clip their tiny wings

Closing Time || Open

A few of the chefs emerged from the kitchen laughing about a joke shared behind closed doors interrupting Janie before she had the chance of opening her mouth. The trio glanced over at their boss standing behind the counter— not an uncommon sight for them— then they waved offering a goodnight before the left through the front door with the hostess. Janie leaned against the counter waving goodbye before turning her now undivided attention to the stranger.

She sighed cleaning up her mess rethinking his question then decided to speak. “It’s always a long day for me… this one just seemed a bit unproductive. Mostly my own fault.” She laughed faintly.

#thealphalacroix #it's so refreshing too to see a starter that's not like GIVE ME A BF/GF/EX and that's actually in para form

The bar seemed nice enough, if Dustin thought so himself. The staff also seemed to have a great respect for the woman in front of him, and it always made him happy to see women being respected. Having a sister would do that to him though, and he supposed he had a bit of a protective nature over women because of it. Taking a longer sip of his drink, Dustin let the alcohol light up his senses, his heart pounding in his chest with the hope that his thoughts and problems could be taken away with merely a drink. He didn't drink often, so when he did he had high hopes that maybe a few shots of this and that could take away the impending problem.

"Hey, I'd like to think that you got out of bed and came here, which is productive enough." He murmured lightly against his glass, giving her a slight smile. "Plus, it looks like you have a great staff. Productivity is at it's finest when you've got a great one. How long has this place been open for anyway? I haven't seen it around, but there's a high possibility I merely missed it."

bornoutofseason

Autumn got the strangest feeling that she was speaking a foreign language to the man. He seemed to focus on her words like he was trying to process them, and the subtle frown on his face said that the endeavor was somewhat fruitless. Kind of like how she’d been when she’d tried to teach herself spanish. There was something odd about him, something awkward and out of place. Perhaps it should have frightened her. But Autumn didn’t shy away from odd, instead she felt a protective need to embrace it. After all, they called her crazy, and sometimes she didn’t know if they were wrong or right.

His soft words made her eyes widen. She was not at all accustomed to people asking to accompany her. “Oh…s-sure, if you feel up to it. That bump on your head looks pretty nasty. I…wouldn’t blame you if you wanted to go home, take some pain medication, and go to sleep.” Autumn stood there awkwardly for a moment, as if waiting for him to jump at the suggestion that he had better things to do than follow around a silly girl like herself. When he didn’t, she bit at her lower lip and then took a breath. “Okay, um, we’re going this way.” She began to walk, slow, gingerly steps. After all, she was a woman who tiptoed her way through life, tentatively skirting around other people, always ready for that soul crushing pain against her temples, the way her mind would swim with things she didn’t want to see. He walked beside her, quietly, and she didn’t at all oppose the silence, for it wasn’t the uncomfortable kind.

The bookstore was small, the sort of shop most people would have walked past. An elegant scrawl was fading off the sign and a little bell tinkled as Autumn pushed it open. It suddenly occurred to her as she inhaled the scent of books, that she had not gotten the man’s name. She turned around, staring up at him shyly as she extended her hand. “I’m Autumn, I realize I didn’t introduce myself before. It’s nice to meet you.”

#bornoutofseason #au!angelandhuman

Dustin merely stared at the girl -- he was to go home? He didn't even know what home was any more... He had a vague idea that it was what was up there in the sky, back in the kingdom that he had come from, but his stomach grew sick with the realization that he no longer had a home to go to. He was stuck here, no way up and out of this. He wasn't even sure of where he was going to sleep that night. He hadn't thought of all these things before the fall, and now that he had, his stomach churned and he had to fight off the very human urge to vomit. Swallowing hard, he pushed it down and merely stared at he girl blankly, unsure of what to say. She was moving on from the subject within a moment however, and he silently followed her down the street, his hands swinging at his side.

The people wondering around the streets were nothing short of fascinating. They all had their own auras, some that made his stomach clench and some that made him want to reach out. But they never acknowledged him, not the way that his superiors had said that they would. He was merely lost now to them -- and they were nothing but lost souls that he couldn't heal nor touch. It made him fall a bit flat, a bit short as he tried to breathe deep. He couldn't do this -- he should have never taken the initiative to the fall.

Dustin blindly followed the girl into the book shop, the ringing of the bell hurting his ears and reminding him so much of the ringing that he had faced elsewhere. Pulling in a slow breath, he stumbled as he realized the girl stopped, eyeing her hand a bit. Biting down on his lip, he clumsily took hers with his. "I'm..Dustin. It's a pleasure to meet you, Autumn." Looking around the place a bit, he frowned at the dust that attacked his nose almost instantly. "What do we...do here?"

