Fallen From Grace

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Cooking Encounter||Alexandra & Felix (Time Jump)

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alexandra-carson:

Alexandra was roaming through the street of New York City, trying to get to her destination on time. About a year ago, everyone who knew Alexandra would have never thought she’ll be ever roaming around the city of New York. They would have thought she’ll be out of the United States, studying abroad in some foreign country for who knows what. Instead of continuing her study in school, Alexandra decided to take a year off after leaving camp. The incident in camp left her somewhat traumatized, not making her what to think about her education. But it also opened up her eyes how lonely she was when that happened, and she decided to changed that. She decided to try and be more friendly as best as she can, be a little bit more open. A better way to start it by meeting someone with the same common interests as her, in a cooking class. Alexandra tried cooking once she arrived back home, and she ended up loving it. Cooking class could help her improve her school and make new friends, well, hopefully.

After finding the class, Alexandra entered the place as quickly as she could since she did not want to be late. She let out a relief sigh once she saw she was not late, but rather a bit early. Alexandra was slowly looking around, taking in the details of the class, she stopped once she felt pair of eyes on her, almost as if someone is staring at her. Alexandra turned and saw someone familiar. What was his name? Fabio? Finn? No, it was none of those, but did start with an F. She smiled at him and offered him a wave. As she walked close to him, she remembered his name. Felix. “Hey” She said with a small smile, “Mind if I sit next to you?” Alexandra gestured to the empty chair next to him.

Because of all the work that Felix was now involved in, he had no time to socialize. He had originally gone to Camp Harmony to meet other supernaturals and make some friends that understood what it was like to be supernatural among a bunch of mortals, but he hardly had time to meet anyone before the camp was ended. Now, sitting in the cooking class surrounded by middle-aged woman who wanted nothing more than to cook a Thanksgiving Turkey and a few men who were unfortunate enough to be raising children alone, he wasn’t sure he would ever be able to find people he related to. He was cursed to look like he was in his 20′s for the rest of his immortal life, just like every angel, or in his case, fallen angel. Any friend he made that was mortal he would eventually have to watch die as he continued to live, basically condemning Felix to a life of solitude or a life of pain.

Wallowing in this realization of loneliness, Felix was elated to see a familiar face among the crowd of older people. She was the one that he had joked about cooking with back at camp. It was ironic that they had to travel to the other side of the country to actually make that joke a reality. “Yeah, yeah, of course. Sit.” Felix responded, kicking himself for sounding a little bit too enthusiastic. “Alexandra, right?” He asked, wanting to make sure he knew her name if he was going to be seeing her once a week till the end of the class. 

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Cooking Encounter||Alexandra & Felix (Time Jump)

Felix grunted as he started up the stairs of the local community center. It had been a year since camp had ended and his life had been ridiculously hectic. Not as hectic as camp had been, cause he wasn’t trying to fight for his life, but hectic enough to stress him out immensely. He had enrolled in a residency program for a children’s hospital in New York City and been accepted, which led to him leaving Boston and moving to the big city. He worked crazy long hours and when he came home, all he did was sleep. He felt like shit, probably because he still had no idea how to cook and all he ate was food from the cafeteria at the hospital and take out. The kitchen in his apartment hadn’t been used for more than coffee and popcorn since he moved in. 

Even on his day off, Felix was exhausted. Sixteen hour shifts in a hospital full of sick children kept him busy, even well after he was off duty. Seeing as though it was his day off, however, he had decided to enroll in a local cooking class that was held on Thursday nights. He wanted to learn how to cook in order to start eating healthier. He always felt guilty telling parents that they needed to feed their child healthier things when all he put into his body was fat and grease. Entering the air conditioned environment of the community center, Felix quickly located the room where the cooking class was being held. The class covered everything from cooking to baking to making drinks, and he hoped it would help him get his life more stabilized, eventually. Settling into a chair, he glanced around the room as more people slowly started to trickle in and fill the seats. He was about to turn his attention to the woman in the front of the class, when he caught sight of a familiar face entering the room. He turned to look at her, unaware that he was blatantly staring.

