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Phoenix Woods [64] can anybody find me somebody to love?
Alex Garcia [60] Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards.
Jaiden Price [58] "A set of empty bones."
Aurora O'Siodhachain [48] i can be someone's and still be my own
Evelyn Fox [43] why don't you run from me?
Cassiel Davis [42] wings that once bore hope are now stained with blood
Markus Valegood [40] "It still doesn't burn as much as the thought of you."
Violet Marsden [27] "Maybe then I'll fade away and not have to face the facts."
Oliver Brennan [24]
Zada min Albahr [12] I know that I am beautiful while basking on the ocean's waves and I know that I can eat flesh and bones at the bottom of the sea.
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OLIVER BRENNAN
the half-elf ○ attire ○ #CD884A
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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.
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.
CASSIEL DAVIS
outfit: x x location: fall festival x hex: #A09C9C
outfit: x x location: fall festival x hex: #A09C9C
The look on Phoenix's face meant only trouble. Cas was not ready to have this conversation, nor did he ever want to have this conversation. Not now. In his best attempt to try and divert the conversation away from him and back to Phoenix, finally catching the witch's hand with his. "Stop worrying about me Woods, you're the one that's hurt. We need to get you- we need to get everyone out of here." His eyes focused on the gauze pressed against Phoenix's shoulder, that had nearly completely soaked through with blood. In a perfect world Cas could've healed that wound in a second, but he wasn't the angel he once was. "We're no use to anyone dead".
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V I O L E T M A R S D E N
| Outfit | Location: Fall Festival |
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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.
Alex Garcia
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?"
PHOENIX WOODS
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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If Phoenix hadn't been concerned by Cas' weak attempts to push him away, he would have been by the coughing that followed, and especially so by the splatter of bright red blood over Cas' hand. But there was no sign of any injury, and Phoenix just did not understand. What the hell had happened to Cas? What the hell had happened?
"I'm the one who's hurt? Bullshit, Davis, you're the one coughing up blood. What the hell did they do to you?" He asked. He was about to respond to Cas' comment about them being dead when he heard some activity behind him. There was a moment when he didn't dare turn around for fear what he was about to see. And then he heard a voice, one that made him breathe a sigh of relief. Alex was around. Phoenix could have collapsed with relief. But he didn't.
"You... You're right, we do need to get out of here. We're a liability when we're all here together in a group, if they ambush us all then we're... we're in big trouble. But you're coming back to my apartment so I can make sure you're okay." It wasn't as much of a request as an order. Phoenix wanted nothing more than to collapse into bed and just... cry? Scream? He didn't know what he needed but he couldn't give in to it right now. He needed to look after himself, he needed to look after Cas, and he needed to make sure that nobody else needed his help. He couldn't help, not really. It wasn't like he could help to carry Alex or anything but he just couldn't stand to be helpless.
But he turned around again and seeing the blood on the ground, seeing Alex barely conscious, seeing Jaiden carrying Aurora... it all hit him like a kick to the chest. He couldn't do this. He needed to get away from here. "Jaiden, we're... we need to leave, I need to patch myself up, I need to check Cas is okay, I just... need to go," he mumbled, grabbing Cas' arm and pulling him out of the alley. He couldn't dwell on this any more, he needed to get away from it all.
"I'm the one who's hurt? Bullshit, Davis, you're the one coughing up blood. What the hell did they do to you?" He asked. He was about to respond to Cas' comment about them being dead when he heard some activity behind him. There was a moment when he didn't dare turn around for fear what he was about to see. And then he heard a voice, one that made him breathe a sigh of relief. Alex was around. Phoenix could have collapsed with relief. But he didn't.
"You... You're right, we do need to get out of here. We're a liability when we're all here together in a group, if they ambush us all then we're... we're in big trouble. But you're coming back to my apartment so I can make sure you're okay." It wasn't as much of a request as an order. Phoenix wanted nothing more than to collapse into bed and just... cry? Scream? He didn't know what he needed but he couldn't give in to it right now. He needed to look after himself, he needed to look after Cas, and he needed to make sure that nobody else needed his help. He couldn't help, not really. It wasn't like he could help to carry Alex or anything but he just couldn't stand to be helpless.
But he turned around again and seeing the blood on the ground, seeing Alex barely conscious, seeing Jaiden carrying Aurora... it all hit him like a kick to the chest. He couldn't do this. He needed to get away from here. "Jaiden, we're... we need to leave, I need to patch myself up, I need to check Cas is okay, I just... need to go," he mumbled, grabbing Cas' arm and pulling him out of the alley. He couldn't dwell on this any more, he needed to get away from it all.
AURORA O'SIODHACHAIN
outfit: x x location: fall festival x hex: #B16C6C
outfit: x x location: fall festival x hex: #B16C6C
CASSIEL DAVIS
outfit: x x location: fall festival x hex: #A09C9C
outfit: x x location: fall festival x hex: #A09C9C
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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J A I D E N P R I C E
| Outfit | Location: Fall Festival |
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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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M A R K U S V A L E G O O D
| Outfit | Location: Fall Festival |
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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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V I O L E T M A R S D E N
| Outfit | Location: Fall Festival |
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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.
