Far From Home

Cause it's almost like Your heaven's trying everything to break me down

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Maze || Samhain Event Starter

[declangraham]

izabel-romero‌:

There were few people as physically strong as Declan. He knew this about himself, because he knew what it meant to survive. Those who had values that they stuck to eventually would die. There were no kindnesses afforded those who did what they perceived to be right. Evil didn’t care about right or wrongs. It cared only for doing what was needed to be done to survive. Life isn’t a nice book with a nice ending. Good people died on that farm- people that certainly deserved to live more than him. He knew if he ever had to make hard decisions he would be the first one to accept that it had to be done, because he had already been there.

Yet somehow as those caramel eyes looked up at him, Declan wondered if he was strong enough to do this right. He kept telling himself up until that moment that he was the best person for this; that he more than anyone else could show her the compassion that she deserved.

Suddenly, He began to panic as he realized that she was putting her trust inside of his hands. The hands that killed so many people. How could that ever be something good? How could he ever do something good after everything that he had already done? His darkened green eyes searched her.

Then she began to speak. There was such a trust there that he had never seen before in another person. There in her eyes, in her voice, in her body he found warmth he had never felt before. Tied up in her arms he found for the first time in his life someone that really saw him and cared about him in a way that was completely new to him.

“I want to see all the colors.”

With that he nodded slowly before pulling back, lining himself carefully, and slowly slid inside of her. As he slid in he bent down and softly kissed her. A reminder of who was with her. As he bottomed out, he groaned a bit loudly before he pulled back just as slowly. “Iza.” He hissed as he looked down into her eyes trying to keep her there with him. Sure part of why he was going slow was for her, but another part was because the way she felt around him was indescribable. A deep hungry part of him yearned to push things. It was the first time in many years since Declan had been with a female, and even worse for him he was with someone who made his stomach flop with every glance up at him through those long eyelashes.

[declangraham]

Expo II Izlan

[declangraham]

izabel-romero‌:

With all the years of feeling used by the most awful men, to have this with Declan; where he wanted her in more ways than physical, excited the woman. She knew at that very moment her mind mostly resided in taking him on when it comes to his truck but it’s also a truck. Her hand went to his side and she teased him, as if she was about to tickle him there. “Of all the places, Declan. Your truck?” An eye roll followed, something which came easy with him yet it didn’t mean she wasn’t smiling at him. Damn him for being this adorable. In actuality the more time she spent with him the more her edges softened. She smiled and laughed more and enjoyed to feel wanted completely by him. Yet, with others, her walls remained mostly. Though some in her coven might’ve noticed a small change in her attitude. 

“First cornbread and now your truck? If I didn’t know any better I feel you’re trying to prepare me for some form of country living.” Her hand left his side and Iza played with the hair on the back of his head. Her eyes studied him and he surprised her in that moment. “You wouldn’t look like a dumb ass if you didn’t know these things, Declan. Though, I can’t answer if you’re doing a good job or not because you’re such a distraction and I’ve hardly looked at anything other than you since we’ve arrived.” Her hand flattened against his neck and Iza kept her eyes on him. “But thank you, baby. It means a lot you studied about something important to me. And if you really want to learn more I’ll explain everything. Starting with the counters and what my next client is search of.” She has a meeting with them the following week and had a lot to piece together into AutoCAD.

Her fingers trailed around from his neck, slowly and deliberately, and stopped as soon as they reached his shoulder. “I would love for my hot side piece to take me to dinner after this. Preferably somewhere that doesn’t have a mechanical bull in the corner and peanut shells on the floor.” She teased him as she sighed with a slow head shake. “You’re truly ridiculous. And I love it.”

