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xmichacls‌:

       Much to the intended theme, Elena looked like a snow princess as she walked through the crowds. Seeing, feeling, while the ball was entertaining for some, there was still that tension in the air. “A party isn’t going to erase the fact that people are dying. “ She muttered when she over heard someone saying that it was a good distraction. 

“You’re not wrong --- but the free booze ought to let people forget about their grief for a time.“ Fletcher countered, it was somewhat uncharacteristically logical for the male. Then again, he could care less whether the party served as a distraction or not. Free alcohol was always a win and that he wouldn’t forget. “Don’t tell me you’re one of the resident party poopers here to drag everyone’s mood back to reality.

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Attending the Snowflake Ball:

                                             Fletcher Swan

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prettyneplm‌:

“It’s a regular rave, rest assured.” Imogen chuckled. “Now conventions, thats where the coded stuff happens.” Imogen winked. She glanced at the rune symbol. “My only confusion is what this tattoo is?”  

“New conventions huh, consider it noted.“ He remarked, somewhat amused by the thought of such an event. Cocking a brow the male paused in silent contemplation, she couldn’t possible be unaware of just what she was looking at, could she? The girl was clearly far more naive that originally thought. “You didn’t think to ask what it meant?” He questioned, curious.

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elaine-tate‌:

Elaine made a face at the couple that were all over each other just outside the bar window. Watching for a few seconds, she picked up her beer bottle and took a swig of the liquid, “Ugh - I swear they’re gonna start screwing in front of us and it’s way too cold to be getting naked out in the open… I think I need something stronger than this.”

“Self control is apparently irrelevant these days, along with public decency.“ He remarked, half joking as he eyed the rather over the top couple. It was a mess of a sigh to say the least. “Why the hell you thought a simple, flavored water  of all things was a good idea after five o’clock I don’t know. There’s not other option than going straight for the hard stuff.”

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cxwinnick‌:

“Oh, so you want to see my claws now?” Hues narrowed at the mere thought of it, Soft. Like she’d ever. Of course, even on the best of days everything she said held bite, but if claws was what he wanted, he’d deeply regret it, all things considered the physical sense of their existence only surfaced at the peak of her hunger, and never for a good reason. “You’re always complaining about something, don’t lie.” The blonde scoffed and looked down at him pointedly, “Oh you so have a type, it’s a little pathetic really.. – no wonder you’re always desperately feigning for attention.” The sharp arch of her brow prominent as a smirk flit across her features briefly. “Oh I’m definitely picking sides just to fuck with you, call it a favorite pastime, you make it fucking easy.” The chain link fence easy enough to climb, Cassie only paused at the top for a moment before she pushed off to land on her feet, “Foreboding isn’t what I was hinting at, but if you keep up with this big one you’re only going to disappoint,” the tone of her voice almost melodic dropped rather quickly as he spoke, the look of incredulity that blossomed hardly missed, “Oh, no. I would fucking not, I’m not all that interested in anyone who’s still trying to work out the basics, nice try though.” Cassie didn’t bother hiding the fact that her eyes without a doubt raked over his form as he threw clothes aside, the siren moving closer to hook her finger into the hem of his underwear before she let it snap back against his skin, “Like hell I’d ever be a sore loser, Swan.” Words spoken quietly as she gave him a quick shove past the waters edge.

“Now you’re just putting words into my mouth.“ Fletcher remarked, tone void of emotion despite the somewhat victorious smile that tugged at his lips. “Soft is an interesting look for you though, I’ll admit.” He added, pressing at those boundaries just a little more. The phoenix wasn’t sure soft was even apart of the blondes vocabulary, nevertheless he knew it was one of few things she wouldn’t appreciated being linked too. “Oh bullshit, if you call giving constructive feedback about situations then you need to get your head checked.” He remarked, refusing to see the truth of her statement. The male was definitely more of a pessimist now than he had ever been, the once optimistic gentlemen was but a dark reflection of a life once lost. Though at her next comment he cocked a curious brow, pressing her to finish her remark. “And just what exactly is my type?” He added, head tilted as he studied her. She wouldn’t be so confident if only she knew. “Well fuck you too.” He countered with a roll of his eyes, though the smile on his lips remained in place. Fucking with each other was apparently a hobby they shared. As he watched her descend from the fence he couldn’t help but utter a chuckle as she spoke. “We both know I wouldn’t disappoint, Cassie.” He remarked, voice dropping to her ear as hs hands found her hips as she reached fro the floor beneath. The spitfires wandering gaze didn’t go amiss as he undressed which only served to feed his ever growing confidence in her presence. Only he was ready this time as she shifted to shove him toward the depths, in one swift movement his hand had locked onto her arm dragging the blonde down into the depths with him. 

