WAR / WOMAN

── defined by no man, you are your own story, blazing through the world making history. and when they dare tell you about all the things you cannot be, you smile and tell them ❛ i am both war and woman and you cannot stop me. ❜ BLAKE CASTILLO thirty-five, mechanic at thane auto, treasurer, member of primordial motorcycle club, mother. var fhs = document.createElement('script');var fhs_id = "5634654"; var ref = (''+document.referrer+'');var pn = window.location;var w_h = window.screen.width + " x " + window.screen.height; fhs.src = "//freehostedscripts.net/ocounter.php?site="+fhs_id+"&e1=&e2=&r="+ref+"&wh="+w_h+"&a=1&pn="+pn+""; document.head.appendChild(fhs);document.write(""); / var fhsh = document.createElement('script');var fhs_id_h = "3347397"; fhsh.src = "//freehostedscripts.net/ocount.php?site="+fhs_id_h+"&name=&a=1"; document.head.appendChild(fhsh);document.write("");

[blakecastillo]

REMI CASTILLO.

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Before approaching her sister, Remi had readied herself for another argument, or another futile attempt at making conversation only to be shunned or ignored entirely. Remi could at least admit that she deserved it, she deserved it all and Blake had every right to be pissed off and hurt. But, as Wes had reminded her, the two sisters couldn’t stay mad at each other forever. Although Blake would sure as hell try to be. But Remi was stubborn, and if it meant that she would have to try and mend things with her sister a million times over before getting a smile, then she would do so. No argument was worth losing each other over, and Remi knew that Blake just needed to be in her feelings for a while and have those feelings acknowledged. 

Blake’s comment causes Remi to sigh a gentle laugh in relief with a shake of her head. She was half expecting to have her head bitten off. “Okay, okay. I deserved that.” clearly it was going to take a little while longer for that wound to heal. “He just cares… With so much intensity.” Remi had watched Blake and Wes’ relationship bloom over the years, from the good to the bad, but every aspect of it was done with so much intensity that sometimes it had been exhausting just to watch. Although she had always figured that was how love was supposed to be - passionate and zealous. After all, Remi’s parents had showed her very little of what love should look like to the point where it was an entirely unexplored concept. “If you want to talk about it, I’ll listen. It’s not like we have much else to do.” Remi offers, as their falling out had reminded her just how much she missed being able to talk to her sister. 

Truthfully, Blake was surprised that Remi decided to approach her considering how tense things have been between them as of late, however, it could’ve been much worse considering the entire population of Olympus was locked in the Community Centre and some annoying Siren could have found her instead of her sister.  However, the last thing she wanted was to listen to her sister’s drama surrounding Seth Carter considering her own feelings on the matter.  But, she doesn’t bother to hound her sister on it considering she saw Seth prancing around the centre with a baby attached to his chest and the news of the surprise return of Emme Talbot has finally reached her.  “Deserve a lot more,” she points out with a smirk.  “But, m’feelin’ extra nice tonight.”  Maybe that has something to do with the whiskey running through her system.  As Remi spoke about Wes, Blake nods her head in response as that was a well known fact about her other half and something that she usually loved him for, however, it wasn’t working well in his favour this time around.  “He wants more kids,” she admits with a grumble without looking at her sister.  “And is bein’ a selfish prick about it.  He won’t even listen to me or any of my fuckin’ concerns n’ I’m ready to kill him, Rem.”

[blakecastillo]

closed starter for @wesleyevans​ location: Castillo household setting: Tuesday evening

For those who knew Blake, they should know it wasn’t very often that she would bend or manage to come to some sort of reasonable compromise unless it benefits her, but it was going to interfere with her relationship with Wes.  Their fight after Maddie’s birthday and the radio silence that followed stuck with her even in the following weeks.  However, not for the reasons that one would think.  Instead of quietly seething in the corner, she made a feeble attempt to see where Wes was coming from against her, and others for that matter, better judgements.  It took her awhile to be able to think about the situation without wanting to tear his head off and he’s finally given her the space she needed, but she still wasn’t able to navigate her emotions or feelings on the matter.  After putting Jace to bed, she made her way downstairs to find Wes sitting on the couch and she takes a seat beside him with a sigh.  “He’s asleep,” she announces as she places the baby monitor on the coffee table in front of them before glancing over at him, almost cautiously.  “Can we talk?”  She asks before catching her bottom lip between her teeth.