PHOENIX WOODS
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?
xxx
xxx
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Phoenix could feel Jaiden’s gaze on him, and it wasn’t exactly happy. He’d probably get an earful from her about this at some stage. But right now, he just couldn’t stay there. He wouldn’t, couldn’t be of any help. If he stayed there any longer he felt like he was going to crumble in to pieces. And Cas needed help, as much as he was going to insist otherwise. Cas tried to insist that Phoenix stayed with his friends but Phoenix just numbly shook his head and practically dragged the man out of the alley with him, back towards his apartment.
And then suddenly Cas stopped, and wouldn’t meet Phoenix’s eyes. The words he was saying didn’t make any sense. Phoenix could feel the frustration building in his chest and could feel the tears burning behind his eyes. But he refused to abandon Cas here. There was something wrong. Cas was hurt, clearly emotionally and physically, and what he was saying didn’t match with his actions.
“Cas. Just... just stop, okay? I don’t claim to know you that well, I don’t know what you did before you got here. But everything you’ve done since you got here? Cas, you just freaking put your life in danger for some reckless idiot that ran headlong into danger for no good reason.” He said with a small grin at himself. “I’m pretty damn sure you saved all of our lives tonight. You definitely saved mine. I don’t know what put it into your head that you don’t deserve this. But for god’s sake, Cas, I just want to make sure you’re not bleeding out on me and maybe even make you tea. And also I really don’t think I’d be able to patch up my shoulder by myself,” he said with a smirk. “So just... just let me do this for you, okay?”
Phoenix found himself wondering where Cas had come from. Who he was. Why somebody so cool and composed the rest of the time somehow fell apart at the thought of someone looking after him. Was that it? Or was there something more to it?
And then suddenly Cas stopped, and wouldn’t meet Phoenix’s eyes. The words he was saying didn’t make any sense. Phoenix could feel the frustration building in his chest and could feel the tears burning behind his eyes. But he refused to abandon Cas here. There was something wrong. Cas was hurt, clearly emotionally and physically, and what he was saying didn’t match with his actions.
“Cas. Just... just stop, okay? I don’t claim to know you that well, I don’t know what you did before you got here. But everything you’ve done since you got here? Cas, you just freaking put your life in danger for some reckless idiot that ran headlong into danger for no good reason.” He said with a small grin at himself. “I’m pretty damn sure you saved all of our lives tonight. You definitely saved mine. I don’t know what put it into your head that you don’t deserve this. But for god’s sake, Cas, I just want to make sure you’re not bleeding out on me and maybe even make you tea. And also I really don’t think I’d be able to patch up my shoulder by myself,” he said with a smirk. “So just... just let me do this for you, okay?”
Phoenix found himself wondering where Cas had come from. Who he was. Why somebody so cool and composed the rest of the time somehow fell apart at the thought of someone looking after him. Was that it? Or was there something more to it?
EVELYN FOX
xxxwhat do you want from me?
xxxwhy do you run from me?
xxxwhat are you wondering?
xxxwhat do you know?
Evelyn felt so entirely useless. The hunter was still completely out cold, so it wasn’t even like she could deal with him. One of the girls from earlier- the one in the steampunk gear- she spotted Evelyn hovering on the periphery and told her to go home, that somebody would check up on her. Evelyn wanted to help. She did. But the smell of blood was just unhinging her control and she refused to let her hunger win. So she nodded, but grabbed the hunter and started dragging him by his coat.
It wasn’t easy, he weighed significantly more than her, and his dead weight made him hard to manage. She abandoned his unconscious form in the woods. If he survived, he survived. If something found him... well, good riddance. She panted a little and straightened up, looking around her. The forest was quiet, but not the peaceful quiet that she usually loved. Nothing in town was peaceful any more. And then there was that smell again, blood. But it was... faint. Evelyn found herself stalking towards the smell, mostly to check that it wasn’t somebody who was hurt. Instead, she found herself emerging on to a lake... and finding a familiar form. She knew the smell of blood wasn’t coming from Markus, but instead from the water.
“Did somebody fall in to the lake?” She asked Markus, frowning. But a look at the water and at the clouds of red made Evelyn think of something more sinister. But Evelyn held back, watching the surface of the water with a frown. She didn’t know of anything that tended to live in lakes, but she doubted it was anything good, anything that she wanted to cross. So for once, she stayed quiet, and just watched the surface of the water. Watching. Waiting. Curious to see what or if anything would come from it.
It wasn’t easy, he weighed significantly more than her, and his dead weight made him hard to manage. She abandoned his unconscious form in the woods. If he survived, he survived. If something found him... well, good riddance. She panted a little and straightened up, looking around her. The forest was quiet, but not the peaceful quiet that she usually loved. Nothing in town was peaceful any more. And then there was that smell again, blood. But it was... faint. Evelyn found herself stalking towards the smell, mostly to check that it wasn’t somebody who was hurt. Instead, she found herself emerging on to a lake... and finding a familiar form. She knew the smell of blood wasn’t coming from Markus, but instead from the water.
“Did somebody fall in to the lake?” She asked Markus, frowning. But a look at the water and at the clouds of red made Evelyn think of something more sinister. But Evelyn held back, watching the surface of the water with a frown. She didn’t know of anything that tended to live in lakes, but she doubted it was anything good, anything that she wanted to cross. So for once, she stayed quiet, and just watched the surface of the water. Watching. Waiting. Curious to see what or if anything would come from it.
