black roses

Emilia Blake | 17 | I can see your eyes, staring into mine... But it's a battlefield and you're on the other side. You throw your words, sharper than a knife, and leave me cold in another house on fire. I lay low and watch the bridges burn. I lay low, what more could I have done? Now you only bring me black roses . . . and they crumble into dust when they're held.

[emilia-blake]

joshdwolf‌:

Josh smiled as he noticed her enthusiasm for the fact that he also knew Stiles, yeah great… That would definitely complicate things won’t it? Yep fun times.

“I guess that strange could be fine, I mean I’d say it’s still better than ordinary or something.” He grinned. “I mean that would be fucking boring.”

He leaned closer to get her backpack from the ground and their hands touched for a moment as he did, before she lifted it on her back. The young man gave her a bit of a shy smile. Yeah he was feeling like an idiot, but if he could have sensed his own heartbeat, Josh would have noticed that his was racing a bit faster than usual.

“Travel light don’t you?” He mused, yep he did expect her to have more bags if she was moving in, especially as from his experience a girls tended to bring the full content of their closet with them as they traveled.

“That’s cool, San Francisco?” He wondered. Life in a big town sounded way more interesting than Beacon Hills.  “Yeah born and bred here, my family is from LA though.” Indeed and they are probably there now and who knew, maybe they have somehow moved past losing a son, it was two years ago after all.

Emilia’s cheeks flushed pink as she bit her lip to keep from reflecting the same smile back at him.  She had absolutely no idea what she was doing, she had just met this guy but... the brunette didn’t mind the swooping feeling in her stomach as much as she thought she might.  

“I didn’t have a lot of time to pack,” she admitted.  “It was all pretty rushed.”  That was certainly true. Emilia hadn’t known how much time she would have before the shock wore off and Dan had come after her even angrier than he’d been before.  

“The small town life,” she noted. “Do you ever wish it was bigger? Or that you were in LA?” 

[emilia-blake]

thatcorahale‌:

Cora laughed, nodding agreement.  “Its not mine either, to be honest.  But the nice thing about it is that eventually it all just blends into one track and you stop hearing it.”  The sidewalks were empty as they rounded the bank, which was a nice surprise.  “He’s not the kind who’s going to actually do anything.  He just leers.  If he ever did do anything I’d break his nose before he had time to know it was happening.”  Realizing how harsh that may sound, she tried to temper it with a laugh.  “Are you going to be applying anywhere while you’re staying with Stiles?”

Emilia tried to look around as they walked, to get a feel for the town that she would be living in.  The violence Cora described made her fingers twitch, had the involuntary images of a larger pale fist flying towards her.  She physically shook off the rising anxiety, running a hand through her hair to ground her back to this moment, walking with Cora.  “It sounds like he would deserve it,” she finally agreed.  “Definitely,” Emilia nodded.  "I’m sure I’ll be enough of a burden just stealing his couch and his space, I want to be able to pay my way.”  She wasn’t sure who would accept her, or if she’d have to start high school here, or how that would work, what with her fleeing her old city.  

[emilia-blake]

@mamaxmccall

The plastic hospital chair squeaked every time Emilia’s foot tapped on the floor.  She didn’t mean to do it, her mom always said it was restless leg syndrome otherwise known as that foot-shaking-floor-tapping-pen-clicking thing she does that makes everyone hate her.  

She hadn’t wanted to go to the hospital at all, but if she ignored the infection on her arm any longer, she was going to have to tell Stiles about it.  And she was pretty sure he’d have more than a couple questions about the cigarette burns and where the fuck she’d gotten them.  So Emilia caved and walked to Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital, signed herself in, and collapsed into a waiting room chair to wait.  The sound of her own name derailed her train of thought, making her flinch.  “That’s, um, that’s me,” she stumbled over her words as she stood up, facing the nurse with the kind face who had called to her.  

[emilia-blake]

thatcorahale‌:

“And yet, here you are,” Cora teased.  “So maybe being warned wouldn’t have helped at all.”  She headed down a side street, intending to connect on the other side of the bank and head toward Sinema.  “Not much of a story there - I came home a little while back, and I didn’t have much in the way of resources.  Sinema was hiring, the manager’s gross and likes to have pretty bartenders, next thing I know I’m pouring drinks and listening to a lot of house music.”

