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After spending a lovely Christmas and her first Hanukkah with her family, Clary had hoped the good and calm ending of the year to carry over into the New Year. Yet before the main square could be cleaned by the mess left behind from the New Year Eve crowd when Councilwoman Rhiannon Lewis was reported missing. All Clary could think was how glad she was it hadn’t been Meyer. As selfish and cruel as that was, she thanked God with all her heart it had been anyone else than her Meyer till she felt sick with guilt. She had tried to keep on a brave face, made it easier to ignore how scared she was for Meyer and their little girl. Her sweet darling girl who deserved a life free from fear and harm. But with killers being their neighbors and monster lurking at every corner, how could they Since their wedding, Clary had been keeping herself and her mind busy with making their home homier, exhausting anyone who bothered to listen her chatter on how lovely her home was becoming. Luckily for everyone, there was a firm ‘no talking’ policy in the Ashbourne Library and for first time that week, Clary hadn’t said a single word on how sweet Chloe looked in her new dress her mum made for her. As she typed away on the library’s main computer, a soft smile on her lips, remembering Chloe’s new knock-knock joke she had told her this morning. At someone’s attempt to get her attention, she looked up at the patron, her soft smile still intact, but as she saw who it was, her lips turned down, recognizing his face from the one plastered all over the newspaper. “Card games, that we do not have.” She answered carefully, noticing the bruises on his face. “But I do have my daughter’s goldfish cards hidden in my drawer for when she visits me if you care for that.”
No card games? As if that didn’t move well along with his current luck. What else could you do at a library besides play chess and read the newspaper? That part alone was enough to leave him wanting to gag. “Goldfish cards?” Harper tilted his head to the side. “I don’t think I’ve heard of that, unless it’s close to Go Fish -- but you need two people to play that game. don’t you?” He had played his fair share of Go Fish during his breaks and days off at the children’s ward in the hospital, so it wasn’t something he was completely against, but seeing as he had entered the library alone it didn’t exactly leave him with anyone to play against. Not to mention that he hadn’t failed to notice her smile falter at the sight of him, not something too uncommon these days. He couldn’t blame her, she probably didn’t know him outside of what that hag Lyra had so gleefully written about him; however, he wasn’t going to let that small gesture stop him from staying pleasant. “How old is your daughter? If I may ask?”
I know that, but checking up on your friend when they’re going through something is standard propriety. Well, if you have any free moments, you could always come over and do some painting with me. If you don’t want to, that’s completely fine too, but it might be therapeutic for you. Plus I know how much you love art. I suppose… so long as you don’t think I’ve ditched you entirely. Not at the moment, no. I’ve been too preoccupied to even think about it. But I’m actually going to take off some time soon to spend with Orion, so maybe I’ll get back into it then.
And you’re doing that exact thing as of now, Juliette and I appreciate it. It’s not as if you can do anything about it, right? I have enough of free moments as of now, maybe a bit too much. My legs are getting more and more itchy by the day -- I’m not going back to work until the start of next week so yeah, but I’m still more an admirerer of art rather than a creator. However, I don’t want to get in between you and work if you’re really that busy, we can probably wait until things have slowed down for you as well. Yeah? Well the key to success comes without no real breaks, doesn’t it? How are things going between you and Mister Grumpy? Or Mister I’m-Grumpy-Until-I-Talk-About-Juliette.
dakota-lowe:
“That’s a risk I’m willing to take if it means preventing any more snark on your end.” Evidently, Harper’s cynicism had no bounds, and even she was struggling to dodge each of his snide remarks. Having the shoe on the other foot was far tougher than she had initially thought, and she wondered how he kept up with her the way he did, especially since she proved to be more of a handful than he was being. At least, for the most part. “It was like he wasn’t there, though. Especially towards the end. Like he’d passed long before his body had.” She spoke with such a surprising amount of ease that even she seemed to be taken by surprise, but her lack of emotion towards the topic wasn’t a new stage in her grief. Dakota had been feeling this way for a few weeks now, taking her repression to a whole new level by dealing with it so bluntly. Before, it was taboo, but now, it was like she was discussing the weather. As clear of an indicator as it was, she could only hope Harper would be too focused on his own problems to delve into it in detail. Having him be worried about her again was the last thing they both needed. “Yeah, kind of like that. I know it’s cliche, but I hear a change of scenery can actually work wonders.” A small crinkle formed between her brows, but only for a moment. “You don’t need to do that, but thanks. Yeah, right. It’s not like you did anything anyways, right?”
“I don’t know, didn’t you mention you knew someone who could see dead people? I can totally harass you from the other side, like hide all your spoons or make sure that one picture on your wall never get to hang straight.” How childish, but what else was there left to do? He wasn’t keen on discussing today’s events and Dakota was clearly not keen on discussing anything at all, like always. But hearing that one small little part about her father still left him with an ache, he had been there as well, watched him decade from a man to half a corpse in his bed. He had watched Dakota deal with it during his visits, watched her struggle to keep the stress and worry aside each and every time they met outside her house by accident. Though Evan wasn’t, it still felt as if he had watched a friend of his die. “Yeah, I was there Dakota”, he only reminded her softly. Sometimes it almost felt as if she forgot he had walked by her side during this, even if the two of them hadn’t started to bond until after his passing. “You’ll do fine though and a change really works wonders, that’s not even a myth. You have to shake off what’s bugging you for once and try to gaze forward in time. And don’t worry, I did tell you I need something to do.” Harper couldn’t help but half chuckle at the last part. “I don’t know, didn’t you ask me if I were dangerous before? This world clearly needs its first serial killer with asthma, I’m leaving this town riding this fame of mine. I’ll see you in Hollywood later.”