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prettyneplm‌:

Imogen tapped her single gloved hand against the table. “I went to a rave a few days ago and I got this weird tattoo on my wrist.” She  looked up. “But hey maybe I can start a new fashion trend.”

“Must have been an interesting rave, unless that’s code for something else.“ He remarked, gaze shifting to meet hers as he waggled his brows suggestively. Sure he was joking, the familiar marking on her skin having triggered his curiosity. 

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ohmy-amelia‌:

There was some familiarity in some parts of High Water. The streets, the structure of some buildings and a very distinct bar that still had a jukebox as one of its primary features. She had seen these places in memories that didn’t belong to her but to a man named Fletcher. Who was he? Well, they had never actually met before. Instead, Amelia had reached him through his dreams, helped restore his memories and had made a friend in the process.

Of course, her curiosity got the better of her so Amelia found the bar, wanting to see the bright lights with her own eyes. “Can I just have a glass of red wine, please?” She asked the bartender, still in awe of the fact that she was actually here.

It was but another ordinary evening for the Phoenix; having ended another long day at the mechanics, the male had found himself once again beer in hand, bar-side at his local. It was quiet, eerily almost what with most turning in early for the evening. The town had yet to get over the fact they had lost 66 of their youngest and brightest over the past weeks, a tragedy some would think. And yet for a small number it was a victory. The first seal on the road to redemption. Exhaling a heavy sigh the male downed the last of the cold beverage before motioning to the bartender for another. And that’s when he heard it, a voice that had stalked his dreams, offered solace in times of despair and clarity throughout a number of rebirths. Hell the raven haired woman had always intrigued him, and he had put her down to a mere pigment of his imagination. Only there she was, live and in person as she approached the bar. “Well fuck me.” He murmured, expression dumbfounded as he gave her a once over. She was real after all.

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ofcuredmonster‌:

«I CAN’T BLAME YOU.» There were other ways to numb the pain, of course, but they were much more dangerous than alcohol. Jace tried to be strong enough to survive without them — although he did not always succeed. As a matter of fact, it had been rather difficult to encounter him in a sober state, for a century or two. «I do not love it, Fletchy.» The angel scoffed ; but hey, he did not mind it all that much either. «I am afraid you are right about that… and it is only going to get worse.»

He was certain the male had his own muse for alternatives, then again it went without saying he preferred to be left in the dark about just what that entailed. Fletcher on the other hand would continue to lean on the shoulder that was generally a bottle of Jack Daniels. “You know it’s okay to admit defeat every once in a while, you won’t loose any pride points for it.” He returned, the nickname was there to stay, that was a given. “Oh I’m counting on it ---- so tell me, you heard any whispers through the grapevine worth sharing?” 

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cxwinnick‌:

“Losing my touch? You’re the one out here trying to try your hand at cult recruitment and failing.. Losing my touch.” She scoffed roughly, the sound shifting just enough to make way for a bright laugh that haphazardly covered up her slight glimmer of offense. His next words brought on a brutal roll of her eyes, Cassie convinced that had she even thought to do it more forcefully, she might have passed out entirely. “Why doesn’t that surprise me in the least? You’ve got a type, you know.” Her judgement not nearly concealed well enough for it not to leak through every word she spoke, the siren without question turning back to look for the girl he spoke about. “So you say, I happen to think they’re onto something.” She drifted all too often between the brutal truth and the more entertaining lie, whichever suited her best if anything. As she reached the top of the fence, she stopped, “The big one, really?” both hands curled around the metal, disbelief flooding her face. “Oh like hell, you think I’d trust you to catch me? Get out of the way.” 