Cora certainly had a good point.  A sign outside of town reading EMILIA BLAKE GO AWAY couldn’t have kept her from coming here.  “House music...” Emilia’s nose wrinkled in distaste.  “Can’t say it’s my favorite.  The work itself doesn’t sound too awful,” she paused.  “But I don’t think I’d deal well with a boss like that.”  Though it didn’t take more than a glance to see that Cora could handle herself.  Just in the way she walked, and carried herself, Emilia was certain she could be dangerous if she wanted to be.  

[emilia-blake]

mariejeanne-valet‌:

Marie just raised an eyebrow back at Emilia as she got to work on lighting the few logs that rest in the pit just between them; the woman’s shaking frame longing for the warmth that the fire would bring. She hardly wished to explain the circumstances of her living in these woods to the young girl, especially not when she was dripping wet over Emilia’s rescue… The woman letting minutes go by, silently, before she finally sparked flames into the wood. “They did not try, ma chère fille.” Marie went to Em, ushering her nearby the heat that radiating off of their newfound campfire. “They put a dagger through my heart.”  The way she said it was nonchalant - it was no longer shocking to her, but rather a minor annoyance - but she supposed the young girl would not mind. Beacon Hills reminded her of Gevaudan in a way; brimming with danger, and always looking for it’s next victim. Surely this girl who lived there had seen worse. 

Emilia’s eyes grew wide as Marie guided her to the warmth.  She could practically feel the adrenaline seeping into her veins once again, her body urging her to act now now now.  “Th-that’s impossible,” she shook her head.  “You can’t be- it isn’t-” The girl was dissolving into half sentences that ended before they’d even begun; she wasn’t sure she was ready for a response.  

“If that was true, that would make you...” Emilia exhaled shakily.  “That would make you dead.”  She had never been one for fantasy novels, or tales of the deceased rising agin to walk the earth, but she knew the stereotypes.  The cold, dead, skin; zombies or vampires or some other monster... Marie wasn’t cold.  Her hand was warm against Emilia’s back; her touch was careful and firm in a way that the young girl hadn’t felt since her mother died.  “You’re- you’re not dead,” she muttered, almost confirming it for herself more than Marie.  

[emilia-blake]

thatcorahale‌:

Cora didn’t think of herself as a local, but compared to Emilia she supposed that was accurate enough.  “Someday I’ll have to publish a tourist’s guide to this place.  Page one will just say ‘don’t bother’” she snorted.  “Nah, of course I don’t mind.  We’re closest to Sinema, I think, so let’s take a walk that way and then we can pass the bowling alley on the way back to the station.”

Emilia laughed, shaking her head at the description of Beacon Hills.  “I think I’d be the last person moving here after that was published,” she hummed.  “That sounds great!”  She smiled gratefully, ready to follow Cora’s lead.  “How’d you end up working at Sinema?”

[emilia-blake]

joshdwolf‌:

“Stiles?” He furrowed his brows and his eyes widened. Always lucky wasn’t him? He meet a nice girl and her best friend is Stiles? The guy that contributed to his first untimely demise.

“Yeah we went to school together, I know where he lives.” He added hastily shortly thereafter, he figured he could just show her where it was, maybe hang by the door, but definitely no more than that.

“And your mom would usually be right.” He chuckled.

“Wait, what… Strange guy?” He echoed her, playfully, trying to look offended, but his smile gave away the fact that he didn’t really mind.

“Great.” He beamed. “It’s not far let me show you.” He continued cheerfully. “Need help with these?” The young man pointed at her bags.

“Well, I might be exaggerating a bit.” He grinned, well actually he was probably being too kind to the city where he died twice and sure Beacon Hills could look like a quaint little town at a first glance, but he knew better of course. “A tiny bit.”

“Where do you come from by the way?”

Emilia could barely believe her luck, that this guy actually was familiar with Stiles and knew where his apartment was.  She smiled, shaking her head.  “Strange at least for now!  That could change!  And I promise not to call you strange after I get to know you a little more,” she vowed, a tiny smile playing on her lips. 

