Felled Psychic

Diamond in the Rough || A x C

#Perfect #this can be his last reply #if you wanna end it or reply once more it's up to you bby #Cami // In the lands of gods and monsters;; she was an angel #VNFallen #VNEvent #Diamon in the Rough

courageouscami:

She returned with two Irish coffees - hers had more liquor than he’d ever know and than she’d ever admit to. She knew that Alice was dancing a little too close to the rabbit hole tonight, but she was hoping Alaric’s presence would at least shame her into staying on the right side of sober as she finished packing.

To his credit, the normally dry and droll detective let the next hour or so pass in somber, unobtrusive silence. And the normally chatty bartender was grateful for it. She finished boxing up the essentials while he piled them by the door, stopping only for sips of his coffee. Cami chased her own, feeling her head growing progressively numb as the minutes wore on. When he’d done more than he owed her, more than she’d ever be able to repay, Cami spoke up. “Alaric? Hey… Don’t.” She reached for his arm, in order to stay his hand as he went to grab another box. “I got it from here, you’ve-… You should get home, you’ve done enough.” Maybe he was trying to postpone the last ‘ G o o d b y e ’ - Or maybe she was just projecting.

The time ticked by a hell of a lot faster than he anticipated... but that’s what happened when you were so up in your head about the only person you’ve cared for in years was about to leave. Alaric had no clue if or when she’d be back...and if this was the last time he’d ever see her then helping her pack wasn’t good enough. He wished he could do more, ease her mind, protect her from the horrors of this world...but it just wasn’t possible.

Not anymore. With a sigh, he moved to another box, only to have her delicate fingers stop him short. He turned to face her, throat already thick with emotion as Cami told him to stop, to let it go, that he’d done enough. It was such a lie, total bullshit, but the best thing he could do was let her go, even if the act alone might kill him. Sadness washed over him as he brought his hands to either side of her small face, letting his thumbs smooth the hair back from her face. Eyes caught on her lips and for a split second, he wished more than anything that he knew how they felt against his own...but not wasn’t the right time, not whilst she was like this. Instead, he bent low and pressed lips against her forehead, his sweetest goodbye....”I’ll never be too far, Blondie.” He said, before turning heel and walking away, not daring to look back at her again...

Diamond in the Rough || A x C

#it's gorgeous!#Cami // In the lands of gods and monsters;; she was an angel #VNFallen #VNEvent #Diamond in the Rough

courageouscami:

She dragged the flat of her hand across her cheek for what felt like the twentieth time that evening, trying hopelessly to dry her tears. Unlocking her apartment door with one hand, Cami let the detective push it open for her as she walked inside with heavy steps, taking in the sight around her. Boxes were piled everywhere, many of her papers and textbooks were still strewn across the floor. She picked up one of the box covers listlessly, when Alaric piped up.

“Yeah, actually.” She replied readily, taking him up on the offer because she still couldn’t face the sight of her l i f e packed haphazardly in boxes marked ‘delicate’, as though it was just another breakable object. “Would you mind? It’s pretty self-explanatory with the labeling; but if you can pack some of those textbooks into that big box you see over there, I’d-… Really appreciate it.” Cami’s voice wavered, and she took that as her cue to stride out of the living room before Alaric could catch the fresh tears in her eyes, before he could make it any more painful or excruciatingly embarrassing for both of them. “I’ll-… I’ll be back with those coffees.”

Alaric remained motionless as Cami collected her thoughts, or tried too as it were. The act clearly didn’t work because she excused herself moments later and slipped into a different room. His heart ached for the blonde but his decision was now steadfast. There wasn’t going to be any mention of Sean, if she wanted to leave he was going to help her. To keep her safe, and the hell out of New Orleans. With the release of a heavy breath, he headed over to the first pile of boxes and began packing...only to get distracted by one marked SEAN.

He shouldn’t have opened it but, well, he was a detective after all and curiosity was his biggest sin. Upon digging through, he found something he’d never expected to see here, in Cami’s house, in his box...The Cursed Shackles. Glancing up he made sure she was no where in sight, before slipping them into his pocket and quickly sealing the box up once more. He doubted Cami had any idea what they were, or that they were in there...or that she’d miss them...by the time she came back with the coffee, he had well and truly moved on...