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Silly Mistakes (full moon) || Felix&Silas

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silas-holm:

Silas was embarrassed–first for falling in the first place, and second for being so panicky about the whole thing. Of course, he didn’t mean to be. He tried his very best everyday to try and be normal, to try and act like everyone else around him, but there was always something in his way. Whether it was his stutter, the way his hands shook almost always, or the fact that random things could set him off and send him into panic attacks, he would never be normal. That hurt him deeply, and it was something he thought about a lot, but he wasn’t about to talk about it to the boy trying to help him. He didn’t need to make it any more embarrassing for him than it already was. “O– Okay.” Silas took the bag from him and followed his instructions, taking deep breaths into the bag. After a few of them, he actually did start to feel better. Now it was just his initial fear of the full moon lingering over him. “I– Okay. That- That helped. Sorry. I’m sorry a– about this.” 

The green-eyed male pushed his long hair out of his face, wishing he’d had a hair tie or something to put it back and out of his way. He was surprised to see someone he hardly knew wanting to help him out. His entire life, Silas had basically been on his own save for the very few people in his life that had actually tried to help him every once in a while, so when a complete stranger was willing to help him out, he was a bit skeptical. “B– Broken? O-Oh god. I– I don’t even kn-know how I-I get into– into this s-stuff.” He rubbed a hand over his face before frowning. He nodded, however. “I– Y-Yeah. Yeah, I-I understand.” He watched as the other boy looked around for sticks, only to hiss in pain a bit when he actually started tying them to his ankle. He’d never seen this done before outside of a movie, let alone have it done to himself. “Should– Should I-I try and- and stand?”

Felix tried to work as quickly as possible without hurting the boy anymore than was necessary, all the while trying to listen as hard as he could to their surroundings to make sure nothing was sneaking up on them. He knew that the people running the camp were keeping the werewolves in a semi-secluded part of the woods that was supposed to keep the other campers safe, but after all the stuff he had been hearing about since he arrived a the camp, he had little faith in their ability to control the werewolves. He wiped sweat off of his forehead as he tied strip after strip around the boy’s ankle. “Good. It sounded like you were having a panic attack, and usually helps me when I have them so I figured we’d try it.” Felix replied without looking up. However, when he heard the boy apologize, he gave him an amused glance. “Don’t apologize I hardly think you did this on purpose.” He said, gesturing to his ankle. “And if you’re apologizing for freaking, don’t sweat it. It’s what any normal person would’ve done in your situation.”

He grunted an apology when he heard the boy hiss in pain. It was impossible to avoid hurting him completely cause the splint pressed tightly on the swollen flesh. After tying the last strip, Felix checked over his makeshift splint before nodding in satisfaction. It would hold till morning when it would be safe to get him to the nurse. “Now try not to be too worried. I won’t be able to tell if it’s actually broken until we get back to my cabin where there is better lighting and we can test your physical abilities with it. Even if it is, I’m sure there are some supernaturals here that are gifted with healing, You’ll be good as new in no time.” Grabbing his jacket and shrugging it on over his bare skin, he prepared to help Silas up. The rest of his torn shirt lay discarded to the side. As an afterthought, he grabbed the destroyed garment and tucked the edge into his pocket, not wanting any wild werewolf to get his scent off of it. Felix shook his head at he boy’s question. “I’m gonna help you up and you can use me as your crutch. Try to put little to no weight on it. Don’t wanna damage it further.” He informed him, crouching down to sling the boy’s arm over his shoulders, preparing to help him up.

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alexandra-carson:

“Alright then, b-but don’t say I-I didn’t warn you. I guess so… B-But if they giving me one th-thing from each food group, they sh-should have at least cooked it well, not com-competing against the middle school’s l-lunch. Oh, I’m Alexandra.”