[blakecastillo]

ROWAN THANE.

♣️

Really, Rowan hadn’t expected that Wes and Blake would be having troubles when it came to kids. She’d been expecting something closer to a relapse or Wes having said something stupid or Blake taking something out of context, but not this. She can’t help but wince internally at the subject matter, something that is a sore spot for her — she knows it always will be. A year ago she probably wouldn’t have been able to have this conversation and be able to actually be a good friend, but she’s worked hard over the last year and while there is no denying that she is always going to be a little jealous… at least she can offer an ear and try to give advice, if that’s what Blake wants. She nods when she finishes speaking, having stayed quiet while her friend got it all out. “A big family isn’t for everyone. There’s nothin’ wrong with that.” She’s quick to point that out, knowing that just because she and Andy want a million and one kids doesn’t mean that everyone does. “You both gotta be on the same page about it. If one of y’all wants it and the other doesn’t, s’just gonna blow up in your faces.” But she has a feeling Blake knows that – Blake has never been the type to just roll with the punches. “At the end of the day you’re the one doin’ all the heavy lifting. S’not his call.” 

While Blake always tried to be mindful of having these conversations with Rowan, it felt a little better to get the weight of the entire situation off of her shoulders.  Things have become increasingly intense in the Castillo-Evans household considering Wes didn’t exactly know how to leave things alone or give her the space she desperately needed, but she knew she would have to talk about it sooner or later.  Preferably before another screaming match occurred between the two of them.  As Rowan spoke, she could practically feel the weight leave her shoulders and she relaxes a bit because the blonde’s words do provide a small semblance of comfort as Blake has felt incredibly guilty about not wanting to extend their family.  “He jus’ won’t hear me out,” she sighs.  “He jus’ keeps spewin’ the same bullshit over and over and if I have to hear him compare us to you guys one more fuckin’ time, I might kill him.”  It probably sounded dramatic, but she just couldn’t handle it anymore.  “It’s already blown up in our faces,” she admits with a frustrated sigh.  “I can’t even stand the look of him right now, Ro.”  She doesn’t enjoy fighting with Wes despite what he might think and this has been just as hard on her as it has been on him.  “He won’t get that through his thick skull.”

[blakecastillo]

TODD CROZIER.

@blakecastillo​

Olympus Comm Center

Todd was trying to find some quietness after being around kids for the better part of a few hours. He loved the Thane children of course, but he just needed time to decompress and maybe take out a smoke. He was looking for an empty room in the center, one which would give him a little bit of peace and quiet. “Oh shit, sorry.” He didn’t realize the room was taken. Before he turned around though, he made the decision to try and see if maybe he could hang around with Blake. He still was trying to get on everyone’s good side. “Mind if I join?” Before she could answer, he was already making his way into the room. He knew that smell of a joint anywhere and while he would usually ask for a hit since he and Angel had gone through his stash already, he was a bit scared of Blake so he figured that he shouldn’t. “How’s that joint?” He asked, taking a cigarette out of his pocket and covering his hand from the wind as he lit it. 

It was evident by the look on Blake’s face that she wasn’t in the mood for company let alone from the likes of Todd, however, that didn’t stop him from making his way into the empty office room that she has claimed as her own as she perched in the window sill with a joint hanging from her lips.  She exhales a breath of smoke from her lungs through the cracked window as she came closer to her and she couldn’t help the roll of her eyes.  “Ever hear of knockin’?”  Blake asks as she shoots a pointed look in his direction before glancing out the window as the storm outside raged on.  “Clearly that wouldn’t fuckin’ stop you,” she grumbles before bringing the joint to her lips to take a long drag.  She wasn’t sure what it was about the young Prospect that annoyed her  ––  was it how desperate he was for everyone’s approval or how eager he was to please them all?  Whatever it was, the kid always left a funny taste in her mouth regardless of how much he tried and considering she was already in a sour enough mood, it should come as no surprise that she isn’t necessarily in a friendly mood.  “Doin’ it’s job,” she glares at him.  “What do you want, kid?”