Diamond in the Rough || A x C

#Diamond in the Rough #Cami // In the lands of gods and monsters;; she was an angel #VNFallen #VNEvent #If he helps to pack while she makes coffee...and it just so happens to be over where the cuffs are....cough cough

courageouscami:

She felt weak.

And silly, and sad, and inconsequential. What had she achieved in this city? For all her fighting and her determination, and her refusal to let Sean’s death go unquestioned… All she’d done was lose her own mind in the process. And she could hear the slightest hint of ambivalence in Alaric’s voice even as he comforted her. Maybe she was projecting, but really, the odds were greater that a man of sound mind could very well see why she was questioning her own. He had every reason to, even if he didn’t like it any more than she did.

But it was all done and dusted.

In a few hours’ time, she’d be gone. Cami let out a steady sigh, frame rising slowly and settling back down against the crook of his arm Her eyes were closed, but her lips tilted up in a dismal smile in response to his words. “I would, wouldn’t I… Psychoanalyze the shrink.” What Alaric didn’t know was that there was a time when she’d needed therapy, a few months after Sean’s death. Back when the bottle had been her best friend, and her life had spiraled out of control. She thought she’d beat her demons then. Somehow, they’d caught up with her.

“It’s getting cold. And-… And I should finish packing. Come up for a coffee? One last drink on the house?” Cami offered at last, blinking up at the detective before pulling away gently. He’d already seen the disarray of her apartment earlier, there was no point hiding the mess now.

Alaric rose to his full height beside the petite blonde, following her lead back up the stairs. He fought the urge to rub the ache out of his chest with every step. It had formed in the garden and the more time passed, the greater it got. He really had to learn to stop letting women into his life. They either left, or turned up dead. He was just grateful that in this case, it was the former.

As he pushed the door open to Cami’s apartment, waiting for her to step past him, he decided that it was probably for the best she left. Things in New Orleans hadn’t been stable for a while and a human caught right in the middle of an all out turf war in a mostly supernatural town wasn’t exactly the safest place... “Need a hand packing?”

Diamond in the Rough || A x C

#Diamond in the Rough #Cami // In the lands of gods and monsters;; she was an angel #VNFallen #VNEvent

courageouscami:

Although she valued his company, a part of Cami had to wonder how far she’d fallen. Here she was, the night before her departure, crying her eyes out to a bar-regular who’d once looked at her with… Well, something a little sexier than p i t y . Since then, she’d harassed him at crime-scenes, invaded his private work space for answers regarding a dead twin, and admitted that she was probably losing her mind in the goddamn garden of her apartment.

She’d put Alaric through a lot.

And, as she felt his thumb brush away her tears, Cami found herself leaning towards him, just far enough until she could rest her head against his shoulder. Once, not so long ago, she would have been much too proud for this. But beggars couldn’t be choosers and she was so, so tired. “What kind of help? T h e r a p y ?… I can get that anywhere. Might as well be a town where I don’t know anyone, where I don’t risk hurting the people that I love.” She told him quietly, trying to find peace in those words. The world around them was so serene, so still tonight… For some reason, it made her feel lonelier.

Cami’s fragile frame leant against his own and for a minute second, he allowed himself to indulge. Indulge in the idea that they were more than they appeared, that he could look past his history and let himself care deeply for another person. His arm wrapped around her, hoping that the warmth of his body might provide the kind of comfort words simply couldn’t. The ideal was a little more reality than he’d initially thought - and that scared the hell out of him. Especially now that she was leaving...

“Therapy wouldn’t work on you, Blondie. You’d end up psychoanalyzing the shrink.” He could just picture it, Cami paying for the hour but the doc ending up on the couch instead. “You couldn’t hurt anyone, though...” At first he hadn’t understood the sentiment, but now? What if she was like Sean. Not that he’d ever betray his thoughts in her presence, he hated himself for thinking it at all...but there was still a possibility the whatever was going on between their bloodline wasn’t Supernatural but in fact hereditary.