Declan pretended to pout as he attempted to grab her wrists before she tickled him. He was sure she wasn’t going to do something as devilish as that, but he was going to try to stop that in it’s tracks if he could because he abhorred tickling. He honestly felt like tickling could be a mild form of torture that someone could absolutely use to get information from someone. He didn’t like the mixed stimuli. Plus, he felt like most people who tickled dug their fingers into his skin too much. It was an absolutely abhorrent policy, and he wasn’t going to allow her to use that warfare on him.  “I mean…. It’s a big truck, and you’re really small. We’d be fine.” He grinned before he winked after she rolled her eyes. It was so much fun to annoy Iza- just a little.

He let her wrists go before kissing her forehead as she joked about country living. “I mean you’re dating a gardener boy from north Georgia. What were you expecting?” He laughed before shaking his head. “I’m actually more Atlanta than I am north Georgia. I’m more of a city person than I come across. Things just… happened I suppose.” He was glad when he heard Iza talk about his dedication to her job. He didn’t really want to talk about his fall from grace at that moment. Though he knew eventually he’d have to talk about it, he didn’t want to do it in public.

“I’d actually really like to learn more about it. I’d like to know if maybe I could get to know client’s tastes better to better give them the lawns that they want. Plus, I mean if I’m going to be spending time with you… I feel like I should know what the words you’re using mean. Maybe I can help occasionally if you need big things moved around?” Declan just wanted an excuse to be with her.

“And absolutely, we’re going to dinner after this. I think I know a place we can go to. It’s a small mom and pop burger joint that has decent prices. Their food is really good.” Declan prided himself when he had a job on trying all the local restaurants, and he knew the onion rings at that place was absolutely worth the price. “Do you think I’m such a pig that I wouldn’t take you out? Come on. Have a little faith in me.”

[declangraham]

[declangraham]

[declangraham]

[declangraham]

I think I have become an Instagram Boyfriend

[declangraham]

Expo II Izlan

[declangraham]

izabel-romero‌:

When it came to the kitchen, Iza’s knowledge extended to design as most of her meals were courtesy of Uber Eats. Plus, it only took a wine tool to uncork a bottle. She considered learning spells to make the process easier but that required too much effort, far more than she is willing to put in. Iza’s head shook slowly, imagining this scene with her boyfriend. They’ve touched on his drinking and how much he use to but it wasn’t a conversation they’ve actually gone into depth with. And as much as she didn’t want to find what took place as funny she actually laughed because of the fact he wanted s’mores and went about it in the most bizarre way. “You’re truly something, baby.” she said a hand on his cheek as her thumb caressed the apple of it. “You’re forbidden to make that messy monstrosity in my kitchen but knock yourself out in your own.” 

“I suppose since you bought that skillet you’ll subject me to trying this cornbread,” she sighed dramatically but soon smiled afterwards. “What if I don’t like it? Would that be a deal breaker for us?” Her hand took his and brought him to the place she needed to be, eyes on quotes and curious if any of these businesses are in or near Mirror Lake. “Quartz is less expensive than marble. A majority of people who hire me to do kitchen or bathroom remodels usually favor that one.” She said as her hand went to a sample counter. “I have a couple who’ve paid for marble and that price tag was quite hefty.” She smiled for a moment, not thinking about the commission she earned on those projects but due to the fact Declan showed actual interest in her work. “Did you know that off the top of your head or…” she asked as she moved to press him against the counter. There were a couple other people around them but Iza wasn’t paying any mind to them. And yes, you do have that affect and you better be careful with how you use it because we’ll get kicked from here for indecent conduct.”

“Your loss. When I got it right, it was fucking amazing.” Declan admitted as he leaned against her hand, but tried not to look like he was too tied around her finger. He didn’t want to make her feel like he more attached to her than she was- though it was hard to do considering how fast the both of them fell for each other it seemed. He just didn’t want her to feel like he was clingy, because he knew that Iza would instantly distance herself from someone if she felt like they were crowding her- and losing her was the very last thing that he needed at that moment.

As she separated from him he grinned, because in the glow in the sun she looked perfect like all those pictures she posted on Instagram. “I don’t know. Your opinion on cornbread is very important to me, Iza. I don’t know if I could date such a monster that has such terrible tastes in food.” His smile tilted to the left as he teased her.