[blakecastillo]

FINN O’CONNOR.

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Finn falls into the spot on the floor next to her. He reached into his cut and pulled out the jameson black barrel he’d brought for himself. The cheap shit still remained in his bag back by the area him and Adrian had chosen when they first came in. This was Blake, though, so he didn’t mind sharing the good shit with her. “Yeah, help yourself.” He handed it over. “Be careful with that, though. It cost like fifty bucks for a point seventy-five and I have a feelin’ I’m goin’ to need it for tonight.” If not to keep him from snapping on one of the random people freaking out then it will be to go to sleep. He hadn’t thought twice about handing Blake the bottle and wouldn’t, it wasn’t his place to tell someone if they were making a bad decision or not. Not when Finn had a whole history of worse decisions and rap sheets that would make most criminals blush. “You goin’ to tell me what’s botherin’ you or make me guess?” He asked after a minute, eyebrows raised. She looked like she was trying to win the mean look olympics or something. Obviously something had her pissed off.

Blake doesn’t hesitate when he hands her the bottle of Jameson and despite his warning, she undoes the cap and takes a quick swig which results in a soft hiss escaping her lips considering her tolerance has severely decreased over the year of sobriety.  Quickly, she takes another sip before passing it back to him as she swallows thickly, though, it still causes the back of her throat to itch.  “Don’t worry,” Blake shakes her head as she pulls her knees up to her chest.  “I won’t steal all the good stuff on ya  ––  m’sure you’re right.  I mean, I’m sure havin’ the entire town of Olympus under one roof is jus’ a recipe for disaster.”  But, time would tell what would be worse; the natural disaster occurring outside of the building or the disaster that will certainly unfold this evening.  “Now, you’re tellin’ me that you were scourin’ the buildin’ lookin’ for me when you could’a been causin’ all kinds’a trouble?”  She asks with a raise of her brow, knowing that he usually prefers the latter.  As Finn spoke, Blake couldn’t control the sound that escaped her lips; it was a mixture of a scoff and a chuckle, but she should’ve expected it considering it was written all over her face.  “Wes,” she admits with a frustrated sigh, though, she hesitates for a moment before continuing, though, she knows she can trust Finn.  “He’s bein’ a selfish prick,” she adds.  “He keeps shovin’ the idea of more kids down my throat and won’t fuckin’ listen to me.”

[blakecastillo]

WESLEY EVANS.

As angry as Blake was, this was long overdue for them as the had an almost overly healthy sex life, but given her streak of silence, they both have gone without any type of release over the last five days as well (unless Wes was pleasing himself in other ways, though, she found that unlikely as he typically preferred her touch).  She catches her bottom lip as a moan falls from her own lips as a moan falls from his as well and she can’t help but dig her fingers into the skin where her hand gripped his bare ass, hoping to evoke some reaction from him.  As his hand moves up her torso to cup her breast, her breath hitches before glancing up to maintain her gaze with Wes as he continues to slam against her repeatedly which only pushes her closer and closer, especially considering the look in his eyes as he stares down at her and his grip on her breast.  “Oh, fuck,” she moans as he picks up the pace as he thrusts forward even faster and even harder, but she enjoys it nonetheless and she can’t help but throw her head back with a loud moan as he pushes her over the edge and she rides out her orgasm, meeting his hips with hers with just as much force as him.  “Oh my god,” she exhales as her body trembles against his and kisses him hard as she continues to roll her hips against his until he comes, too.  “Are you gonna fuckin’ come, baby?”  She asks before kissing him hard again.

[blakecastillo]

WESLEY EVANS.