“If you stay, we can work it out. T o g e t h e r.”

Diamond in the Rough || A x C

#Diamond in the Rough #VNFallen #VNEvent #Cami // In the lands of gods and monsters;; she was an angel

courageouscami:

What: Flashback, before the events of the Finale.

When: Last Night in New Orleans.

With: @felledpsychic

“ — So, you see… Not much of a choice left.” She raised her knees up to her chest and hugged them tight. She and Alaric were in the park behind her apartment. Her home was too overwhelming; her things strewn everywhere, cardboard boxes littering the floor. Alaric had found her mid-breakdown. Klaus had left only an hour earlier, and she was still trying to collect the pieces from that fallout. It wasn’t the sort of terms she wanted to be parting on, and yet already she was having trouble remembering what exactly they’d been fighting about. That’s how Alaric had found her; incoherent, tear-streaked… He’d coaxed her outside for a breath of fresh-air, and here they were. The least she could do was repay him with the truth.

“I have to leave, because nothing makes sense anymore. You know better than anyone what happened to Sean… If there’s even a chance that the same thing’s about to happen to me-“ Cami’s voice broke, she propped her chin onto one knee, didn’t bother brushing away the hot tear that trickled down her cheek. “.. I don’t want to hurt anyone, Ric.”

Alaric?… Thank you.

Her words had been ringing in his mind for days. He had no intention of telling her the truth about her brother but the sincerity at the end struck him like a ton of bricks. How could he keep it from her any longer? Leaving her in that much pain was just cruel. After days of fighting a mental battle, he finally gave in... he had to tell her the truth.

Which was how he found himself in the garden behind her apartment building, perched on the ground beside a huddled Camille. The longer she spoke, the more his heart sank in his chest. He was surprised, to be honest, at how the thought of her leaving town affected him. He’d no longer thought it possible to care for a woman again...and yet here they were. “You couldn’t hurt anyone, Blondie.” His words were cliche but he meant them. She looked so small, he wanted to hold her and never let go...instead he opted for wiping the single tear that slipped from her eyes, gently smoothing a thumb over her cheek. “It’d be easier if you stayed, there’s people here who care for you, who’d help you...” Read, him.

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T H E C U R S E D S H A C K L E S

New Orleans, ca. 19th century, AD.

Wrought iron manacles, rusted with age.

The cursed shackles are a pair of dark objects which have been cursed in order to shackle witches and prevent them from using magic against their captors. The shackles were hidden away in a box of Sean O’Connell’s belongings, which passed to his sister, Cami, after his death.

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Chasing Pavements || CamRic

#chasing pavements #Cami // In the lands of gods and monsters;; she was an angel

courageouscami:

She didn’t know where to point the finger, who the bad guy was in all this. Was it Alaric; hiding a piece of her brother’s story behind a sketchy organization? Was it Stiles or the NOPD; ruling a case as ‘closed’ when there were clearly more to it? Or was the bad-guy simply her brother S e a n ; a victim of the insanity that seemed so hot on her own trail?…

“You mean that, Alaric?” Her voice had gone soft, hesitant. This entire drama surrounding her brother’s death, the suspicious leads, the unanswered questions, the fact that it had gone on for this long… It was exhausting. The vulnerability reflected in her eyes, against her will. “You really swear that if I walk out right now, think about it, and come back in a few days’ time still looking for answers about the investigation - you’ll tell me?… The whole truth?”

In an instant, her entire demeanour had changed. Gone was the frantic panic and wide eyes, replaced with a soft, hesitant calm that almost scared him... Shit, what had he done? He couldn’t tell her, there was no way he was going to bring her into this world. She was safe on the other side, wrapped in a bubble of ignorance...

“Yeah, I swear.” His tone was grave, though not because the words uttered were any form of a vow...grave because he feared what would result when they met again. “The whole truth...” He wouldn’t tell her. He couldn’t...