He let her guide him towards the section about rocks with rates and samples while simply watching how she accessed each one. Normally she seemed to be so analytical, but for a moment Declan realized that her job wasn’t about analyzing- for the most part. It was about creating the right feel. And Iza needed to find the right stone that would create the right feeling for the couple that she was buying for. He liked watching her in her element. It was nice seeing Iza at her smartest and most capable.

But he was distracted from that as she turned to him with those brown eyes full of that light that he had started to know well. She wanted to devour him, and he couldn’t help but grin once again. There was something about Iza’s hunger that made Declan’s heart race a little. “I mean.... I’m not at fault for your actions.” He grinned and kissed her forehead gently as he wrapped his arms around her. “But I mean I have a truck... sooo...” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively before adding, “And I may or may not have done a little bit of reading before heading out with you. Didn’t want to look like a total dumb ass here. Though, I do know that my role here today is to be your hot side piece. I think I’m doing a good job don’t you?”

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Maze || Samhain Event Starter

[declangraham]

izabel-romero‌:

Declan always considered himself to be a rather controlled person, but as he felt Iza’s hips grind against his he began to question himself. His calloused hands pressed harshly against Iza’s soft back creating small indentions in her skin from the pressure. A low ravenous growl rolled through his throat before he could catch it, and the almost animalistic sound of it startled Declan a bit. He began to wonder if maybe he had just never been with someone who made him so hungry to have her like he felt with Iza.

The gentleman in the back of Declan’s brain told him that he should have at least told her that she didn’t have to do that even if he really wanted her to, but the gentleman took backseat as the warm need the steering wheel. He kissed her cheek near her ear, but he didn’t try to stop her.

He couldn’t try at that point.

The release of pressure from his pants was so cathartic that he sighed. However, that sigh quickly caught in his throat as Iza’s hand wrapped around him. He gasped from the shock of the warmth of her hand. The addition of her lewd statement and her stroking made Declan groan against her lips. “Uggnnn mmmm.” The touches she provided helped relieve some of the desperation that he felt before, but it was only enough to keep Declan from getting out of the bed and going to the bathroom to quickly deal with his need.

He took her offer and separated from her and took his pants and boxer shorts off before crawling back into the bed and pulling her to him. He cupped her face and kissed her gently before looking her in her eyes. “I don’t want to fuck you Iza.” Seeing the fire and hurt in her eyes he rushed forwards. “You are not the kind of woman that you just fuck. I want to… fuck there isn’t a non-cheesy way to say this.” He sighed and looked away before turning back to her with adoration in his eyes. He began to pour warm orange into her as he said; “I want to make love with you. Not a singular thing being done to you, but something we do together. Do you want to do this together?”

[declangraham]

Expo II Izlan

[declangraham]

izabel-romero‌:

There was a laughter, quite a lot of it, and Iza didn’t understand what struck Declan so funny but as soon as the explanation came a hand went to her heart and she breathed a sigh of relief. Was it a bit on the dramatic side? Yes but at least it assured her she wasn’t dating some kind of idiot. Which she was ready to say to him, but in a loving tone. Of course. “Was there…” she didn’t know whether to humor this with a question or let it be but to envision this taking place amused her to a degree. “Was there a fire in the oven? That must’ve smelled horrible once you cleared the smoke.” Unless the knew a way to clear it quickly but that’s not exactly a public conversation they can have amongst these mortals.

She went to a few cabinets while Declan looked at cookware and liked the way he used these terms of endearment with her. Honey. Baby. Things that made her eyeroll in the past but it always came from disgusting men who considered themselves these Don Juan types. God’s gift to women. “Do I look like someone who has ever eaten cornbread?” She asked, actually curious with what he’ll say to that. “But, you sound excited and I don’t want to take that away from you. So if you wan to cook me something in that. Then you can.” She smiled at him because he was being ridiculous but how she loved it. Not that she made it easy for him to tell, not unless he caught that faint smile she gave as she busied herself with something. “Make it worthwhile and I just might.” She took his hand and brought Declan to her. “You’re far too cute right now and you’re making it hard to not thump you on the back of the head and kiss you at the same time.”

