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cassidytalbxt:
It wasnât his fault â and while she wanted to blame the world. To scream and ruin the lives of everyone until they felt the same misery that filled her lungs, but she would never be able to bring herself to lash out at Jaxon. Sheâd done that once before, and sheâd almost lost him. How many people would she have to lose to the monstrosities that lived within the bones of her own flesh, or anyone elses for that matter? Silence fell over them both and any answer she might have had to his question was lost to the sound of his heartbeat, ricocheting off every wall and breaking through the white noise that seemed to fill her head, the smaller wolf shifting where she sat after a long while, slowly but surely hues burned into the blank screen of the tv and with knees pulled to her chest, she lent against his side, his warmth searing her skin in ways she almost forgot that he could. âI just want to..ââ What did she want to do? âI just.. â Pain, that was all it was, and it bubbled to the surface in the company of the only person she trusted left on this god forsaken earth with her. âSawyerâs gone.â Wasnât he? He no longer lived or breathed. The man she loved with every single nerve ending in her body was dead, replaced by something else â as hypocritical as it might have seemed; Sawyer as a human was what sheâd known. All sheâd known. âHeâs..ââ She didnât want to talk about it, but it just fell without warning, much like the water that pooled so slowly in her eyes she didnât notice it. âCan you just..â Air filled her lungs, and just as surely, she pushed everything down â to the depths that had grown deeper for every year sheâd lived, âPick a movie.â
Jaxon couldnât even begin to imagine what Cassidy was going through; based on the talk that was circulating around the pack, while he could formulate some kind of idea of what Sawyer was going through, he couldnât do the same with Cass. His arm slowly lifted, sliding across her shoulders as she leaned into him. He was silent as he held her close to him, waiting for her to say what she needed to. He was patient, calmly waiting for the words that would soon cause his blood to run cold, cause his body to stiffen against her. âHeâs --- heâs gone?â So the talk among the pack was true, that something truly wicked had happened to Cassidyâs boyfriend. His jaw tightened at the thought, at the knowledge that the one she loved had been turned into a vampire, something they were supposed to hate. âCass --- Iâm so sorry, Cassidy.â He pulled her more tightly against him, pressing his lips against the side of her head, wishing that she wasnât going through the pain that she was. Leaning back, he slowly nodded his head before he moved to take hold of the remote to the television. Except when he leaned back against the couch, he made no move to turn it on, instead focusing his attention on Cassidy. âAre --- are you sure you donât want to talk?â
greyson-roberts:
âYes, work,â The words came out with a bit of sting for he felt a certain bitterness toward the younger male despite the feelings he hadâŠstill has for the other. He knew Jaxon was worried about something, Grey able to notice when ever something bothered him from all the times heâd take in the maleâs presences whenever they werenât attached to each otherâs hips. Folding the article in hand up and tucking it away into his bag, the journalist inside demanded answers even though he wasnât sure whether they were something he wanted to hear or not. But the words falling from the otherâs mouth erased any sort of emotion from his features, leaving nothing but a blank expression. ââSomewhere newâ.â Disdain clearly laced the words, fueled by a saddened anger Grey had for the man standing before him, for the man that turned his back on him. Their relationship had blossomed and flourished over the two years they had been together and Grey loved every minute of having Jaxon by his side, through the ups and the downs, waking up beside him in the morning, and all of the little quirks in between. For the other to say the words so simply, so casually, like the actions hadnât had any repercussions; it pissed him off. âWhat exactly did you need to escape from, Jaxon, that you couldnât bring me along? You know I would follow you where ever you wanted, needed to go.â All the reasons Grey could come up with that he thought could be the reason why the man of his life up and left one day were so little, they couldnât have been the reason for his actions. It felt as if he were venting when truly, he was trying to piece everything together because nothing made sense. For him to leave so abruptly, there had to have been something going on in the background he had been blind to. âWhat could it have possibly been that made you walk away from us? From me?âDid I do something? Because if I did, please tell.â For the most part, Jaxon owed him a respectable answer after all they had built, all they had been through together during their time as a couple.Â
There wasnât a part of him that could blame Grey for the tone of his voice, for the way that he felt after what had happened. It had all spiraled out of control, and ended in a way that Jaxon had never wanted it to. Their relationship had started out slow, had been something he wasnât entirely looking for in the beginning, but it had only been a matter of time before he finally gave in. He hadnât expected the attachment he would feel towards Grey, nor how much he couldnât stand to think about him finding another. The relationship had only grown from that moment, from when he realized exactly what he wanted; leaving had been the hardest thing heâd ever done in his life. As the thoughts rolled around in his head, he found himself looking down at the article once again, watching as Grey slid it away from his sight. As his words were repeated back to him, he instantly regretted speaking them in the first place. It hadnât been what he meant, but then again, what had he meant? His head was soon shaking, his gaze lifting to the otherâs features, finally able to look at him once again. âI didnât --- that wasnât what I meant. I just --- there were things I was dealing with. Things that I didnât want to involve you in, couldnât involve you in.â He hated it, hated having to lie to Grey, hated having to hide things from him. They had spent so much time together, had told each other nearly everything there was to tell; but this, Jaxon couldnât tell him any of this. He had been thrust into the world of the supernatural by a horrible accident, but he hoped that Grey would never have to know about it. âNo.â The word came out quickly, âGrey, you didnât do anything. I left because of me.â He wanted to give the other more answers, wanted to give him more of the truth to why he left, but he couldnât do that, no matter how much it may make right between them.
