blood stained knuckles

i was there for you, and you were there for me. please remember our time together. the time was yours and mine, and we were wild and free.

[ftclara]

silas-daniels‌:

malcolmxdaniels‌:

Malcolm was making a bit of tea for himself since he knew it usually made him feel better. Plus it’d been a hell of a few weeks with everything going on. He heard the door as he quickly hurried to it. “Hey! Long time no see!” He teased with a grin. It was always refreshing to see Clara’s face. “It’s not a problem, I mean.. We’ve been up for a while and probably will be for a bit anyways.” He chuckled. “I uh, I made some tea if y’want some?” He asked softly, nodding his head to the couch to signal for her to go ahead and sit down.

@silas-daniels

Silas was happy to see Clara any time- when she had messaged them to come by, he’d happily accepted her into his home. She was a darling kind young woman, and Malcolm and him had asked her to surrogate for them. 

“Go ahead and get some for everyone, babe.” Silas said softly to Malcolm, rubbing the other’s arm gently before cocking his head toward the living room, leading Clara with him, “Absolutely. We’re always here if you need to talk, Clara. What’s going on, doll?” He asked, sitting down on the couch. 

@ftclara​

Clara smiled at the instant homely feel from entering the Daniels’ household. “Tea would be great, thank you!” She smiled at Malcolm before following Silas through to the living room. She sat down and crossed her legs. “I uh, well, I have something to tell you both.” Clara looked up, smiling at Mal as he entered the room. “First off, I uh... I wanna thank you both for asking me to be a part of this. I’m honestly so honoured.” 

She rose to her feet and chewed the inside of her lip. She couldn’t stand still, pacing a little as she held her hands out to the two of them. “You’re both such amazing men and you... You’re the closest thing I have to family here and I’m super emotional, wow.” Clara chuckled shyly and felt her eyes watering. “I’m pregnant... You guys are pregnant. I’m having your baby. Okay none of those sound right but yeah! It took, you guys are gonna have a little one!” She choked up on her words, tears trailing down her cheeks as she grinned. 

[lilyjamessource]

[ftclara]

lilyjamessource‌:

@lilyjamesofficial: THIRTY!

[ftclara]

@malcolmxdaniels

Clara had been truly honoured to have been asked to be surrogate for the Daniel’s. She truly adored the two men and felt lucky to have them in her life. Given the woman she was; a stunt performer, a woman who enjoyed the company of a different person most night.. Most would think she’d be the worst candidate. But truth be told, she’d given up on the stunt life. She’d done what she wanted with her job and knew it was time to put it to bed. As for the fun with sexy people... Nothing would stop that. She might just put it on pause for the time being. 

The most important thing to her was that she was helping out family. The Daniel’s had been exactly like that since they bonded. She smiled softly as she headed into the living room after been letting in. “Thanks for letting me come round at such late notice. I uh, I just needed someone to talk to. You’re both family to me, my brother’s AWOL so...” She shrugged and rubbed her hands over her arms. “I need advice.” Clara mused as she looked at the two men.

[ftclara]

fredettev‌:

Virgil wasn’t one to stay idle for one. They weren’t a homebody for the most part and even if they did enjoy sleep as much as the next person, they’d never been the type to sleep in. It was always go go go with them and as an extrovert who thrived off the attention and presence of others, what would tire most merely envigorated them. Case in point, they’d gotten off work at noon and with only eight hours of downtime, they were itching for something to do. Luckily, Virgil had fantastic friends who were just as odd about proper hours for casual activity and Clara had swooped in just in time to keep them from having to venture out and seek something for themselves. 

After receiving her text, they threw together something presentable to wear, messed with their hair for about fifteen minutes before giving up, (you’d think they’d have learned their lesson by now and just let it be in the first place, but they always held out hope it’d do as they wanted somehow someday) , and threw their messenger back over their shoulder just in the nick of time to open the door. “You kidding? I’m always interested in your company, darling,” they laughed, taking the cup from Clara with a gracious smile. 

“Oh my god, you’re a lifesaver.” Taking the cup as it was offered to them, they pulled the door open further so their guest didn’t have to stand in the hallway. “The park at nine thirty? Sounds perfect. You want anything before we head out? I don’t have much in the way of food, but I do have water…and probably some soda.” 

