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roxanna ‘ roxy ’ evie morgan reardon. hybrid . daniella taylor . introduction .

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𝐇𝐀𝟏𝐅𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐋. a single muse blog belonging to forksw . dni if you are not in this group . written by taylor .
roxanna ‘ roxy ’ evie morgan reardon. hybrid . daniella taylor . introduction .
alissa’s arm tightened around roxy, pulling her into a quick hug. she trusted her best friend more than anyone and if she said they'd be okay, they definitely would. she managed a small, real smile, leaning her head against her friend’s shoulder for a second. “idiot,” alissa echoed softly, but it was full of affection. “damn right it’s us against this town. always has been.” and it was, ever since they met. she pulled back just enough to look at roxy, her brow furrowed with concern as she processed the last part of what she said. her own fear of the dark and the uneasy feeling on the back of her neck whenever she walked around too late was normal for her, but hearing it from roxy was different, more alarming. “your place is perfect,” she agreed immediately, nodding. “but wait… what do you mean you’re too creeped out? what’s wrong with our usual spots? are you... scared?” her voice got a little quieter, a little more urgent as she scanned roxy's face. “did you see something? what changed? why are you creeped out now? i mean, not the first person that goes missing... rox, do you know something i don't? and don't you dare lie, you're not a good liar so don't even try it.”
〝 oh my gosh, no! you're being so ridiculous. 〞she laughs, gently pushing the fem away, rolling eyes playfully as she listens to alissa's cynical rant regarding whether roxanna knew anything about strange happenings within their quaint little town ––– she did, of course, roxy was one of those strange beings but her best friend didn't know that. she also didn't know if the young girl disappearing had anything to do with her side of the treaty so fem refused to jump to conclusions. 〝 i'm not scared, and i don't know anything! 〞eyes roll again at the ironic assumption that roxy was a terrible liar, if only alissa knew! 〝 i just meant in general! it's creepy to be out here in general, knowing that someone has gone missing and we don't know what the heck happened. like are you telling me you would be comfortable getting drunk at the edge of the woods like we usually do ––– after tonight's circumstances? 〞
"not really." but he finds himself taking a seat beside her anyway, as if his body is betraying his mind, working on autopilot. he leaves about a foot of space between them, looking at her more directly now. "couldn't or... didn't want to?" he asks, then he backpedals, shaking his head, "never mind. it really fuckin' sucked, roxy. sure ya already know that. like i said... we don't have to hash that out. i'm sure ya... well, i guess ya had your reasons." his voice is quiet, wavering only slightly as he tries to maintain his gaze despite the fact that she looks away. and that's part of why even when he tries, he could never hate her. tucker just knows she feels bad about it. from the way she's sitting, from the way she avoids his eyes now, he knows she's actually sorry. even after all this time, he can see that plainly. when she mentions the fire, he nods, jaw tensing slightly at the painful memory she'd shared with him, "yeah. yeah, of course. i think it started to melt the rubber on my boots when i was over there, so who could blame ya?" he tries to joke, not wanting her to have to sit in that pain for too long. he sighs, digging his heels into the sand as he asks, "so... how've you been?" tucker feels a bit stupid asking, honestly, so much has happened since they were together. he knows some things, but they're all things he's heard bits and pieces of from mutual friends and other people in town. they haven't gotten the chance to just talk like this. the timing might not be perfect, but he wants to know. he'd ask for a play-by-play of the last few years, but that seems like a bit much.
