everest

Lethe-dependent rp

[clarksegen]

reybengio‌:

“Some people usually ask them how they’re doing and invite them in for some iced sweet tea or a glass of soda,” Reyna provided the alternate reaction. How many years has she been in America and still not gotten used to the customs here? Reyna looked at him with a look of disbelief. What are these people driving? Carts? “It’s blue and white, with the letters ‘BMW’ on it. But I’m going to assume you still have no idea what I’m talking about, so I’ll take that detector.” Reyna followed him, disregarding the risk she was taking by just following him to the back of his house. While she waited for him, she continued to keep her eye out for her keys. “So why do have a metal detector? Searching for gold and silver?” she asked him once he walked back out and following him to the back. “Found any valuable treasure with it yet? If it’s able to detect my keys, I’ll let you take it for a joy ride.”

“I keep myself busy fixin’ shit, I like to collect rustic pennies as well,” he half-lied. “Thanks but no thanks, I’m perfectly happy with my hunk o’ junk truck.” Clark was a very simple man, he didn’t need a shiny car to feel good. His truck was for work and kept his toolbox(es) neatly kept away, safely. 

He finally opened the shed then rummaged for a good thirty seconds before finding the metal detector on the far end of the building. “Just return it is all I ask. It’s a good one, couple hundred dollars. Not as shiny as yer car I take it but its still my baby all the same. Lemme show you how to use it.” He flipped the switch that said from Off to On, and gestured for her to put the headphones on. “I know they ain’t stylish but there’s no other options. Unless you want me to drive this thing, I don’t care either way.” He probably shouldn’t trust Reyna with something so expensive (well, for him it was expensive since he made honest and minimal cash. Too often did he give townspeople the ‘friendly discount.’ He knew it was a bad idea, but he couldn’t help it. He’s a lover not a fighter). However, the damned thing was so clunky he didn’t think she’d want to lug it around for any longer than she had to.

[clarksegen]

yasemin-asli‌:

Yasemin chuckled softly and shook her head, “Not at all.” As a gardener herself, she takes pride in her own patch of greenery and florals. “Mine is just as similar, but structured to my liking.” She was a bit into the aesthetics of how her home was looking. Brown hues travelled to Clark’s window as he responded to her question, giving her further insight and understanding of the whole thing. “Ah, that makes sense. Ugh, hopefully she’s around here…” She knew Snow had the tendency to run off, but it wasn’t like her to not come back on time. “Yes, white pure adorable fluff ball!” Her tone was proud as she went ahead and got acquainted with his garden. It wasn’t until she heard a soft ‘meow’ that Yasemin’s eyes darted to the feline in front of her. “Snooowww!!!” exclaimed the air nymph as she flopped onto her knees and scooped up the Birman cat into her arms. “I was worried sick! Why are you in Mr. Segen’s backyard hmm!?” It’s not like the cat could talk, but she just had to ask. “Ahhh Clark, thank you for letting me check here and also having your backyard so feline friendly!!” 

“Surprisingly, Ms. Yasemin, you wouldn’t be the first one to lose a cat in my yard. I had a feeling she was back here. I’m glad it all worked out and she can go home safe an’ sound. I even have some extra cat harnesses an’ leashes that I keep for the jittery, terrified ones. But she looks rather serene, I don’t think ya’d need it.” He put a hand out to pet the friendly feline who was purring in her owner’s arms, scratching under her chin as she closed her eyes. She knew she was happy and safe. “I can show ya out now. Besides, I don’t think a harness would fasten with all that damned fur,” he chuckled. 

[clarksegen]

nora-bernstein‌:

Nora’s expression softened at his words. She knew her father loved her, of course, but hearing him say it meant something to her. Even more so being aware of Clark’s past and how expressing his affection wasn’t something his family had taught him. The nymph held her dad’s hand and smiled at him until he let go. “Dad, be careful with your back” she said again as he winced a little, moving to adjust a pillow for him so he could lay down more comfortably.

