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[memesomething]

love languages meme

words of affirmation

“You’re really good at that.” 

“I care about you.”

“I missed you.”

“Will you call me when you get there?”

“Of course I noticed. You matter to me.”

“This was a really good day.”

“I really like spending time with you.”

“I’m in love with you.”

quality time

[ boardgame ] - sender and receiver play a boardgame together

[ shopping ] - sender and receiver are grocery shopping together 

[ date ] -  sender contacts receiver, trying to arrange a date night (or lunch, etc)

[ vacation ] - sender and receiver take a vacation together 

[ cooking ] - sender and receiver prepare a meal or some sort of baked good together 

[ family ] - sender and receiver spend some time together with either sender’s or receiver’s family, “i want you to meet my family” style

gifts

“This made me think of you.”

“I saw you were out, so I picked some up on my way back.”

“It’s your favourite, right?”

“I’ve been looking since you couldn’t find it last week.”

“I made it, I thought you might like it.”

“Take it, if you like it.” 

“You should try it, I think you’ll like it.”

“Were you still thinking about seeing that play? I have tickets.” 

acts of service

[ grooming ] - sender does some small grooming task for receiver (washing their hair, wiping away stray flour while baking, etc)

[ light on ] - sender knows receiver will arrive to their location late at night, so sender leaves a light on for them

[ morning ] -  sender prepares a cup of coffee/tea for receiver

[ private ] - sender does something to defend receiver’s privacy when a third party is threatening to cross receiver’s boundaries

[ lie ] - sender lies in a way that is intended to protect receiver

[ water ] - sender runs a hot shower/bath for receiver after receiver has had a long day

[ meal ] - sender prepares some sort of meal for receiver (breakfast, lunch for the next day)

[ ride ] - sender gives receiver a ride somewhere

[ sick ] - sender cancels work to take care of receiver while they are sick 

physical touch

[ couch ] - sender rests their head against receiver’s shoulder while they sit beside each other

[ passing touch ] - sender passes by receiver and just briefly touches their shoulder, or the small of their back, or their waist

[ check ] -  sender checks receiver over for injuries, insisting on checking receiver over themselves to be sure that they’re okay

[ kisses ] - sender presses a kiss, or several kisses, to something receiver is not used to having kissed (a scar, freckles, their stomach, etc)

[ righting ] - sender does something to ‘right’ receiver; straightens their tie, sweeps their hair back into place, fixes a curl back into place, etc 

[ shove ] - sender shoves receiver affectionately because receiver is teasing them

[ presence ] - receiver is upset, and sender is - simply - present. they put their hand over receiver’s, or they sit beside them so their shoulders knock, or they link fingers, or they just barely toe at receiver’s shoe so they’re reminded they’re not alone.

[batteredbutnotbroken]

xseen2muchx​:

She winced at the word, unable to hide her expression.  Her arms folded protectively around her, waiting at a distance...just in case.  Not that she was afraid of him.  No it would be un-Alex to be afraid of getting hurt.  But then again it was also un-alex to feel like she was trapping a man.  That was never her intention with Matt.  Actually over the past three years it had become painstakingly obvious that she couldn’t have a kid.  She hadn’t talked about it with Matt but she had talked about it with Sam.  

It had been a horrible but needed conversation.  His father had passed it down to him- he had passed it down from there.  But He didn’t have a son.  She was his only kid and according to the doctors, she wasn’t going to either.  Sam was getting older and even though he would keep going to the day he died, they didn’t want to wait for that.  Matt and Casey.  She’d been the one to say it.  Sam had considered her, looking wounded by the fact that they had to talk about this at all.  But he’d nodded.  And that had been before they had become....them. 

The kiss had her unwrapping from herself a bit, hands coming to the sides of his shirt to hang on.  The little laugh brought a small smile to her lips but she did her best to school it.  “No...I mean yes.  Right now yes.  But- maybe not the whole time.”  She winced and opened her eyes up to looks at him. “Please dont get excited?  I dont want you to get excited and then it...”  She trailed off, gripping onto him a little tighter and looking down at the nearly non existent space.   “This could go very very very wrong.  I dont want you to get disappointed.”  She reminded him.  

