tell me what you fear

[cadewinslow]

lusawaters‌

Lusa was convinced that there should be a prize for making it through ridiculously long shifts. Not necessarily long in length, but long in grumpy patients and bizarre cases. She deserved a cup of coffee, or maybe a millennium’s worth of sleep. Unfortunately, her shift wasn’t done until she was out of her scrubs and far, far into the parking lot, running for her truck. Fifteen more minutes… But as tired as she was, as much as she wanted to go home, a familiar face in the ER waiting room always perked her up. 

“Please tell me you’re here to say hi to someone or use the bathroom or something, and you’re  not here for yourself…”

If it were possible, Cade would avoid the hospital as much as he possibly could. He hated the smells. Having been bidding his time against the wall of the waiting room, a brow curiously rose at the sight of the familiar nurse. “Why, busy night?” He inquired with a soft smile, something otherwise uncharacteristic to his true personality. “Uh, bar fight.” He responded after a beat, indicating the gash on his temple.

[cadewinslow]

andersxlucero‌

“What I want, I’m pretty sure you can’t deliver.” Anders gave a small smile, making his way closer to Cade, “Do you know what your mother gave me?”

“It’s a tad insulting you think so little of me.” The words were spoken through the ghost of a smirk, his eyes soon rolling at the question delivered to him. “I’m sure all her gratitude and devotion.” His gaze returned to Anders, lips curving ever so slowly, “Is that what you want from me?”

[cadewinslow]

cxthmpscn‌

“That doesn’t count, you’re the most dramatic person I know, and that’s saying something, so..” She swilled her drink around a little, making no move to drink any of it as she lay, sprawled out across the couch, kicking her feet up a little to rest on his legs. “What? – See! Exactly. When are we just going to stop throwing town wide events? They’re welcome signs for the psychotic.” 

“Me? The most dramatic person you know? Cait, I thought we discussed this. You really need to branch out, make new friends. Can’t just rely on me.” It was a little too easy to relax when in her presence, falling into that careless teasing manner. The smile on his lips was genuine, which was certainly saying something given his outlook on most things. A hand nestled on the top of her ankles, his upper body turned towards her. “The psychotic? OK, who’s being dramatic now? You make it sound like Jason Voorhees himself just emerged from the lake.”

[cadewinslow]

andersxlucero‌

“Aren’t I?” Anders looked over Cade’s features, a small smile tugging at his mouth, “The bigger picture, huh? Maybe you’ll understand how things work around here, Cade. There was nothing personal about this. I could not care less about how you use your magic, but your mother did – and she paid one hell of a price. I know what you want, but your morals won’t sway me.”

It was slow, the cant of his head as eyes narrowed briefly, as if he were truly taking a moment to gauge the other before him. His head straightened up, the smile returning to his lips. “Oh, I’m fully aware of how things work around here.” Hands slid into the pockets of his pants, they were otherwise useless to him now, all thanks to Anders. “Who said anything about morals? Everything comes with a price. Name yours.”

[cadewinslow]

alexandercassadine‌

Alexander had worked in bars across Europe, Asia, and parts of the Middle East. It was a job that didn’t even really require you to know the language. He could pull a pint and mix a cocktail and make change. Boom, job done. So it wasn’t as strange as some people might’ve thought for him to buy a bar. It wasn’t, as his mother put it, proof of him suffering some sort of traumatic brain injury. Given the recent events, he was expecting business to be booming. Something about trauma always made people want to hide somewhere with low lighting and a crowd and drown their sorrows. Mixing up a pint of margaritas, he dropped it off at a table before coming back to the counter. “You need a drink? Or a cheap therapist? We provide both at Scruffy’s. But you have to buy something if you want the bathroom key.”

The only tragedy that plagued Cade was the pure and simple fact that he could feel the fear all around him, radiating off of nearly everyone he came into contact with and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it. He could feel it just below the surface, the need to tap into his powers and project all those fears bottling up inside of him from those in the small town. But instead of relinquishing that knowledge to the man across the bar top, he put on a crooked smile and played his part perfectly. “I definitely don’t need a therapist. I mean, I hardly even talk to the one at the precinct and I think she’s starting to get suspicious.” Which wasn’t exactly all false, he simply twisted the truth. “A drink’ll do just fine. Whiskey, neat please.”

[cadewinslow]

andersxlucero‌

“And you’re an easy guy to avoid.” Anders allowed a grin to grace his features, looking at the blocked traveler not too far from him. It was amusing, to say the least. He’d been paid a hefty price to keep the other “cursed”, “I can’t wait to hear your reasoning for finding me. I’m sure it’ll be just as good as your mom’s.”

“Hilarious,” he breathed out the word with the shake of his head. Pushing from the wall he was propped against, Cade slowly brought himself closer to Anders, taking in the words spoken from him. “No,” he spoke the singular word as he stopped just short of the other traveler, taking a moment to size him up. “My mother didn’t see the bigger picture, and I’m starting to wonder whether you’re capable of it either.” 

[halsteadsass]

[tindyxcandy]

[caseydeidricksource-blog]

[cadewinslow]

for the nerd @andersxlucero

“You know,” he spoke from his perch against the side of the building, “you’re a hard guy to track down.” With one leg bent at the knee, foot pressed flat against the wall behind him, Cade turned his head only slightly to take in the sight of Anders, the very Traveler that his mother made a deal with. The very one that he needed to make a new deal with.

[caseydnetwork]

[halsteadsass]

[cadewinslow]

cxthmpscn‌

“When was the last time we managed to make it through a town wide event without something happening?” She muttered against nonchalant thought as she slumped into the confines of his couch, “Prom? Nobody died that night — Tommy almost puked himself to death but.. nothing crazy.”

“Nobody died? A part of me died just by actually going to the damn thing.” He argued as he leaned back into his couch, one arm outstretched along the back. The recent happenings were certainly unsettling to say the least, but Cade held no actual worry for the note that lay attached to the deceased male. “Hey, what about the --- nope, scratch that one too.” He grinned shortly after his words, showing that he was simply joking.

[boyzicon]

[casey-deidrck-blog]

[tindyxcandy]

[cadewinslow]

fletcher-swxn‌

     “Judge me all you like, but someone had to spike the damn punch. Chances are you’ll even thank me later, when you’re not moping about while dancing alone or brooding in the corner; trust me on that one. No one wants to be sober come midnight.” 

“Or chances are I pour it out and ruin all your fun. I’ll let you decide which one sounds more appealing to me.”