Zada
Then she heard a voice, and she really almost ignored it; but since they already knew she was there, she didn't see any point in pretending. She launched herself up to the surface, smoothly lifting her head and much of her upper body out of the water. She smoothed her hair back and looked at the two on the shore. Definitely not hunters, that much she could see immediately. "Can I help you with something?" Her voice was calm, even-toned, and almost sickening-sweet. She smiled at the pair, closed-mouthed, so not to show her mouth full of razor-sharp teeth "If you're trying to round up hunters, I don't think you'll find any here. I did hear some running through the woods not far from here, though." She fixed the Lycan with a look, as if to say "mind your own business," but there was no way to know if he would perceive it that way, and if he did, would he listen?
She knew it was unlikely that they would believe that nothing had happened here, especially if they knew what to look for. That didn't mean she'd drop the act; behaving as though she was innocent had been the difference between life and death in the past. She swam slightly closer to the people on the shore, but noticeably still far enough to dart far beneath the water if she needed to. "I imagine that there has been some bloodshed in town; so tragic, when humans come along and spoil everything we've all worked so hard for." She looked towards the woman, studying her appearance, "I heard the commotion. Felt much safer here."
OLIVER BRENNAN
the half-elf ○ attire ○ #CD884A
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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.
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.
Alex Garcia
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.
AURORA O'SIODHACHAIN
outfit: x x location: fall festival x hex: #B16C6C
outfit: x x location: fall festival x hex: #B16C6C
CASSIEL DAVIS
outfit: x x location: fall festival x hex: #A09C9C
outfit: x x location: fall festival x hex: #A09C9C
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".
PHOENIX WOODS
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 was glad when Cas just agreed to go back to the apartment with him. In all honesty, he wasn't sure he had the energy to argue any more. He just wanted to go home, but he also didn't want to just abandon Cas there. He could feel himself relaxing as he got in to the building and started up the stairs to his apartment. Here was comfortable. Here was safe. Here was home.
He let himself in to the apartment, the light and the warmth welcome after everything that had happened. He locked the door behind them and headed in to the small kitchen in search of the first aid kit. After the first caramel burn incident, he'd learned to keep an extremely extensive first aid kid in the kitchen. It contained enough for most of the baking inflicted injuries he seemed to sustain, but he found himself questioning if it would be enough for this. He grinned at Cas as Cas said it was very him. "Thank you. It's not much, but it's home. Please ignore the excess of lavender around the place, it got... a little out of control and there was only so much I could give away as gifts." All those nights when he'd questioned why he was doing this to himself, why he couldn't just... stop thinking about those eyes and the grin that so often accompanied them, and he'd just poured his energy into his plants in the hope he could exhaust himself or that something good could at least come from it. "Just take a seat wherever, move any plants out of the way if you need to." He called as he found the kit and pulled it out.
He sat beside Cas and opened the kit as well as he could with one hand. "I know I said I wanted to check you weren't dying, but even if you are, I don't think I'd be much use to you like this. So you're going to have to help me patch myself up, I'm afraid," he said with a bit of a smile. "I can handle the silver burns, but I'm going to need you to help me bandage it." Phoenix pulled away the blood soaked gauze from his shoulder, having to push down the vague nausea that arose in him at the sight. He wasn't particularly squeamish, but seeing that much of his own blood would make anybody feel uneasy.
He let himself in to the apartment, the light and the warmth welcome after everything that had happened. He locked the door behind them and headed in to the small kitchen in search of the first aid kit. After the first caramel burn incident, he'd learned to keep an extremely extensive first aid kid in the kitchen. It contained enough for most of the baking inflicted injuries he seemed to sustain, but he found himself questioning if it would be enough for this. He grinned at Cas as Cas said it was very him. "Thank you. It's not much, but it's home. Please ignore the excess of lavender around the place, it got... a little out of control and there was only so much I could give away as gifts." All those nights when he'd questioned why he was doing this to himself, why he couldn't just... stop thinking about those eyes and the grin that so often accompanied them, and he'd just poured his energy into his plants in the hope he could exhaust himself or that something good could at least come from it. "Just take a seat wherever, move any plants out of the way if you need to." He called as he found the kit and pulled it out.
He sat beside Cas and opened the kit as well as he could with one hand. "I know I said I wanted to check you weren't dying, but even if you are, I don't think I'd be much use to you like this. So you're going to have to help me patch myself up, I'm afraid," he said with a bit of a smile. "I can handle the silver burns, but I'm going to need you to help me bandage it." Phoenix pulled away the blood soaked gauze from his shoulder, having to push down the vague nausea that arose in him at the sight. He wasn't particularly squeamish, but seeing that much of his own blood would make anybody feel uneasy.