She hefted the backpack up on her back, shaking her head.  “Thanks, but got it. This is actually the only one that’s mine.”  It hadn’t escaped Emilia’s notice that most of the people at the station had more bags than her, despite the fact that they probably weren’t moving there permanently.   

“I lived in the Bay Area,” she shrugged.  There was no point in hiding that, especially since she was never going back there.  “Have you always lived in Beacon Hills?”

[emilia-blake]

thatcorahale‌:

“Then you’ve come to the right place.”  Assuming that one didn’t factor in the people coming back from the dead, occasional hunters and whatever other dangers lurked in town.  “Ah, gotcha.  In that case the bowling alley is your best bet.  Pro tip, though, if you want ginger ale there get it from the pop machine instead of the concession.  You’ll thank me later.”  Cora made a vague gesture around them.  “Any of our fine hotspots you want to see before we head for the station?”

“I’ll definitely remember that,” she agreed, a small smile playing on her lips.  “Always good to have the inside scoop from the locals.” Emilia hiked her backpack up on her shoulders, chewing her lip absentmindedly.  “I mean... If you have the time I wouldn’t mind seeing one of them?  Just as a point of reference for when I’m trying to find it again,” she asked, eyes squinted nearly closed in preparation of rejection.  

[emilia-blake]

thatcorahale‌:

“You’re welcome, Emilia,” Cora smiled.  “If all else fails I can take you to the station, I’m sure someone can get in touch with the Sheriff and he can find Stiles.”  At least that way Cora would feel better about where she left the girl, especially since she didn’t want to place any bets on Stiles’ memory.  There was a brief silence as she considered that.  “I wish I could say you’ve come to a town full of exciting destinations and hotspots, but I think the bowling alley is probably the most happening place in town.  If you’re old enough to drink, Sinema’s a decent club - I work there, so you can drink cheap.  As for the rest…honestly, there isn’t much town in this town.”

“Honestly, I could use a little less excitement.” Emilia quipped it like a joke, but it was true.  The sudden nature of her decision to flee to Beacon Hills still had her feeling pretty high strung and amped up.  Some peace and quiet would not go amiss.  “Unfortunately I’m barely seventeen,” the brunette confessed.  “Cheap drinking is pretty out of the question for the foreseeable future unless you serve ginger ale.”

[emilia-blake]

evolutionofawolf‌:

Derek noted the slight change in her demeanor, the scent of anxiety slowly appearing in the atmosphere. His expression remained the same, but the male moved away from the girl, creating some distance between them without making it too obvious he was trying to give her space. She seemed young, so Derek assumed she was nervous about talking to strangers, not taking the possibility personally. He didn’t answer her comment about having enough quirk for the both of them, green eyes settling on the map she’d been staring at for a moment, turning back to the brunette when she mentioned who she was looking for. His brow furrowed at the comment about great hair, an obvious hint of skepticism in his features, but that was about the only sign the wolf gave about possibly knowing who she was speaking about. “Why are you looking for him?”

She exhaled slowly as some of the tension faded from the line of her shoulders with his movement.  Emilia hated having these reactions, especially when she was out now.  “He’s my cousin,” she explained quietly, twisting her fingers.  “He was supposed to pick me up.”  Fuck, she didn’t know where the hell Stiles was; he’d probably forgotten about picking her up.   Emilia peered up at Derek, and fought the feeling that she was literally shrinking just standing there.  “You do know him then, don’t you?”  That particular face was pretty common reaction to Stilinskis and he seemed practiced with it.  

[emilia-blake]

tarnishedargent‌:

One of the rats let out a squeak, but Allison didn’t notice, distracted by the question. “Oh.” It wasn’t that she hated Stiles, but the last time she’d seen his face, it hadn’t been him. And they were memories it was hard to shake, with the nightmares she had of him and the oni. “Well… his dad was sheriff a few years ago, so he probably still is? I only just got back in town myself.”