Her father was probably having an amusing time poking some fun at her with Damien. It was the truth, though, they were friends. It’s what they were at present but the nymph would be lying if she said that the way she cared for the werewolf might go beyong just friendship. “I know, I know. I wouldn’t force the wrong thing with anyone, don’t worry” she assured him with a little eye roll accompanying her words. And ugh, that nickname. Anyone else would get smacked for calling her that, but not her dad. “Mein Gott” Nora laughed as he explained that he did in fact know what vines were. Well, well, she had a cool dad, apparently. “Would it make you rest easy to know I definitely wouldn’t get together with one of those weirdos?”.

“Heyyyyy, German counts! Put a penny in the swear jar!” he laughed. As if they had a swear jar. If so, he’d be so negative in his accounts by now... Good God. “Yes, I can rest easy now, hon,” he said, closing his eyes. He was tired and ready for a nap, but his hand found hers for a final time. “Sweetheart could you make me some milchnudeln? You know how I like it. No cinnamon, just a squirt of vanilla, syrup, and a lot of honey. I like it sweet.” He grinned up at her and loosened his grip from her hand. He adjusted himself on the couch, this time able to not hurt himself. 

[clarksegen]

yasemin-asli‌:

“Yeah! My baby Snow!!!!” whined Yasemin as she tried not to have a mental breakdown over a cat. But that was practically her child, a vital member of her family. Hearing Clark’s suggestion, the councilwoman fell silent and slowly nodded. “Mmkays.” She then followed him into his backyard and smiled at the arrangement that he had. “These are nice.” Nature did have a way with nymphs as they thrived off it. “Question though…” She arched a brow and asked, “What makes a plant…cat-friendly?” 

The backyard was littered, much like the front patio, with shrubbery and hanging trees and potted plants. It was very serene and green and he loved being outside. “Not too much?” he asked, trying to keep her distracted until she brought the question back to her Birman. “Cat-friendly would be something that’s edible. Like basil or dill. See those spider plants hanging in the window? There’s also some out here. Not to mention the obvious, catnip. I’m sure I’ve had some high cats in my yard for years on end,” he chuckled. “I don’t suppose it’ll be hard to see her if she’s back here, eh? Given the uh... fluffball, poofy...white fur-ness?”

[clarksegen]

reybengio‌:

Dark eyes scanned the area before her, attempting to pinpoint any signs of a black key chain that she must have dropped earlier on her run. Coming to a halt in the middle of the sidewalk, Reyna shook her phone around, hoping the flashlight would help her find the useful instrument of transportation. Reyna was about to ignore the remarks coming from the porch, not interested in the complaint or warning as she was more worried about finding her keys. However, a certain comment stole her attention upwards. “Oh, don’t talk to me about age, grandpa. You sound like you shake your fist in the air and yell at kids to get off your lawn.” Reyna looked back down at the ground, taking another look around the area before looking back up with a heavy sigh. “I’m just looking for a set of keys. Haven’t happened to find one for a BMW, have you?” 

“’Course I do, ain’t no other way to react,” he said with a genuine smile. “Christ, no I haven’t. Wouldn’t even know what the emblem of a BMW would be, t’be honest. I... I got a metal detector in my back shed. You wanna take it for a spin?” he asked the woman. Clark gestured for her to come closer, for he had to put his kindle in his house. He stepped in, leaving the door open a crack, and placed it on the side table near his couch. Easy enough to find, unless he forgot in a few hours’ time and acted like the grandpa she so rightfully named him. He stepped back outside the front door, locked the house, then gestured again for the young woman to follow him to the side of the house, to the gate that he opened manually with a latch, and brought her to a good-sized shed. He slid keys around on his very busy-looking keychain and turned it in the lock. 

[clarksegen]

nora-bernstein‌:

Nora only laughed before she leaned close to kiss her father’s forehead tenderly. His following comment made her tilt her head a bit to the side, studying her dad’s expression. “Come on, it’s not sentimental to say I love you” the nymph mentioned much more casually, speaking of love in a very different way than he had. She hadn’t grown up with any shortage of love unlike him, accustomed to express how she felt towards her mother and Oma, used to hearing them say how much they loved her. But Clark’s life had been different… he’d said a thing or two about how things used to be in his family. “I love you, dad. You know that, right?” she mentioned after a moment of silence, not wanting him to have any doubt on the matter, wanting to be open and honest even if he hadn’t grown up being used to that.