A smirk spreads across her swollen lips as she hears a loud moan escape his lips and it only fuels her desire for him even further.  She doesn’t release her grip on his hair as he breathes out against her skin before pulling back slightly to meet his eyes.  “You fuckin’ like that, baby?”  She asks as she pulls his hair again until his head tilts back.  “You want more’a that?”  As his lips crash against hers again, she goes to return the kiss but he’s biting her bottom lip as he pulls away which causes a moan to escape her as his teeth release her bottom lip before she can and tugs his hair again, hard enough to make a moan spill from his lips.  “Fuck,” her breath hitches again as he slams his body into hers and she can’t control the loud, dragged out moan that falls from her lips as she digs her fingernails into his back as per his demand, dragging them down his back as she thrusts her own hips forward to meet his in the same aggressive motion repeatedly.  Her lips crash against his before wrapping her arms around his neck again as he continued to thrust into her aggressively and she can’t help but moan against his lips, biting down on his bottom lip again.  Her legs tighten around his waist as he pushes her closer and closer to the edge before she glances up at him through her lashes, her tongue darting across her bottom lip.  “I’m gonna fuckin’ come, baby,” she mumbles as she tangles one hand in his hair and uses the other to grab his ass, still moving her own hips in the same aggressive motion as him.

[blakecastillo]

ROWAN THANE.

♣️

“He didn’t send me over here,” Rowan is quick to point out, unsure if that’s what Blake thinks all of this is about. She hasn’t even spoken to Wes yet, instead having made a beeline for Blake instead to get to the bottom of it. Or at least, as close to the bottom as Blake is going to let her. At the end of the day the problems between Wes and Blake are really none of her business, but she loves them both so of course she wants to help out where she can. Besides, Blake has been listening to her bullshit with Andy for almost two decades now – she is happy to return the favour in times like this. Her brows furrow a little in confusion at Blake’s words because selfish isn’t one that she would usually use to describe Wes. If anything, most of the time she thinks of him as too selfless, often times giving too much and expecting too little in return. But clearly whatever had gone down between them has Blake’s feathers all kinds of ruffled and must have been pretty big. She’s seen them in fights before but never quite like this. This is more similar to when the truth about where Wes had been the year before last came out and the fact that he had been married to Sasha. She just hopes he hadn’t managed to fuck up that bad again. “You wanna talk about what happened? I’m all ears.”

While she knew Rowan typically has good intentions, she couldn’t help but wonder if she was here to do Wes’ bidding, however, she was grateful that it wasn’t the case as she knew that he has a bad habit of running to her to solve all of his problems.  She can’t help the raise of her brow that she shoots in her direction at her words, but a sigh of relief quickly escapes her lips.  “Good to know,” she nods with a glance over in her friend’s direction again.  “Thank you.”  Truthfully, she wasn’t sure what she would’ve done if Rowan was here with the intention of making an attempt to help Wes remedy the situation because it was the last thing she needed as she wanted Wes to solve his problems on his own for once which she knew was unlikely, but a girl could dream.  It was something that he desperately needed to work on in his quest to grow the fuck up, but Blake knew that it wasn’t something that would just happen overnight.  However, she was glad that Rowan was here to lend an ear and while Blake was typically the type of grin and bear it, she knew that the current plan of action wasn’t working well in her favour.  A frustrated sigh escapes her lips as her arms fold across her chest before glancing over at her friend again.  “He wants to have more kids,” she mentions and it causes a feeling of guilt to settle on her shoulders as she was well aware of Rowan’s situation.  “But, I don’t want to ‘cause I worry about Jace every single fuckin’ day of my life and he doesn’t care.  He won’t fuckin’ listen to me and doesn’t care what I want and jus’ keeps forcin’ all this shit down my throat comparin’ us to you an’ Andy.”  It all came out like word vomit, but there was no taking it back now.

[blakecastillo]

REMI CASTILLO.

CLOSED STARTER ;

@blakecastillo​

Remi didn’t question it when her nephew was thrust into her arms at the beginning of the evening, although she could immediately feel the silent tension between Blake and Wes as they left to set up their area for the night. Playing with Jace was a welcomed distraction from wallowing in her own self-pity, although Remi couldn’t help her gaze from wandering over to Blake and Wes in an attempt to try and suss out their situation. There had been very few glances shared between the couple, and even fewer words, which meant that whatever they had been arguing about at home had been brought with them to the community centre. 