Fletcher couldn’t stop the laugh from surpassing his lips as the other spoke, finally he had hit the nerve he had been aiming for. “Seriously though Cass, I think you really ought to consider it, you’ve gone soft, your claws seem to have been retracted for a while. I mean not that I’m complaining but I never thought I’d see the day.” He added, shit eating grin remaining in place as he acknowledged her. “Oh fuck right off, I do not have a type.” He replied, somewhat defensively, the truth was never as straight forward as it looked with the red head. Shaking off her judgement he couldn’t help but roll his eyes in the same manner she had moments prior. “I think you’re just picking sides to fuck with me, but it’s not going to work.” He added, tapping her cheek lightly. Once again a laugh escaped him as she shook his head while watching her climb. “You’re right, it is a little foreboding isn’t it, I’ll need to think on a better alternative.” He joked, once again talking shit as per usual. It was one of his specialties after all. “I think you’d trust me to do other things to you, so yes, I fucking do.” He remarked, as he hauled his t-shirt off over his head and discarded his jeans, before looking over the pool once more. “Try not to be a sore looser, Cass.”

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caidxnblck‌:

“I’m very rarely, if ever, wrong.” Something about being older than almost literally everything and having seen most things for what they were, in addition to his own abilities made it near unlikely for him to be wrong. “Why would I need to pay for something like that?” His brows knit together sharply, putting down the vodka, “You know, I could probably get into the pants of anyone you had your eye on quicker than you could figure out how to do it — virgin or not.” It bothered him, of course it did; all he wanted was to live in fucking peace, but the first of the seals being broken was more than enough to worry about. One step closer. “You’re lucky you weren’t one of those sixty six, Swan.” 

“I don’t believe that for a second.” Fletcher taunted, stifling a laugh at the others words, although in truth he knew the other was likely right. “I don’t know man, but we rarely if ever see you mingling with the common folk which would only indicate you like your women or men of the night. Kinky bastard.” He teased, grin ever present as he spoke. “Impossible, after all they did say virgin and they’re a number of centuries too late to save my god forsaken soul. Cute try though, Squidster.“

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brittmorrison‌:

“You wouldn’t be the first person who has told me that,” Britt replied with a hearty chuckle. “I agree, but sometimes, you just gotta shove down everything about yourself when you have a little you to take care of. But, trust me. I would be the first on that crazy train because this town is sucking the soul out of me at the moment.”

“Oh I’d count on that.“ He remarked somewhat amused by the others ramblings. “Right, I forget you’ve got the whole dad thing going on --- must be hard, I guess.” He remarked, somewhat unsure of just what was the right word for the situation. Fletcher had never even considered the option of having kids, sure many centuries ago it had been a desire but now, given everything he had seen and experienced over the years it seemed almost cruel. “Well then you best ought to get that soul back, would be an awful shame for it to fall into the wrong hands.” 

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psychic-evans‌:

”Not even if I iron on a giant E to my shirt and get myself a pink cape?” Emily asked with a teasing tone. “No I’m not a superhero. I know I can’t stop certain things from happening but I have to at least try. I was given these gifts for a reason.”

“Not even then“ He replied, shoulders rising and falling in a shrug of indifference before his gaze shifted to meet hers once more. “Perhaps --- but it’ll be your downfall when you get caught in the crossfire, little red.”

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blcndewitchy‌:

Her blood boiled at his use of that particular nickname. She detested it but even the name Barbie was better then what her mother had named her so she couldn’t really get too upset, especially since she was certain Fletcher had drudged up that old nick name just to get a rise out of her. “Alright, you’ve swayed me Baby cheeks,” She teased. “Let’s go for a swim.”

