We go out in the morning

...Down the trail to somewhere. Alexander R. Henderson. 30. Big bad wolf. 

[alxndrhenderson]

resiliencic‌:

witheredwarren‌:

“Yes,” She answered handing him the roll of bandages. Short, to the point answers made her feel more in control in moments like this. Instead of blurting out everything she was thinking. 

Like that she should have gone with them, or that if she’d been there maybe it would have turned out differently.

There’s a look on her face when she locks eyes with Alex that tells him she doesn’t buy it. But it lacks any venom that would have been sent in the direction of those who’d actually done the hurting. 

Her hand reached forward to find the top of his arm, for a moment. The gesture says they’d talk later, before her eyes looked back to their partner. “So it’s done?”

The mission she means, and she waits to gage their reaction before she lets out a sigh of relief. “Thank god.” 

Ghost liked it better like this, when Alex was trying his best to crack jokes and Aerith was sighing in relief. He wanted to tease both of them for being so on edge with this whole thing, but he refrained. He understood the panic of seeing your partner hurt, he’d just gone full psycho murderer on a couple vampires for touching Alex, sure, but they had to realize, at some point, that he was still an immortal being with no real body. Chances are he couldn’t even bleed out if he tried. He wouldn’t put that to the test, but still.

“It’s all good, like I said,” he hummed in reassurance, taking the gauze offered and half-heartedly patching up some of the smaller cuts, at least to help out. “I just want a shower and bed. Can we do that?”

There was a healing potion on the first aid kit, he knew, that would speed up the process immensely, with the downside that it might leave him with a nasty scar or two, as opposed to just letting his body heal it properly. He motioned towards it with a flick of his fingers. “Let’s just do that, and I get a new sick scar on my chest. I’m tired.”

One hand still pressing the cloth to Ghost’s chest and the other resting on the counter, Alex looked from Ghost to Aerith with pursed lips. Ultimately the choice was up to the one bleeding, he felt he was in a tough spot to protest. Aerith’s touch was comforting, Ghost’s insistence on quickly putting this all behind them was relieving, but that didn’t mean he still didn’t feel guilty over the whole ordeal. On one hand, a quick shower and bed gave him a chance to kind of take a moment to himself. On the other, he wasn’t quite sure he’d be let off that easy. Aerith was going to want an explanation, Ghost deserved an apology.

And neither of them were going to really push for one but he knew it was owed. There wasn’t a really a way out of this. Talking wasn’t the hard part, owning up wasn’t ever the hard part. What he couldn’t do, was actually believe in what he was saying and stop beating himself up over a mistake.

“Shower’d be nice.” There, a simple sentence and a slight nod towards Aerith.

Attention gravitating back to Ghost, he removed the cloth and set it in the sink. There was still blood, but it wasn’t gushing out like earlier, the worst of it had happened on the ride over. “But that’s um,” He kept his eyes on the sink as he ran the water and rung out the cloth but managed a glance over at his two companions. “Up to you.”

[alxndrhenderson]

resiliencic‌:

witheredwarren‌:

It’s the repeated insurance that they were alright that spikes her blood pressure. Her heart began a steady incline as she rounded the stepped through the shadows, no longer attempting to keep her steps quiet. She’s a spy first and foremost, but there was no point in being careful once you’d been caught. 

“What happened?” Aerith keeps her voice level, her question coming before she’d actually seen what was going on in their kitchen. 

He was bleeding on their laminate, and they were still telling her not to worry. 

Men.

Aerith walked over to survey the wounds, careful to keep out of Alex’s way as she moved about the space gathering other items to bulk up the first aid kit. Ointments, bandages and potions that could help. She wasn’t a witch by any means, but in this city it was good to befriend a couple for situations like this. 

She understands her silence must not have been comforting, but she was too busy gathering to strike up much more of a conversation. A million questions where racing through her mind, that might of been where the speed of her feet found their momentum. 

See, this was all unnecessary and annoying. 