Clara was definitely beginning to feel a little restless in town. Don’t get her wrong, she was pleased with her decision to stay here longer but she thought that everything was going to go right... Right away. That she’d settle in and it would feel like home again. She’d been away so long she felt like a stranger in her home town. Not much had changed, even a lot of the same old faces remained in town but she didn’t know how to act. Everyone seemed to have gotten in heavily committed relationships while Clara... Well, Clara wanted fun. 

Whether it was the one night stand kinda fun or just going to the park at nine thirty! Anything that made her smile was definitely something that made her life the better. Her smile widened at their words and she let out a chuckle. “Oh, Virgil, my dear, you truly know how to charm me!”

She shook her head at the offer but did frown slightly. “Y’know, you really should stock up on some food then pal. An empty fridge leads to an empty and sad tummy.” She pouted playfully before gesturing behind her. “I’m definitely down for grabbing a bite to eat if you fancy something though.”

[ftclara]

sparrow-suthcliff‌:

“Not necessary, I assure you. But if it makes you feel more at ease asking for my help if you buy me a drink first? Then by all means.” Most people didn’t need any preamble to ask Sparrow for her- and more often than not that didn’t bother her any. She had a reputation for helping around town for just that reason- that people could come to her whenever they needed something and not worry about being turned away or that they’d have to find a way to pay her back for it. But she also was aware that some people felt better doing something for the person in return- even something miniscule.

The witch glanced briefly at the woman in front of her, the werewolf aura undeniable- which made the limp a tad bit surprising. Werewolves were generally quite skilled at healing basically any wound that they managed to sustain- at least when they wanted to. As a matter-of-fact, the only werewolf she could ever remember walking with a limp before in town had done so to cover up the fact that they had healed a work-related injury so their all too human boss didn’t figure out that they weren’t human. “Must have been a pretty bad injury,” the brunette mused, nodding briefly towards the other’s leg.

Clara shrugged with a fond smile on her lips. “I mean, I’d happily buy you a drink or some food after as a thank you if that’s what you’d prefer. I just... Feel odd going up to someone and demanding help right away.” She chuckled, shifting slightly to stand up a little better. Clara had heard a lot about the witch before her and was pleased to have a proper conversation fully. 

She looked down at her leg and nodded in answer to Sparrow’s question. “Yes, it was. I was doing a stunt for work and I fell. Onto uh, silver. I kinda completely missed the crash mats and the all the safety equipment around. Clearly I was way too excited and kinda got impaled.” A sheepish smile. “I healed what I could but even as wonderful as werewolf healing is, it’s still not right. It’s for sure the silver. Hence me coming here asking for help ‘cause it’s agony...”

[ftclara]

@fredettev​

Clara had always been a fan of chance encounters. That was how her and Virgil kept bumping into each other. Both out at odd hours, hours when very few other people were roaming the towns. But Clara was restless and hated being cooped up in four walls and Virgil worked hours that other’s would turn down. Clara felt lucky to consider them a friend now. So she didn’t find it odd to turn up at their house and knock on the door at somewhat late hours. 

She knew they would either be up or at work so it was worth a shot to try both. Clara flashed a cheeky smile as they opened the door. “I’m really hoping you got my text and are interested in my company now. Cause... I bought you a gift.” She held up a takeout hot cup. “Your fave! I thought we could head to the park.”

[ftclara]

@sparrow-suthcliff

It had been a while since Clara had stayed in town. She was still used to dropping into town to show her face, pack a few more bags before jetting off somewhere new to perform stunts. Not that she hated that life. It always gave her a rush when she saw herself in that TV show or movie. It did mean that sometimes she struggled to make lasting relationships. She couldn’t date someone for long before she was running off to stunt again. Friendships lasted, some didn’t. It also meant she didn’t always get the opportunities to bond with those she really wanted to.

Sparrow was one of those. She always wanted to become friends with the witch, I mean, who wouldn’t? She heard nothing but good about the woman. After her talk with Rory, she set up a meeting with the witch. “Thank you for coming!” She grinned as she limped towards the other. “I was wondering a few things... I feel a little rude asking first for your help so you fancy joining me for a drink or something first? On me, of course!”

[ftclara]

rory-willis‌:

Rory couldn’t help but flinch when she explained what had happened to her leg. Thankfully the young werewolf had never experienced anything of the like and had been able to avoid all silver related injuries thus far in her life. Once or twice some well-meaning human friend of hers in school had grabbed her injured hand to check on it while wearing silver rings and the metal pressing into the fresh wound had stung something fierce but it wasn’t the same thing.