His forehead rested against hers after a moment. Matt wasn't foolish enough to not think this a big deal but he also understood the concern that was rolling around her mind. His thumb brushed over her cheek softly, a soothing motion that he hoped would help. Those weren't worries or concerns that he could do much about, at least in a physical sense. Reassurance and promises to sit by her side through it all if something were to go wrong. It was all that he could offer. Matt took a slow breath in and pulled her closer so that she was resting against him.

"We'll deal with it as it comes, sweetheart. Okay?" A soft kiss to her lips and then the tip of her nose. "There isn't a reason to worry until we need to. For now, we can be happy. There isn't anything wrong with that. If it's meant to be, it will happen, and if not? It's not. I love you and nothing is going to change that." He pulled back just long enough to offer another reassuring smile. The worry and the concern would only cause more problems. He would be at he"r side no matter what. His son adored the woman more than anything. So they had their own little family.

"You're okay with it, right?" Probably the first question that should have been asked. Just because he was happy, because they had formed this little family, didn't mean that she wanted to go through with such a tremendous effect on her body. Lord knew she had enough of that sort of thing to last a lifetime, even if this was a good thing. At least in his eyes.

[batteredbutnotbroken]

@xseen2muchx : future starter

"What?" The disbelief was there, though there wasn't a single fiber of his being that believed she was lying. Alex didn't lie, not like that. Not about such a big thing. In the back of his mind, there was that little voice whispering about what others would think. Far more for her sake than his own. While they had been together for some time, figuring things out, they had only let others in on their relationship relatively recently. Looking down and away for a moment, letting the reality of the news sink in, work was abandoned as he moved over to the woman. Surely his reaction would have caused her worry and that was not what he had intended at all. It wad just a little bit of shell-shock over it.

Grabbing her softly, one hand cupping her cheek and the other smoothing around her hip to her back, Matt pressed a kiss to her lips. A kid. She was pregnant. He was going to be a dad. Again. A soft laugh ecasped, his lips barely pulled away from her own. Matt couldn't think of anything else outside of what she had just said, all tasks for the day gone from his head.

"Are you sure?"

[batteredbutnotbroken]

@sincerexsiren : Random starter

Okay, so maybe it was a bit of an overprotective nature. Maybe it was a worry that something was going to be missed. Maybe it was him deciding that he wanted to be around and being unable to say it. Shane Walsh had never exactly been great with that sort of thing. Actions always spoke louder than words. The patrols always ended or began around Trinity's place, something that his partner had brought up only once before wisely keeping any thoughts to himself. This morning was no different, slow rolling by the house to check for anything that seemed out of the ordinary. Today, Shane was on patrol by himself, Rick having had to take the day because Carl was sick and Lori was away. Pulling the car to a stop, he sipped his coffee and observed the house on the quiet morning. Peaceful. It was always the sense that he got when he was around. A couple minutes could be spared to ensure that there wasn't any trouble.

[batteredbutnotbroken]

sincerexsiren​:

The sheepish smile just made her own brighter, shaking her head at him with amusement.  Of course she had noticed but she wondered why he didn’t just come in like he had when he had fixed her window.  Was he upset that he’d come in?  Scared after he’d noticed that his leg had healed too fast?  Figured things out at all?  If he was why hadn’t he just asked?  Sometimes she forgot that other people didn’t just ask.  

“Very quiet.”  She assured him, leaning lightly against his cars window frame after she had handed off his breakfast to him.  “Maybe they’ve noticed the police cruiser on the road.”  She teased playfully.  One hand came up to push some of the still dark hair from her face, a contrast from when they had met.  “Maybe they would be more scared away if you came in for breakfast tomorrow hum?”  She asked before correcting herself.  “And your partner of course!”  

The soft touch was welcomed, Shane pausing in his perusal of the goodies in the bag to enjoy it. Even if it was overtly obvious that was exactly what was happening. Well, that wss the point of patrolling through the area, making sure that everyone got the message loud and clear. No one was meant to be causing trouble around here. For her or anyone. It was a personal mission at this point to ensure that nothing happened. He couldn't be there all the time to prevent every bad thing but that building sense hadn't left him for a moment since he has responded to that first call.

"Breakfast tomorrow, huh?" There was the typical, confident smile that usually adorned his lips as he looked back up at her. She wasn't bothered with his presence, so it meant that this would be okay. Rick might have his ass, if he was in tomorrow, but Shane didn't care. "Guess I can't really say no to that."