Now Alex was upset and Aerith was freaking out – she was, under all of that tough exterior, he could tell – and they all had to take turns being the quietest. The mission wasn’t worth all this mess. A part of him wanted to shoo the two off and take care of the wounds himself before they could all return to bed and be a normal three-way couple, but he knew that’d only make it worse for everyone. He’d allow them to fuss.

There was hesitance in his move before the shirt came off, if only because he could feel how bad it was, and he didn’t want them to see. More than that, he didn’t want to see the look on Alex’s face when he saw. “It’s okay,” he sighed, trying to be reassuring as he looked down at himself. The bruises that lit up his torso would be gone in a few hours, at most, but the (still bleeding) gashes were still having a hard time closing on their own. He could try and make them heal faster, but his energy was running low, now. “It’s alright, guys, just give me some bandages,” he spoke with the calm of a man who wasn’t bleeding profusely, even if he was, because that was just a perk of not feeling any pain. At least he had something going on for him.

He threw his shirt over into the sink, hoping it didn’t stain the kitchen counters on its way, and reached out to squeeze Alexander’s forearm. His hand was probably bloody, too, and would make a mess of the shapeshifter’s skin, but the touch was all the comfort he could offer for now. He’d leave talking for later, when he meant it more, when he wasn’t still so irritated and bleeding. “Aerith, do we still have some gauze?” He looked back over at the first aid box. “I’m not gonna die, y’know. You two don’t need to act like you’re mentally preparing my eulogy every time this happens. Have a little faith.” He didn’t have it in him to smile, but he hoped the humor wasn’t lost on the two. @alxndrhenderson​

And of course Ghost wasn’t going to explain either. No, he was going to try and diffuse the situation in general. That’s what he did, that’s what he was good at. And yet, a part of him wondered if wasn’t getting into it to protect him from Aerith’s reaction. Not that he thought either partner would judge him too harshly, in fact, Alex oftentimes wished they’d get on his case some more. They were both incredibly supportive and patient, to the point where it was baffling. That’d been something he’d figured out pretty early on, that they were a team regardless of fuck ups, that they’d get through mistakes. Which was harder. Talking things through, feelings things, was all a lot harder than just saying ‘fuck you’ and leaving.

The little touch Ghost offered was comforting, calmed him down a bit. Even if it did leave a bloodied handprint against his shirt. Expression softening, he moved to press the dampened rag to the wound on Ghost’s chest carefully. Dabbing at it to try and clear the blood enough so that he could assess the damage, his gaze briefly flickered in Aerith’s direction. “I got impatient. Guy was a bit more than I could chew so someone decided to step in.” Eyes back on Ghost, the corners of his lips quirked up to offer a hint of a smile. “You should see the other bloke.” Attention on Aerith again, he shrugged his shoulders to try and convey casualty but his posture was too rigid to pull it off. @witheredwarren​ 

[alxndrhenderson]

resiliencic‌:

witheredwarren‌:

She does remember how long she’d been asleep for, the season of the show she’d fallen asleep too hadn’t stopped automatically going to the next episode. So it couldn’t have been that long. But the reason why she’d finally decided to just sleep was that she was driving herself crazy. Waiting, and waiting. Watching the clock move and wondering why they weren’t back yet. 

They’d worked independently before, too many times to count but something about tonight felt off. They were taking a little longer than usual, and hadn’t called to say they’d be home. Observing was what she did, all day, every day. But the tick of the clock taunted her in a way nothing else did. 

It’s the footsteps, and the sound of the door that caused her to stir. Aerith sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes with the back of her hand. What time was it?

She waited a beat more to see if they’d come upstairs, but the harsh whisper had her moving to the top of the stairs instead.

Alex was right, Ghost had been a little bit loud coming in through the door, but he resented the other’s snappy tone. He’d been he one to take the short end of the stick here, clearly, if the bleeding was anything to go by.

The wound wasn’t much of a deal since oneiroi didn’t feel pain, but Ghost wasn’t exactly in a good mood about how their little mission had ended up. He had to patch this thing up and made sure it healed properly, at the very least. It wasn’t pain, but it was an immeasurable amount of annoyance and frustration, the kind he always had a hard time dealing with when paired with cuts in his chest that were gushing blood.

