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jaegoxrhys:

“When you get as old as I am, things start to get a little stale. I was running out of things to do, things that felt new whenever I tried them. In hindsight, I understand how that makes me sound to someone who did not want this done to them in the first place,” he said with a small sigh. In retrospect to the other two in their triplicate, he wanted the change. Craved it. He had already mastered so many skills that an eternity was starting to feel like a death sentence. He rose a brow as the man continued to speak, giving Dylan a small shrug. “As a human, I died rather quickly into the fourth crusade not long after I joined. That was a particularly gruesome battle, but then my sire found me and I began my true journey. The thing is… you have that chance to get that freedom. You don’t have to answer to anyone who betrayed you now, you are going to live long enough to do all of the things you have dreamed. It is waiting for you, and that is not just me being an optimist.”

“I used to look on with disgust for anybody who would even possess a willingness to turn themselves into a lab rat. I still would, but I know now what I’ll experience for myself eventually you can do a million things and still aren’t satisfied.” Dylan wore the weight of his traumas on his shoulders, feeling that it was his responsibility to take on the others in the house. The habit brought about the grumpiness and the uptight personality Dylan seemed to be famous for nowadays. A painful side effect of an Alpha who lost his crown. “The soldier’s resurrection, you could almost write it in a song.” The hybrid rose from his spot, moving around the coffee table and taking a seat next to Jaego, resting his elbows on his knees as he leaned forward, “I don’t see that side of my immortality, Jaego, I don’t see the beauty of it the way you do. I’m caught between a rock and a hard place.” He sighed, “I wouldn’t know what to do with it.”

#jaego convo

cleroux-madeline:

And here I thought you were just a pretty face Dylan. Stealing from Jaego sounds like an amazing idea.

“I am a pretty face among other things.” Dylan retorted, yanking open one of many cabinets in the kitchen before retrieving a bottle of brandy from way in the back. “Let’s get drunk enough so I can’t feel that pretty face of mine.”

#madeline convo

cleroux-madeline:

What? Isn’t ‘drinking your problems away’ a necessity for those who live in this town?

Only if you don’t have a slow metabolism. I think I know where Jae keeps the good liquor.

#madeline convo

jaegoxrhys:

“Have you tried not being so bashful? You are acting absolutely prudish,” Jaego joked before giving a Dylan a thoughtful look, “whichever is the least conceited option, you make me out to be so full of myself sometimes.” Jae relaxed back into his chair as he drummed a finger on his chin, thinking back on his past. Unfortunately, with old age, faces were blurs, but he remembered everything else. “It was just my mother, younger sister, and I in a small village in England that was ravaged by famine and plague. I was the man of the household at a young age as my father died during a war, there were so many at that time that I forget which one exactly. It was a simple life and it was one that I loved, but it soon grew claustrophobic. I wanted to see the world, and I saw the opportunity to be drafted into the army set up by the church towards the end of the third crusade. I sent what money I could back to my family, but I never went back.”

“I’m not a bashful prude if you display your business in the sheets for an audience.” Dylan pointed out in a playful matter-of-fact way, “We’re all full of ourselves sometimes, Jae.” The hybrid placed his index finger to his lip as Jaego recounted bits and pieces of his backstory, the small collective of a family, and a surprising willingness to fight a war and provide for his mother and sister’s welfare. Dylan never knew someone like that in his life, someone protecting him, he was thrown into a harsh regiment since the moment he could talk. “You preferred adventure over a charmed livelihood, which explains why you volunteered for the experiments. Always looking for the next big thing.” Dylan’s gaze shifted to his hands, “I can’t begin to understand the battles you’ve fought or the shit you encountered in however long you were walking the earth, but I would have given anything for that freedom.”

#jaego convo

jaegoxrhys:

Have you tried not listening?