Taking Clara’s hand in hers the beta shook slightly. “I thought I remembered seeing you in town before. Nice to meet you, too.” People came and people went but it seemed that once you called the town your home? You always managed to return. It seemed to call them all back.

“Someone who can help heal that. Hmm.” Pursing her lips briefly Rory contemplated that. There were plenty of witches in town and some doctors who knew all about the supernatural- they had have at least a few with the way their town was. “I know there’s a doctor or two at the hospital that specialize in supernatural beings but I don’t know them by name. There’s a witch who works at the local precinct, Uriel- he might be able to help but I don’t know him all that well. Seems decent enough for the most part. And then there’s Sparrow- she pretty much looks out for anyone who needs help- another witch. She works at the high school and she’s pretty much a mother to my best friend’s soulmate.”

Clara gently rubbed her hands over the injury, wincing slightly. She healed what she could before sighing. “It’s certainly a pain in the ass. Excuse my French.” She chuckled as she rested back on her palms, head lolling to rest on her shoulder as she gazed out at the forest around them. They were certainly lucky to live in a place like this.

“Yeah, I like to come in and out of town. I had the job that basically meant I had to pack up and leave for what felt like endless amounts of time. I loved it though. It took me to beautiful places and I met so many amazing people but... This place is home. As much as I hate to admit it. I never thought I’d be the type to settle after my work but here I am.” She chuckled. 

The wolf nodded slowly and smiled. “I’ve met Uriel, briefly. Sparrow?” She’d heard plenty about the witch while she was in town. “I think she’s a mother to most, bless her. She sounds amazing.” Clara mused with a smile. “Thank you, Rory. I wasn’t sure who was still in town. For all I know, Sparrow could’ve left town months ago, not that I’m sure she would.”

[ftclara]

zehraburuk‌:

“Coming right up.” The first time Clara had ordered her hot chocolate that way it had amused her. Not because it was a strange order really- but because no one else who came to her little shop ordered their drink that way. And she had gotten her fair share of different kinds of hot chocolate orders.

Some people liked it extra chocolatey- some people even ordered it thicker than she thought the drink should be. There was even one pixie customer of hers who seemed to want a little bit of hot chocolate with their marshmallows rather than the other way around- deep down the Seelie just assumed that customer had a wicked sweet tooth. But Clara was definitely the only one who ever ordered it with cream but no marshmallows. Nothing wrong with it, just another distinct order- and that amused her simply because it showed easily how different people in town really were from one another. Even among the supernatural community they could have so very much in common and be completely different.

Stepping over to the far counter to prepare the drink Zehra glanced at the blonde, watching her settle down at the table by the window. “Have you decided yet how long you’re going to be staying in town?” She didn’t know much about Clara’s life outside of East Stroudsburg, only that she was a local who had returned temporarily.

Clara had surprised many a people with her hot chocolate preferences. Often people would be shocked and ask why no marshmallows, only to seem sort of offended by the fact the werewolf simply didn’t like them. She didn’t like them at the best of times let alone melting into her cocoa and ruining it with their gooey taste. Honestly, if she could, she’d have more cream than hot chocolate anyways. There had been many times when she’d had a few squirts of the canned cream in her mouth when making a hot chocolate at home. 

She looked up with a smile as the woman brought her order over. “Thank you. That’s a very... Loaded question. In theory, I’m here until my leg heals fully at a ‘human’ rate for my boss. I don’t think he’d take too kindly to me revealing the wolf healing bonus.” She teased with a chuckle before shrugging. “In reality, I don’t know. I’m actually kinda enjoying being back here. Never thought I would. I was always so restless when I was here before, just waiting for the next stunt job to come through.” 

She dipped her finger into the cream, cleaning it off her fingertip with her tongue and smiling. “Maybe I’m getting older and need to settle down. We are pack animals, after all. Maybe I’m just yearning for my pack. I think... If I can make my job a full time thing, I might just stay here now.”