He heard the creaking on the staircase, too, but he only spared the darkness a glance before he was continuing over to the kitchen with a grunt. “Y’can come out, Aerith.”

@alxndrhenderson​

At the mention of her name, Alex tried not to just shrink into Ghost’s side. He did let out a small huff of breath and nudged the bigger man towards the kitchen gently. “We’re alright!” He called out, lips immediately pulling into a small frown that he hid from the companion at his side as he continued towards the kitchen. Destination reached, he scrambled for the first aid kit under the sink. This was his fault, he should have been more careful. Hell, maybe it should have been Aerith and Ghost paired off and they wouldn’t be in this current mess. Teeth chewed at the inside of his cheek as he dampened a rag in the sink, eyes kept downcast. He wasn’t going to launch into how sorry he was, not while Aerith was around. He didn’t want her sympathy or her worry, he didn’t deserve it. He’d messed up, he needed to own up to it and make it right with Ghost on his own. When the footsteps grew closer, he did look up at Ghost, still frowning as his fingers rang out the dampened cloth in his hand. “Shirt off, lemme look at that.” Nodding towards the worst of the injuries, the one still gradually dampening his shirt, Alex was still frowning and avoiding eye contact.

“We’re alright, no need to worry.” It was a mumble in the general direction of the footsteps. @witheredwarren​

[belostinadmiration]

Kit Harington. Photo: Shayne Laverdière.

[alxndrhenderson]

bcthgarrison‌:

                    “You’re staring,” she hissed, brackish sentiment more in regards to her unfavorable attire proving to be suffocating in all the places it should not; the corset pinching at flesh below, “ — And trust that I don’t want to talk about it, we’re already suffering, complaining will just drag out the inevitable.” A surly expression settled in on the mien, russet hues peering around the horridly rural area. A life time of growing up in cities and around those considered of higher status allowed a negative attitude to swarm her, “Though I am missing my cellphone  — and central air,” she scowled under her breath, lord forgive her if any of those unaware could overhear. 

If he hadn’t been so annoyed, he’d have found this funny. In fact, the more he looked at her, the stranger things got. Because she was there without her phone and with a few flyaway hairs from the humidity. Still Beth in stature, but just barely. She was doing a fair better job blending in than he was. He missed jeans, he missed the simplicity of tshirts and it’d hardly been a day. The one plus side was that the knot of black curls tied at the base of his neck seemed to be pretty common. “Are you doing anything at least?” Alex knew he sounded like a petulant child as he leaned back against the bars, elbows against the wood. His eyes took in other patrons, women in large skirts and men in complicated looking coats. A bar was a bar, even back in this time. Style of dress changed, but everyone seemed to be in the same varying stages of inebriation. The thought of this brought him a little amusement and he managed a scoff before raising a brow at his companion. “Fancy a drink then ‘m’lady’?”

[alxndrhenderson]

“Would you keep it down?!” It was a hushed snap, one Alex immediately regretted but he turned his head away so Ghost couldn’t see his frown as he entered the house. A mission without Aerith wasn’t an uncommon thing, they didn’t always do something together. But things had gone South quick with just the two of them. He’d be first to say it was his fault, it was his hot headedness. If he’d just held back a moment longer the two vampires they’d gone up against wouldn’t have gotten the jump on them. Ghost had taken the brunt of the attack, was still bleeding through his shirt. Alex himself was a little scraped up, the flannel shirt he’d been wearing haphazardly hanging off of him after throwing it on quickly after shifting back. He felt sore but he’d make it, he was more worried about dragging Ghost into the kitchen without waking Aerith up. The last thing either of them wanted to do was worry her further, she’d seemed on edge enough about not going with them. Pressed against his companion’s side, he heard a creak from a floorboard near the stairs and paused in the darkened hallway. @witheredwarren @resiliencic

[witheredwarren-blog]

Aerith smoothed out her gown with nervous hands. She’d just got back from her world, dropping off her notes to Susannah for the second time and relishing the fact she could jump from space to space so seamlessly. She was doing well. Three notebooks full of information as many people as she could observe not just with her eyes, but with the eyes of her friends as well. 