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J A I D E N P R I C E
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After they had made sure that Alex was okay if one could even consider his current state okay. All that mattered is that he was alive, or at least functioning is all that mattered. Finally, they had made their way to the fairy's house in the small floral shop, making sure to lock the door behind them after they entered. Jaiden had let out a deep sigh as the door locked, they used to be able to know they were safe behind closed doors. Having to lock the doors behind them made her feel like a wild animal being locked in its cage. That's all that this was, a cage, and going outside made them vulnerable to any attacks. The fact they hit during even the faintest of daylight, as well as a crowded area, made her feel even more anxious and nervous about the whole thing. What had really unsettled her was how easy it was for her to use her magic, allowing herself to lose just enough control to help protect a friend. She hadn't let herself lose her composure to tune into her darker side in years, and when she did it was for simple things, but allowing her anger to take full control as she did frighten her, as the last time she allowed herself to be consumed by that small voice in the back of her head, she and her sister were left alone as their home was burned to the ground and their parents were murdered. She blamed herself, and she couldn't help it, she was petrified if she ever let it happen again...
She was taken back down to reality as she heard Aurora finally speak up, not entirely understanding what she had said as she began to walk upstairs. Jaiden shook her head and simply followed Aurora up the spiral staircase. With a sigh she sat down on the foot of the bed, her head in her hands as her mind was wracked with countless thoughts. There was so much chaos in such a short amount of time her brain was now only beginning to process it all at once. Jaiden finally looked up at Aurora for the first time since they got there, concern and worry were clearly written on her face as she spoke, "I uh...I didn't hurt you back there, did I?" her voice was much softer than usual and obviously full with anxiety as she wasn't exactly sure if she hadn't harmed Aurora or not when she went to go help, seeing as everything just became red and a bit of a blur. "If I did, I'm sorry...I just wanted to make sure that you were okay, I shouldn't have left you to go check on them...I should have taken you with me, I'm sorry." she said as her voice broke off in the end, as she could feel the familiar burning sensation form behind her eyes as she did the best she could to prevent herself from crying.
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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 looked at the woman in the water as she slowly got closer to the edge of the lake, noticing she looked at the two as Evelyn had seemingly followed him. She clearly had smelt the blood and wasn't able to keep a handle on it, Noted, he thought to himself. He'd make sure she was taken care of later, probably find someone willing to help with her hunger. He looked back at the woman, his eyebrows furrowed as he looked her over once more. "I was simply trying to let you know to be more careful, that's all. Consider it a fair warning, Zada." he said somewhat coldly as h turned from the siren and looked back at Evelyn, "I'll make sure you get something, trust me." he said as he gave her a bit of an apologetic smile.
"Anyway, just try not to eat too many of them, alright? We'll need some of them left alive enough to get some answers out of. I don't think that'd be too hard to ask." he said as he gave her a nod, gently taking Evelyn by th arm, they'd need to find something fast as he could tell her hunger was growing stronger every moment that passed by. Great, first the attack and now I have to go take care of a hungry vampire.., he thought himself as he huffed, he wasn't already in the past of moods and this only made his mood dip even more.
OLIVER BRENNAN
the half-elf ○ attire ○ #CD884A
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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.
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.
Alex Garcia
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."
CASSIEL DAVIS
outfit: x x location: fall festival x hex: #A09C9C
outfit: x x location: fall festival x hex: #A09C9C
For once Cas dropped the flirtatious manner in which he spoke to Phoenix as his eyes trained on the gash in his shoulder. "Of course, I'm no doctor but I'll try my best" A small smile appeared on his lips as he glanced up for a moment to look at Phoenix before training his gaze back to his shoulder. Cas had patched up his fair share of wounds before, mainly on himself when the dastardly things wouldn't heal. It was a hit or miss situation with him these days. His hand lightly brushed the bare skin of Phoenix's shoulder he stopped when he reached the strap of the wings on his back. "I'm going to have to take these off to get a better look" Cas looked at Phoenix for approval before hooking his finger under the strap and gently tugged it off the witches arm, making sure to be careful. He unhooked the other side and gazed at the feathers in his lap, running his finger along the edge of the wing - almost for too long - before quickly discarding them to the side. After snapping at of his small daze he reached for the alcohol and a cotton swab, "this is probably going to sting a little". Cas made sure to be gentle when cleaning the wound, and before long had begun to bandage Phoenix's shoulder. He worked quietly as he wrapped the gauze securely, a few stray snow-blonde hairs falling into his face. Cas pressed the bandage in place securely, quite proud at his work. The task had distracted him, and in turn make himself less tense and more comfortable in the apartment. "Alright you are officially discharged from the Davis hospital" He said with a small chuckle, placing the tools back into the box.
Cas was quiet for a moment, as if thinking of how to form the sentence in his head, "I actually am feeling better Phoenix - I really don't think I need any patching up. Maybe some Advil? And that tea you promised?" His eyes darted ever so sightly to the wings on the floor. Cas did not want Phoenix to see his scars, regardless of how much they stung.
PHOENIX WOODS
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?
xxx
The feeling of Cas' hand running over his bare skin seemed to leave phantom sensations behind; the feeling of skin brushing against skin, the cold contact, the shock of contact. It left him feeling a little dazed, more dazed than he wanted to admit. So when Cas asked about removing the wings, Phoenix just wordlessly nodded. A shock of pain as Cas pulled the strap from the wing away brought him back to reality.