visibly winces at harsh words but shakes her head anyway ––– couldn't play victim, it's what she deserves. he doesn't know what she is, he can't know what she is. 〝 couldn't. 〞responds quickly, needed to tell him the truth without telling him the whole truth. 〝 i wanted to talk to you, so bad, tucker. 〞fem insists, twisting whole body to his side so she was facing him now, needed him to believe that she didn't want to end things ––– or end things like that. 〝 i know and i'm so sorry, it was nothing you did, i promise. you were perfect. 〞which was why it was incredibly difficult for roxanna to let go, why she'd drive to his home every friday night to sit in her car, debating on whether or not to go back. but she drove away fifteen minutes later each time, was far too dangerous to allow male back into her life again. how have you been? could almost laugh at how loaded his question was, what was she supposed to say, that she had been completely miserable the entire time? her parents were still trying to turn her into a monster ( or more of a monster ), she had lost the only person who had ever truly loved her, there wasn't much for the girl to smile about currently. 〝 honestly, not much. all i do is work. 〞and try to survive insane lifestyle she had been born into but tucker didn't need to know that. 〝 which isn't that bad, to be honest –– the sooner i get out of this town the better. 〞but whether lysandra would allow that, roxy wasn't sure ––– still, she can dream. 〝 what about you? i see you have a little girl now, she's adorable. how old is she? 〞forces herself to ignore pain in her stomach as she brings up his daughter, knew she wasn't that young, which meant baby was conceived not long after pair's relationship came to an end.
alissa let out a quiet sigh, knowing she'd lost the argument. nodding softly, she gave roxy's arm a little nudge. “okay, fine. don’t use my own logic against me, it’s rude.” she managed a weak smile, her shoulders relaxing just a tiny bit at the reassurance. the guilt trip about sleeping later definitely worked. “and no, i probably wouldn’t be able to sleep.” she looked around the dark woods again, then quickly back at her friend before wrapping an arm around roxy's frame. “one more hour. but you’re not allowed to leave my side. like, at all. - and after this, we go somewhere and get batshit drunk, whatcha say?”
〝 exactly, i know you ––– we'll be laying in bed, and you'll be constantly asking me what i think happened or whether she's been found yet. 〞giggles softly, wasn't exactly the right time or place to be smiling and laughing with her best friend but that's why roxanna adored alissa so much, fem could make her laugh wherever and whenever and vice versa, pair just got one another. an arm wraps around her and she can't help but lean in, didn't want to be away from the other ––– couldn't bear if something happened to alissa as well. 〝 i'm not going anywhere, idiot. it's me and you against this shitty town. 〞brunette begins, taking further steps into the woods, sharp eyes keep watch on the edge of the trees, watching out for unfamiliar shadows and movements. 〝 yes, okay! my place, though ––– i'm too creeped out to go somewhere out here like we usually do. 〞
"nothin' crazy. just in a mood." he mumbles, letting his gaze really take her in for the first time in so long, "just not gettin' much sleep lately." he admits, leaving it at that. when their eyes meet, he has to swallow to stop his breath from catching in his throat, trying to keep his gaze neutral, uncaring even, but knowing that's utterly impossible when it comes to her. "y'know usually apologies come soon after the thing you're apologizing for." tucker hums, though there's no real bite to his tone. and he doesn't feel angry anymore. he did at first. but now it's mostly a deep sadness that he doesn't know how to verbalize and hates feeling. even after all these years, it hurts him. but how can he say that now? there's so much of him that doesn't want her to feel guilty. he knows guilt well and he wouldn't wish it on his worst enemy much less someone he loves once loved. he shakes his head, almost like he's shaking away his own thoughts, "it was a long time ago, roxy, we don't have to talk about it." even though he thinks about it, always will. he asks, "why are you over here all alone? sulking too?"
