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"Because I have never met you or your siblings in the last thousand years; and my sister would have told me if she had."
"You’re an immortal wolf? How come I’ve never heard of you before?"
"Yes well, being the original--or one of the two originals--does help with that."
A New Muse || Open
Nanna looked up from her sketch pad and turned as she heard someone walk into the studio space that she’d rented in New Orleans to use for the duration of her stay; having chose it cause of the small living area in the back. “Can help you?” She questioned in her normal polite tone.
+ang-and-ash, arrowsandknives, phelanlycaon
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"How so? I’ve lived for over a thousand years and I’ve seen many many types of werewolves.”
"Because I have never met you or your siblings in the last thousand years; and my sister would have told me if she had."
phelanlycaon is now --> aedansonwolftwins
A New Muse || Open
Nanna looked up from her sketch pad and turned as she heard someone walk into the studio space that she'd rented in New Orleans to use for the duration of her stay; having chose it cause of the small living area in the back. "Can help you?" She questioned in her normal polite tone.
+ang-and-ash, arrowsandknives, phelanlycaon
"My name is Phelan, and from what I’ve heard you are the Original Vampire Rebekah."
"That would be me. And you seem to be a werewolf, am I right?"
"You could say that-but I can assure you that you have never met a werewolf quite like myself."
An old injury of my character's is acting up again. What does your character do to ease their pain?
+ang-and-ash, arrowsandknives, phelanlycaon
"And who might you be?"
"My name is Phelan, and from what I've heard you are the Original Vampire Rebekah."
+ phelanlycaon
❝ —— And who might you be?❞
"I am Phelan. Who might you be Milady?"
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You seem lost and I’m without entertainment. Sit.
"I would much rather stay standing."
Phelan moved along through the bayous, he knew that their was a wolf pack here; a pack that actually descended from his sister-though very very distantly seeing as the first of their line was her first child about 2,800 years or so ago. He figured that maybe they were what was drawing him to the New Orleans area. He paused for a moment when he caught a sent, though to be honest he really hadn't really been expecting the sent.
He began being a bit quieter as he followed the smell, recognizing it from the last time he'd seen her about 1,000 years ago-though the meeting was anything but memorable. Seeing as that had been when her younger brother had died. Her sent was different though now, seeing as she was a hybrid. He'd been going out of his way for a long time to avoid her seeing as he figured she blamed him for Henrik's death.
Soon enough though he closed in on the sent and spotted her, Niklaus-his daughter.
So I'm back from my disappearance ._.
Send me a ✘ if you want a starter
STID: the torpedo still detonates.
ARE YOU FOR REAL? ANON NO! THIS IS NOT OKAY.
kill me now
"You beam me back he dies."
There is blood rushing through Jim’s ears. It’s pounding. His heart is thumping. He can hear Bones counting down. Jim’s going to have to beam Carol back, four, three, t-
"Beam Lieutenant Marcus back Mr. Sulu." Spock says and Sulu hesitates, defers to Jim.
He nods. Just once. Tears welling up in his eyes.
He looks away quickly. Doesn’t watch Sulu carry out his order. He feels Nyota’s hand on his shoulder, squeezing.
He can hear the i love you, Jim over the comm and then there is an almighty ruckus and then just… static.
Jim slumps forward onto the console. His legs can’t hold him up anymore. His strength is gone. Bones is gone.
Jim is numb and he’s drifting.
"Captain-"
"I need a moment." He interrupts Spock, his voice hollow, empty. Lost. “You have the conn, Mister Spock.”
"Yes, Captain." Spock nods.
Jim makes it into the turbo lift, doors still mid-swoosh, when his knees hit the floor. He can’t breathe. He’s heaving sobs so deep that his lungs are hurting. His ribs ache.
His chest shudders, it can’t cope with the unsteady breaths. Just like Jim can’t cope.
Without Bones.
He leans his had against the wall of the turbo, pushing the emergency lock as it goes between Deck 6 and 7. He shoves his hand in his pocket, fingers grasping what they were looking for.
He doesn’t know how long he sits there, curled in the turbo lift. Crying like a lost child in a mega-store. Frightened and alone.
The lift starts moving, Jim vaguely realises he’s back on the Bridge. Nyota slides down beside him, pulling his head into her lap. She notices the silver band clutched in his hand and her breath hitches.
"He’s gone." Jim says slowly, eyes welling up again. He closes them and the tears spill down his cheeks, re-wetting the stale tear tracks. He inhales in a deep breath and lets out a whimper. "What am I meant to do without him? How am I supposed to do this?"
Nyota just shakes her head, rocking him slightly. “I’m sorry, Jim.”
"It hurts so bad.” He cries, squeezing the ring in his hand. “He wasn’t meant to leave me.”
Jim tries to get through the rest of the day moment by moment. But every second he just becomes more aware of Bones’ absence. Jim is so hyper aware that it’s painful.
And when the tide turns and Marcus threatens to blow the ship apart, Jim finds he doesn’t much care.
#eheheehe brother you are so handsome and godly
#*casually steals mjolnir and takes over universe*
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"The name’s Adele. Anything I can help you with?"
"Maybe, if you have seen a women around my age with dark blond hair-a bit of a temper..?" Phelan said to her, he was currently looking for his sister. Though he had no clues as to where she was at the moment.