He watched Cas examine the wings, curious about that brief flash of an unidentifiable emotion. But the man seemed to recover quickly and started to clean the wound. Phoenix inhaled sharply at the sting of the alcohol wipe, but found himself quickly entranced by the man in front of him. The white blonde strands of hair that fell so perfectly in to that face, the look of concentration, the strong but gentle ways his hands worked, wrapping around his shoulder. He knew that some of the others were suspicious of this stranger, they were hesitant to let him in. But Phoenix couldn't believe that hands that gentle, that careful, a face so focused... he couldn't believe anything bad could come of that. Cas' words that he didn't deserve Phoenix's help came back to mind, but Phoenix couldn't believe them either.
He released a breath he hadn't realised he'd been holding as Cas finished, grinning a little at the joke about Davis' hospital. He studied Cas for a moment or two as he insisted that he was fine, that he just wanted some painkillers and some tea. There seemed to be a little more colour back in his face, and his demeanor was more relaxed. So Phoenix sighed and nodded, getting to his feet. "Sure. Give me a minute to go it." He stood up and headed in to the bathroom, his own reflection making him jump a little as he switched on the light. For a moment, he had thought there was somebody there, somebody waiting for him. Somebody back to finish the job. Phoenix had to put his hands on the sink for a moment and give himself a minute to regain his composure, to slow his racing heart. Was this just what it was going to be like now? Jumping at any sign of a bang in the night? Constantly afraid of the stranger, of the strange? He shook that thought out of his head and retrieved the Advil, heading back in to the sitting room. He put the Advil down on the coffee table and went back over to the kitchen.
"Usually, I'd ask what blend of tea you want, but I have the perfect blend in mind. It's kept me going when I've needed it most." The tea itself was simple, a blend of some herbs with strawberry and mint to cover the more unpleasant tastes. He'd made it himself, so it was particularly potent. But on the evenings when he'd pushed himself a little too hard, either trying to grow some plants or just baking, he'd found it was good for restoring that energy. His hypothesis was just that Cas had pushed himself too hard, using... whatever his ability was.
He brewed two mugs of tea and pulled out a tin of cookies, all trial recipes he'd tested for the café that he was still trying to perfect. "Blended the tea myself and baked the cookies. You can't say you don't get the homely touch here," he said with a grin as he put the mug down in front of Cas and sat back down beside him. "You sure you're okay, though?"
He watched Cas examine the wings, curious about that brief flash of an unidentifiable emotion. But the man seemed to recover quickly and started to clean the wound. Phoenix inhaled sharply at the sting of the alcohol wipe, but found himself quickly entranced by the man in front of him. The white blonde strands of hair that fell so perfectly in to that face, the look of concentration, the strong but gentle ways his hands worked, wrapping around his shoulder. He knew that some of the others were suspicious of this stranger, they were hesitant to let him in. But Phoenix couldn't believe that hands that gentle, that careful, a face so focused... he couldn't believe anything bad could come of that. Cas' words that he didn't deserve Phoenix's help came back to mind, but Phoenix couldn't believe them either.
He released a breath he hadn't realised he'd been holding as Cas finished, grinning a little at the joke about Davis' hospital. He studied Cas for a moment or two as he insisted that he was fine, that he just wanted some painkillers and some tea. There seemed to be a little more colour back in his face, and his demeanor was more relaxed. So Phoenix sighed and nodded, getting to his feet. "Sure. Give me a minute to go it." He stood up and headed in to the bathroom, his own reflection making him jump a little as he switched on the light. For a moment, he had thought there was somebody there, somebody waiting for him. Somebody back to finish the job. Phoenix had to put his hands on the sink for a moment and give himself a minute to regain his composure, to slow his racing heart. Was this just what it was going to be like now? Jumping at any sign of a bang in the night? Constantly afraid of the stranger, of the strange? He shook that thought out of his head and retrieved the Advil, heading back in to the sitting room. He put the Advil down on the coffee table and went back over to the kitchen.
"Usually, I'd ask what blend of tea you want, but I have the perfect blend in mind. It's kept me going when I've needed it most." The tea itself was simple, a blend of some herbs with strawberry and mint to cover the more unpleasant tastes. He'd made it himself, so it was particularly potent. But on the evenings when he'd pushed himself a little too hard, either trying to grow some plants or just baking, he'd found it was good for restoring that energy. His hypothesis was just that Cas had pushed himself too hard, using... whatever his ability was.
He brewed two mugs of tea and pulled out a tin of cookies, all trial recipes he'd tested for the café that he was still trying to perfect. "Blended the tea myself and baked the cookies. You can't say you don't get the homely touch here," he said with a grin as he put the mug down in front of Cas and sat back down beside him. "You sure you're okay, though?"
AURORA O'SIODHACHAIN
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CASSIEL DAVIS
outfit: x x location: fall festival x hex: #A09C9C
outfit: x x location: fall festival x hex: #A09C9C
Aurora sat there in silence for a moment as if she too needed to hear the words that had just come out of her mouth. After a moment, she picked up the top blanket and began to lay it out for Jaiden across the futon making it more comfortable for the witch. "I know neither of us will probably get any sleep tonight but that's no excuse not to try."
Cas was grateful when Phoenix gave into his little plea and left the couch to leaving to go to the bathroom. He couldn't count the number of times he glanced at the wings which made his own back ache. It was almost like a phantom pain, yet Cas knew it was partially real. The angel felt his back straighten up when Phoenix entered the room again a small sigh of relief bubbling out of his lips quietly as the Advil was placed on the table in front of him. "Thank you" he murmured grabbing the box when Phoenix passed into the kitchen, taking a few of them without anything - quite guiltily - desperate for a little relief.