[ftclara]

werewolfarizona‌:

“No, I didn’t. I’ve never really looked into them but phobias are pretty interesting. I don’t blame you for wanting to learn more especially since it helped you cope with your own. Do you know the term for ‘fear of rust’? It’s probably my biggest irrational fear so I’m curious,” he asked, leaning forward in his interest. Arizona loved learning about the things people were passionate about, even if they could be considered inconsequential in the long run. It was fun, learning new things, and the fact that he got to hear about it from a source that was so passionate about the topic made it even better. Thanking her for the drink, he mentally sifted through all the random bits of knowledge he’d collected over the years. 

“Okay, just remember that you asked for this. Most of my facts are within the field of Entomology since I’ve been interested in insects my whole life,  but I’ve got a few outliers to spice things up, too.” Taking a sip of his drink, Arizona wracked his brain for a good place to start. “Hmm, did you know that beetles are the most biodiverse creatures known to man? There are about 340,000 different species which make up almost half all identified species of insect.” 

She cocked her head to the side as she smiled, nodding. “I had to put my focus into it but it worked. I liked hearing other phobias and I grew to realise that mine was nothing. I could have a fear of rain or work or something that made my life near impossible. We’re lucky in that sense. Rust? Iophobia is the fear of poison or being poisoned but io is Greek for poison and rust, so maybe it would be both? I don’t know if there’s one just for rust but I shall have to look into it!” She grinned, excited that she had more to research. It had been a while since she’d looked into things like this. 

Clara rested her chin on her hand, leaning in, completely enamoured with the information she was learning. “Insects? Do you work with them?” She mused before shrugging. “Interesting facts about anything are greatly appreciated!” Clara’s eyes widened in surprise. “No way! That’s a hell of a lot of species. I’ll have to warn you though, no spider facts, spiders freak me out. All other bugs are fine, I just... Ever since watching Arachnophobia, I can’t deal with spiders.” She chuckled. “What insects do you know a lot about?”

[ftclara]

rory-willis‌:

“Not at all.” Pushing herself up into a sitting position the beta brushed the leaves off of her back, watching the other woman. She could sense her energy, of course- knew she was a werewolf too and that in theory she had nothing to worry about. Most werewolves in town were cordial to each other, or at least not a threat to one another. It was a small comfort but a comfort nonetheless.

Eyebrows furrowed slightly she watched the other wolf. “Are you alright?” It wasn’t difficult to tell that she was hurt- the pain was evident in her smile and almost seemed to be radiating off of her which was surprising if only because, well, couldn’t she just heal herself? It was one of the advantages of their kind.

“Wait, you’re a local, right? I mean- you were. I think I remember seeing you in town years ago.” She was obviously older than Rory- not a lot but still older. But in a small town like theirs faces often stuck with you and once you knew what someone looked like? You recognized them if you saw them again. “I’m Rory, by the way. Do you need any help?”

Clara very ungracefully fell beside the other with a soft grunt. She chuckled softly as her behind hit the ground. “Thanks, I hope I’m not interrupting any thought process or anything.” She nodded and winced as she gently rubbed over her sore leg. “I hurt myself when I was doing stunt work. Fell on silver. There was nobody who could heal it fully so it’s been rather sore. I healed it as much as y’know, our kind can, but silver. Our kryptonite.”

She smiled, almost like a beam and she nodded. “Yeah! Yeah, I went away for work a lot but I’m a local, yes. I’m Clara, it’s lovely to meet you.” Clara held a hand out towards the other.

“Don’t suppose you know anywhere I could get this looked at? I can’t go back to work right away anyways cause they’ll wonder how it healed so soon. They think I’m human, but uh, it’ll be nice not to be hurting.”

[ftclara]

uriel-glasscock‌:

“Give it a go, consider it a challenge,” he winked back, Uriel’s mood genuinely improved by Clara’s presence. She was open and bubbly, the kind of person he could easily flirt with even without the intention of following through. Beautiful too, which was always a bonus. Ordering another drink for himself while the bartender was at it, he chuckled. “Reckless is good in moderation. I’d have agreed with you wholeheartedly fifteen years ago, but then I got married. And divorced.” 

Why he was divulging such heavy stuff so early on in their conversation, he had no idea. Perhaps the alcohol was hitting him harder than usual? One could only hope. “Not always,” he shrugged, “I only make an effort when I’m looking to impress.” 

He actually laughed at her question. Not maliciously, more bittersweet than anything. Uriel hated the fact that he had a list of reasons so long he couldn’t even remember them off the top of his head. It’d be better to ask him why he wasn’t there. “The view, of course… and the free peanuts.” 