“If I get like food poisoning from your cooking or something, you fully have the right to say I told you so and rub it in my face. Okay I won’t argue with you on that one. Nice to meet you Alexandra. I’m Felix. Do you prefer Alexandra, or can I call you Alex?”

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alexandra-carson:

“Are you su-sure about that? I haven’t touched a st-stove since….never. Better? This food doesn’t deserve t-to be called a fo-food. I think it’s m-making me worse.”

“Positive. Course it doesn’t deserve to be called food but at least it kinda gets close to having one thing from each food group, so therefore it is better for you than the dinner rolls and bags of chips I’m living off of. You know, if I’m going to depend on you for my food after you’re better, I should probably know your name.”

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alexandra-carson:

“But what if my c-cooking skills are terrible? Wouldn’t want to depend on me n-now, would ya? You could have my fo-food from the nurse in-instead.”

“Your cooking skills couldn’t produce anything worse than the food they already serve here so I think I’ll take my chances. No way, I’m not taking the food the nurses give you. You need that food to get better.”

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brightonbishop:

She nodded slightly, thankful that he wasn’t going to be one of those people that made her talk about it because ‘you can’t keep these feelings bottled up’ and ‘it’s okay to admit you’re scared’. “Brighton.” She nodded. “Nice to meet you, Felix.” She tried to think of something else to bring the conversation somewhere else than what happened to her, “… What brings you to the camp?” she asked.

“Brighton? That’s a unique name.” He replied, giving her a small smile. Felix shrugged his shoulders in response to her question. “I came here to meet other supernaturals pretty much. Turns out I like willingly came to a death camp or something.”

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alexandra-carson:

“Don’t. The camp just received a n-nice, decent man and it’ll b-be a shame if he l-left so soon. I guess I’ll take up th-that offer, then. It’ll be nice to k-keep a stranger alive, and t-to learn how to cook for once.”

“I’m flattered. Oh you probably shouldn’t have said that. I’m going to depend on you to keep me alive by feeding me now.”

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brightonbishop:

She was silent for a bit longer, realizing this was the first time she had talked about it since she came back to camp and she had since tried to push it all out of her mind. She forced a smile, “I-It’s fine. Really. I mean… It was scary when it happened but… what’s done is done, I guess.” She said quietly. “Gotta move on.”

He could tell by her silence that she wasn’t comfortable talking about what happened to her, so he tried to think of something to change the subject. “Well you’re brave and sensible for having that mindset. I’m Felix, by the way.” He said, hoping that introducing themselves would steer the conversation in a different direction.

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oliviawinston:

I was out at the lake– I didn’t realize how late it had gotten until I realized nobody else was around so I booked it to the first place I could find. That probably sounds idiotic, huh?

Nah, sounds like something I would do actually. I’m Felix.

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Silly Mistakes (full moon) || Felix&Silas

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silas-holm:

Silas was panicking at full–he couldn’t get up to walk away, and he wasn’t sure if he could even crawl to his cabin without causing too much of a disturbance. He wanted to be safe, he wanted to be back in his cabin. But above all, he was just wishing he hadn’t even left the mess hall. He could’ve been perfectly safe just staying in the kitchen with the door locked and have cookies to himself for the entire night. But he still attempted making it back to his cabin, and in vain at that. Now he was laying on the ground with needle-like pain shooting up his leg from his ankle and swelling, he was sure of it. He wanted to try and walk again, but he knew that would only make it worse. Could he possibly use his ability to transport himself back to the cabin, or did he have enough mobility to even attempt? Earthbending required a lot of movement, and he wasn’t totally sure he could do it–and he was afraid to try.

When he heard the sound of footsteps coming near him, his heartbeat only got quicker. He closed his eyes like he was waiting for certain death, only to hear a soft voice asking if he was okay. The voice sounded familiar, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he recognized why. He swallowed hard, trying to get rid of the large lump that had formed in his throat. “I– I–” He cleared his throat, trying to calm himself down, but it was no use. He was shaking like mad and the look of terror on his face was very, very evident. “I– I tripped– I-I– I think–” He sighed, “I-I’m sorry.” He ran his hands over his face, taking a deep breath before he spoke again–or tried to, anyway. “My– My a-ankle. It- it really h-hurts. I- I can’t– I can’t g-get up. It’s– I’m– I-I think it’s s-sprained. And– And it’s the f-full m-moon.” He said, starting to breathe hard again.