He felt himself smile at Phoenix's statement turning his head towards the kitchen, "After trying that jam I'd really trust anything you gave me Woods". The angel waited patiently for his return, his eyes straying to the tiny knick knacks that were strewn about for a quirky, charming effect. It made him miss home a little. Something he hadn't thought about in years. After staying in motels, hotels, apartments, anywhere imaginable, Phoenix's decorated home struck a chord in his heart.
Cas smiled his eyes lighting up slightly as Phoenix walked back in performing a balancing act with the mugs of tea and cookies. "You're magic" He said with a slight laugh as he took the mug graciously from the table, wishing that he could feel the warmth of the cup considering his hands were most likely ice cold. Over the years Cas had begun to accept the fact that he couldn't feel physical sensations from others or objects, but in the beginning it was hard. At first the absence of pain felt a little empowering, that was of course unless it stemmed from his scars. Then he realized that he was numb to the simple brush of a finger, the warmth of a fire, or even a kiss. Cas believed it to be heaven's cruel joke, unfortunately it worked. What he could feel was ghostly and not right, as if he was in another body. He didn't quite understand the stipulations itself even after all these years.
His face softened as Phoenix asked him yet again if he was alright. "Phoenix, I promise I'm fine. You worry too much you know?" Cas took a small sip from the mug, keeping eye contact with the witch in front of him. He relished in the fact that whatever Phoenix made him had a pretty instant effect, Cas felt a little color flush into his cheeks. The angel was about ask Phoenix what exactly he had put in the tea when his nose tickled slightly. He instantly brought a hand up to it disheartened when he pulled away a smear of blood across the top of his knuckles. Cas quickly set the tea down on the table standing up rather abruptly. "I'm just going to use the restroom, I'll be right back".
He walked quickly in the direction Phoenix went passing through a rather tidy bedroom before finding the bathroom, his hand pressed against his nose. Cas closed the door quickly and locked it shut, before fumbling around in the dark for a light switch. He flinched slightly when white light illuminated the bathroom and shoved his face over the sink removing his hand. Cas watched as drop by drop, bright red blood spattered against the white sink and he sighed leaning his weight against it. After watching a considerable amount of blood drop into the sink - he finally released it might be a good idea to turn on the water which quickly became a light pink - Cas grabbed for some toilet paper to the side and shoved some up his nose (attractive) before finally looking in the mirror. He looked like a train wreck. True, some color had returned to his cheeks yet the skin around his eyes remained practically translucent. "Damnit" Cas muttered quietly as his hands gripped the sink his head dropping down. He was trying to avoid this exact situation. Maybe if he wasn't so careless with his powers he could've been fine and on the road to some other town by now. Did he really want that?
Cas finally mustered up the idea that he wasn't going to get out of this so easily and quickly took off his jacket and then began to unbutton his undershirt. As he tried to slip it off, the angel unfortunately found that he had to peel it off his back and the blood had matted the fabric to him. He turned his back to the mirror and glanced over his shoulder clenching his fists in anger as he looked at his back. The scars, gnarled and ugly, that ran from the top of his shoulder blades to his mid back had reopened and still continued to bleed. He shoved his palms into his face in frustration, where they trying to torture him? Cas looked up at the ceiling, "damn you, damn all of you" He muttered under his breath as he glanced back into the mirror. This wasn't the first time this had happened. Back when he first fell and was using his powers more liberally, his scars would open on occasion and they couldn't be treated with magic. In fact they rejected it. Once he sought out a witch to close them completely and her spell instead made his scars bleed even more profusely. He eventually began sneaking his way into hospitals slipping into the minds of doctors to patch him up before he made his exit. Granted, he had gotten smart about it so something like this hadn't happened in years. Cas knew he couldn't do this alone. And there was no way he was leaving this apartment now.
Cas paced back and forth for a moment, the open air now making his back sting even more. He had to accept it, he could just come up with some excuse. Maybe the hunters actually got to him, he just didn't notice. Phoenix wasn't an idiot. The angel stared at the doorknob before unlocking it carefully, opening it just a smidge. "Phoenix" He called out rather quietly, his voice was undeniably nervous, "Your first aid wouldn't happen to have any sutures would it?".
JAIDEN PRICE
| Witch | Aurora's Home | #80000 |
| Witch | Aurora's Home | #80000 |
Silently she sat there, looking down at the floor in a dazed stupor as her mind raced. She blamed herself, every time anyone ever got hurt while she was around she blamed herself. It was the only thing she could do, it was the only thing she ever did anyway. Whenever she let that small voice in the back of her head have even the smallest and faintest bit of control, she blames herself. The voice was right, it was-no-it would be easy for her to just burn everyone and everything just like she did all those years ago. That one damned day, it was so easy for her to get let out her anger, to scream, to cry, to let every emotion she ever felt out and just-No. She shook her head as she could feel that small tingle begin to spread from her finger-tips to the palm of her hands, the slightest wave of heat. She wouldn't let it take control again, not now. She looked back up as Aurora had spoken, trying her best to convince her that it wasn't her fault, and that if anything, she saved her life. of course she'd go back and save her friend, she thought to herself. How heartless would one be, then again, that was a rather morbid and ironic thought the longer she focused on it.