I guess the world will never know. Hm… I guess that is true– I do like to enjoy talking about my life, as I do not hide from it. I just never really liked to make it a focal point of a conversation unless it directly correlates, since not a lot of people have the luxury of living as long as I have. If you did have any questions, then surely you can ask. I am an open book.

Have you forgotten you live with a super hearing hybrid?

“You like talking about your life or you enjoy talking about yourself? There is a difference.” Dylan rounded the couch and plopped himself into a chair, kicking up his legs on top of the coffee table with a relaxed disposition. It wasn’t difficult to rile the man these days and certainly was the case when Jae pushed every button imaginable. “Then consider me sharing the sentiment, for once.” He pressed his lips together with a small one-shoulder shrug, “What was your family life like? Parents, siblings, all that?”

#jaego convo

jaegoxrhys:

How uncouth. That’s actually technically Sunday, but who is keeping track of that.

I always have been– for all you know, I could be a published author.

I should when I can hear you from the living room on a different floor.

Watch it turn out you actually were Hemingway using a pen name. It’s funny, though, the time we spent together and I really know little of your life.

#jaego convo

jaegoxrhys:

Me time equals writing time. Call it a memoir, I guess.

I thought your me time involved your hand and a saturday night.

Since when did you become Hemingway?

#jaego convo

spencer-vanxwarren:

Spencer gave a small chuckle as he shook his head, “no this isn’t obligation on behalf of Tori. It’s because I know what it’s like to have no home and to be turned away countless times.” Spencer thought on what the hybrid said and couldn’t help but think that in the reality of things, no matter what kind of hybrid they were… they’d have a home with the Chamberlain’s. They were one of the most exclusive of the branches. “I’ll tell her but it may also be helpful to hear first hand that there’s other hybrids have her back just as much as she has yours.”

“True, that could be the case if anyone of us outwardly asked to become a part of someone else’s pack. We don’t have many options as you can tell.” Dylan lifted his shoulders in a shrug. Starting a completely separate pack didn’t come to mind for him until recently, but he was Alpha born the way Spencer had been and an alpha without a pack was devastating. Still, if it were in the best interests of the others, joining the Chamberlain’s reaped benefits. “It kind of makes it sound like I’m the unofficial face of the hybrid revolution.” The male cracked a grin and nodded once, “I think I’ll talk with her too. Her and I share a similar story to how we became this, sold off by fucking shitty deals.”

#spencer convo

torixchamberlain:

I’ve literally seen pups do better than this.

Agreed. Though, I remember those good old training days looked a little differently.

#tori convo

spencer-vanxwarren:

Spencer’s lips quirked into a smile as Dylan spoke about his little family with a grin on his face– the hybrid could never hate those that are like him; ones that had gone through the same ordeal. “I’m glad you’re able to find and be with your like kind. Just know that you don’t have to be on your own either– if there’s anything you need, I’ll be sure to help.”

“Now, I’m not implying we’re all supposed to act like a merry little brady bunch, but we are essentially a pack one way or another. I want to help them.” Another smile peaked the side of the hybrid’s mouth, gaze flickering momentarily and raising to nod his agreement. “This isn’t you offering out of obligation because of Tori, right?” It was a small joke, part sarcasm. “Just let her know we’re on the same team here.”

#spencer convo

valentina-kent:

Cool, great– any more words of wisdom, or are you going to leave me alone.

I heard about you. Winslow’s pack, right?

I was like you in the beginning of this too. Emotions all over the place, heightened, I couldn’t tell if I was hungry or angry. Maybe a bit of both. The point is, everyone who’s like us are stuck with each other.

#valentina convo

spencer-vanxwarren:

I can imagine– people are particular with their dairy.

Yet you talk about him with a note of fondness in your voice.

Dylan lifted his eyebrows as a form of agreement with the werewolf’s statement, “He’s a real pain in my ass, that face of his doesn’t make up for it, but we’re kind of stuck with each other. Him and Madelyn.” The hybrid shrugged, unable to hide his grin, “It’s nice, like having my own little pack.”