Casey Wells

Mother of two || ADA || 29 years old

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tonixwagner​:

starter for: anyone ( @saintclairestarters )  location: Linda’s Delicatessan

Being back in Saint Claire was something that Toni had been preparing for since the day she was whisked away by child protective services. After the loss of her entire family, her mother, her father, her older brother Jamal and her older sister Gemma, Toni had spent five years moving in and out of foster homes until she found a place that welcomed her without open arms. As odd as it sounded both Joe and Claire found themselves giving Toni the space, unlike many of the other homes she had been in. 

While she had planned to come back earlier in the years, it was the death of her adoptive father, a man that taught her so much more about life than she could have dreamed of, that she forced herself to stay with her adoptive mother. Three years after his death, Toni packed her bags and returned to her home town. It had only been a week but most of it had been spent holed up in her apartment, one that needed plenty of renovations but it did the job as a place to sleep. She didn’t have much but Claire was adamant about filling her apartment with all the necessities and much more. 

As Toni stepped into Linda’s Delicatessan, she was hit with a wave of familiarness and yet, it all felt so new to her. The last time she was in the shop was fifteen years ago, shortly before their trip to Big Bear. Crossing her arms over her chest, she peered at the menu. Her chest rose and fell with a heaviness as she took in each of the items. Nothing spoke to her, nothing screamed, you’ve been here before. And so, she turned to the person next to her, “What do you recommend?” 

Casey had nipped out of the courthouse to get something for lunch, heading to the nearby Linda’s Delicatessen because she was craving their cold pasta salad like nobody’s business. It wasn’t going to be as good as any of the pasta she’d had in Italy obviously because it wasn’t fresh, but weirdly something about that was what was drawing the woman towards it right now. Pushing into the delightfully air conditioned room she breathed a sigh of relief, sometimes the summers in Saint Claire could hit a level of heat that was uncomfortable, but at least there was the blessing of air conditioning.

She took her place in the line behind another woman, arms crossed over her chest as she clicked away at her iPhone, the familiar crushing weight of a current case resting on her shoulders but weirdly she didn’t dislike that. Casey had always thrived under pressure which was why she’d chosen the career she currently did. There was nothing easy about being an ADA specialising in Special Victims but there was nothing worth doing that came easily in her opinion. Hearing the girl next to her pipe up with a question she raised her eyebrows, looking up and over from her phone. “I’m here for the pasta salad myself, the one with the red pepper pesto on it, it’s not the best thing in the world but it does a job. Unless you’re here for a sandwich, but if so I would steer clear of anything with the chicken in it. It’s dry.” No one could accuse her of not being straight to the point.

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etisloan​:

An entire month spent on beaches, tanning, drinking and exploring both the land and each other.  Etienne doesn’t think he’s ever spent more time in the water than he has on their honeymoon. He feels refreshed, of course, a break away from normal life will do that., but he also feels dizzy in love with his wife. He can’t stop saying that word.  He spent the better half of his life thinking he was undeserving of love, that he would never say ‘I do’ and now here he is, showing up from his honeymoon to their home together where their two daughters are waiting on the other side. Life does indeed, come at you fast. He doesn’t think he would change it for the world though, not now that he’s experienced it all, even if he still thinks he’s unworthy of all the love that’s been thrown his way. 

Getting back to Saint Claire does feel good though, to step back into what he knows and, the prospect of seeing his family again is above all else. He had nothing but a good time the month away, but missing the twins still lingered there. They spent the month with his mother, at their home in Sol Pointe, and so that’s where they head straight from the airport.  Etienne’s driver drops them off in front of the house and Etienne tells him to wait, doesn’t make the move to get out of the back seat of the car but does roll the divider up.  His hand is on Casey’s thigh, and he squeezes it before he moves to kiss her, languid, like they have all the time in the world, when reality is waiting on the otherside of the door. 

“are you ready to go back to our actual life, Mrs. Sloan?” he asks, and his voice is low, because he’s still too close to her lips, his own brushing against hers, and his tone is teasing, the smile on his face matching. “because if you want we could take ten more minutes to ourselves…” he trails off, eyebrows going up suggestively, but he knows deep down that she wants to get in and see their girls as much as he does. He knows there’s a poem about not making homes out of people, but his girls are his home through and through, the one here, with his ring on her finger, and the two inside, probably anxiously awaiting their return. 