Jaiden nodded as Aurora walked over and reached for her hands, listening as she spoke, convincing her that she did the right thing. Part of her wanted to believe it, she wanted to believe that she did the correct thing, but the thing Aurora didn't know is that she hurt the Hunter. She left a mark on the woman's wrist that would be a reminder until the day she died of what the witch was capable of, and that's what worried her. The Hunters didn't scare her much, not as much as she was afraid of herself. Knowing she could very easily burn down the entirety of Greythorne scared her, but she wouldn't. It was her home, it was where her friends were. She nodded as the Fae finally finished talking, she was right. She was just overreacting and this was there home, the small town was their's, and she'd do whatever she could do to protect it and the people here. "Okay, Aurora. You're right.." she finally spoke, breaking her seemingly endless silence. She took a deep sigh as she closed her eyes as she sat there, a small translucent tear fell and trickled down her cheek before quickly wiping it from her face.
"Y-yeah, I think sleep would be for the best...At least trying to." she said softly as she sat further down on the futon, feeling her eyes slowly grow tired. But her rest wouldn't be a peaceful or restful one, as often as she slept, her dreams were nothing but nightmares and sleep terrors, as her worst fears came to life in her sleeping mind, but as long as her friend needed her there, Jaiden would happily stay. Doing her best to keep herself awake, as honestly, her friend had needed more rest than she did after all. She was the one that was hurt, not Jaiden. "How are you feeling anyway? Does...Does it still hurt? If so, we can go see someone tomorrow for that." she said in mention of the bruising around Aurora's neck, the sight of it made her feel sick and angered. How someone could so easily hurt someone as innocent as her made her furious. No one deserved to be attacked at the festival, and next time she saw any of those Hunters again, Jaiden already had in mind what she would do if she came across them ever again, and she had no doubt that she would..
PHOENIX WOODS
xxxi'm sorry but i fell in love tonight
xxxi didn't mean to fall in love tonight
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Phoenix just blushed a little as Cas told him he worried too much. It wasn't the first time he'd heard that. Because as reckless as he could be with his own heart, his friends were a different matter. He'd do anything for them and they all knew that, and frequently teased him about it. So when Cas abruptly stood up, saying he needed the restroom, concern flashed through Phoenix all over again. It was probably nothing, he told himself. Probably nothing.
The time ticked by, Phoenix growing every more uneasy. It had only been a few minutes, according to his phone, but those few minutes felt like hours. Scenarios flashed through his mind as he did his best to ignore them, telling himself that he was just overthinking things. He tapped a nervous pattern on the edge of his mug, trying his best to keep his calm. He could almost feel the nervous energy flickering around him, and he forced himself to take a deep breath. It was probably fine.
And then he heard Cas' voice, calling his name. There was an initial rush of relief followed by a pang of first confusion, then concern as Cas' words processed. Sutures. The asshole was more injured than he'd let on. Phoenix practically ran into his bedroom, seeing that Cas had the bathroom door open, just a crack. "Jesus Christ, Cas, I thought you said you were fine?" He said. The door was only open a crack, not enough for Phoenix to see the full extent of the damage. Almost definitely intentional.
"Just... just let me see where you're hurt, okay? Just let me see if it's bad enough that we have to get you to a hospital or a healer, or... something," he practically pleaded. He was trying to keep the thoughts of Alex out of his brain already, the amount of blood there had been, the way that Phoenix had just left him there because he'd been too goddamn scared...
He couldn't face the thought of it happening to someone else he cared about.
He knew that stitches didn't necessarily mean life-threatening. But right then, right there, his brain was not in a rational place. Hunters didn't do minor damage. All they did was destroy and hurt and harm and put people in more danger than they ever deserved to be.
The time ticked by, Phoenix growing every more uneasy. It had only been a few minutes, according to his phone, but those few minutes felt like hours. Scenarios flashed through his mind as he did his best to ignore them, telling himself that he was just overthinking things. He tapped a nervous pattern on the edge of his mug, trying his best to keep his calm. He could almost feel the nervous energy flickering around him, and he forced himself to take a deep breath. It was probably fine.
And then he heard Cas' voice, calling his name. There was an initial rush of relief followed by a pang of first confusion, then concern as Cas' words processed. Sutures. The asshole was more injured than he'd let on. Phoenix practically ran into his bedroom, seeing that Cas had the bathroom door open, just a crack. "Jesus Christ, Cas, I thought you said you were fine?" He said. The door was only open a crack, not enough for Phoenix to see the full extent of the damage. Almost definitely intentional.
"Just... just let me see where you're hurt, okay? Just let me see if it's bad enough that we have to get you to a hospital or a healer, or... something," he practically pleaded. He was trying to keep the thoughts of Alex out of his brain already, the amount of blood there had been, the way that Phoenix had just left him there because he'd been too goddamn scared...
He couldn't face the thought of it happening to someone else he cared about.
He knew that stitches didn't necessarily mean life-threatening. But right then, right there, his brain was not in a rational place. Hunters didn't do minor damage. All they did was destroy and hurt and harm and put people in more danger than they ever deserved to be.