“80′s romance was a little out there…” she said with a chuckle. Big flowers, boomboxes and grand gestures weren’t really her type of romance. It was also hard to imagine Damien à la John Cusack. Besides, as she said, the werewolf and her were just friends. A little smile began to spread across her lips as her father talked, though. How could she not when he was saying those things to her? That in spite of everything he did want her, that he treasured her. “I love I got your ugly nose” she teased, tapping her father’s nose with a finger. Then her dad mentioned Damien again and Nora gave him a look, eyes wide, and an amused smile creeping up her lips against her will. “Friends, dad. We’re friends”.

“I love you too, daughter,” he said hoarsely, groping for her hand to hold momentarily. “I know ya do. You have so much love in that giant heart of yours. Your mother... she did well. You’re amazing, Nora,” Clark commented quietly. He could get sentimental, too. If he wanted. And as they were bearing their hearts out, why the hell not tell her how much she meant to him? He was the luckiest man in the world to find his daughter so many years after unknowingly abandoning her. But she’d turned out amazing. Better than he ever could’ve expected anyone in her shoes, or even in perfect circumstances. 

He gave her a final squeeze before returning his extremity empty-handed to his stomach as he laid on his back. “Ack,” Clark heard himself groan, wincing away from her playful touch of his nose. But a smile was on his lips, and the gesture was adorable. So Nora, something that was so like her. Something he never would’ve imagined a daughter of his own making would be like. How was he even a father? Did he deserve such a title? 

No, he didn’t think so. He grinned up at her again when she complained about Damien. “Don’t gotta be, but I get it. Someone is out there for you, whether you’re lookin’ or not. And seems like you have the patience, so that’s good. Nothin’ worse than forcing the wrong thing, honeybun.” Clark’s teeth flashed in a grin at his nickname for her, a surprise to both of them. “Just checkin’. Ya gotta be up for anything, there’s a lotta weirdos out their with their love names. Ever see that vine where the guy’s singing ‘I love you bitch’ to his girl? Yes, I know what vines are. Memes in video form.”

[clarksegen]

mackbrennan‌:

Mack smiled lightly and walked onto the porch easily, sitting cross-legged on the ground next to his chair.  “Mmhmm. And how old is that now? 500, right?” she teased, settling herself on the porch easily- well, easy for her. Sometimes she had bits of jealousy shoot through her when she overheard people in this town talk about how old they were when she knew that her sister would live to that age without her. It would kill Maya, she was pretty sure (just not literally), but Mack didn’t much like being left behind either. But the jealousy got better the more she got to know someone, and she saw Clark nearly daily. “Just.. out on a walk, saw you out here. How ya doing?”

Clark scoffed at the child. “Not even 150, bitch,” he laughed, but knew deep down it may be taboo to talk about because the girl might not even live to see 50. He placed his ebook reader in his lap and turned the chair so he could look at her from a better angle. “Well, shee-it. As a matter of fact I’m doin’ fine now that I see you here. Have nothin’ better to do then see your boss? Pretty soon you’re gonna take over my goddamn business, a young cutie like you. Ain’t no one wants an old rickety nymph.” 

[clarksegen]

yasemin-asli‌:

Yasemin was floating frantically down the sidewalk as she searched left and right for Snow. Since when did her cat have the audacity to sneak out on her like that!? Hearing a voice call out to her, she looked over at Clark and narrowed her gaze. “Oh don’t talk to me about fines Clark, I’m well aware of them!” she exclaimed. Running a hand through her hair, she pouted and looked stressed out of her mind as she explained her situation. “Snow, my precious baby is missing!! She’s a Birman cat have you seen her!?” 

Clark looked up from what he was doing and finally noticed how distressed she looked. “A Birman, huh? I have not. But tell ya what, I have some cat-friendly plants in the backyard. Why don’tcha come on back, we’ll look for a bit, if she’s not there I’ll help you ‘til it gets dark. Deal?” He offered a smile, trying to ease some of her tension, but they were nymphs and not fae. Clark then gestured for the councilwoman to follow him around back, through a channel of concrete between shrubbery to the wooden gate that went to the back. It was a small town so it was just a simple latch to unlock, no keys or digital code or anything. While he was distrusting, he also knew he was home and safe. And now, with his daughter, his girlfriend, and her son, he was loved. 