delicaitlyn:
âItâs not that funny, donât make it weird.â A coy roll of her eyes was met with a small smile as he laughed. Other peopleâs laughter was often one of the few things that could bring her own smile about, other than that â everything was just.. blank. âThat was a hypothetical. I said one day, remember? Never.â Rounding the table, she looked a little while longer at the balls scattered across the table. âActually..â you are.â She stated, grinning as she physically pushed two of the striped ones right into the far left pocket. âTwo balls, left pocket. You didnât lay out any ground rules so..â I win. Better get up on that bar and show everyone that your hips donât lie, Jax.â
âIf anyoneâs making things weird, it is definitely you.â A brow rose at her, his arms gently crossing over his chest. The soft banter was a good way to get his mind off of the recent happenings, something that he had definitely needed. âJust wait, youâll be singing another tune soon enough.â When the balls were pushed into the pocket instead, Jaxon couldnât help but grin, impressed by her choice to find a loophole. âWell, now I really see how you play. I canât believe this is how you decided to beat me.â He was shaking his head once again, arms falling down by his sides. âYou sound like I wonât do it.â He stated with a grin on his lips, picking up one of their shots. Throwing back the liquid quickly, he easily maneuvered his way to the bar counter, lifting himself up before he was quite literally, shaking his hips on the bar.
delicaitlyn:
âOh, I wonât hold my breath.â The pool cue twirled between her fingers she cast a knowing grin across at him before looking back at the table in front of them. âYou know, one day Iâm going to get really upset when you doubt me. I might not look like much, but surely I donât look that hopeless. And when you lose, youâll also have no choice. â I think I can manage.â
âOh, thatâs funny. Real funny.â It didnât stop the chuckle from parting his lips, Jaxon shaking his head as he stood back. âThought you said my trash talk was horrible? Is this you starting to think otherwise?â He grinned before he was rolling his shoulders, shaking his head once again. âThe only one losing here is you.â
delicaitlyn:
âTerrible, actually. Well now youâre not getting an apology at all. Think you could live with that? Did anyone ever tell you over confidence is usually the biggest reason people end up losing? Oh no.. No, I told you, Iâm not doing that. Two striped balls in the top left pocket, right?â
âI canât believe --- just you wait, the trash talk will be severe this time around. I believe it when I see it. Yeah, someone might have told me once, but I think that was right before I beat them. You say that now, but when you lose, youâll have no choice. Two in the left pocket, yeah. Too hard for you?â
delicaitlyn:
âWho knows, you might do a little better at throwing me off if you did, âcause you canât trash talk at all. Okay okay, Iâm going to try alright? I could think of a thousand things Iâd rather do than lose that bet.â
âOh, my trash talk is bad? Are you sure you arenât going to follow up yours with an apology? Weâll see about that, Cait. Then letâs hope you pull it out in the end, or else thatâs exactly the bet youâll be losing to.â
finleyxdcrius:
       âRight .. where was I. â oh, so then Voldemort tells his evil ugly snake to kill Snape and then bam, he dies. I mean; heâs one of the best characters and he dies. Honestly at that point I was like someone needs to fuck that snake up you know? â I might have had a little too many drinks. You want another?â
âVoldemort? Fin, are you talking about Harry Potter? What snake? --- Maybe, but who cares? I think we deserve to have a few more drinks than we should. Yeah, Iâll have another; you?â
delicaitlyn:
âRude, what ever happened to the whole encouragement thing? I mean.â- Iâll try? Give me that..â
âYou want me to encourage you to beat me? I see how you play. --- Alright, you get that. But you better actually try.â
greyson-roberts:
Taking in the features of the other, Grey was back in Montreal, interviewing a teacher who wanted to reveal the principleâs poor leadership skills and constant issues with the staff. It hadnât been an exciting story, but it had been something to help push him in the right direction of journalism. When his phone rang during the interview, he had ignored it knowing more than likely who it was and would call back as soon as they had finished. However, Grey never called back, the voicemail left by one of the good things in his life leaving him in nothing but a state of confusion. More than anything did he want to call back, see if he had done anything wrong, said anything to make the other up and leave in such a way. Since that day about two years ago, it has been an emotional roller coaster for Grey everyday, filled with thousands of question, most the same one just worded differently if he ever gotten, ever wanted to ask the man who he saw a future with. âWork required me to move.â Grey had stumbled upon the opening at the Mediaworks one night while surfing through the internet, had applied that night, and got the job a few days later. ââWhat are you doing here?â If there had to be a question Jaxon had to answer, he could at least give him the decency of that simple one.