After she said this she pulled away, taking him with her. “There’s more to this section. I want to look at the quartz countertops and then we’ll move to living rooms.”

it was clear that Iza did not find his story as funny as he found it, but he didn’t mind. In his mind, it was her loss, but as she asked about the fire in his oven he wondered if maybe she found it more funny than she was letting on. Her grinned before admitting, “No, it had just completely burned to a crisp. Apparently ovens usually keep fires from happening due to how they heat up? I don’t know I read that after the fire. I did smell something bad. I honestly don’t remember how I got the smell out.” He felt like it had to do with cleaners or something like that, but he also knew that during the time he had been on a rough bender where he blacked out quite a bit.

As she asked if she seemed the type that ate cornbread, Declan wondered if this was some sort of game. “I don’t know everything about you, but if you ate cornbread that was cooked in anything but an iron skillet it wasn’t real cornbread.” He laughed as he bought the skillet.

He turned to her as she told him that she might get dirty in the kitchen, and his jaw dropped a little as she agreed to it in public. Sometimes she’d surprise him, and that was one of the times. He thought that she’d be more of a prude in public, but there she was promising dirty sex. He couldn’t help himself as he grinned with a bit of a wolfish grin. “I have that effect.”

He began to follow her towards the countertops. “Do you have a client that wants marble? They must have some real money right? Isn’t marble super expensive?” Okay maybe he did a bit of reading on Iza’s job, so he could hold a conversation with her. So what?

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Maze || Samhain Event Starter

[declangraham]

izabel-romero‌:

All thoughts evaded Declan as he melted into Iza’s kisses. His attention went to his hand rubbing against her and then into her. He focused on keeping some sort of rhythm. His senses focused little things: on how tight she felt around his fingers, on how the air smelled mixed with the scent of her perfume and body wash, on how she sounded as she moaned into his lips, on how it felt to feel her moans echo into his chest, on how her lips felt pressed so harshly and hungrily against his.

The way her core began to press against him made it hard for Declan to focus, and for a moment as she hooked her leg around his waist Declan stopped as a gasp fell from his lips. It took him a moment to control himself, but his desire to watch her fall apart helped pull him back and he continued his ministrations.  

Then the colors started again, and Declan struggled to focus again. Her desire mingled with his, and it was starting to hurt to not relieve himself. He fought to keep himself above the waves of both her own pleasure and hers, but Declan was worried that he was going to cum before she even touched him. Everything just felt perfect.

He began to rub against her clit more as he attempted to try to get that spot inside of her more often, because he needed to see her fall apart before he lost all of his control.

Then it happened.

Her hips ground against his hand almost painfully, but he couldn’t think about that as he heard his name fall from her lips like a hallelujah. The walls echoed with his name as he looked down at her red cheeks and tan skin. She looked beautiful as she completely fell apart in his hands. He did that. He brought her to that edge.

He wiped his fingers on his pants, officially completely losing any semblance of giving a fuck, and reached out and pulled her close to him, “Mmmmm.” He hummed as he kissed down her cheek towards her throat.

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Uncomfortable || A Mirror Lake Event Starter

[declangraham]

niallthomas-rp‌:

Niall couldn’t help but chuckle to himself as he watched Declan position himself so that Niall couldn’t be easily seen. It was a small gesture, one that the Warlock had probably done without giving it much thought, but for Niall, it spoke volumes. Though they had only known each other a few short months, Declan Graham could tell that Niall was more than uncomfortable and was trying to save him from the eventual confrontation with the hosts of the party.

Growing up, the Warlock didn’t have many friends. Those he had known and allied with as a member of the Earthen Circle had all parted away once they were old enough to start their own lives. In college, Niall had made friends with one man, Dillion, who was working toward his MD. They had bonded over their shared personality traits, though unfortunately, Sofia had gotten in the way of their friendship.