“Ooh careful, that sounds like an invite to buy a round of shots with your card.” She mused, clicking her tongue and winking at him. He seemed fun and that was exactly what she was looking for. Someone to laugh and tease. Clara’s brow raised at his words, shrugging her slender shoulders. “I mean, live and learn, right? Clearly marriage just isn’t the suit for you. Doesn’t mean reckless is all that bad. Divorced means you can be more reckless.” She wiggled her brows.

Clara flicked her hair over her shoulder and playfully fanned herself. “You certainly make a very good first impression, good sir. You look very dapper and it’s definitely a good thing. Certainly better than slacks and trainers that seem to be the in thing.” 

A cock of her brow and she put her hand on her chest. “I hope by view you mean me because, true, looking at me means you got the best view in here.” She teased with a giggle. “I’m kidding, I’m not that kinda person. The peanuts, huh? Nothing to do with the company you might find?” Clara shrugged and took a large sip of her drink. “I think destiny brought you here so I can drink your hot ass under the table.” A sharp intake of breath and a shrug. “Unless you aren’t up for the competition”

[ftclara]

rory-willis‌:

It was quiet, almost eerily so.

Early mornings in the mountains could be as quiet as they came, especially when out in nature. Move away from the town and into the wooded area surrounding it and it could seem like the whole world slipped away. Go there early enough and all that you would hear was crickets and the occasional snapping of a branch or rustling of underbrush from an animal; go a little later and one of the few sounds you would hear was the chirping of birds, the occasional passing deer rustling the foliage. It was peaceful; it was comforting. It was Aurora’s favorite time to be out in the woods.

The beta werewolf wasn’t always the earliest of risers. For often than not the girl preferred sleeping in and enjoying the time she had off from work. But sometimes, on very rare occasions, she would find herself rising with the dawn and making her way out of her home and into the wooded area.

She wasn’t always sure why she felt the need to do so- perhaps the wolf in her drawn to nature- but on those days, no matter the season or the weather, the girl would make her way out into the wilds of the mountains and unceremoniously lay down in one of the clearings, eyes fixed up at the open sky and listen. What she was listening to she was never sure- perhaps just the peaceful quiet that the area had to offer. All she knew was that it was comforting and habitual.

That morning she had gotten there shortly after the sun had come up, lying herself down and gazing up at the endless sky for what felt like hours on end with nothing but nature surrounding her on all sides. Usually the silence wasn’t broken until she decided to remove herself. But that day was different. That day she heard the telltale sound of footsteps far heavier than the animals that lived in the area.

Head angled slightly to the side the beta searched the trees for the source of the sound, posture still relaxed though her reflexes poised to react if necessary.

Whoever it was might not have been a threat but one couldn’t be too cautious.

Clara had always been an active person, her jobs called for her to be in top shape. But since her leg injury, she hadn’t really been keeping to her strict diets or routines. Not that she really needed to. That was one of the advantages of being a werewolf, right? She was thankful for this but she figured it was time to get back into the swing of things. Deep down, she knew she could heal it but she was kinda enjoying this time off and well, her boss didn’t know about what she was so too quick a return would be suspicious. 

She had decked herself out in her running gear and set off on a light jog through the woods. In hindsight? Not a great idea. She’d been running only a short distance when pain surged through her injured leg. Clara whimpered softly, cursing under her breath. She was closer to town than her place at this time and decided to limp her way into town.

Clara sensed the other nearby and continued on, knowing that this town was the safest place and they likely meant any harm. She smiled, although more of a grimace, as she saw the other. “Hey, you mind if I sit?”

[ftclara]

zehraburuk‌:

“Well, with that ringing endorsement to the idea, I’m going to have to look into it.”

It couldn’t hurt, she reasoned, to do just that- set up punch cards or something similar. If nothing else it would be a good promotion for the bakery- and it would be a nice perk for the people in town who came in quite a bit like Clara did, a way to repay their loyalty as a customer. A lot of places did something similar, especially the smaller family run businesses in the area. (When she thought about it though? Most of them we family run anyway so that made total sense.