〝 you wanna talk about it? 〞she asks, timbre genuine as palm pats the sand beside her, inviting the male to sit down. knows it's the first time in five years that she's initiated a conversation with tucker but she missed him ––– a lot and there was no better time to talk to him than on the night of the town's truce, even if tucker didn't exactly know what it was. to him, and other humans ––– the bonfire was a community celebration. 〝 i know and i'm also sorry that it's taken this long for me to apologise. i wanted to talk to you like everyday, i just . . i couldn't. 〞averts her gaze, not wanting to witness inevitable look of disappointment in male's eyes, not only due to the terrible excuse and apology but also because she couldn't exactly tell him why. shrugs at his question before shaking her head, muttering a〝 no. well, not exactly. it's calmer over here . . and safer. 〞voice trails off as she turns her head, gaze falling upon the calming waves. 〝 i hate fire, you know that. 〞
it wasn’t like he was used to it — the presence, the sheer thrum of so many others pressing in at the edges of his awareness. even redmaw, with all her steady gravity, could be a lot some days. and these — these were not just others, but those who stood on the far bank of the treaty’s divide. and the ones who danced somewhere between. as if his thoughts had summoned her like a ghost from smoke, she was the closest — femme, drifting nearby like she always meant to be right there. he’d survived worse, made comfort from the jagged bones of discomfort before. and there’s a flicker of unspoken thanks that passes between them when she finally reaches for the marshmallows. (because if she hadn’t, he really would’ve humiliated himself — teeth and all — just to get them, plopping down wolfish and stubborn beside the fire). "raw-dogging marshmallows, despite how good in theory they are, is so shocking to me. what's next? you tell me you like warm milk in your cereal?" he gives a little shake of his head, mock solemn, as though even entertaining the idea is a grave moral offense. "that's sick. almost sick enough to lose my appetite..." a beat, just long enough for the weight of his disdain to feel earned, before he lets the moment tip into something lighter. "but not fully enough! can you be my marshmallow hand-offer?"
〝 depends on the cereal. 〞she responds with a shrug and a hearty giggle, probably the first time she's laughed all evening, the lighthearted conversation helping to distract roxanna from the roaring reddish yellow threat that glistens before her, reflecting in light brown eyes.〝 like are you gonna have cold milk in your oatmeal, that's even sicker. like why are you sitting there in the morning with your lumpy ass oatmeal? 〞wasn't even a huge fan of the breakfast item in question but fem had to win, couldn't allow bodhi to get away with essentially calling her a weirdo for disliking smores. looks down at the skewer in his grip, sighing in defeat and nodding as she takes the item from him and pushing the fluffy snack onto the sharper end. 〝 okay, but if i burn it it's not my fault, i don't do this. 〞pushes the skewer slowly towards the flames, watching as the marshmallow darkens while getting both sticky and stringier. 〝 is this good? tell me when to pull away, it's getting kinda hot . . 〞
♱ near the warmth of the bonfire, 7:30pm ♱ closed for roxy morgan @ha1fmortal
“ mngh — there you are! ” theo exclaims, mouth still full of graham crackers and melted chocolate as he bounds off the lawn chair he'd stolen from someone to greet roxy. “ thought you'd be a no-show. ” he would've skipped out himself, but now he would be lying to say he wasn't enjoying the bonfire a little bit. though he preferred solace, he found comfort in the camaraderie, in the shared food and laughter surrounded by the warmth of the fire in the middle of it all. for a moment, he feels like he belongs. he holds up his plate, two smores and a bountiful amount of marshmallows. “ saved you a couple mallows just in case. ”
〝 i was kinda thinking about skipping, to be honest. 〞admits with a casual shrug of her shoulders, walking behind the male and ruffling his hair on the way to sit beside him. 〝 like getting to relax a little and hang out with you guys is fun, i guess. but it's just like, really fake y'know? like let's all be cordial for one night and then going back to ignoring and hating each other. 〞eyes roll as she shakes her head, as if to rid her mind of those thoughts ––– already had too much on her mind on a day to day basis, she could let loose for one night. 〝 it's whatever, i won't be that person today, i'm just saying. 〞reaching over, hand passes over the smores to take two regular marshmallows instead. 〝 where have you been all evening anyway? i've been looking for you since i got here. 〞