It was terrific, Niall realized, with a smile on his face, to finally feel like he had a friend again.

The Warlock shrugged his shoulders. “Is Iza a part of New Moon?” Niall and Declan didn’t seem to talk about their partners often unless it was to brag. There appeared to be an unspoken code that Cassandra and Iza’s personal lives were not to be subject to idle gossip.

As Declan mentioned that Iza had decorated the house, Niall smiled. He could understand his friend’s defense of his girlfriend’s taste. The Grey-Clark Estate wasn’t precisely warm. Though, as blue eyes glanced across the room, spotting Cameron and Rosie smiling happily together, Niall couldn’t deny that the house suited them. It was large, grand, and made a loud statement.

“Yeah…he doesn’t seem bad. Honestly…I think Rosie might be worse. He just asked me a few questions about what brought me to Mirror Lake and if I was settling in all right, and let me know that if I needed anything that he would be happy to help. I think he was polite for Cassandra’s sake. Rosie seems much more…” Again Niall’s eyes moved toward the towering blonde. “Intense. Women are very protective of their friends.”

Niall watched for a moment as his friend knocked back another scotch. “Do you need some fresh air, mate?”

“Yeah, that has been a strange thing...” Declan admitted as he fiddled with the glass in his hand. He didn’t know how much he had told Niall, and he wasn’t sure how Niall would respond to what he wanted to tell him. On one hand, Niall had given him a sense of friendship that Declan hadn’t had since he was on the farm, and Declan desperately didn’t want to lose something he yearned to have for so long. On the other hand, Declan knew that if Niall responded negatively, that Niall wasn’t likely his real friend in the first place. But wasn’t it nice to pretend for a while if it didn’t go well?

Knowing it was inevitable he ripped the band-aid off. Plus, some part of him was dying to talk to someone about it. “I adore her. I think she’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me. But when I was a kid... my father abhorred the three New Moon kids. He thought that Cameron and Rosie were destructive rich kids that did whatever they wanted, and that Cassandra watched and let them do it. It’s weird dating someone who is friends with someone my father hated.” He sighed as he felt a bit of relief at least talking about it, “I mean I know people change, and I keep telling myself that. I just keep hearing my father’s voice in my head about that. I mean I’m not going to leave her because of that. That would be stupid as fuck. I’m not that fucking dumb. But... ya know... it’s weird.”

As Niall asked about fresh air, Declan raised his eyebrow in confusion, but looked at the drink in his head and realized what Niall might have thought, “I’m fine. Really. I have a high tolerance. Back to what you were talking about. Honestly, she’s who I’m most scared of too. Rosie seems like the kind of woman who will subtly try to influence her friends into not liking someone just because she doesn’t like that person.” He placed a glass on the table where empty glasses were being placed before turning to him. “Though, I mean I can’t think of a reason she wouldn’t like you. You care a lot about Cassandra, and you’re not a mess or anything. You have a good job. Plus you’re British, Americans fawn over that stupid accent.”

[declangraham]

Failed Avoidance II Closed

[declangraham]

cameronclark-rp‌:

If Cameron Clark had his way, Iza Romero and Cassandra Robbins would both be dating one of the eligible bachelors in New Moon. There were a few men that the Warlock thought were decent enough for his friends, though he knew that neither Witch would be interested. They were both independent and headstrong, and not the type to date just anyone. From what Cameron could see, no one had caught either Iza or Cassandra’s attention until recently. Though Cameron was uneasy about the fact that neither men were New Moon members, he wanted them to be happy.

The Warlock had been quick to speak to Niall, Cassandra’s boyfriend. He had been expecting an interrogation and spoke like he was in an interview, but had been pleasant none-the-less. It helped that he was well dressed, soft-spoken, and very focused on Cassandra. He also didn’t seem to be biased toward any specific coven, which meant that bringing him over to New Moon- especially for Cassandra’s sake, might be reasonably easy to accomplish.