Chasing Pavements || CamRic

#Cami // In the lands of gods and monsters;; she was an angel #Chasing Pavements

courageouscami:

Alaric’s gaze never wavered, there was no sign of surprise or impatience in his features when she started her onslaught of questions. Either he anticipated them - or his poker face was ten times better than hers. Cami had to grudgingly give him credit where credit was due, but that didn’t mean she had any intention of softening her own angle.

‘You know what my answer’s gonna be, Blondie.’

“But why?!” She exploded across the table, the last of her facade slipping a way as she pressed her palms down against the old, oak desk. “Fine, you don’t have to spill about the organization, or whatever shady set-up this really is. I’m guessing there’s some bogus ‘official’ answer and I appreciate that you don’t sell me short enough to give it to me. But what about Sean? Don’t I have the right to know, as his sister? As his twin?” The blonde argued passionately, searching Alaric’s eyes for any signs of - well, anything at this point. “Just answer one question then, Ric.” Cami paused, aiming for calm because she knew it was more convincing than an aggressive appeal. “Why is his case even being dealt with by this organization when the NOPD already ruled it as a murder-suicide almost three years ago? They closed the case, why is it still open in a separate agency?”

Her explosive reaction was not one he’d anticipated. It was the first time he’d seen anything other than smiles and charm. Alaric didn’t blame her, he knew all too well where the pain was stemming from, why the desperate need for answers was ruling her world right now. If only Stiles had kept his god damn trap shut about this, they wouldn’t be here right now in this moment.

Still, he maintained his facade, knowing that fire with fire was not the way to go. When she calmed down again, he waited yet another heartbeat. Just in case. “Look, I know he’s your brother, I know what this means to you.” Alaric pulled himself up from the chair, abandoning the barely touched coffee to retrace his steps back around the desk so he was one again standing eye to eye with a woman he cared a little too much about. “You need to ask yourself if this is something you’re ready for. I mean, really ask yourself. An answer you give me right now won’t be one I’ll accept. Not all paths should be taken just because the opening seems clear.” It was a cryptic answer, one that had potential to cause Cami to blow up again, but it was the best he could give her. There was no coming out of this rabbit hole once she falls in...

Chasing Pavements || CamRic

#holy shit look at her!#What a fucking babe #Cami // In the lands of gods and monsters;; she was an angel #Chasing Pavements

courageouscami:

“You’re making the fundamental mistake of assuming you’re like everyone else, Blondie.”

The corners of her mouth tipped up just a fraction, although she wasn’t as credulous as Alaric seemed to think. After-all, it was exactly that kind of response that she was counting on when breaking in, in the first place. That his forgiveness would be more easily granted thanks to that nameless something that seemed to reside fairly mutually between them. And it seemed - at least for now - that she was right. Alaric didn’t seem angry. A little rankled, maybe, but she could charm her way out of that.

… Right??

Only it wasn’t her doing the charming when Alaric chose that very minute to test her sincerity. Cami recognized it as soon as he pushed off the door and strode towards her purposefully. She tried to keep her poker face up and her body motionless even as the detective leaned in with a whisper. Abort, abort... A voice in her head sing-songed, faint alarm bells going off at the back of her mind. Abort mission. “Cut me some slack - it’s a big ego to work with.” The blonde replied, noting that she was trapped against his desk, knowing he was calling her bluff. Thankfully, Alaric didn’t press it, relieving her instead of an espresso and moving to sit into his desk chair. A sigh she didn’t realize she’d been holding filtered inaudibly past Camille’s lips.

“Why is there virtually no information on this Agency online? Why do you guys even have files on my brother’s death when the NOPD cleared the case and ruled it as a murder-suicide?” So she hadn’t managed to find the file, but Stiles’ slip on their first meeting had given a way the fact that it existed. “This isn’t just your run-of-the-mill Investigations Unit, is it?” The psychotherapist asked, turning to face his desk. She’d done enough beating around the bush for a day. Any more and she’d be pushing her luck - even with Alaric. @sarcasticsxtiles

His hunch had been accurate. She wasn’t here for him. Whatever this visit was about, the root of it stemmed from Cami’s need to get answers. Answers he still couldn’t provide her. His gaze was steady on her as she recomposed herself, turning to face him now that he was seated. There was no hesitation in the slew of questions thrown his way and Alaric didn’t flinch, knowing they were coming. He had to give the girl props for lasting this long, for bothering with the facade at all...