≻ㅤ﹒ㅤclosedㅤ﹒ㅤ @ha1fmortal ≻ㅤ﹒ 🌲 bonfireㅤ﹒ㅤ 11:00 PM
alissa had been too focused on her phone, her quest for shells and socializing to notice anything of substance but by eleven, the darkness had fallen and she was freaked out enough to not move from her friend's side. always feeling a profound sense of safety around roxy. leaning forward, she aimed to whisper at her friends ear. '' are you sure we're safe here? - its not like we can do much to help, its dark and theres a bunch of people looking already... '' she sighed, concerned she was coming off as indifferent. '' ... i mean, yeah, the more the merrier, i totally agree — but i have terrible night vision and do we really need me, trying to help and falling to my death somewhere in the woods because i'm unable to see what's in front of me? '' really, she was just looking for a way out. darkness making her as uneasy as ever, her nervous system triggered by something she couldn't see - a little too perceptive, perhaps. '' that would make everything so much worse. ''
〝 you wanna go wander off on your own at a time like this? 〞she questions, a brow raises as she smirks slightly, knowing that her best friend would rather not be alone. knew it would be difficult to achieve any kind of progressive this late at night, when it was this dark but they couldn't walk away now ––– had to do as much as they could, this was a young girl, possibly drunk who had disappeared or walked off alone ––– anything could happen at any given time. 〝 you're not gonna fall to your death, okay? i'm right here. 〞roxanna felt a little better now the bonfire had been put out and flashlights had replaced the light source, even if reasoning was slightly morbid but she no longer felt a threatening aura around her. 〝 lets just . . stay and try and help out for another hour or so, she might be in some real trouble. if we end up walking in circles then we'll leave. besides with everything going on, are you really gonna be able to sleep tonight? 〞
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𝑪𝑳𝑶𝑺𝑬𝑫: REID , C . @teetheds 𝑳𝑶𝑪𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵: following callum over to the refreshments. 𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑬: 20:23.
liked to see herself as a guardian angel, callum reid's angel to be more specific ––– if guardian angels had fangs, of course. she didn't know what happened to his father, didn't ask, nor did she want to know but roxanna knew that lysandra was the lead suspect, heard whispers between her and her father and fem had vowed to make sure any other connection betwixt callum and her family would never be written. two incredibly powerful figures, would be a huge threat to the treaty. that didn't mean he didn't deserve to know who was responsible, roxy wanted to tell him but some things are bigger than her own morality and besides, it's not like she knew the full story to tell either. 〝 a white claw, what are you, fifteen years old? 〞she asks, a judgmental giggle leaving her lips at the panic stricken look on his features as she appears from behind him.
he doesn't expect to see anyone when he walks off for a few moments alone, so when he sees someone and that someone is her, he briefly considers turning around and jogging back across the sand. but then roxy speaks and he stays, "no." it comes out harsher than he wants it to. he clears his throat, corrects, says more softly, "no, it's fine. you don't have to go." don't go. if this were a handful of years ago, he would have said something about how roxy is the real view, but he refrains, tip of his boot digging into the sand as he looks at his feet, "you were here first so... y'know, if ya wanna be alone, i can find another place to sulk." his hands slip into his jacket pockets as a wind rips in from the water, thinking about how cold her hands probably are right now — like always. "most we've said to each other in five years..." it's not a jab, not even angry per say, just factual.
the slight harshness of his timbre knocks her back slightly, although it shouldn't ––– he was very much entitled to be completely rude with her, after all roxanna had left without a word, not even a bittersweet goodbye. even as he's giving permission for her to stay, she still finds herself preparing to stand up until his worrisome feelings are brought to light and she doesn't move ––– because above everything, she still cares about tucker and always will. 〝 why were you sulking? 〞asks with a quiet giggle, eyes meeting his, for the first time in a long time. 〝 i know, i –– 〞wants to say i miss you but can't bring herself to say it, settles on what he deserves to hear instead. 〝 i'm sorry, for everything. 〞
𝑪𝑳𝑶𝑺𝑬𝑫: 𝖫𝖠𝖪𝖨 , 𝖳 . @svpine 𝑳𝑶𝑪𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵: tiny corner of the beach by the water, a little way from the partygoers.