Iza’s beau, on the other hand, seemed to be quite well at hiding. Though he had walked in with the Witch, he had managed to disappear quite quickly. It wasn’t until Cassandra and Niall wandered off together did Cameron spot Declan Graham, almost melded into the wall.

Walking over to the Warlock, Cameron put on his least intimidating smile, though his grin quickly turned into a frown as he smelled the strong stench of scotch on the man’s breath as he spoke. It was clear that the man had been drinking, though the Warlock didn’t know how much. Perhaps it had just been a few stiff drinks to ease his nerves. Reaching out his hand, Cameron nodded while he spoke.

“I thought I’d introduce myself. I’m Cameron Clark, Iza mentioned that she had brought you as her date. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” For a moment, Cameron’s blue eyes moved from the man’s expression to the angry red scar around the man’s neck, though he didn’t stare long before returning his gaze back to Declan’s face. “And thank you for coming.”

Do this for her. Do this for her. Do this for her.

Declan could almost hear his father’s voice inside of his head, “Those three New Moon kids are no good! Cameron and that Rosie are trouble! And that other one just lets them do whatever they want. She’s no better than them!” He remembered his father grabbing Declan’s small shoulder and saying, “You are not to hang around them. Do you understand?”

He knew his father would be glaring at him if he still lived in America, but his father didn’t live in America. He took Declan’s siblings all the way to Ireland, and completely abandoned Declan. He didn’t have any right to have any opinion on what Declan was doing.

Still the memory of his father being so livid about Cameron, Rosie, and Cassandra made Declan wary of the man. Plus, Iza had warned him that Cameron would be protective of her, and Declan knew he didn’t deserve to be able to date her. Cameron was going to see through that, and that would mean the end of the best thing to happen to him in a long time.

Cameron’s frown suddenly reminded Declan how much he had been drinking, and he took out some gum and began to chew on it while Cameron introduced himself- though it wasn’t entirely needed. Of course Declan knew who he was. He didn’t even have to be born in the town to know Cameron. Everyone knew who Cameron Clark and Rosie Grey were.

It took a lot of power in Declan’s body to keep from rolling his eyes as Cameron looked at the scar on his neck. However, he managed it before nodding, “Iza did bring me.” Some part of him wanted to laugh, because he realized that Cameron didn’t remember him. He knew why. The little kid Declan Graham ran around with his blonde siblings with a wide smile on his face. Little kid Declan Graham was cute, charming, and everyone liked him. Adult Declan was disfigured and looked like the kind of man that had worked with his body his whole life. He knew that most people wouldn’t connect the dots. In this case it was good, because Declan’s father had made it clear how much he didn’t like Cameron and Rosie. “It’s a pleasure to be Iza’s trophy boyfriend.” He chuckled as he turned to look at Iza who was now talking to Rosie. His stomach did somersaults and a small smile spread on his face. Then he turned to Cameron, “Thank you for allowing me to... come to this party. I don’t get invited to parties a lot.” Shouldn’t have said that. Whoops. Too late. In an effort to clear things up he quickly added, “Because I work a lot and read a lot.” Not entirely true, but partially true.

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Maze || Samhain Event Starter

[declangraham]

izabel-romero‌:

A groan rumbled from Declan’s chest through his bearded cheeks out into Iza’s soft thighs. The way that she rode his fingers made a warmth spread down his chest towards his stomach. The way her body instinctively met up with the rhythm that he tried to keep amazed him. He watched with adoration as a low vibration moan escaped her swollen lips as her back arched off the bed. The sound of her moan was an addition to the symphony of Iza’s Ecstasy inside of Declan’s head.

Lost in his adoration, he was a little shocked by her other hand grasping and tapping at his freckled shoulder, and he froze for a second as he tried to figure out if he was doing something wrong, but when he looked deep in her eyes, he knew he had done nothing wrong. In fact it seemed that he had been doing something right.