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Considering she wasn’t someone that took many holiday’s the last month that Casey had spent with her new husband travelling for their honeymoon was one of the most indulgent things she’d ever done. Beginning in Italy where they had actually gotten married the two of them had kissed goodbye to their daughters before heading off for some quality time together. Maybe the honeymoon phase was literally named as such because it echoed the feelings you had on a honeymoon but all the lawyer knew was that every second she’d spent with Eti had helped her fall deeper in love with him, not to mention every different place they had visited.

Having said that she still missed their children more than words could describe. Ophelia and Elizabeth had started off as an accident but in the almost three years since their birth she had become so used to being a mother being without them everyday had been weird. Not enough to make her push away from the languishing kiss he placed on her lips as they sat in the back of the car for the last time as just the two of them, their last moments of honeymoon before returning to real life with no doubt a considerable bump. Hand that was adorned in her new wedding ring going to the back of her husband’s neck the brunette kissed him back, humming under her breath by way of answer. This holiday had taught her what it must be like to live as the man because they had indulged every whim they’d had, she had to admit it was pretty intoxicating.

“Never, but I’m pretty sure there are two little terrors who are looking forward to see their parents, Mr Sloan.” Smirk flickering across her lips when she heard her new name she bumped her forehead against his teasingly, rolling her eyes. “You haven’t had enough of me thanks to the 43800 minutes you’ve had me to yourself recently? Give or take, obviously.” If there was anyone who knew the rough estimation of how many minutes went into a month it was Casey Wells. Well, Casey Sloan now, technically. “Plus don’t you think we should be releasing your mother, she’s without a doubt put her time in, we owe her one.” The twins could be hard work at the best of times that was for sure. Leaning forward she pressed another kiss to his lips unable to be able to stop herself, she was just so painfully in love, it was actually pretty gross.

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rhiannonevns​:

Location: Eternity Coffee House

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For the last several years, Rhi and Casey had been estranged. They had once been so close, but their mother’s death pushed them apart and they never really bothered to patch things up. Hell, Rhiannon didn’t really know why exactly they drifted apart. Since moving to Saint Claire about a year ago, they had briefly reconnected but hadn’t made much progress. Rhiannon had almost gone to Casey’s wedding, but didn’t know if her younger sister truly wanted her there and she didn’t want to ruin her big day. As she sat in the coffee shop, she didn’t think Casey was going to show up and was surprised when she did. “Hey, thanks for coming,” she said, offering her the smallest hint of a smile. “Congratulations on your marriage, I have a gift for you. When would you like it?” 

Casey had agreed to go and meet her older sister for coffee based on the fact she was her daughter’s aunt, not for any other reason. In fact she was actually harbouring a new grudge towards the other woman thanks to her not accepting the invitation to her wedding, which was ridiculous since she’d originally been annoyed at Etienne for convincing her to send Rhiannon an invite in the first place. Her emotions were all over the place recently and her sister was about to get the brunt of it no doubt. Heading into the coffee shop they’d agreed to meet in she glanced at her watch, letting out a weighted sigh while she clicked across to the table on her heels. “No problem, I told you I would and I’m a woman of my own, that’s not changed.” Sitting down she returned the smile with a tight one of her own, glancing around for someone she could order a coffee from. “Thank you, is it big? I don’t want to be opening something big in the middle of public, it would attract a lot of attention.” she murmured skeptically.

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NAME: Casey Wells AGE: 29 DATE OF BIRTH: September 15th 1991 GENDER/PRONOUNS: She/Her HOMETOWN: London, England LENGHT OF RESIDENCY IN SAINT CLAIRE: 5 Years NEIGHBORHOOD: Downtown an Sol Pointe OCCUPATION: Assistant district attorney FACECLAIM: Dakota Johnson

QUOTE

“The most dangerous heart disease: strong memory”- Nizar Qabbani

BIOGRAPHY

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Suicide, death, homophobia, drug abuse, self harm

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NAME: Casey Wells AGE: 29 DATE OF BIRTH: September 15th 1991 GENDER/PRONOUNS: She/Her HOMETOWN: London, England LENGHT OF RESIDENCY IN SAINT CLAIRE: 5 Years NEIGHBORHOOD: Downtown an Sol Pointe OCCUPATION: Assistant district attorney FACECLAIM: Dakota Johnson

QUOTE

“The most dangerous heart disease: strong memory”- Nizar Qabbani

BIOGRAPHY

TRIGGER WARNINGS: Suicide, death, homophobia, drug abuse, self harm

Casey Delilah Wells was born in London, England, to an American father and a british mother. She was one of three girls for most of her life and in a wealthy family she seemingly wanted for nothing. Her father was a hedge fund manger from Boston and his mother a Pediatric Doctor turned housewife after losing her fourth child when he was only six months to pneumonia. She couldn’t face treating other people’s children when her own hadn’t managed to pull through and this threw her into a deep depression.