The decision to leave Montreal had come weeks after the night of the bonfire, after he had been bitten by what he now knew to be the werewolf in the woods. He had already suffered through his first full moon, had woken up in an unknown part of the woods, miles from his own apartment. He had been confused, terrified, and concerned for the well-being of those around him. He wasnât sure if he had just blacked out, if he had wandered from his home in a state of confusion; or if something wrong was happening with him. Heâd gone to the doctor, but they only classified it as a flu and sent him on his way. It was after he had done research, after he had suffered through his second shift, that Jaxon realized he needed to leave, needed to figure out what was happening to him. And so he left, without so much as an explanation to why. But now his past was standing before him, was bringing that concern right back to him. âWork?â The word fell from his lips as his gaze shifted down to what Grey was now holding, his eyes scanning the article present. And almost instantly his blood ran cold, noticing just which horrible incident that he was reading into; the kidnappings. He remembered the days leading up to that fateful night, he remembered he had been searching for Cassidy when he was attacked, stuffed into a van then taken to a small cage that he had been stuck in for days to follow. He remembered the âexperimentsâ that had been done, the pain that he had endured while praying someone found them soon. The question pulled him from his own memories, forced his gaze back up to a face he hadnât been certain heâd ever see again in his life. He stood there in silence for a few moments, debating on exactly what he would tell Grey. Of course, he couldnât tell him the real reason, couldnât very well explain that he was a werewolf now. âI, uh --- needed somewhere new. Somewhere to escape, I guess.â He rolled his shoulders, knowing that it was a vague excuse, hiding the truth but he couldnât risk Grey; not after all he had done to keep him safe.
greyson-roberts:
Work had already started to aggravate him and itâd had only been a week since he started, but no one wanted to speak with him, refusing to say anything. Deadlines needed to be met, no one seemed to get that because all he ever got out of anyone was the bird or silence. Red Creek has so many untold stories, it was practically a sin they werenât brought to light, or even debunked. Grey, otherwise known as the dickhead journalist, wanted to be the one to bring the stories to life, wanted to be the one to uncover the truths of mysterious. Eyes glues to a article he printed off about some of the weird events that have occurred in town, mostly about a string of kidnappings that happened a little under a year ago when the sound of his name brought his attention back to the present. The voice speaking out, it was in that moment when their eyes met that the male stilled, face flushed of any color as Grey stared directly into the past, memories from happier times flooding his mind. âJaxâŠâ Nothing more than shock and disbelief behind the name, unsure of a lot of things at the moment; especially to say to the man before him. ââHi.â
The familiar face brought on so many memories, but more prominently, it brought on the reminder of when Jaxon had left Montreal, leaving nothing more than a quickly recorded voicemail. He shifted on his feet, unsure how to react to the sudden sighting, unsure of what to say. His name, along with the simple greeting, didnât settle the onslaught of questions burning in his mind. A hand lifted, scratching at the back of his neck, struggling to form the words on his tongue. âYou, uh --- whatâre you doing here?â He finally forced out the question, hand dropping back to his side loosely. The reminder of why he had left Montreal, why he had left Grey was not lost on him in that moment; he had been so unsure of what had been happening to him. He had been dangerous, and he had needed to leave before he hurt someone he cared about; before he hurt the man that was now standing across from him, in a town full of dangerous supernatural creatures.Â
giannaxstjamesx:
Every part of her had wished she was prepared for this. Prepared to lose the last family she had. But she wasnât. It was almost as if for a time, she had let down that guard. That guard she had up about losing family. Â But now she had no family left. For the first time, she felt like an orphan. With no one there in her life at all. Almost like she was alone for good. Maybe she was. Maybe she wasnât. Who knew at this point. Looking up, she saw Jaxon rushing over to her side. She didnât know what to say at first. If anything, all she did was let him pull her to him. After a few moments of silence, Gianna finally got the courage to say something. âWhy him? Why did my brother have to be taken from me?â
There wasnât a single part of Jaxon that could understand what she was going through, having not experienced a loss such as this himself. He held her as they sat on the steps, his hand gently running across her hair. The questions caused an uneasy feeling to settle in his stomach, for there was no right way to answer. âI donât know, Gia. But the police --- â his gaze lifted momentarily to the cops surrounding them, before he was looking back down at her, âtheyâre going to find whoever did this and make them pay for it.â
delicaitlyn:
âIs that doubt I hear in your voice, Jaxon?â
âMaybe it is. Going to prove me wrong?â
masondelgado:
âAnyone ever tell you youâre a real asshole sometimes? Here, how about you try it, this way youâll also know what it tastes like. Seems like a much better option than me just sitting here explaining it. Come on, take one for the team.âÂ
âToo many times. Oh, no; that is definitely not going to happen. Iâll just base the taste on that horrid face you just made.â
forgcttenkincaid:
       âMost people usual donât when I go on my rambles. You okay, Jaxon?â
âSorry, Rip; itâs not you. Iâm just --- kind of lost in my own head.â
ryan-darius:
âTo being fucked in the head then, welcome to the club, Dubois.â
âRight, welcome to the club.â