“Of course not. Feel free to sit.” There were only a couple of tables inside of the bakery- most people had a tendency to buy and go- but some preferred to stick around and enjoy whatever they bought there. But she rather liked the fact that the whole place wasn’t lined with tables. It gave it more of a homey feeling that way. “Do you want any coffee or tea or anything? Or are you good as is?”

“I think everyone would love it, honestly. I reckon you might get new people in also! I’m not overly creative but if you want any help, I’d be more than happy to!”

Clara glanced behind her, pleased to see that there was a free table. She loved sitting near the window and people watching for a while. Wow, this whole settling into town thing was making her into a different person. She could never do that before. In too much of a hurry to get out she only ever ordered to go. It was nice to sit and let the world go by for a bit. 

“Ooh I think I’ll have a hot chocolate please! Cream, no marshmallows?” It was one of her most frequent drink orders so she was sure Zehra knew by now. “Thank you!” She grinned before heading over to the table and setting her bag down beside her.

[ftclara]

angelsantiagio‌:

The fumes must be getting to him.

That’s the only explanation he can think of. Angel had been struck a lot of ways before in life, most of these involved blood, bruises, and broken bones but in all his years he can’t ever once recall being struck stupid. Not like this. Never like this. He recalls some old warning for a younger, dumber werewolf years ago–if a smell is making you see things, then you’re already well on your way to being dead. What do we do then? Why son, we only go down one way and that’s swinging.

If he was well on his way to being dead and this woman talking to him was the last thing he ever saw? Well, Angel could safely say that he was about to die a very, very happy man.

“I’d like that,” he says before he lets himself get too tongue tied feeling a genuine smile making its way across his face “I’d like that a lot.”

Unconsciously he finds himself standing just a little taller–absently wishing he were wearing something a little nicer than the beat up jeans and work boots he wore to near every damn physical job he just knew he was going to get dirty at. Like a suit. I don’t even own a suit but I wish I were wearing one. Hell, I’d go buy a damn suit.To wear. For her. Does she like suits? Men in suits? He can’t recall ever once overthinking anything like he was overthinking this. And he’d been involved in some questionable activity in his life. “I uh,” he runs a hand over his close cropped hair “I gotta…go under the car right quick but I got good ears so feel free to keep talking and enjoying my company as it were.”

Now before he can go and make a mess of things he quickly drops down, to both do as he said and maybe get a bit of distance. Even if everything inside if him was practically demanding him to do the exact opposite. He felt hot all over. A heat that the cool pavement did little to sooth as he shimmies under the vehicle to stare up at the undercarriage. He looks without really looking, dark eyes not taking in any detail despite the increasing stench of gasoline and near rot underneath that makes his head spin. He chances a glance back and forth, wondering if such a volume of fumes will make the vision follow him under here and honestly he doesn’t know quite what he would do about that.

Thankfully, she doesn’t appear. Which means that either he’s dead and this is the underworld’s shittiest hell or he was very much seeing reality.

Grinding the heels of his palms into his eyes, he blinks blearly up at the chassis overhead. It’s awful. The chassis, not the reality of an incredibly beautiful woman punching him in the gut with her mere existence. He wasn’t one to brag about sexploits. It was all mostly biology. He got his kicks elsewhere. But it was safe to say he’d been around the block a fair number of times and not once, had any man or woman done this to him. I don’t get it. I don’t understand. And unlike the usual deep seated need that Angel had to understand…he wasn’t sure he wanted to understand this. As if maybe understanding it would make it go away. Somehow the very idea of her…going away was the worst thing he could ever think of.

When it was painfully obvious he wasn’t going to find any answers under here, he shimmies back out from under the vehicle to take a steadying breath of the significantly fresher air. Feeling as though he’s surfacing from somewhere deep and dark as he stands, vision spinning for a moment and oh she’s still there. He closes his eyes and takes another breath, and then another before he opens them again. Wetting his lips he jerks his thumb back towards the vehicle “I’ve got to…repair some of the damage before I drive it to one of the shops to do some work…I wouldn’t say no to…enjoying your company some more along the way or even after that.”

Not that he was jumping at the chance for her ride alongside him in a potential death wagon, that very thought had his heart leaping violently into his throat. He coughs into a hand “Name’s Angel I’m…” he pauses at this, frowns some to himself before finishing “New, in town.”

Clara had been with uh, a fair few people, let’s say. There was no denying that the man before her was beyond handsome but then he opened his mouth. The voice catching her off guard. Okay so that was new. Nobody’s voice alone had made her pulse race and eyes widen in interest. Sure, she’d been easily interested in people before but this was very new. 