[batteredbutnotbroken]

sharpenurdamnknife​:

Piper shifted, an inner debate going on in her mind.  She didn’t let things get out in her small town.  In fact she had driven 45 minutes to get here so nothing would get back.  She already got shit for not going to the Baptist church in town from the little white haired busy bodies there- the last thing that she needed was Maxine Forrester and Reverend Daniels showing up on her door step with a bible and a poorly baked bunt cake.  This seemed far enough away though and he seemed less….Baptist enough.  

“I…I have a house.  Its really really old and,”  She wrinkled her nose.  “There’s a lot of stuff in it.”  At least the house would seem less gross then a blood line curse.  or so she hoped.  Who knows, it might have been like bed bugs.  “When I was little I had Nanny’s who watched out for it but its been a while.”  She admitted.  “I think it might need an update.”  She shrugged a shoulder as if to say just in case as opposed to my little sister has been talking to ghost and I’ve been waking up with shit drawn on me.  

She watched the dog move away after the pat and disappear into the back which suddenly seemed much bigger then up here. Her eyes followed before she started chewing on the inside of her cheek.  “You know what?  Never mind….its probably stupid.”  She quickly backed herself up as she heard the door open and close in the front.  “It’ll just tell me to burn some sage or sprinkle some salt or…something.”

An old house. That could mean a whole lot of things and really, Evan wasn't foolish enough to think that it was just the house. With how shifty and nervous she was about the situation, likely it meant that far more was going on. Without having all the details though, he could hardly point her in a proper direction. After all, there were heavy lines of distribution that occurred in the occult, in the way that things moved and interacted. A soft hum came from the dark haired man, eyes assessing the brunette carefully. With the jittery nature, he didn't think she was fucking around. There was a genuine need for the material there.

"Probably have something that would help," he offered up. "Gonna have to go looking for it for a moment.'" The backtracking wasn't unusual. Especially those that needed the help and didn't like making a scene. Evan didn't get another word in however as she began to back up. Back tracking and second guessing. That wasn't anything unusual. Maybe a sale wouldn't come out of this. A steady gaze held on her. If only she had an idea of who she was talking to or how seriously he actually took things like that. Maybe she would have been more willing to allow help.

"Choice is yours." An opening left in case her mind was changed. He picked up the empty box once more and headed back towards the counter and the door that led to the back. Access wouldn't be granted to her but if she was curious and wanted to know, she would follow. Evan was sure of that .

[sharpenurdamnknife]

batteredbutnotbroken​:

The ins and outs of his shop were known like the back of his hand and as he shifted the box in his arms, it was apparent what the woman had been looking at. Given the way that she jumped and shoved the book back into it’s current home, she was embarrassed and nervous to be caught. Not the first time that had happened. Certainly not the last. A knowing smirk came to his lips, though there wasn’t a press for anything. Business had to be taken care of with some more pressing customers but that didn’t mean that the warlock couldn’t take a moment and enjoy this interaction. It was practically demanded.

“You might be surprised at what I have in stock, or what I could get in for you are looking for something a bit more specific.” He balanced the box on a shelf and his thigh, beginning to unpack it. “Good thing I don’t actually work here then isn’t it?” A tease if there ever was one. He was immune to a pretty face after all. The dog appeared again, sitting at his legs and staring at the woman with a slightly tilted head, as if sensing something about her. Enough for Evan to pay a little more attention.

Piper watched him for a long moment, shifting just the slightest of bits.  Trust her to stumble upon an attractive person when she was looking for something like this.  She pushed some of her hair behind her ears, trying not to scowl at her bad luck.  Granted he had most likely already made assumptions based on where she was in this bookstore.  

“Wow.  That it one hell of a line.”  She joked back, shaking her head.  Damn a funny one too.  Granted the fact that he was in a bookstore probably made him smarter then most people she knew; much less guys she had dated.  “Oh yeah?  You just lift those for the glamour muscles and cause you like it right?”  She asked, nodding the the box.  That was before her eyes settled on the dog.  She wasn’t bad around animals but she had never had one and now?  Well she was holding it together with the two of them but she doubted adding a 3rd life to that was a good idea.  

She watched it for a long moment, a little bit wary as it stared at her like that, like it was judging her for her bad taste in books too.  “I uh…”  She looked back at the shelf.  “Do you happen to have any more of…these.”  She nodded to the hoodoo section, as if she shouldn’t say it and alert the rest of the shop that they were there.  She wasn’t exactly sure, even with the books there, what side of southern ideals he fell on.