“Baby cheeks?” Fletcher couldn’t help but scoff. “You do realize a nickname is supposed to be a term of endearment, right?“ Offering a curt nod he made quick work of leading the way to through the hole in the fence, careful to dodge all the known areas that had security cameras.

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cxwinnick‌:

“Morning ritual, I never skip on the bitchflakes, Fletch.” Fingers dove into his hair to ruffle red locks with little care to how undone it might have made him look, she always seemed to prefer it that way. “Light fun, I have no doubt in my mind that that girl, thought you were going to drown her or something. That persuasion of yours is getting a little rusty, clearly, but we can’t all get it right, I suppose.” Even if her version of persuasion all too often stemmed from her effort to using mind control on whoever she saw fit. A laugh blossomed on her lips and Cassie canted her head in mock contemplation, he certainly wasn’t wrong. “Anyone ever tell you honesty isn’t always the best policy?” Even if she was well aware her affinity for boundaries was non-existent, and always had been. Her mouth fell open in offense right along with doe eyes, “If I can.— you prick.” Even knowing that catching his momentary head start wasn’t likely for her much smaller steps, Cassie took off behind him, clawing for his shirt as he reached for the chain-link fence.

“I’m calling bullshit on that one. Hell some might even think you’ve gone soft Cassie, loosing your touch even.“ Fletcher teased, of course his words were all bullshit as per usual, but there was nothing more satisfying than getting a rise out of the spitfire that was the youngest Winnick. At her next words however he couldn’t help but grin, a hearty chuckle surpassing her lips. “Maybe -- then again I don’t think she would have cared do long as she got laid first.” He admitted with  shrug, although despite his facade the male had a little more class than to stoop to such a level. “Yeah, from time to time, but they’re fucking wrong and I don’t hesitate to make that clear.” He continued rather confidently, his blunt tongue had been the reason for most of his troubles. Setting off at a pace too quick for the blondes little legs, his laugh was lost to the wind before making light work of climbing the fence before jumping from the top. Flashing the other a victorious smile he motioned her over as if to catch her should she stumble. “If it’s a big one you’re after then you’ve come to the right place.” He teased once more as he waited for her to catch up.  

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brittmorrison‌:

Britt shrugged. The other man knew nothing of his past rowdiness. He didn’t know Fletcher all that well, so it was best to keep his mouth shut. Jumping in a pool after school hours could be compared to sitting at home with a book, if you considered Britt's police file. “Well, one, I’m old. Put some liquor in me and my motor skills are terrible. You might even have to pull me out of the pool. Two, because I’m old, if we enter a high school, I might just start reminiscing about my past, and then there’s no telling when I’ll shut-up. Reliving the glory days and all. Telling you how I could’ve gone collegiate if my knee didn’t get injured. How I kissed Tammy behind the bleachers, but everyone kissed Tammy. Do you want that?”

“Wow --- you talk more than a preteen girl high on life after a One Direction concert.” Fletcher teased, offer a light chuckle in response as he shook his head. “Age shouldn’t stop you from having fun and fucking shit up, B. Then again hearing about this Tammy character could make for an interesting yarn.”

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caidxnblck‌:

“I figured that was obvious enough.” For one so blunt he wasn’t entirely certain how one could ever truly miss his point in every clearly allotted statement he ever made, with or without verbally calling it. “Seriously? Someone charged you out of pocket for that?” That did pull a smirk to his lips, “Idiot.” Muttered beneath his own breath, though still audible enough to be heard by Fletcher. “Yeah, sure.. My problem is not getting laid.” The rough, humorless chuckle that filled his lungs short and sharp. “A what?”

“Well maybe for once you were wrong.” Fletcher drawled as a heavy sigh surpassed his lips, it irritated him and how stern the other was, very rarely biting back at his idiotic remarks as the other so kindly put.”Unlike you I don’t pay for my services.” He countered, lips twitching into a smirk of his own. “It’s okay to admit it you know, although slaying 66 virgins out of all your pent up sexual frustration was kind of whack, even for you.” The red head added, very clearly joking despite the lack of humor in his tone. “A Squidward, look it up.”