“Then company you shall have!” The woman mused as she edged just slightly closer. Not too close, she still wasn’t appreciating the stench that the vehicle was emitting but she couldn’t bring herself to walk away from him. 

The werewolf smiled softly to herself as she watched him all but fumble under her gaze. Was she really that intimidating? She wasn’t one to brag but yes, she’d had people turn nervous in her company. She supposed she was the same when she first approached her crush in high school, before she had gained more confidence and her improved personality that she doted now.

Brows raised as she watched the other disappear under the car. Clara had to admit, she did sorta have a soft spot for people who had manual jobs. People who got stuck in rather than sitting behind a desk. Perhaps because it might mean they would be a little more accepting of the fact that Clara teaches people to fight.

 Leaning against a nearer car, she admires what she can of him under the car. Teeth biting down on her lower lip, meaning she definitely liked what she saw. “Do you always come out to things like this? Gas leaks and thing that could cause danger to you or others?” She teased, not even bothering to speak a little louder. Clara had already decided that his ‘good ears’ saying was a code word for being supernatural. Hell even before that she could smell it on him. Oh how lovely this town was. 

She clicked her tongue, eyes still trained on the stranger. Confusion ran through her as she tried to figure out why she was so... Drawn to him. Part of her wanted to keep edging closer. Be as close to him as possible and get to know everything. Now, sure, she liked people. Liked getting to know them, liked sex, liked most things really. But her desire to be so close to him was too much and way too confusing.

Clara blinked and looked away quickly when he emerged once more. She cleared her throat and smiled shyly. A smirk quickly taking over though as she pushed to her feet, finally walking over to him just with a slight limp. “So a minute ago you didn’t want me getting too close... Now you’re inviting me to drive with you in said death trap?” She huffed dramatically, throwing her hands up. “It’s such a dilemma!” 

Holding a hand out to him, she grinned. “Lovely to meet you, Angel. Loving the name. I’m Clara and I’m not new to this town. I was away for a while but other than that, I’m pretty keyed up on the place. If you want a tour guide, I’d be happy to offer my services.” Another smirk and a wiggle of her brows. Her flirty side was coming out, naturally. “I’ll come with you and then maybeeeee, if you’re not busy, we could grab a drink or something to eat?” She mused with another bite of her lower lip.

“But if not at least I get to savour this amazing meeting, huh? And I have to say... I’m digging this workingman look. It really does it for me.”

[dearemma]

Have courage and be kind.

[ftclara]

zehraburuk‌:

“Coming right up.”

Zehra didn’t even bother to argue that the flour wouldn’t be any part of a uniform because by that point? It definitely was. It would be on her face, sometimes in hair and often times it would be all over her clothes. That’s why more often than not when she was at the bakery she tried to wear light clothes. And when she couldn’t find anything light to wear? She would throw an apron on to try to keep her clothes as clean as possible.

Turning towards the display case where she kept the baked goods the Seelie picked up a piece of wax paper and collected one of the apple danishes, carefully looking them over to pick one of the better looking ones- there was no shame in picking out one of the better ones for a loyal customer. Placing the Danish in the box she repeated the process for the cinnamon swirls and moved back to the counter, placed the little package on the counter.

“You know, I might have to start a punch card or something for loyal customers like you,” she mused, smiling at the blonde girl. “Buy a certain amount of items and get one for free. Might help some of you regulars save some money.”

Clara practically bounced on her toes in excitement. Things like this, a routine, would’ve seemed mundane to her when she first got her job in stunts. She couldn’t sit still. She wouldn’t be seen buying pastries or anything with sugar. Clara had stuck to a strict diet the whole time she was employed. Sure, she probably should still stick to it. She was only back in town while her leg injury healed. Or so she told herself. 

She was beginning to miss home so maybe it was a sign. A sign to remain for a while. Clara smiled fondly and gently took hold of the package. “You mind if I sit in for a while? I have time to kill before classes.” Clara mused before riffling in her bag for her purse.

Eyes widened in agreement, nodding almost too eagerly. “Y’know I’d fill that card in like a week. No matter what the number of items, I’d meet it.” She chuckled and handed over the payment. “That sounds like a great idea though! I think you should do it.!