EVELYN FOX
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Evelyn had to stop herself from visibly reacting as a woman surfaced from the water. She'd seen a lot of strange shit since she'd started living among the supernatural, but she'd never encountered a... a what, a mermaid? No, her senses told her. This creature was associated with danger. This sure as hell wasn't a fairy tale mermaid anyway.
Evelyn didn't buy her story about not having seen any hunters nearby. The smell of blood was probably covered by the fact that they'd probably been dragged into the water, but the smell was strongest here. That said, if it was a hunter that had been drawn in to the water... Evelyn would be willing to turn a blind eye. Markus didn't seem to believe the story either, but he chose to just move on, apparently. He promised Evelyn the chance to feed, and that was almost enough to make her turn away.
But she couldn't resist the chance to let the woman know what she was dealing with. Hunters were fair game, but Evelyn got the feeling that this dangerous creature mightn't distinguish between them. So she took a few steps closer to the woman and dropped into a crouch, so she was nearer to be able to look the woman in her eyes. "I can smell blood through water, you know," she said. "I know there's been blood shed in this lake. And for tonight? Tonight, it was probably a hunter, so I guess I can look past it. But if you kill again... I'll know." She warned, before straightening up with a grin. "Lovely to meet you, by the way. I must swing by and get to know you a little better," she said, before rejoining Markus.
"No humans. I don't feed from humans, no matter who they are. That includes hunters," she warned him. "Any big animal should do, though."
Evelyn didn't buy her story about not having seen any hunters nearby. The smell of blood was probably covered by the fact that they'd probably been dragged into the water, but the smell was strongest here. That said, if it was a hunter that had been drawn in to the water... Evelyn would be willing to turn a blind eye. Markus didn't seem to believe the story either, but he chose to just move on, apparently. He promised Evelyn the chance to feed, and that was almost enough to make her turn away.
But she couldn't resist the chance to let the woman know what she was dealing with. Hunters were fair game, but Evelyn got the feeling that this dangerous creature mightn't distinguish between them. So she took a few steps closer to the woman and dropped into a crouch, so she was nearer to be able to look the woman in her eyes. "I can smell blood through water, you know," she said. "I know there's been blood shed in this lake. And for tonight? Tonight, it was probably a hunter, so I guess I can look past it. But if you kill again... I'll know." She warned, before straightening up with a grin. "Lovely to meet you, by the way. I must swing by and get to know you a little better," she said, before rejoining Markus.
"No humans. I don't feed from humans, no matter who they are. That includes hunters," she warned him. "Any big animal should do, though."
OLIVER BRENNAN
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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.
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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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.
Z a d a min Albahr
She fought back a laugh at the woman's words, she couldn't help it. It was almost cute, really, being threatened like that. "I'm sure you will." She smiled, politely this time, "I'm looking forward to your visit, I'm sure we'll be good friends." She giggled softly, to herself. She absolutely loved women who stood up for themselves, it filled her with a sort of joy she couldn't quite explain.
She heard the comment about not feeding on humans and sighed, "The hunters have likely scared off most of the animals on this side of the forest. She started to emerge from the water, her fin turning back into legs with an ungodly mixture of cracking and squelching before she stepped back onto the land, "Humans are very good at scaring things, and I've not seen much else they're good for." She smiled, teeth more resembling something a human would be comfortable with, "Good luck." She began to collect her clothes, which were stashed just out of view a short way away, "I'm always available if you need me. I'm normally not hard to find." The irony of someone who refused to feed on humans asking for Zada's help didn't escape her, but the offer stood. Her real sisters were gone, and so Zada would have to find new ones; and Zada would never leave her sisters behind.
MARKUS VALEGOOD
| Lycan | Greythorne Woods | #063A67
| Lycan | Greythorne Woods | #063A67
Markus grinned as the woman spoke, her words would have otherwise easily persuaded him if he was human. He nodded as Evelyn spoke, saying how she'd prefer to find an animal, as she didn't want to have to prey on a human. He understood it, he understood all too well what not wanting to give into one's animalistic nature was. For a lack of a better word, he had a connection with her on that level, however small it was. He turned back to the woman in the water as she grew closer, slowly stepping out of the water as she spoke, watching as her tail separated until it formed into human legs. Their transformation never got easy for him to witness, it was unnatural and caused immense discomfort. He gave her a nod as she dressed, keeping his eyes off of her as she spoke, "I just don't want suspicions coming from my woods is all. Nothing personal, sweetheart." he said with a bit of a growl at the end as he spoke.
He then turned back to Evelyn, "We'll get you something, I know the spot. And if you wish to go back home, I won't stop you. I just stress extra precautions." he spoke smoothly as he turned his head back to the woman one last time, "Don't cause too much trouble, dear. This lake already has a...dark past and reputation. It's why no one comes here anymore.." he spoke, a bit of sorrow and sadness were evident in his voice as he spoke, it was obvious he knew more about this town and locations than he let on, and part of his mind knew Evelyn would eventually ask, and he began to mentally prepare himself as it was a surprisingly tough subject for him to talk about. "Anyway-" he began, clearing his throat slightly as he spoke, "-we'll be seeing you. Farwell for now." he gave her one more nod and urged Evelyn to follow him as he turned his back on them and began to walk further into the woods.
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