of it in some sort of incorporeal form, but Alex only really remembered meeting Cas, and then crying in Oliver's arms. Everything between was a blur. He ignored the text, deciding to revisit it later, when he felt more like himself. When that would be, he didn't know.

He sat around for a long while, trying to decide just what he was going to do. He briefly considered trying to slip out and go home, but the entire point of being at the clinic was so that Oliver- and, Alex assumed, Oliver's mother- could keep an eye on him. He doubted he could pull it off, anyway. He decided to get up, face the day, and potentially a handful of virtual to literal strangers. He became aware a a faint throbbing in his head, it had probably been there the entire time, but he hadn't noticed it until he stood up. "Fucking ghosts..." He mumbled to himself, almost as if to prove he had a voice. To prove he was still himself. He paused at the door before leaving the room, he didn't know why, but he felt entirely unprepared. For what, he couldn't tell you. The knowledge that he was already behind on his daily water consumption was, ultimately, what got him through the door, and on his way to where he thought the kitchen was.