She hadn’t even known about the festival until this appeared her bed. The white gown more regal than anything she’d ever owned before. Was it a gift? Had she earned it somehow or was it just a flook in the world’s design?

Either way, she liked the look of the flowers in her hair. “How long do you think it takes them to write their songs?” 

[alxndrhenderson]

“Longer than I’m going to pay attention, I’m sure.” Aerith, his fellow shifter, was far better at socializing than he was. She was good company though, sweet despite their...Cause. Ghost had recruited her but he’d been quick to welcome another shifter to their midst. Alex, while not standoffish towards his fellow Ouros members, had a particular soft spot for her. He sympathized with her, was happy to have her around. But that didn’t mean he was going to start taking this whole scenario seriously. “Fancy a drink, m’lady?” Brows raised, the grin he wore could only be interpreted as sarcastic before it gave way to being sheepish. Ridiculous, this whole thing was ridiculous.

[alxndrhenderson]

“So then what are you up to?” It was too casual for their situation, but Alex was quick to sidle up to Ghost at the tavern. To say he was bored was an understatement. Each day had been just watching people he already watched while awake and making sure he was available if he was needed. Some dream. This was Ghost’s doing though, partially at least. And while the setting wasn’t something he was particularly enjoying, he was curious as to how the whole thing had come about in general. Shifting was pretty straightforward, but everything the oneiroi could do? He didn’t understand it at all. @resiliencic

[alxndrhenderson]

kaseyxreid‌:

Kasey steeled himself, averting his eyes the moment Alex decided to show off. The phoenix was always fretting moreso than not, now. Henderson was his responsibility, and if he was going to pull Beth from this life, he would be damned if he didn’t try and bring Henderson as well. “Just because you shift into a wild animal doesn’t mean you have to be one all the time,” Kasey smiled a little bit, holding Alex’s coat up for good measure. “Fine, the view was nice but that’s not why I’m here. Come on, let’s head back to the goddamn inn we’re staying in. You doing okay so far?”

Pulling his shirt over his head, Alex raised a brow at Kasey’s comment before giving a shake of his head. No, he didn’t have it in him to joke right now. Taking his coat and shoving his arms through the sleeves, he let out a sigh before managing an almost sardonic smile. “Fine, ‘m fine. Bit bored is all.” That was an understatement, he was just doing his part to stay out of bigger trouble than all of this was already. He was trying to stay available, keep an eye on things until it was decided that he was needed. “How about you?” Shoving his hands in the pockets of his coat, he found his eyes raking over the other’s form. No, he seemed alright. Was just being his usual hovering self. It never really bothered him, the protectiveness. He himself could be just as bad, but Kasey often beat him to worrying. 

[alxndrhenderson]

“Out of all the time periods, they had to go with this one.” Unamused, Alex looked from their rather dull surroundings to his companion. Beth still stood out, just as she did in modern time even in period appropriate dress. He didn’t expect any less of her. “Could have been anything. And we got this.” He just couldn’t really wrap his head around it, what it was supposed to accomplish. Granted, he often wondered why everything needed to be so elaborate. After a decade of this, he’d learned not to ask questions, just hope that the outcome looked to be in their favor. @bcthgarrison

[alxndrhenderson]

“You enjoying the show?” He didn’t look up as he finished pulling doing up what this time period considered pants. Definitely a departure from his usual jeans. This whole thing was kind of much, but he didn’t ever really consider anything they did to be direct, much to his annoyance. The one plus side was that with things more rural, he could run around a bit more freely and he fully intended to take advantage of that. He’d smelled Kasey at the edge of the woods beforehand and he figured he’d probably found his stash of clothes. Or had just figured he’d inevitably run off to relieve some stress. They’d known each other a decade, he didn’t think anything of the phoenix popping up. Especially considering their current situation. Bending down to pick up his shirt off of the ground, Alex let out a huff. “Least one of us is having fun.” @kaseyxreid