“Kiss me, Declan.” Her eyes were dark as once she moaned. “Come here and kiss me.” The way her fingers pressed against his back caused her nails to bite against his back. The sensation felt like a log onto inferno that was building up in his stomach.  “I want to feel your lips on me. I want to feel the weight of your body on me. I want to feel all of you.”

Did that mean what he wanted it to mean? He wasn’t sure, but he was sure that at least he could get some relief in one way. He quickly crawled up her body before crashing his lips upon hers. His fingers began to speed up as he kept brushing against that spot inside of her that made her whimper. Feeling her moans inside of his mouth was like listening to a symphony, and like having a bonfire inside of his stomach that he was struggling keeping control of.

However, Declan was determined to keep at least one of his promises. She didn’t seem to enjoy being ate out too much, but at least he was going to watch her cum to his fingers. He was going to make sure she experienced an orgasm at least once, because neither of them were sure if she’d be able to handle his dick. At least he could show her that sex didn’t have to be about that. That they could take it as slow as she wanted.

And honestly at that point, Declan wanted to watch Iza fall apart. He separated from her lips for a second and whispered against her jaw, “Cum for me Iza.” Before he went back to kissing her hard.

[wolfthomas-rp]

New Town || A Mirror Lake Starter

[declangraham]

danika-lenoir‌:

Danika watched Declan for a moment as he spoke, she shook his calloused hand and as she looked into his eyes and the way his face expressed confusion as he expected to be left alone; she recognized a part of herself in him. Survivors of violent events, such as what Danika went through when she was kid, generally had a permanent hint of sadness and anger in their eyes and they moved and socialize in a way where they could either repel people or not let them get too close because explaining their past and the pain that came with it was something almost unbearable to them.

For the young witch, getting close to someone was impossible; she had refused to become friends with most people, relationships were never anything labeled or serious to her and they had never been out of sentimentalism or affection, she had lost her virginity to a man merely because she was curiosity and physical attraction, and every time anyone tried to get a little too close to her she would immediately push them away.

There had been only one man too stubborn to let her walk away from his life, and as proven before in her life; anyone who ever meant anything to the witch was doomed to perish and suffer.

“Declan Graham. Sorry we had to meet that way.” He said as he shook her hand and Danika offered a soft smile.

“Nice to meet you, I mean it was a good first impression. If it wasn’t for that I would probably have never cross a word while we were sitting in this same space.” She said and nodded before she moved her eyes to her laptop, closing a few documents before she turned back to Declan Graham. “Have you lived here long, Declan? Anything places I should go to or avoid? Or people?”

Declan wasn’t sure if was okay or a very bad idea for the woman to have taken to talking to him. She didn’t seem the fragile type that would fall apart if he were to distance himself or worse yet insult her. She stood up to that man. She wasn’t likely to take whatever he said or did sitting down. Some part of that brought him a certain degree of comfort, because he knew she’d wake him up from his anger. At the same time she also didn’t know her at all. He was basing what he thought off of a couple of sentences. More importantly, Declan didn’t like talking to boring people, and the fact that he just got alcohol into made him feel less willing to tolerate it.

Some part of Declan was even further annoyed when he heard her questions. It wasn’t her fault. It seemed that all questions people asked him were either questions that caused him to bristle or were too boring to tolerate. “I lived here when I was a child.” He chugged his coffee for a moment before taking a breath and adding, “But then I was gone for a long time. I got back here about a year or so ago.” Declan wasn’t sure how long ago he returned, because he had been drinking a good bit of it.

For a moment he considered her second question. He didn’t think a lot about where he went. He just did what his body felt like doing. “I guess I’d avoid any of the churches especially the baptist ones. They tend to be filled with ignorant assholes. There is a lake called Cheat Lake that all the teenagers go to make out at, so I wouldn’t go to that unless you’re a weirdo that wants to see teenagers being dumb.”

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Uncomfortable || A Mirror Lake Event Starter

[declangraham]

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Niall was sure that his eyes reflected the same sort of relief that was clearly visible behind Declan’s green orbs. It was clear that both of them were utterly out of their element. Niall couldn’t remember if he had ever seen his friend in a suit, and it was clear that he was a bit uncomfortable in it, though it fit well.