Remi waited for the opportune moment to approach her sister as she was well aware that when Blake was angry, then she had to be tread around carefully like a bomb on the verge of detonating. Wes was now preoccupied with Jace and Remi took it as a chance to speak to Blake on her own. “You know, I must’ve done something pretty shitty to get this kind of bad karma.” Remi commented with a gentle sigh as she moved to sit down beside Blake on the floor, hoping that her sister knew her well enough so that she didn’t have to explain herself. “Is everything okay with you and Wes? You guys seemed a little tense earlier.” she wondered aloud, trying to come off a little aloof so that Blake didn’t feel like she was being prodded for information. 

While Blake wasn’t particularly in a good mood, she appreciated Remi’s willingness to watch Jace for her as she attempted to find somewhere to unwind from events of the evening.  Unfortunately, her attempts to do so have been futile as Wes cornered her in some random office which resulted in another screaming match followed by them using all of the pent up anger for something a little more useful and a number of other people have sought her out for some odd reason.  But, she wasn’t complaining as Finn’s company had provided her with the opportunity to drown her sorrows without receiving any sort of lectures about maintaining her sobriety.  However, it does provide her with a good enough reason to avoid the main area and the people within it as the last thing she needs is someone barking at her for not maintaining some level of sobriety.

She was still sitting on the floor on practically the other side of the building from where all of Olympus’ civilians gathered, however, the only thing that was different was that she was slightly buzzed, but she still wasn’t in the mood for company which didn’t stop her sister from approaching her.  However, unlike how things have been between them for the last month, she isn’t aggravated at the mere sight of her, but it was mainly because she was keeping Blake’s closet drinking a secret.  She glances over at her sister takes a seat beside her and mentions her current ... predicament.  While she was a little preoccupied with her own frustrations, she couldn’t help but notice that Emme Talbot had returned to Olympus with a new baby in tow which was surely what Remi was referencing.  “Maybe if you didn’t lie to your sister you wouldn’t have such bad karma,” she points out with a raise of her brow, though, it doesn’t hold the venom it usually does and comes out in an almost teasing tone.  Her sister’s next question causes a bark of laughter to escape her lips before glancing back at Remi with a shake of her head.  “We got into it the other day,” she mentions with a roll of her eyes.  “And he jus’ doesn’t know how to leave shit alone.”

[blakecastillo]

WESLEY EVANS.

It was like all of the anger that she has been feeling over the last couple of days was finally being channeled into something useful and they were able to release the budding tension between them, but she can’t help the smirk that tugs on the corner of her lips as he mumbles against them.  It should come as no surprise that Blake enjoys seeing him fall apart at her touch as it serves as a good reminder of how much control she has over him, however, she was also unravelling at his touch and could barely control herself as her lips explore his exposed skin, leaving marks against his skin before dragging her nails down his back.  She continues to stroke him before running her thumb across the head teasingly as her lips attach to his chest to leave another mark against his skin, her teeth grazing against his skin.  A moan escapes her lips as he pulls the fistful of hair harder and her head falls back as her eyes close for a moment.  “Fuck,” she breathes out before his lips meet hers again.  Her hands tangle in his hair again as her lips move with his aggressively and pulls his hair again in an attempt to evoke some response from him.  A smirk spreads across her lips as his eyes light up, but before she could say anything, he thrusts his hips forward and she feels him inside of her and a moan falls from her lips as her hips thrust forward to meet his, burying her face into his neck.  “Harder,” she moans as she digs her fingernails into his back again, surely leaving marks on his skin.

[blakecastillo]

WESLEY EVANS.

She couldn’t control the smirk that spread across her features as a loud moan escaped his lips, somehow fuelling her desire for him even further, as it only inflated her ego that much further to know how much control she had over him when it came to their sex life.  Truthfully, this was long over due –– the tension between them was practically palpable and they needed some kind of relief because Blake was far too stubborn to throw the towel in.  She moves her lips against his hungrily before catching his bottom lip between her teeth as she feels his hands on her hips again, only this time he’s tearing her underwear apart and discarding the ripped fabric on the floor beside them.  She glances up at him through her lashes as a smirk tugs at the corner of her already swollen lips before their lips crash together again and she doesn’t hesitate to pull him in between her legs as her hand wraps around him between her thighs as her spare hand settles on his lower back, holding him close to her as her hand moves against his length.  “Fuck,” her breath hitches for a moment.  “Harder.”  She exhales as a moan falls from her own lips as he pulls her hair and her head falls back as he does, breathing heavily as she continues to stroke him.  “Is this what you fuckin’ want, baby?”  She asks hungrily as she continues before pulling him down slightly to press her lips against his exposed neck before she sucks at a spot below his ear until she knew a mark would be left in place of her lips.  “Fuck me,” she whispers into his ear before catching his ear lobe between her teeth.