Felix nodded, encouraging SIlas to go on when he began talking. From talking to him previously, Felix knew that Silas had a preexisting stutter, but it was clear the boy was panicking from the way he could barely talk. Crouching down next to him, Felix listened intently, moving down to get a look at his ankle when he mentioned that it hurt. By the look of the swelling, the boy either had a bad sprain or he had broken it. Felix wouldn’t be able to tell which until they were somewhere safe and well lit. “Okay, listen.” Felix said, standing up and looking down at the boy. Taking one of the bags of chips out of his pocket, he quickly opened the bag and dumped out the contents, hoping the smell of potato chips wouldn’t attract any unwanted visitors. “Take this bag and put it over your mouth. Take deep breaths in and out. Our first priority is calming you down.”

Crouching down to squint at the injury one last time, Felix cast a glance around, trying to locate two strong sticks in the fast fading light. Having no luck in finding them visually, he stood up and scuffed his feet along the ground praying that he would be able to find one. Feeling his foot hit something, he bent down to feel a thick, short stick. It took him a few minutes to find another but once he did, he was immediately back by Felix’s side. “Okay, you’re ankle is either badly sprained or broken, so I’m going to splint it to make sure it doesn’t move anymore. This is gonna be a crude splint, so it might hurt, but we need to get you somewhere safe. You with me?” He said quickly, shrugging his jacket off along with his t-shirt so he could start tearing strips from the thin fabric to tie the sticks to Silas’ ankle. 

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oliviawinston:

I–Do you mind if I stay here for a bit?

Uh yeah, totally. How come you’re away from your cabin?

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alexandra-carson:

“Oh, alright. Then more good l-luck for you. If I could I would he-help, but even I don’t know how t-to cook… or stand for a certain period of t-time. It’s alright, you didn’t know about i-it.”

“I’ll just starve to death, that sounds way easier. Well when you’re able to stand, we should learn how to cook together because I feel that is a useful skill to have.”

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Silly Mistakes (full moon) || Felix&Silas

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silas-holm:

Silas had quite the hard time getting his mind off of everything that had happened when he was taken. Even if he didn’t remember much–or anything, for that matter–it was just haunting to know that he didn’t know what they’d injected into him or what they’d even done to him in the first place. The only thing he remembered was a large dark figure standing above him with a terrifying vibe emitting from him, pain, and then waking up, half naked in a field covered in cuts and bruises and needle marks and everything in between. Silas was already a mess from his childhood. He’d witnessed so many bad things from his parents and was bullied so badly by the foster kids he lived with that the poor guy didn’t have a chance in hell, and then this happened. He was shakier than ever, always on edge, and his stutter seemed to be getting worse.

To attempt to get his mind off of things, the brunette decided on hiding himself in the mess hall for a couple of hours. He baked cookies, he sat on the counter and read–and for some reason, it was incredibly peaceful and actually had him nearly relaxed completely. He was so zoned out into the book he was reading, he didn’t realize just how long he’d been in the mess hall. He looked down at his watch only to have his eyes widen and his heart start racing. Tonight was the full moon, and it the sun was just about set by now. He swallowed the lump in his throat and quickly closed his book before jumping off of the counter and onto the floor. He gathered everything he’d left on the counter, including his beanie and the key to his cabin, and then hurried out the door of the mess hall.