Connor: OPEN

Raising her eyebrow she watched as the man before sort of nervously insult her life style before offering to help her out. Which she didn’t need, she stopped needing people when her mom abandoned her.

"Where do you think my money went? I payed my rent." Connor ran her hand through her hair, and sighed. She didn’t want to seem rude, but knew that personality made her seem that way.

"Look, I don’t need handouts, I’ve been taking care of myself since I was fifteen, but thank you for the offer." Sticking her free hand out she gave a small smile. "I’m Connor."

Dustin flinched a bit, then realized how his comment must've truly come out. Pulling in a slow breath, he gave her a bit of a slight smile. "I'm...sorry that was rude of me. I've lived in New York for too long -- I can never tell if someone's genuinely homeless or just needing supplies."

Frowning a bit, Dustin realized hwo bad that had to sound as well. He sincerely needed to work on his people skills. Shaking his head a bit, he placed his larger hand in hers, giving it a firm shake. "I'm Dustin, and I apparently don't know how to speak to people. You'll have to forgive me on that front."

#spittingupteeth

Closing Time || Open

Placing her hand on her hips, her eyes shifted to the bartender who had been waiting half the night to get back home with his newborn daughter. Janie shook her head with a slow blink gesturing for him to go home. He bowed his head mouthing a ‘thank you Alpha’; Janie strolled back down the stairs and rushed over to the counter. 'Noir' wasn’t exactly closed for the next ten minutes. She followed his order to the letter deciding to play the wise bartender given the exception of her attire.

Janie placed the drink in front of the man and picked up her Bloody Mary. “Long day?” She lifted the rim of the glass to her lips.

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Dustin watched the girl, glancing around the bar once more. It seemed like a quaint little place, just a little slow. It was enough to make him feel both at home and unwanted at once, but it was easily one of the cleaner bars that he had been in. Looking up at the girl who seemed to be the bartender, he nodded his head a bit. Gratefully, he took the glass and took a long sip before he answered. "Thanks...extremely long. Been a long day here too?"

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Connor: OPEN

Blowing the smoke away from the man standing across from her, she took a moment to look him up and down. He wasn’t the usual type to follow her out of a store. The usual type was drugged out of their minds and looking for a hit, or creeps. He didn’t seem like either to her, but she’s been wrong before.

"You think I payed for these?" Connor asked with a wave of her cigarette laden hand. "I pick pocketed four different people before I even got a brand I liked, and no one is that nice I promise you."

Dustin's nose crunched a bit as he frowned, thinking of as much as he hated the habit, people wouldn't be too happy once they realized that it was gone. "Perhaps you could have just stoped while you were ahead. It's not the greatest habit to have," he mused lightly, then bit down on his lip a bit more. "I'm that type that's nice enough and nave enough. Do you have a home?"

#spittingupteeth

thefxllenpatch

The other mans touch was strangely calming, it caused Patch to emotions to bristle. He took a step away from the other man. Patch trying not to think about that night. He found his fingers slipping around behind him and feeling over the scars not saying anything to the other male, “I don’t need your pity. It’s frankly pathetic.” He spat, before he cast his eyes down to the floor.

#thefxllenpatch #au!angeldustin

Dustin recoiled as the man stepped away, his hands falling deftly to his sides. He watched as his hand went to the scars on his back, and he pulled in aslow breath. He could feel his own scars ache, ones that were fresh and raised pink -- ones that would take a long time to heal, if they ever did. Swallowing hard, Dustin pulled in a slow breath through his nose. "It's not...pity. It's..understanding."

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thefxllenpatch

Normally when people saw Patch’s scars he just brushed it off as some freak accident. No matter how stupid the explanation people were always stupid enough to believe it. But this man, or whatever he was, knew what they were really from. He felt anger and embarrassment churn in his stomach, “I don’t know what you’re talking about man, you’re crazy.”

#thefxllenpatch #au!angeldustin

His eyes carefully scanned the man's, not sure of what to say and if he had hostile intents. Pulling in a slow breath, Dustin chanced a step closer. "I...know that's not the story." He mused quietly, his hands held up in front of him in defense. He could feel the man's emotions radiating off of him, making his stomach clench slightly, his mind trying to reach out and soothe the man, to show him that he meant to harm. "Did...did they rip them off before the fall?"