She shifted her weight, fingering one of the straps of her backpack.  “Oh, I’m sorry,” Emilia flushed, unconsciously trying to look small.  “I’m honestly not sure... I guess we’re both a bit out of the loop.” The brunette peered down at the carrier, listening to the scurrying of little feet. “Are those um- rats?” 

[emilia-blake]

oflaahey‌:

      “i guess it is, although i’ve never seen you around the town before. is it the first time you are here?” but he had probably not noticed if someone moved in or not “maybe he’s busy with something dangerous, helping his best friend scott if they are still hanging out” he did not think of what he said, as always “nope, not sure if he still lives in the same house. it’s a small town though, so maybe i could help you find out where he lives?” he said looking around, then looked back at her again “i am isaac, by the way, if i forgot to introduce myself”

“Might as well be,” she admitted tentatively.  It had been years since her last visit to Beacon Hills.  Her eyebrows rose involuntarily.  “Something... Dangerous?”  Emilia was aware of the mischievous streak in her cousin; it lived in her too.  The name Scott sounded familiar too, though she wouldn’t have been able to place him.  “That’d be really great, actually, if you don’t mind.”  She shook her head, scolding herself for forgetting too.  “I’m Emilia,” she offered, holding out a hand.  

[emilia-blake]

joshdwolf‌:

Yeah it was like a best friends thing. For a moment Josh wondered if she was actually single. She was cute wasn’t she? The thought made him smile.

“Maybe he is someone I know, I mean it isn’t exactly a big town. What’s his name?” Yeah not that Josh knew everyone in town obviously, but between the parties and school he did have quite a large circle all things considered. “Maybe we g-“ He hesitated for a moment. “went to school together.”

“Well let’s see…” He gestured with his hands like he was going to introduce her to the town. “Here is it, everything there is to see.” He grinned shortly thereafter. “I’m joking by the way. Let’s see, we have a ton of abandoned warehouses, the preserve is actually nice, if you trust going there with a complete stranger I think I can show you a nice belvedere or two…” He looked thoughtful for a moment. “Or we can grab an icecream maybe? I know a great place, just a few blocks away.”

Josh chuckled. “Well, if you used to live in Caracas or maybe Mexico City.” It was kinda of a joke, but well he wasn’t sure that the murder rate of Beacon Hills was lower than those cities, probably they didn’t come back there though.

Emilia paused, her mind working quickly.  It burned against her every instinct to give up information about herself so quickly, but this was a new town, right?  She was gonna be safe here, and Josh... Well she wouldn’t mind spending some more time with him.  And if he knew her cousin, that’d help her in the long run.  “Stiles Stilinski?” The brunette finally offered, the tip of her tongue between her teeth.  

She couldn’t help but laugh as she looked out at the view of town that they could see.  Strange, she thought, for him to mention the abandoned buildings of Beacon Hills.  It got her mind wondering just why they got left.  “I don’t think my mom would ever forgive me if I went wandering in the woods with a strange guy,” she joked.  “Ice cream on the other hand... I’d love that.”  

“That bad, huh?” Her brow furrowed, and she glanced back at the bit of streets before them.  The sidewalks painted with afternoon sunlight looked a little less idyllic at his words.  But.. Emilia couldn’t do it, couldn’t let herself believe that she’d run right from one nightmare into another.  

[emilia-blake]

thatcorahale‌:

“You’re welcome,” Cora smiled.  She could be brusque sometimes, but usually only when people deserved it.  So far this girl didn’t, so she was doing her best to be cordial.  “I can understand that, like its some sort of family talisman that he can’t give up on now.”  Laughing softly, she extended a hand.  “Cora Hale.  Grumpy girl who really doesn’t mind helping human disasters out.”

Emilia shook the proffered hand firmly with a grin.  “Well thank you, Cora Hale.”  For all that she was grateful, she was more than a little surprised that a stranger would be so kind.  She’d have to keep her “I guess I’m stuck until he remembers me,” she mused.  Even if she went to Stiles’s house or the station, he probably wouldn’t be there to let her in.  Emilia swallowed her anxiety and put on a brave face.  “Might as well look around, if I’m gonna be living here.”  She quirked an eyebrow at the other girl.  “Anywhere I ought to check out?”