When she finally ran out of breath and the speaking ceased, he delayed responding. Taking a slow drag from the cup as he watched her. “You know what my answer’s gonna’ be, Blondie.” His answer was, he had no answer. Just like the day she crashed his crime scene. He could neither confirm nor deny anything she’d just asked, or alluded to. Part of him wanted to tell her, to come clean with everything...start to finish. But he knew he couldn’t, he wasn’t ready and honestly? He wasn’t sure she was, either.

“Though...when has anything about me been run of the mill?” He winked playfully as he tossed the barb her way, hoping she’d let it go. Praying she’d walk away before this situation got any dicier than it currently was... “Like I said before, the minute I’ve got answers about your brother, you’ll be the first to know...”

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A Psychic Rendezvous // R&L

#lydia // only seventeen but she walks the streets so mean #A Psychic Rendezvous

mcrtinlydia:

Lydia eyed the investigator shrewdly. He wasn’t here about her mother’s bank account. She stared him down for a minute while she tried to figure out how to talk her way out of this. Misdirection. That was the key here. “I took the SAT for someone else,” she finally snapped. Normal teenage genius problems. “I could lose all of my scholarships if anyone finds out.” Like that mattered, with the piles of cash sitting in her trust fund. She tried to come across like the thought worried her.

“So what, are you here to bankrupt my future or….?” She asked, holding her hands out for the cuffs she no longer suspected were coming. Why was he here?

Alaric’s eyes narrowed as he watched her fumble. It was a slight hesitation, one most wouldn’t notice. Perhaps he did because he was a Detective...or perhaps it was because he already knew she was lying. Alaric had already seen the folder, had known what clandestine investigation she’d been running with Stiles. “

“Lydia, I already know about your little investigation. Stiles left the folder on his desk.” He couldn’t be bothered beating around the bush they were currently hidden behind. That wasn’t even what had brought him here...

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Pooling Resources | Ric&John

jchnalden:

No coven meant no good news. No coven meant a witch with incredible power, and incredible greed too, if she was seeking more. Fuck. But he was already shaking his head. “No, this is good, Zave,” already forgetting the PI’s new moniker. “This is something. More than what the cops have, and more than what I had. I can put feelers out for the magical scene in the city, see if I can find any loners. Most witch natives are pretty eager to sell out interlopers to avoid a witch hunt.” He’d say pardon the pun, but it wasn’t a pun.

Alaric’s thumb and forefinger stroked his chin mindlessly, thinking about all the ways the shit could hit the fan with this case. Though he was mostly the lone wolf with J&J and the Arcane’s resources, it was good to have backup in the form of John Alden. Another lone wolf like he, a man he trusted. Perhaps it was time to bring in the cavalry, considering he’d been working this for months to no avail. “If you want to be brought in on this, say the word.” He knew John would be working it anyway but there was a difference when he too had the same resources as Alaric.

#pooling resources #John

#FUCK YES!#Jennifer // We wrote a story in the fog on the windows that night

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…We are a hot mess, literally.

#Jennifer // We wrote a story in the fog on the windows that night #This one hit me right in the feels

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After they’d made love, Jennifer lay awake a little while longer to watch Alaric sleep and just… imagined. Imagined she was a person who felt what everyone else seemed to instinctively understand; to know love, family, friends, to want that mundane future. She’d imagine waking up next to this man everyday for the rest of her life, giving him children, growing old, arguing over who’s turn it was to clean the bathroom…

She pretends she’s sad that it will never happen for her.

Then goes back to imagining all the power he could her should be sacrificed. It was easier to imagine what she knew she could understand.

#Jennifer // We wrote a story in the fog on the windows that night #This is amazing!! You are amazing!!

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The Noir Detective & The Femme Fatale

Aflush With Life|| Jennifer & Alaric