didn't mean to wander off, only needed a few minutes to herself; to feel less overwhelmed, to cool down and a sigh of relief leaves her lips just as eyes befall a not-so stranger heading toward her. heart begins to beat irrationally, thank god tucker wasn't a shapeshifter ––– he'd be immediately suspicious. hasn't spoken to homme properly since sneaking out of his apartment for the last time five years ago, not because it's what she wanted but lysandra had threatened him through her. 〝 sorry, i was just leaving. but you can stay, the view's pretty nice. 〞
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he'd opted for resignation — the slow moss, moving silently amongst the sea of festivities. it wasn't foreign to rafa, making an appearance only to remain stuck to the perimeter. at least he was there, nestled under his windbreaker as crisp wind kissed at his nose, shoes digging into the toughened sand. the night was still early, so much that the sun and moon both showed up, too. it was mesmerizing, he nearly missed the shuffling of sand — he would've, probably, had it not been for his unusual circumstances. “ you — uh, ” he laughs, rather sheepishly, letting down his hood so as to not obscure his face, “ no, you can sit there, it's okay. " a few beats, allowing the silence to swell, until it inevitably pops. " almost a decade here 'n it's still weird to me how late the sun sets — it never fully sets, like, you can always see this glow. ”
the people . . and fire was starting to get a little overwhelming for roxanna, was entirely relieved as eyes scanned the horizon, that they fell upon rafa ––– just a little bit away, giving ravenette an excuse to temporarily leave joyous crowd and make her way over to her lone friend. feet brush against the sand a little quicker after each step, unsure whether it was excitement to see rafa or to get away from the bonfire completely. 〝 that's the weirdest thing to you? 〞she asks, her timbre light as she takes a seat on the sand beside homme, a soft laugh falling from her lips. 〝 well i think it's weird that you use your . . special senses to judge my lifestyle and that you're always two steps ahead of knowing how i really feel. tell me, rafa. what are my chemosignals telling you now? 〞
what. event one, the bonfire. time. 8:00 pm. location. nestled deeply into conversation around the fire, warm smiles — and cold looks — and laughter throughout.
bodhi doesn’t lie. not really. he just… tucks the truth away when it feels like too much light. but if anyone ever asked him his favorite place in the world — la push, just as the tide starts to turn, might earn the quiet answer. he’s there now, shoes dug into cool sand, curls falling into his eyes, sweatshirt hanging off his frame like it's one size too big. a lazy smile curls at his mouth as he half-sips a beer gone warm, already scoping out what food to devour next. the presence beside him isn’t ignored (they never are — not with him), and still, he plays it cool, like he can’t already feel something shifting. he turns slow, only free hand full of graham crackers and chocolate, the other fumbling toward the bag of marshmallows, fingers barely grazing the edge. "please tell me you’re here to make s’mores, because i physically do not have the hand capacity for this." he says, looking up as he speaks next, his eyes connecting with theirs. "and i’m gonna be eating, like… twelve of them, so."
wasn't planning on attending tonight. fire and roxanna just wasn't a great combination, the golden element always won. but what was she supposed to say to her friends? not the truth that was for sure. didn't do pity, would rather force herself through the fears. bare feet shuffle over the sand, feeling the warm grains uncomfortably between her toes, wishes she had worn shoes now. the closer she got toward roaring bonfire, the more light brown hues were glued to it –––– as if it were a threat. 〝 huh? 〞timbre squeaks, head turning to bodhi beside her just as she reaches for giant marshmallow pack. 〝 oh, i wasn't actually . . 〞pauses just a moment before continuing. 〝 i was just gonna raw dog 'em, i don't particularly like the fiery taste on my marshmallows. 〞
daniella taylor. cis woman. she/her. n/a. in the dying light of forks, there’s always someone new moving beneath the clouds. this time, it’s roxanna evie morgan, the twenty five year old local. they say they've been here for twenty years, but the story shifts depending on who you ask. either way, they’ve been seen haunting cedar creek clinic, after their shift as a manager at the carver café. they’re part of the vampire hybrids, and it shows if you know what to look for. most people say they’re all a thirst for freedom rather than blood, tiptoeing through town with blood on her hands; grief in her eyes, late nights wondering how long she can keep pretending the beast inside her is tame, every time warmth touches her; she aches to drain it. as for where they stand on the town’s quiet war? they feel always on edge, like they're constantly being watched. at the end of the day, you'll catch them humming ruined me by muni long, but they'll just tell you: "i was made to rule, they say. but i’ve seen what their rule costs. maybe i was made to end it. "