His pace was fast, but he saw no need to run. He didn’t want to draw any attention to himself just in case there were wolves already out on the prowl before the moon even rose. That was a ridiculous thought, but it was something that he thought of. He quickly made his way towards his cabin, but he stopped in his tracks when he heard a rustling in the bushes, his heart pounding against his chest. He swallowed hard before he began running, faster and faster, his cabin in view, only to trip and stumble over an out-sticking root. He cried out in pain, letting out a groan as he laid on the ground, unable to stand from the pain in his ankle. He must have twisted it, he thought. He tried standing one more time, only to fall over once again in pain. His eyes began to sting as he looked around. The sun was gone, and he knew the moon would be overhead in a matter of minutes. Of course, he began to panic. His palms were sweaty, his eye were wet, and his heart was beating. There was no way he’d be able to get out of tonight unharmed. He couldn’t even yell for help, for he was too afraid of attracting a predator of the night.

When Felix had arrived at Camp Harmony, he had expected to find a fun, relaxing place filled with supernaturals he could connect with. What he actually found was something out a nightmare. He’d heard rumors about people being kidnapped or injured, and just recently, killed. It scared the shit out of him, in all honesty. Sure, he’d seen some shit, but he was never the one that was in danger. All he had wanted was a few friends that understood what it meant to be supernatural. Ever since he’d been kicked out of Heaven two years earlier, he hadn’t really been able to make any worthwhile friends. The few people he’d managed to talk to since being at camp seemed cool, but everyone was too preoccupied with surviving to focus on making lasting friendships, Felix included. 

He was aware that the full moon was that night, and even more aware of the danger that came with it. However, his hunger was a more pressing issue to him at the moment. Having not eaten all day, Felix paced back in forth in his cabin trying to decide if making a run to the mess hall was worth it. Though the food was horrible, he hadn’t been able to locate any other source of food, so the cardboard substitute was the only option he had. Reasoning that he could be back before sunset, Felix tugged on his sneakers and jacket and headed out the door. The sun was straddling the horizon, warding of the impending danger. Lengthening his stride, Felix headed toward the mess hall to fill his pockets with food.

Felix made it to the mess hall and burdened himself down with dinner rolls and packs of chips, but when he stepped back outside, he found that he had sorely misjudged his timing. Darkness was falling quickly and he already knew it would be fully dark before he was able to reach his cabin. With a quickening pulse, Felix began to fast walk back to his cabin, but immediately stopped in his tracks when he heard a cry of pain from up ahead. Straining his eyes in the dark, he could vaguely make out a shape on the ground. He advanced slowly, not wanting to be caught in a situation that he wouldn’t be able to get himself out of. However, as he drew closer, he recognized the face of the boy with the stutter he had talked to a few days previously. “Hey,” Felix called softly as he walked closer, “You alright?” He knew something had to be wrong because no one in their right mind would be sitting on the ground as a full moon ascended overhead.

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brightonbishop:

“Yeah, that’s uh- that’s not gonna happen either. Well um… I’m a mermaid and uh… I don’t exactly remember everything but… basically I had a section of my scales forcibly ripped out of my skin, to say the least… I was told to just keep from swimming until my wound heals because apparently if my legs switch to the tail it could screw with the stitches…” she fell silent for more than just a few seconds before returning back to her usual attitude, “But yeah so I guess I’ll just have to figure out something else to do.”

Felix had been hearing about people getting injured since he had arrived at the camp, but he continued to be surprised and a little horrified when he met the people that had actually been injured. He came here thinking it was a safe place to meet other supernaturals, but it was far from his expectations. “Geez, I’m so sorry that happened. If you need anything, just let me know.” He said, feeling bad for the girl.

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alexandra-carson:

“Yeah. Good luck if you’re co-cooking instead of searching. I-I’m sure the others wont mind t-telling you where the foods ar-are, but that’s your choice. Bless you for sharing. Er, yeah, nurses. One of my le-leg is fucked up at the moment. I-I should be able to leave soon and b-be at my cabin again.”

“Thanks, I’ll need it. Knowing my cooking skills, I’ll probably set the kitchen on fire. Let’s hope. Of course. Oh damn, that doesn’t sound good, sorry about that.”

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ummzachary:

Or you could do that. 

I was kidding. I can’t hunt any more than I can cook.