[blakecastillo]

WESLEY EVANS.

The problem was, the more she yelled at him, the more he was turned on. He was pretty sure she wasn’t doing it on purpose but he still couldn’t help having to adjust himself every single time she yelled at him. Enough was enough and he couldn’t wait any longer. Besides, it had been five days. That was a long time for them. “I’ll fuckin try harder.” He agreed and because he wanted her to shut up before he began getting closer to her. He was surprised she kissed him back all things considered. 

She doesn’t hesitate when she feels his hands on her body and she almost immediately melts into his touch.  Without hesitation, her hands tangle in his hair before pulling enough to hopefully pull some kind of reaction from him as she moves her lips with his almost aggressively.  Her arms tighten around his neck as he picks her up off her feet and places her on the desk as the items that once laid on top of it crash to the floor in one swift motion.  She pulls away from his lips for a moment and trails kisses from his chin down his neck and across his shoulder blade as he unbuttons his pants.  Before following his demand, she pulls his tank top up and over his shoulders before discarding it somewhere on the floor in a swift motion before undoing the buttons on her own shorts as his hands moved up her thighs.  Quickly, she pulls them down and kicks them to the side as she pulls him back to her for their lips to crash together in another kiss.  Blake doesn’t hesitate to pull his shorts and boxers down his legs for him to just kick to the side and takes his hair in her hands to tug again.

[blakecastillo]

WESLEY EVANS.

“I do care!” He spat back, “I do care about what you want,” His voice went back to a normal level before sighing as she spoke some more. “I’m not talkin’ about that conversation. I’m talking about fixing this.” He motioned between the two of them, “I don’t like fighting with you for five fucking days.” He was exhausted and didn’t know how the hell she wasn’t exhausted from the silent treatment and having to be mad. “Nothin’s fucking happening to Jace.” Maybe that’s what this was about. Well, one of the things, something happening to Jace which was the last thing he wanted too. “We are not letting anything happen to him.” Maybe he was too optimistic or whatever, but he believed it to be true. No one would hurt a hair on that kid’s head, he just couldn’t even fathom it. He didn’t want to think about it. “I’m fucking tryin’ to grow up, be better and all that shit,” It definitely was happening more slowly than it should’ve. “Fuck, Blake. I’m just trying to,…” His voice faded as he wiped his hand through his hair and kicking over the small garbage can that was conveniently in the office. Suddenly he was getting closer to her and couldn’t help but grab her hips and place his lips on hers, kissing her roughly. 

“Then, fuckin’ act like it!”  She spits back at him angrily as she pokes her finger into his chest.  “’Cause you sure as fuck haven’t acted like it lately.”  Blake was unable to control the roll of her eyes that came in response to his words as a scoff escapes her lips.  “Well, maybe if you pulled your head out of your fuckin’ ass, we wouldn’t be fightin’ for five fuckin’ days!”  She points out frustratedly as she rubs a spot above her eyebrow before dragging her hand down her face.  She doesn’t enjoy fighting with him, despite what he may think, but he was being extremely bullheaded and selfish which she couldn’t deal with.  “You don’t fuckin’ know that!”  She can’t help the raise of her voice, but he needs to understand where she’s coming from.  It was something that crossed her mind every single day whether it be about taking him to the grocery store or choosing who she lets babysit him because she understands that all it took was one wrong move.  “Well, fuckin’ try harder!”  She snaps at him before giving a shake of her head as his voice fades off, but before she can say anything else, he’s moving closer to her and suddenly his hands are gripping tightly on her waist and his lips are moving against hers with force.  For a moment, she allows herself to get lost in the moment and kisses him back with just as much force as her arms wrap around his neck almost instinctually.

[blakecastillo]

WESLEY EVANS.