[batteredbutnotbroken]

"Ya know, to each their own," he shrugged, tone playful as he continued to stock the shelves. Hands moved with a practiced easy, Evan barely paying much mind to what he was doing, as his focus was mainly on the woman that was standing across from him. The man wasn't oblivious to the way that Amarok was training all his attention on the woman, careful in his observation. That typically meant that there was something there about the woman that couldn't be caught by the naked eye. A fact that may end up being a little more important than he initially thought. "Helps that I own the place."

The box emptied, he glanced towards what she was gesturing to and realized why she was seeming a little jittery. Here in the south, those sort of things were all but forbidden. If she only knew what happened elsewhere in the business, though that wasn't revealed. It was pointless to do so when he had no idea if she was serious or just another one of those individuals that was looking at it for kicks, to piss someone off. So there was a line that had to be toed carefully.

"Yeah, I have a few more. You looking for something specific?" The ask came again, Evan needing to have an idea about what she was seeking and how serious he could be about the inquiry. "Gotta have an idea of what you need." Other business was going to have to wait a few more minutes and he gave the dog a scratch behind the ear. A quick pat to the head had him heading off, something that would give his other customers and idea of how long this would take.

[xcertifiedgeekx]

CASEY DEIDRICK as Max Parish In the Dark ● 1.09 Deal or No Deal

[papa-evershed]

[batteredbutnotbroken]

@sincerexsiren : Random starter

Okay, so maybe it was a bit of an overprotective nature. Maybe it was a worry that something was going to be missed. Maybe it was him deciding that he wanted to be around and being unable to say it. Shane Walsh had never exactly been great with that sort of thing. Actions always spoke louder than words. The patrols always ended or began around Trinity's place, something that his partner had brought up only once before wisely keeping any thoughts to himself. This morning was no different, slow rolling by the house to check for anything that seemed out of the ordinary. Today, Shane was on patrol by himself, Rick having had to take the day because Carl was sick and Lori was away. Pulling the car to a stop, he sipped his coffee and observed the house on the quiet morning. Peaceful. It was always the sense that he got when he was around. A couple minutes could be spared to ensure that there wasn't any trouble.

[sincerexsiren]

batteredbutnotbroken​:

@sincerexsiren : Random starter

Okay, so maybe it was a bit of an overprotective nature. Maybe it was a worry that something was going to be missed. Maybe it was him deciding that he wanted to be around and being unable to say it. Shane Walsh had never exactly been great with that sort of thing. Actions always spoke louder than words. The patrols always ended or began around Trinity’s place, something that his partner had brought up only once before wisely keeping any thoughts to himself. This morning was no different, slow rolling by the house to check for anything that seemed out of the ordinary. Today, Shane was on patrol by himself, Rick having had to take the day because Carl was sick and Lori was away. Pulling the car to a stop, he sipped his coffee and observed the house on the quiet morning. Peaceful. It was always the sense that he got when he was around. A couple minutes could be spared to ensure that there wasn’t any trouble.

Its not like the house was in a place that would be easy to just stumble upon.  Sure you could drive past the property but it was something that you rather consciously had to get too.  Trinity had noticed the police cruiser- obviously.  Often she would offer a little wave if she could but she didn’t want to scare him off anymore then the incident already had.  This morning though she couldn’t help it as she came out onto the porch, wrapping her silken robe around her as she came down the steps through the morning mist to see him.  

The grass was still wet under her feet as she approached, waiting for him to roll down the window.  “Good morning Darling.”  She hummed, reaching in to hand him a small brown bag that radiated the smell of banana and fresh bread and butter- as if somehow she still knew he’d be by.

[batteredbutnotbroken]

Well, shit. Caught. Not that Shane had been attempting to be inconspicuous about the whole thing but he hadn't exactly sorted out his feelings on the matter let alone what hers would be. A bit of a sheepish grin came to his face as he rolled down the window before his eyes darted to the bag and then back to the front of the cruiser. The man took a second to gather this thoughts as he reached out for the bag, a hum of appreciation coming as his stomach rumbled.