She was supposedly dedicating her time to her three daughters Tatum (20) Casey (14), and Tallulah (6 - at the time), but she wasn’t really checked in. Casey saw her mother go from a strong woman to a husk of her former self and she could hardly bare it. When she was sixteen she insisted that she be sent back to the USA for boarding school. The school was a prestigious one that held a pristine reputation, but Casey Wells in her final year found herself on the wrong side of that reputation. It was the year of her exams to get into Harvard Law School, a dream she had had for years, when Casey found herself falling for another girl in her class. Falling hard. Chloe was like kryptonite to the wannabe lawyer, enticing her away from classes for elicit meetings in the back row of the library. Until one day they were caught. They were faced with two very cut and dry options, cease their relationship which the dean believed would sully the reputation of the school if it got out, or be expelled. Chloe had far more gumption than Casey, pushing for the two of them to fight back, but with the potential of the Ivy League on the horizon it wasn’t something the girl could face. Denying her own feelings she shunned Chloe for the rest of her final year at school, insisting since that day that she was straight as the day is long. It still causes her guilt when the thought passes her mind.

Finally she heard back that she had managed to get into her first choice university and attended Harvard Law until she was 24 getting the top education that money could buy. She wanted to get away from the pain that had encompassed her family as well as her now denied past relationship, but it didn’t work as she’d hoped it would. It was in her first year of collage that life began to fall apart drastically for Casey yet again. Her mother took a turn for the worst in a way that no one could save her from this time, no medical professional or member of her family, and it was the middle of one of her lectures when Casey was called with the news that Elizabeth Wells had taken her own life.

Casey hadn’t seen  her mother in a whole year, and the gap that her death left in her life she tried to fill with work, work and more work. Eventually succumbing to pills and other various study aids to keep her on top. She spiralled down into a deep depression that she became a pro at covering up with a tight smile and a smart quip, but the truth was the girl was never going to be the same again. She could hardly look at Tatum, her other sister, without seeing their mother since their features were so alike, and she strayed from her family even worse than she had before. She now hasn’t seen them in three years, and doesn’t really like talking about them at all. She looks perfect on the outside, but she is actually just a husk like her mother had become, searching for something to fulfil her and hoping if she worked hard enough it might be her job. Maybe if she hit on the right case she would be able to save someone else in the way she couldn’t save her own family. She was controlling of herself and controlling of the situations around her, to feel out of control was something that sent Casey into a tailspin. Often she would turn to alcohol, self harm, and prescription pills to drown memories and emotions in a drunken, drugged up haze, just to give her some kind of relief. She wanted to feel something, something strong and real. She is her own worst enemy.

Casey then found out she was pregnant by her now new husband Etienne almost four years ago. Shocked to say the least she decided to keep the baby, which they later found out was twin girls. Battling with her pregnancy as well as working a full time job Casey is run even more ragged than usual, she is supported by Etienne but everything is still causing her to run herself into the ground. So emotionally blocked off she only just admitted that he was her boyfriend, but slowly he is breaking down her emotional barrier which Casey finds terrifying. As of 2nd February 2020 Casey gave birth to two twin girls called Elizabeth and Ophelia. She has just returned to work as the ADA for the SVU unit of Saint Claire, her office in City Hall.

As for Etienne’s involvement in crime, the lawyer is aware of it, but that doesn’t mean she’s going to let anyone else know that. She has made it clear to Etienne that she will do everything in her power to protect him if push comes to shove, but none of his fellow members will be given the same luxury. If anything she will do everything in her power to bring them down in court. Not at all pleased that this is all going on, quite literally, in her back yard. Still, no one she works with is any the wiser. So far. The two of them live above Lux in the penthouse most of the time with their girls, escaping to Sol Pointe when they have the chance, wanting to spend family time on the beach for an occasionally more relaxed way of life.