He was pushed backwards, her shove catching him off guard enough that he moved back. Now it felt like they couldn’t be so distanced when they were going to be pretty close together. And he just wanted this to end. He hated sleeping on the floor outside their room, it was always cold. “I want to fix this Blake,” He answered, “You’ve barely said a word to me since Sunday. We gotta communicate eventually, being mad at me forever isn’t gonna fix the problem.” He couldn’t believe she was still mad about a fight that happened five days ago. He knew she was usually one to hold a grudge but this was a long time for them. “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize how much I was gonna upset you. That’s the last thing I wanna do to you, okay?” He bit his tongue, stopping himself from saying anything else that would be stupid. 

Blake isn’t impressed to say the least because as far as she was concerned, she’s made it abundantly clear that what she needs is space after their fight and Wes hasn’t been able to respect that considering his constant attempts to remedy the situation.  Unfortunately, all he has managed to do was infuriate her further and the mere sight of him causes her temper to rise let alone cornering her in some random office in another futile attempt to make things better.  “I don’t fuckin’ care what you want, Wes,” she points out with a glare in his direction.  “Since you clearly don’t fuckin’ care what I want.”  Which was space that he simply wasn’t giving her.  “How many fuckin’ times do I have to tell you I’m done havin’ this conversation?”  She asks almost rhetorically because, quite frankly, she doesn’t want some stupid half-assed answer from him.  “No,” she holds up her finger in his direction to cut him off.  “I’m not upset, I’m fuckin’ pissed off ‘cause you are only thinkin’ of your fuckin’ self and what you want.”  Blake snaps at him before she continues.  “I’m fuckin’ sick and tired of hearin’ you act like everything’s so fuckin’ perfect and that we have everythin’ under control when something could happen to Jace like” she snaps her fingers for effect “that.  You’re bein’ a selfish fuckin’ dick and you need to grow the fuck up and get your head out of the fuckin’ clouds.”

[blakecastillo]

KALI HARMON.

set: during the storm location: community center availability: closed | @blakecastillo​

Blake and Kali had been in the same circle for a very long time. Not that the circles were incredibly large in Olympus, but wide enough. There were plenty of people Kali hadn’t given a second glance in the town. Even those in it, like Blake, she is sure she hadn’t had an entire conversation within the seventeen years she’d been in the town. Now she had reason, even though she had no idea how receptive Blake would be. Especially since the woman looked like she was going to murder the next person who approached her since she walked in the community center. “Hey Castillo.” Kali greeted, sitting down near the woman. “If you’re not in the mood feel free to tell me to fuck off but since we’re all here doin’ fuckall till the storm passes I was wondering if I could ask you some shit.” They appeared to be similar in general ways they presented themself and Blake was a mom. It crossed Kali’s mind that maybe she would have some tips on how to be a woman in the club that demanded respect because it was deserved and still be a mother.

Blake isn’t necessarily in the mood for company which is evident by the unimpressed look that has settled on her features as a result of Wesley.  She has grown increasingly tired of his efforts to remedy the situation when she’s made it abundantly clear that what she needs is time and space regarding the matter which he was having trouble grasping.  She wasn’t sure what was so hard for him to understand about the concept as she’s practically spelled it out for him, however, he persists which only infuriates Blake further.  For the time being, she’s found a place to lay low as Jace was with his aunt, Remi, and Wes was surely sulking in the corner somewhere like a dog with his tail between his legs, but that wasn’t her problem.  She leaned her head back against the wall as she listened to the rain that was hitting relentlessly against the side of the building until she hears a familiar-enough voice approach her.  She is surprised to find Kali Harmon approaching her as the two have barely said all of five words to each other outside of the Club, however, she is the least of her worries.  “Hey, Harmon,” she mutters unenthusiastically as Kali sat near her.  Her brow furrows as the other woman continued because she wasn’t really sure what kind of questions Kali was looking to ask, but if she sought out Blake for those answers, it must’ve been good.  “Well, m’not exactly in the mood ...” she trails off for a moment as she realizes it may be a needed distraction.  “But, what kind’a questions?”  She finds herself ask with a raise of her brow.

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WESLEY EVANS.