"Morning," he offered as his lips twitched, slowly pulling upward into another smile, a little more genuine and less like a kid whose hand had been caught in the cookie jar. "Things staying quiet around here?" He knew they were but it felt like it was polite to at least ask. He wanted to eye the way that the robe clung to her body and it took every ounce of willpower that he possessed not to openly stare.

[batteredbutnotbroken]

@sincerexsiren : Random starter

Okay, so maybe it was a bit of an overprotective nature. Maybe it was a worry that something was going to be missed. Maybe it was him deciding that he wanted to be around and being unable to say it. Shane Walsh had never exactly been great with that sort of thing. Actions always spoke louder than words. The patrols always ended or began around Trinity's place, something that his partner had brought up only once before wisely keeping any thoughts to himself. This morning was no different, slow rolling by the house to check for anything that seemed out of the ordinary. Today, Shane was on patrol by himself, Rick having had to take the day because Carl was sick and Lori was away. Pulling the car to a stop, he sipped his coffee and observed the house on the quiet morning. Peaceful. It was always the sense that he got when he was around. A couple minutes could be spared to ensure that there wasn't any trouble.

[batteredbutnotbroken]

@sincerexsiren : Random starter

The blade bit, slicing through the palm of his hand. Drips dropped towards into the mixture in front of the warlock, only strengthening the wards that were built around him. Ancient, arcane magic. The sort that scared others off, the sort that few dared to dabble in. Times like these called for it however, and Evan was not one of those that shied away. No, the bullheadedness that often led him to be the one running headfirst into routine, normal trouble was what also had him flipping through the worn, brittle pages of the older books that lay to his side. The forest was silent around him as he took one in his good hand, he paced around the little area he had cleared out for the ritual.

[sincerexsiren]

batteredbutnotbroken​:

He wasn’t unaware of the shifting changes that the Earth was undergoing, restoring what had been undone. The matter would be dealt with soon enough and there was always a loop hole to make things work in the favor of the spellcaster. Undeterred, he continued on, reading the ancient text as he walked. Until the voice came. Parlor tricks. Nothing to concern himself with though he glanced around to see the source and dark eyes landed on the woman emerging from the trees. She may not know who he was, but he knew her. Evan made it a point to know every magic user, natural born and learned, in the area. Good for business but also good for anticipating trouble. Like he had. The Wallace family, while well respected, were known for their rather strict adherence to the whole do no harm. A rule that he took issue with when it came down to it. The wards would hold for a time. “A minor inconvenience.” He shrugged and looked to the book. “As anyone else would. I walked.” A smart-ass reply to a genuine question as he thought out his current escape route. Certainly fighting with the witch was an option but there were bigger fish to fry, which was why he was here in the first place.

She considered his words, walking around his ward in a circle.  Not so much threateningly.  More curiously.  He might know of her family- most likely her mother, but the truth was that until you met Trinity, you were just making guesses.  The said she was strick.  They said she was strong.  Very few talked about how naviee she was for someone in her position.  How long she had been stuck on this land, unable to leave and how that could effect how a person grows and just what they learned. Not about magic.  But about people.  

“It doesn’t like it.”  She said, voice laced with concern.  Why would he do something that the land didn’t like?  It was where all magic came from.  She toed the line on the ward pulling her bare toe back with a wince when it burnt a bit. At least if he had walked meant he hadn’t teleported in here or used some kind of magic.  She didn’t think she could give more life force to the land right now. “I wouldn’t-”  She was cut off as a puckering sound came and the ground spit back the blood he had used right up and into his face. Her nose winkled.  “Thats really rude.”  She whispered to the trees and the ground and the air.

[batteredbutnotbroken]

His eyes kept bouncing, back and forth, up and down, keeping a close tab on the woman as she wandered closer to the wards before coming right up against them. There was now an unknown variable here, something that made it impossible to trust that things were going to be completed without a hitch. Her presence disturbed it all and the areas reaction, stronger with her around, just confirmed it. Evan was not in the mood to have to find another location. There wasn't as much time. She seemed to be buying his words, though there wasn't a guarantee of that.

"I'm doing what needs to be done." It was cut and dry, unlike how others made it. Though the blood that landed back on his face was not welcomed. Gritted teeth, the only sign of a growing frustration, he took to murmuring the spell, not wanting all the effort to go to an entire waste. Something could come of it. The shop of his would be safe and a section of the city, the one he resided in of course, would be all but sealed off from the impending force that was on its way.