“Are you here with Iza?” Niall asked, though he already knew the answer. Declan was a recluse, and the Warlock surely doubted that he was friends with such extravagant Witches like the Clarks and Greys. Blue eyes looked through the crowd, trying to see if Declan’s girlfriend was around, but he knew that like Cassandra, she had probably gone off to socialize.

Much like the first night that they had met, Niall leaned against the wall and nursed his empty glass. “Cassandra is good friends with Cameron and Rosie,” he said with a bit of a frown. “Cameron’s already interrogated me, and I’m sure Rosie is next. Maybe if you block me from view, she won’t find me yet.” The Warlock let out a bit of a nervous laugh, knowing that when and if Rosie wanted to talk to him, she would.

Declan stepped in front of Niall’s body as soon as Niall mentioned that he hoped that maybe Declan’s body would keep Rosie from coming to interrogate him. He had noticed that everyone that dressed as nice as Rosie and Cameron clearly avoided him, and so he assumed that Cameron and Rosie would wait until he was gone to bother Niall- or he really hoped that would work out.

Or they both would get interrogated at the same time.

He sighed and tossed back a scotch before grabbing another from a waiter that walked past. “How is that possible? We’re in the same position. I’m here with my partner too, and my partner also is friends with the hosts. And she also designed all of this for them.” He knew Niall would think the same thing that Declan felt about the house, and so he added, “This is not her taste in home. She is an interior decorator. She was just matching what they like.”

It was strange that both of the people who wanted most of all to avoid any kind of drama in the city somehow got dragged into that world by the people they cared about the most. He knew it wasn’t Iza’s intentions. She just wanted him to be friends with her friends. He knew that if her friends didn’t like him it might make Iza wonder if there was something wrong with him.

Which there was, so there was no way that he could win that game without making her friends like him. “So did the conversation go well with Cameron? Well... i mean he didn’t murder you, so that’s good news right? They’re so intense right?”

[declangraham]

Failed Avoidance II Closed

As Declan walked through the entryway of the mansion, some part of him was astonished by the building. He knew there were rich families inside of Mirror Lake. In fact, he had heard from his father about how rich the Clarks, Greys, and Robbins were. His father said they were extravagant families that didn’t know what the word excessive meant. He didn’t know what he was expecting when he walked into the house, but it was not what he saw.

Iza lead him through the house showing him what she had done, and Declan tried to pay attention, but it felt so excessive. He couldn’t believe how much money that they had spent on that home. It felt more like a show of money than it felt like a home.

When she wandered off to talk to Cameron and his mother, presumably to talk to them about her future working with them, Declan wandered off. He had heard that Cameron and Rosie were hard to get along with, and he knew he had a bit of a temper. He knew he couldn’t handle a conversation with either of them. He decided for the benefit of Iza it was best to keep away from them.

He tried to slink around the background, and the found Niall hiding away too trying to avoid the couple. Unfortunately for Niall, apparently his therapist girlfriend had known them forever. Declan hoped that maybe Cameron and Rosie’s attention would be on Niall.

However, as Declan got himself a drink he heard a familiar voice. He took a deep breath and turned around with the fourth scotch that he had that night and offered another to the person. “Uhhhh hi. What’s up?”

Iza is going to kill me. I’m going to die. This is it. I’m going to die by the hands of Iza’s friends.

[declangraham]

                                      30 Day Challenge

Day Thirty: How do they react to praise? How do they react to criticism?

Declan’s initial reaction to criticism is always anger. However, if the criticism is earned, he quickly suppresses that anger as much as he can to listen to people.

He has a difficulty believing praise. However, he often takes the praise with a curt note of appreciation before trying to move from the topic. One can tell that he is taking them seriously if he responds to it instead of moving on from the topic. If he believes or takes the compliment or praise in, he is likely to offer far more sincere appreciation, and he might say something nice to them.