[emilia-blake]

mariejeanne-valet‌:

“Yes,” Marie raised an eyebrow as she peaked a look back at Emilia; still confident in every stride she took, though her eyes weren’t on the trail ahead. “I am French. What of it?” She wasn’t sure what to expect of the question, but her lips tugged up into an amused smile anyway; expecting a typical American sort of dig for her homeland. But when it didn’t come - Emilia asking about how she had ended up in town instead - Marie could only scowl.  She wasn’t fond of telling the story… she wasn’t fond of thinking about her decision to leave her family behind. But she supposed that it was her penance for cursing them to fend without her. “The people who killed me brought me here.” Marie said rather suddenly, shrugging her shoulders as they finally came across her camp in the middle of the forest. “I am not sure when, though. So do not ask.” 

Emilia made sure to keep up, remaining a step or two behind Marie until she nearly ran right into her back as they entered her camp.  Whether it was the surprise of arriving or the woman’s words registering... was anyone’s guess.  “Wait- I,” her brow furrowed.  

“I don’t understand...”  the young girl tried to apologize with her eyes, even as she disobeyed the command to stop asking questions about how Marie got to Beacon Hills.  “People tried to kill you?” Despite the Frenchwoman’s occasional bluntness and the fact that she was still basically a stranger to Emilia, she couldn’t imagine wanting to kill her for any reason, even if she could get past the idea of an attempted murder being a normal point in a conversation long enough to question the killer’s motive.  

[emilia-blake]

joshdwolf‌:

Josh smile back again, it was nice to meet someone new… someone whose relationship wasn’t tainted by the fact that he had died and came back. It felt genuinely liberating and perhaps her bright mood had managed to influence the young Chimera a little. 

“Really busy guy.” He grinned. “You two are close?” Of course they were, who had ever seen a girl letting thing slides with someone that forgot her at a bus station. God if he knew for experience, he still remember being very publicly dumped when he did that to one of his exes. It wasn’t his fault, he was just too high to remember… Well maybe it was slightly his fault, a bit.

“Well I was extremely busy.” He joked. “But I think I can find a bit of time for you miss.” The young man smirked again, yeah time was pretty much the only thing he had in abundance these days. Which in hindsight it sounded quite lame. “So where should we go?”

“Moving in?” His eyes widened a bit. Apparently there were still people that decided to go live in Beacon Hills by their own choices. “Yeah it’s just a quaint little town, with is unexplained murders, animal attacks… weird phenomena. It’s amazing if you are in that kind of stuff.” 

“He’s my closest friend,” she confirmed.  Not that there was much any competition for that title.  Emilia hadn’t had very many opportunities to make friends at her old school, especially when she wasn’t allowed to stay after for clubs or sports or anything.  

 “Hmm...” The brunette considered her options.  She certainly had no idea where Stiles’s apartment was, and it seemed unlikely that Josh did either.  Time for some improvisation.  “What’s on the list of things that you’ve absolutely got to go to or see when you move to Beacon Hills?”  Emilia quirked an eyebrow.  

She tapped the toe of her sneaker against the concrete a little anxiously at his description of the town.  “Murders, attacks, and phenomena, oh my!” Part of her wanted to dismiss it as a joke but... The other half of her could totally see this small town being one full of bizarre occurrences.  “I’m sure it can’t be any worse than where I’m coming from,” she shrugged, phrasing it like a joke even though it was true.  

[emilia-blake]

oflaahey‌:

          while he waited on a reply he checked his jeans pockets to feel that his car keys was still there. it worried him that he would accidentally drop them, not that he done it yet, but could easily happen. when she mentioned stiles’ name he frowned “yeah” he replied “i don’t know him well, but i know who he is. was he the one you were supposed to meet up here?”

“Yeah,” she nodded eagerly, relieved that this person at least knew who her cousin was.  “Small world.  I’m moving in with him actually... Which would be easier if he remembered to pick me up.  Or if I knew where his apartment was.”  Emilia grimaced.  “I don’t suppose you conveniently know him from like, being next door neighbors or something?  That would probably be too much of a coincidence,” she laughed.