[sharpenurdamnknife]

batteredbutnotbroken​:

The shop was quiet, as if often was on an off day. That sort of thing made it more difficult for Evan to slip other customers to thr basement where the important transactions really happened. Clientele that were regulars knew the routine, anyone in the store besides themselves, especially on slow days, and anything that were looking to purchase would have to be handled at a latwr date. No need for civilians and humans to know what happened behind closed doors. Amarok wandered the halls between the shelving units of the bookstore, free to do as he pleased. The hybrid dog stopped at the feet of the woman, tentatively sniffing at her feet before brushing by her.

Evan had pulled a box from the back to stock a few of the more empty shelves. The woman seemed to be shifting through various volumes, though it wasn’t possible for him to figure out what she was looking for specially.

“Did you need help finding something?” The sooner he could get her out of the shop, the sooner he would be able to conduct the business that was waiting on him.

Piper flipped through a few pages of the book she’d found but it seemed to be a hoodoo book for teenagers pissing off their parents more then anything.  She cursed herself for not paying more attention to her Nannies when they let her sit in or gave her finger a prick for a spell.  Granted she had only been 12, almost 13 when the last one was fired for the act, but she felt like she still should have paid more attention.  When it had been just her cursed it was one thing but now that it was Cassie?  That was a big old no.

She glanced over her shoulder at the man, surprised to hear someone there and jumping a bit.  She recovered the best she could and offered him a little smile before quickly shoving the book back.  It still wasn’t exactly acceptable in a lot of parts in the south to be looking at books about hoodoo and witchcraft.  “I’m fine.  I don’t think that you have it.”  She admitted, stepping back, as if distancing would make it so he didn’t know what book she was looking at. She instead gave him an up and down in a very Piper like fashion.  “You dont look like a guy that works at a book shop.”  She chuckled. Hopefully it would distract him.

[batteredbutnotbroken]

The ins and outs of his shop were known like the back of his hand and as he shifted the box in his arms, it was apparent what the woman had been looking at. Given the way that she jumped and shoved the book back into it's current home, she was embarrassed and nervous to be caught. Not the first time that had happened. Certainly not the last. A knowing smirk came to his lips, though there wasn't a press for anything. Business had to be taken care of with some more pressing customers but that didn't mean that the warlock couldn't take a moment and enjoy this interaction. It was practically demanded.

"You might be surprised at what I have in stock, or what I could get in for you are looking for something a bit more specific." He balanced the box on a shelf and his thigh, beginning to unpack it. "Good thing I don't actually work here then isn't it?" A tease if there ever was one. He was immune to a pretty face after all. The dog appeared again, sitting at his legs and staring at the woman with a slightly tilted head, as if sensing something about her. Enough for Evan to pay a little more attention.

[sharpenurdamnknife]

@batteredbutnotbroken​

Piper flipped through the book on the shelf in the book store, only to put it back a moment later.  She should have been better at this by now but the truth was that the wards in the house were waring thin.  There were no more nanny’s keeping them up or teaching her how to do them.  20 years was too long to ask for anything to last anymore it seemed.  She’d caught Cassie talking to ‘friends’ and cringed.  She knew that it was normal for kids to have imaginary friends but she also knew what was in her house- what had happened in her house to people at the hands of her ancestors.  And while it sucked and she hoped they were burning in hell, she and Cassie should not be the one that ghosts took their vengeance out on. 

Putting the book back on the shelf she shrugged her bag up on her shoulder, sighing to herself and rubbing her temple.  Book stores weren’t really her thing to start with.  Sure she’d grab a new cookbook once in a while but she couldn’t even remember Bon temps having a library besides the very very censored one at the southern school where your choices were the Bible or the Kind James Bible.  

 Shaking her head she debated asking for help but what exactly would she even say? Or ask for? “Shit.”  She muttered to herself.  “New age bull shit- figures.”

[batteredbutnotbroken]

The shop was quiet, as if often was on an off day. That sort of thing made it more difficult for Evan to slip other customers to thr basement where the important transactions really happened. Clientele that were regulars knew the routine, anyone in the store besides themselves, especially on slow days, and anything that were looking to purchase would have to be handled at a latwr date. No need for civilians and humans to know what happened behind closed doors. Amarok wandered the halls between the shelving units of the bookstore, free to do as he pleased. The hybrid dog stopped at the feet of the woman, tentatively sniffing at her feet before brushing by her.