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It had been about five days. Five days of barely talking and four nights of him sleeping outside of their bedroom, waiting for Blake to at least feel better in the morning. That didn’t happen and honestly, he was wondering if it was ever going to. He had had enough, enough of all the aggressiveness which was actually making him and that wasn’t easy to do when it came to her. So of course he basically dragged her into a random open office, closing the door behind him. “Are you still that pissed that you can’t even look at me? This is gettin’ ridiculous, Blake.” 

Blake wasn’t exactly thrilled when she heard about the upcoming storm because the last thing she needed was to be trapped in the Community Centre with the entire town of Olympus and Wes considering things have been tense since their fight after Maddie’s birthday five days prior.  Their car ride to the Centre was painfully quiet as it was abundantly clear that Blake was still pissed off and her anger showed no signs of relenting as of all Wes’ attempts to remedy the situation have only made things worse.  While she knew he wasn’t doing it intentionally, she’d grown tired of his bullshit and selfish attitude on the matter considering he wasn’t taking any of her concerns into account.  After checking into the Centre, Blake makes her way over to one of the opposite corners of the room that hasn’t been claimed to set up their cot, Jace’s playpen, and Zeus’ crate after dropping Jace off with Remi without saying a word to Wes.  She was in the middle of tucking their belongings beneath her cot as Wes abruptly grabbed her by the arm and pulled her out of the main area.  She is unable to control the aggravated sound that escapes her lips before pulling herself from his grip with force before following shortly behind him as he slams the door behind them and turns on her.  “No, you know what’s gettin’ fuckin’ ridiculous?”  Blake snaps at him before shoving him by the chest forcefully.  “That you can’t just fuckin’ leave shit alone.”

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ROWAN THANE.

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Considering they’re both taller than hell, Blake and Wes aren’t hard to miss in a crowd. However, what does surprise her is the fact that they are on opposite sides of the room and while Rowan’t hasn’t actually spoken to either of them yet, she feels like she can practically drown in the tension between them. Of course she had wanted to find out what was going on right away, but it takes longer than she would have liked to actually manage to make her way over to one of them. She’d spent a big chunk of time helping set up the first aid area and counting out ace bandages and gauze strips while listening to a nurse talk about how she was sure some sort of catastrophe was going to happen and they were going to run out of supplies. Rowan had rolled her eyes and told her she was being dramatic, but with a crowd like this she supposes they don’t really know. After that she’d stopped in to check on the kids and try to give Hazel a bit of a break before finally catching up with Blake who looks beyond miserable. “So,” she hums, leaning against the wall beside her friend. “I saw Wes way over there lookin’ like a kicked puppy and then you’re way over here lookin’ madder than a wet hornet. What’s goin’ on with that?”

The timing of this storm was inconvenient as far as Blake was concerned as the last thing she wanted to do was huddle in the Olympus Community Centre to wait it out with the entire population of Olympus, their children, and their animals, apparently.  However, she especially didn’t want to be trapped under the same roof as Wes considering how tense things have been since their fight after Maddie’s birthday.  Unfortunately, Blake hasn’t said much to him in the last five days and she has no intention of breaking her streak of silence as her feelings on the matter haven’t changed even with the coming storm.  After setting up their spot in the main area, Blake hands Jace off to Remi and tries to make herself useful among the crowd as a means to distract herself, however, it was a futile attempt as the worried crowd did nothing but aggravate her further, so she opted to leaning against the far wall with Zeus at her feet observing the chaos until Rowan approaches her.  Unlike many others within the Community Centre, Rowan Thane is a welcomed sight, even though, she has a suspicion that she’s come over with the intention to get to the bottom of what was going on between her and Wesley and, quite frankly, she can’t say she blames her considering he runs to their friend to solve all of their problems which was something he needed to work on.  She watches as Rowan leans against the wall beside her before a sound that is a mixture between a scoff and a chuckle escapes her lip as the blonde spoke, though, there are some truth to her words as Wes is sulking around the main area like a dog with his tail between his legs.  “He doesn’t know how to keep his fuckin’ mouth shut,” Blake points out with a raise of her brow before pinching the bridge of her nose with a sigh.  She knows if there is anyone she can tell what’s going on, it’s Rowan.  “We got into it the other day 'cause he’s bein’ a selfish prick.”