Closing Time || Open

Chairs rested on tables making it easier for the newer employees to clean the floors. The entire building was silent other than the conversations in the kitchen. Janie, in her usual borderline inappropriate black ensemble, perched herself on the counter of the bar in the center of the room casually sipping on her Bloody Mary. She had a shit ton of paperwork to fill out regarding her lease and she wasn’t going to add more gray to her hair tonight. When the bartender signed he was headed her way, she slid down from her perch and sauntered upstairs. She probably wouldn’t get any sleep tonight… or tomorrow especially for most of the phone calls she needed to make. The sound of a late night customer alarmed the employes and Janie— it wasn’t unusual for them to come. Just a pain in the ass when everyone was tired. Being the gracious person she learned to be, Janie turned to fully face the person and offered a tired smile. “May I help you?”

Dustin had to admit that the past few days hadn't been the greatest. Between getting furniature moved in and trying to settle the rest of the things that needed to be with his apartment, he had a headache the size of Canada by the end of his shift at the gas station. Biting on his lip, he double checked the cash register, counting the cash methodically before closing it back up and writing it down on his card. Punching out, he twirled his keys on his finger as the annoying clang of the bell fell behind him. Unlocking his car door, Dustin sat inside of it for a good five minutes before he decided that he actually needed a drink for once, and not something as frilly and calm as a beer. Pulling out of the parking lot, he headed down the road, his eyes scanning both sides and looking for a place that seemed to be open and in good spirits. He finally found one, biting into his lip as he carefully parked his car and popped the quarters into the meter. Running his fingers through his hair, he stepped through the door, staring at bit at the employees that turned to look at him. Feeling the heat under their gaze, he cleared his throat a bit as the girl spoke to him, heading up to the bar. "Yeah um...can I have a Long Island Iced Tea? The heavier on the alcohol the better."

#thealphalacroix

Wrong Number

Text: what must it be like to be adored for your personality?

Text: what must it be like for someone to love you simply for your mind?

Dustin: I'm not..sure who this is, but trust me, I'm not loved for either of those things. However, those are deep questions.

#laylaakay

thefxllenpatch

Patch went for a run like he did every Saturday morning. Usually people in this neighborhood weren’t even up and around at this hour so he had no shame in running through the trails with his shirt off. Two long parallel scars ran down his back from where his angels’ wings used to be. He hadn’t expected anyone to meet anyone else on the trails. He stiffened as soon as he heard someone come up from behind him. This made him feel extremely uneasy. Patch whipped around glaring at the person; “What the fuck are you doing?”

#thefxllenpatch #au!angeldustin

Dustin had found himself restless -- all the changes around him were driving him nuts and he couldn't breathe in the autmosphere that he had created for himself. Biting down on his lip, he pushed his way through the heavily populated area and towards the woods, towards some sense of nature and something familiar for just a brief breath of air. He wouldn't stay long -- he couldn't. He had to get back, had to look around, had to just...be somewhere, have just some sense of being and purpose. Pushing his way through the trees, Dustin came up to a trail, his body freezing as he observed the shirtless male before him, with the scars that were all too familiar to him. Biting down on his lip hard, Dustin pulled in a careful breath. The other man wasn't human, wasn't one of them. "Your wings.....What happened to them?"

Connor: OPEN

Stuffing the cigarettes into her pocket, Connor looked around for a split second, before bowing her head and snagging a couple more items that she needed, deodorant and some makeup products into her pockets, as she made her way out the front door and around the corner to pull a cigarette out of her pocket to light.

Leaning agains the wall, she tucked her cigarette between her teeth and cupped her lips to light it.

"Alright what?" She asked to the person. "You followed me from the store, what is it?"

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Dustin watched the blonde girl from a safe distance, biting into his lip ever so slightly as he watched her pick the place clean of the items that she needed. Setting down the magazine that he had been looking at, he followed her quietly, not entirely sure why he was doing so. He just felt compelled to watch the blonde in motion, and pulling in a slow breath, he nodded a little to himself as he made up his mind. He stopped short as he turned the corner and found her tucked against the wall, cigarette in her mouth.

"I um.." He started a little lamely, then let out a sigh. "Why did you pick pocket those things? You could have merely asked someone to pay for you, or not have gone shopping at all. You had enough for cigarettes, after all."

#spittingupteeth

smallwind

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"Pleasure to meet you too." Eli replied. She nodded her head in agreement about leaving the room. As he turned and walked out Eli watched him, wondering briefly where this encounter was headed. Not that it mattered, it’s just that she wasn’t someone people approached to talk to — even if she’d been caught looking at them. She picked up her things and followed him out into the corridor. He was leaning against a wall just outside the door. He asked if this was her only class, "Yeah," She nodded her head, "I’m done for the day. You?" She asked him as she moved to his other side and out of the way of the door.