Evan had pulled a box from the back to stock a few of the more empty shelves. The woman seemed to be shifting through various volumes, though it wasn't possible for him to figure out what she was looking for specially.

"Did you need help finding something?" The sooner he could get her out of the shop, the sooner he would be able to conduct the business that was waiting on him.

[batteredbutnotbroken]

@sincerexsiren : Random starter

The blade bit, slicing through the palm of his hand. Drips dropped towards into the mixture in front of the warlock, only strengthening the wards that were built around him. Ancient, arcane magic. The sort that scared others off, the sort that few dared to dabble in. Times like these called for it however, and Evan was not one of those that shied away. No, the bullheadedness that often led him to be the one running headfirst into routine, normal trouble was what also had him flipping through the worn, brittle pages of the older books that lay to his side. The forest was silent around him as he took one in his good hand, he paced around the little area he had cleared out for the ritual.

[sincerexsiren]

batteredbutnotbroken​:

@sincerexsiren : Random starter

The blade bit, slicing through the palm of his hand. Drips dropped towards into the mixture in front of the warlock, only strengthening the wards that were built around him. Ancient, arcane magic. The sort that scared others off, the sort that few dared to dabble in. Times like these called for it however, and Evan was not one of those that shied away. No, the bullheadedness that often led him to be the one running headfirst into routine, normal trouble was what also had him flipping through the worn, brittle pages of the older books that lay to his side. The forest was silent around him as he took one in his good hand, he paced around the little area he had cleared out for the ritual.

The moment he cut his hand and a drop of blood hit the earth, the soil swallowed it up, almost as if it was cleaning. Again in the place that he had cleaned for his ritual, the soil moved to restore itself to exactly the way it had been before.  

“That wont work here.” Came a voice from in between the primeval trees of the Louisiana land. It seemed to come from everywhere and no where at once.  Trinity stepped out from in between the trees, stepping down one of the roots like it was a step made there just for her.  “It doesn’t like change.  And it doesn’t like other people trying to harness it.”  She told him, head cocked curiously.  She stopped just short of one of his wards, bending down at the waist to look at it curiously, still a few feet from the stranger.  She looked up at him.  “How did you get here?”  She was surprised someone could make their way to this part of her land without her knowing, without the property warning her.

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He wasn't unaware of the shifting changes that the Earth was undergoing, restoring what had been undone. The matter would be dealt with soon enough and there was always a loop hole to make things work in the favor of the spellcaster. Undeterred, he continued on, reading the ancient text as he walked. Until the voice came. Parlor tricks. Nothing to concern himself with though he glanced around to see the source and dark eyes landed on the woman emerging from the trees. She may not know who he was, but he knew her. Evan made it a point to know every magic user, natural born and learned, in the area. Good for business but also good for anticipating trouble. Like he had. The Wallace family, while well respected, were known for their rather strict adherence to the whole do no harm. A rule that he took issue with when it came down to it. The wards would hold for a time. "A minor inconvenience." He shrugged and looked to the book. "As anyone else would. I walked." A smart-ass reply to a genuine question as he thought out his current escape route. Certainly fighting with the witch was an option but there were bigger fish to fry, which was why he was here in the first place.

[batteredbutnotbroken]

Send “✆” for a MORNING text. -Alex to harvey

[Text: My girl] Had to head out early and you were sleeping so I didn't want to wake you. Delievered 8:00AM

[Text: My girl] You probably already found the breakfast I left for ya. Delievered 8:05AM

[Text: My girl] I'll text ya again when I land. See you in a few days, sweetheart. Delievered 8:07AM

[batteredbutnotbroken]

“✆”-Shane to trinity

[Text: Nature Girl] Know you probably aren't awake yet. Did a patrol in the area and no signs of any trouble makers. Delivered 4:30AM

[Text: Nature Girl] Stopped by the house and left something for ya on the front porch. Delivered 4:45AM

[Text: Nature Girl] Don't think I'll be able to stop by, pulling a double. So let me know if you need anything. Delievered 7:30AM

[batteredbutnotbroken]

Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text. -piper to patrick

[Text: My One and Only] Don't make any plans for tomorrow night. Delivered 10:59PM

[Text: My One and Only] Just trust me, okay? Be ready at 8PM. Delivered 11:03PM