[clarksegen]

nora-bernstein‌:

“Ne, bleibt mal wo du bist!” the nymph quickly chastised her own father as he tried to sit up. Her hand went to his chest and she pushed carefully to make him stay in place, laying down as he should be. Nora rolled her eyes and shook her head, but soon enough a tiny smile began to cross her lips. That was typically Clark. Always claiming to be alright even when he wasn’t, always saying he could keep going even when it was okay for him to rest a little. Luckily for her, she had Mira on her side most times to make sure her dad didn’t overdo it.

“It’s okay to let me look after you, you know?” she told him as she playfully gave him a pat on the head, a chuckle escaping her afterwards. “It’s not embarrassing, it’s just normal to take care of someone you love. Even if that someone is a bull-headed as you”. Hearing her dad talk about the future made her grin because there was a time she didn’t know much about her father and when she didn’t think he’d ever be someone important to her. But now that she’d grown to know Clark -to truly love him as her dad- she knew she would always want him in her life. The past year was only a testament to how great the rest of their lives would be. “Ach, mein Gott… No, we’re not going to talk about children, alright? I don’t even know if I want them. And Damien is a friend, okay?” A good friend. One of her best friends, really.

“Hey, don’t patronize me,” he whined back as she patted his head playfully. Their banter had been nonexistent for 50 years, they had a lot to catch up on and were sure to make haste. “‘Love’? Don’t get sentimental,” he said quietly, but his tone made it obvious he hadn’t grown up using that word, and had always wanted to regularly. And now he had. He had three people under his roof that he loved with his entire heart, and he could smile and cry and jump for joy, except his back was still in agony. “Okay, okay, okay. Just checkin’. I have a right to know, don’t I? To meet the guy, when he arrives at the door with flowers and his fancy car? Or do you not believe in those 80′s movies?” He adjusted himself on the couch and a sharp hiss escaped his lips, but nothing else for a few solid seconds. “It’s okay if ya don’t want children, hon. I... I didn’t think I would. Didn’t think I’d be any good, or’d know what to do. And for a long damn time I was right, pushin’ people away and afraid of anyone.” Cause of how I was raised, he wanted to say, but decided not to. He didn’t want to spoil his daughter’s moods with words of his past, his own family. She was all the family he needed now. “I’m not sayin’ its gonna be different for you, but keep an open mind, alright? You are... such a treasure. Any kid would be lucky to have ya to look up to, that damn perfect smile you get from your mother, her eyes, my ugly nose,” he joked, grinning happily. “After all, if you break your back, who’s gonna take the day off work to mend ya? Damien? I’m only kiddin’, y’aint stupid enough to hurt yourself like me.”

[clarksegen]

Sitting on his porch, reading his kindle, it was a surprise he could see or hear anyone walk up to the walkway. Not necessarily up to the house, but stopped at the meeting of sidewalk and property. Without looking up, he called out “Trespassin’s a fine of one-to-five thousand, sweet cheeks. Now what do you need before I call in... Miss Potts, is it? Can’t keep track these days. When you reach a certain age ya stop givin’ a shit.” He looked up at the person and narrowed his eyes. “Yeah, what can I do for you?”

[clarksegen]

@nora-bernstein

He was flat on his back, wind knocked out of him by a fall off the roof. They’d tried to rush him to a hospital, but the stubborn bloke just wanted to go home. When Mira and Nora came home, they were no doubt frustrated.

But that was yesterday. His back was still sore, damn nymphs are one of the few supernatural creatures who don’t heal fast. He had grumbled as much throughout the past 12+ hours of being home. “C’mon sweetie, you didn’t have to call in for me. I can get up on my own,” he said, trying to sit up straight but his back was bent oddly and he sucked in a sharp breath. He wasn’t fooling anyone, let alone Astrid Bernstein’s daughter. His daughter. “Its just embarrassin’ is all. I don’t want you to see me like this. I’m not human, I’m not gonna deteriorate long before you, ya know? I plan to be in your life a long damn time, see your children grow up. Maybe with that black-haired boy?”

[clarksegen]

flamingavery‌:

Avery laughed, shaking her head. “Yeah, good point. Thankfully. Trust me, you wouldn’t want the whole world to be Sedona, Arizona.Kentucky does sound beautiful.” She had always wanted to travel, to see the world. It was one goal that she hadn’t quite gotten to, and may never, but she was going to give up on it either. “That’s really great. I like that you try to help other people.” She smiled at him. She always loved to see people talk about their kids. “That’s really cool. How old is she?”

“I wouldn’t know, never been to Arizona,” he commented frankly, then stopped his shoes in front of a house with too much plants in the front, too much shrubbery and garden and flowers. Was it a little too obvious he was an earth nymph? He couldn’t give a shit. “I like when I’m needed. Uh shit, she must be fifty-something. I couldn’t say. Don’t even know her birthday by heart, actually...” He didn’t realize it sounded weird from an outside perspective, but he had only known Nora a few months now. “Well this is me, Avery. Thanks for the company, and the conversation. I think it kept my brain from deteriorating,” Clark chuckled. 

[clarksegen]

@mallorycastella

“What do ya put down here, unpeeled potatoes? Christ, this place is brand new, it shouldn’t be--” the disposal started working again and he quickly responded with, “flick it off, flick it off.” He slowly adjusted himself to no longer have his head under the sink, and sat up straight, stretching his back out after about ten minutes of trial and error. It was just unscrewed partially. After just a couple of months of it being in use, he couldn’t say how unless it’d been tampered with. But as far as Clark knew, it was just two employees. How they made it work, a full house of customers, with just two people he had no idea. Maybe he was wrong in the assumption. “Was an easy fix. Twenty bucks copay for me haulin’ myself and my gear down here.” It wasn’t like it was a holiday, she had just stopped him at the end of the town meeting and ensured he was the Clark handyman person in town, and told him very briefly about her problem. He’d walked home then driven to the Lackadaisy, all of his gear in his truck. 

[clarksegen]

yasemin-asli‌:

Yasemin arched a brow, “Ya think so?” She then began to rub her tattooed arms as she thought about how she held up her memories. For a hundred year old, she was doing pretty good in that department. It was probably because she was constantly keeping her mind busy and did some self-reflection and meditation to clear it when things get hectic. Plus her past was something she couldn’t forget, especially when she had none to begin with. “Hmm, same. Lucky us…Too much things to think about at this rate huh?” She then headed towards the garage and opened up the entrance, however it only stopped halfway. “It’s stuck, so I park my car on the driveway. Although it would be nice to bring it in sometimes. As for the ladder it’s in there.” She then ducked down and went towards the ladder, before pushing air to levitate it and bring it over to Clark. “Here you go.” Yasemin took a step back and looked up at her roof, “That’s good to hear, at least I have a sturdy roof over my head.” 

He looked up at the mechanics that lifted the garage door and easily saw the problem. “Oh that’s a one-two fixer right there,” he said, getting a wrench from the toolbox, stepping up the ladder and fixing something quickly. It wasn’t even a project, it was more of a tweak. He picked up the ladder and brought it outside, then told her to try the garage again. As it successfully opened, he climbed the ladder to check out the gutters, muttering to himself and nodding. After climbing back down, he took out his phone and typed some notes in to a document, so he’d know what he needed back at home for this project. “Okay, it looks good. I’ll call you this weekend to set up an appointment for next week, hopefully. I need to crunch some numbers back at home so I can’t say an estimated cost or anything, but its about... two hours work? Not too long. Can I get a ride home?” he asked, grinning cheekily with all his teeth. He could easily walk but the toolbox had some heavy materials in it.

[clarksegen]

miralowell‌:

She relinquished her grip on him, hands falling from around his neck to rest on his chest, and she shifted back to the flat of her feet, head tilted back to look at him. “No, I suppose you wouldn’t be Clark if you weren’t a gentleman till the end,” she said with a laugh, fingers splayed across his chest. The laugh faded, but the smile remained, even at the stark reminder of their day and the contrast of this morning till now. This softness was a near dizzying difference, but a pleasurable one. “Well, I do feel the same way. Its new to me too, I only realized it recently. Or well Meyer pointed it out to me first,” she admitted with a snort. Obliviousness was a genetic trait in them; it amazed her that Meyer noticed first, but she was glad he did. “That makes two of us, I don’t know what’s happening, but I’m content to figure it out with you.” It was something of a promise that she wasn’t going to leave in the dead of night or when his back was turned, something that she feared he worried about with her history. Albeit, an issue that was often out of her control. A smile stretched across her face, relieved. “Good, I’ll be here then – we will. You sure you can put up with this many Lowell’s in one place? You can’t send us home to our mom anymore, we’re here for the staying,” she teased, a giddy feeling sweeping through her that had her tapping her fingers on his chest gently. It had been a long time since Mira had a home, but here she was, being offered a permanent one on a silver platter. If it wasn’t from Clark, it would almost be too good to be true, but she trusted him. 

“That boy needs to keep his nose in his own damn business,” he chuckled at the prospect of Meyer being the one to bring them together. “Mira, you brought a light into this house that it has never known. I didn’t know it was missing anything. I felt whole before but now I feel full,” he said, using a hand to brush some hair away from her forehead. “I can’t speak for Lionel, but y’all were never a loud bunch. I can handle a few more mouths to feed, people to play with, and an extra mouth to kiss,” he said, going down for a third as a hand went up to his chest to squeeze her much smaller hand. “I have a daughter, you have a son, we’ll have one damn full house.” Just like the old days, but this time with love and longing and kindness. He made sure of that. Nothing like his parents or sisters, but actual camaraderie, something he had wanted all his life, it felt.

[clarksegen]

flamingavery‌:

“Rich,” she admitted with a small grimace. Being rich had been part of why she had felt the need to act like a complete bitch to half of her class. But that was the past. “Actually, there were also rich hippies. So you were probably pretty lucky to not be from there. Did you like Kentucky?” It was strange to imagine travelling a lot, especially if he was young if he had. Sure she had gone to boarding school and Berkeley and now here, but until her junior year of high school she had only ever known Sedona as home.”Honestly, it’s a good career. I always wanted to be better at it. I know enough to do minimal, short term fixes but not much.” She grinned at him then. “Yeah, I am. I’m fire.”

“Well there are a hundred and one other places besides Sedona, Arizona in this world, little lady.” She wasn’t little, she was taller than average, by a lot, but still shorter than him. “I loved it. Kentucky is beautiful,” and much more serene than Germany, he almost said. But what good would it do for this woman to know he had technically been a Nazi all those years ago. Yikes. “Yeah, I like to think that its a very realistic skill. Things break everyday, and its my job to help others out.” The truth was, Clark always liked to be needed. He felt strong, important, even loved. He grinned at her admittance. “My daughter is fire. She got it from her grandaddy, because her mama’s water.” 

[clarksegen]

drucillawade‌:

“Smart enough to keep enemies outside out Lethe, but not smart enough to look both ways and end up getting hit by a car. Seems about right.” She smirks at his words and beings to back out of the driveway and onto the main street to drive away. “Care? About a stranger? Heavens, no. Not my style.” This wasn’t particularly true. Drucilla has helped many, many strangers, actually. But it was more her style to make people believe otherwise. She chuckles lowly at his words, a one sided-smile is on her lips. “Good. I would hate for my kill count to go any higher.” She replies with a serious tone, though, she’s only joking. “It’s not that big of a deal. I have plenty more and it’s easy for me to make.” She explains, driving with her eyes focused on the road. “Drucilla.” The hybrid pushes her lips outward and shakes her head. “Nope. Your silence would be great, though.” Drucilla looks over at him quickly with a smirk before they move back to the road.

“Nobody’s perfect,” he repeated his mantra at her teasing. She admitted to making more of these potions, apparently an easy concoction. “You a witch?” he asked plainly, then nodded at her name. “Oh, okay. Take a left up here,” he said, pointing to the road. After a few moments of her winding her way through the streets, he told her to pull over near a house with a large garden, an abundance of shrubs. It was probably obvious what he was. “Thanks, for the ride, having my back, and the remedy,” he said, gently pushing the door closed and walking up to his house.