I would, but I feel as though he could be slightly mad at me for not making more of an effort to make sure he was okay. I can’t even imagine how annoying that would be, especially considering you’re completely innocent. If there’s anything I can do to help, you know I’m here. Me? I’ve just been working a ton, which explains why I haven’t been able to catch up with you sooner. I really am sorry about that, you know.
Yet I’m perfectly sure he’s more than happy with the attention you’ve given him. He’s an adult and very much capable of handling problems on his own. Pft, since everyone up on top acts like they belong in a daycare I wouldn’t expect much else. I can’t do much but be happy I’m still walking free and thank you, right now you can just make sure I stay sane until I get back to work. It’s fine, Juliette -- really, I haven’t been in a chatty mood either way and your own life comes first no matter what. We have to be a little selfish at times, I’m slowly learning that lesson. But that sounds fun, at least. And how about your painting? Done any masterpieces you’ve kept away from me?
Well, tell him I miss him next time you’re in contact. Sleep’s supposed to have the opposite effect, so I’m going to have to assume you’re still bothered about the article as well.
Rude, you can’t even contact him on your own, but I’ll forward your message. It is but I’ve basically been on and off with three hours here and there so it’s more about getting back into shape. Eh... not the article as much as everything happening around it, I think. I can’t even order a coffee without at least someone staring at me like I’m about to stab them right there and then and my apartment is being repared due to an accident with another council member, so I’m still not really allowed to relax. Phew... can’t you tell me about something fun or whatever you’ve been up to instead?
Woah. Who are you and what have you done with Harper? Because the guy I know wouldn’t even think to be so pessimistic.
I sent him away on a vacation, felt like he’d need one. He sends his regards and tells you to call him when someone is ready to take some responsibility for the last months. Or, if you need a second answer: I’ve just started to sleep again, so I’m a little cranky.
What I would give for this town to take a little breather… Oh cher.
It’s a mix of people having nothing better to do and paranoia, I don’t think it’s going to slow down in a long time Juliette.
lulurivers:
His spewing of pleas only made the sharper headache pound harder in her head, further clouding her judgement and with another powerful shove. Lulu rammed Harper against the wall again, right as the pipes in his walls began to shake and groan from the pressure, her rage inciting the water to burst out of the valves. “Do you know what pisses me off more than a man in general, Harper? A man who tells me to calm the fuck down.” She hissed, wishing she could choke the life out of him but the last trace of common sense hindered that desire. If he was dead, any hope of finding Rhi went with him to his grave.
However, that didn’t lessen her constraint against his vulnerable throat, her arm held his throat firmly in place as he thrashed about. “She liked you, Harper! She trusted you and I swear if you hurt her, you’re good as dead. Even the Deputy McDumdum isn’t going to save you.” Suddenly there was a loud eruption of water from his kitchen, a rush of streamed from pipes, pouring over the kitchen floor and soaking the edges of the carpet. The apartment groaned and moaned from the pipes rattling behind the plastered walls, making the floor vibrate from the intensity. His kitchen quickly getting flooded with water, the kitchen sink overflowing with water.
As he gasped for air, she couldn’t even feel an ounce of sympathy for him, Lulu was never a ‘turn the other cheek’ kind of a gal anyhow. Instead, it gave her a cruel idea which was much crueler than what she really wanted to do to him. “You’re not going to talk? I got all night, old man. In fact, I think it’s about time we start shaking things up. Don’t you agree?“ Before he could answer, Lulu dragged him, with a firm grasped on his arm and his hair, towards the kitchen, specifically the overflowing sink. “Let’s see if this will make you spill.”
As if slamming him against the wall once wasn’t enough to shake his air ways in an unplesant way, the second time was the exact reaction his body had been waiting for to close the little piece of oxygen his body forced in between breaths, and the chokehold Lu still held over his throat. A panicked filled need to show her away from him was crystal clear in his eyes, but her voice drowned every little attempt to reach out with words that would be nothing but a wheezing whisper at this point, another pledge for her to step back and listen. This was bad, hell, not even bad... chaotic, chatastrophic and plain stupid. “Lu...--” he tried his best to push out, his words abruptly cut off by a bang loud enough to scare whatever birds that was resting in the tree outside his kitchen window.
He didn’t need to to turn his head around to process what had happened, his head being far too much in a haze to question how. The sound of a flood a few feet from where they stood caught his attention away from himself and the fury Lulu was currently trying to spit into his face. In the far end, it still didn’t matter, he hadn’t done anything, he had nothing to prove and nothing to feel guilty about. The sounds, the knowledge and the fear however, got to him at once but much like before: he wasn’t given time to react nor defend himself before Lulu decided to take the matter into her own hands once more. It wasn’t like he was refusing to talk, as she so openly accused him off, he wasn’t given a chance to and his lungs was on the edge of screaming at him as well, demanding yet another thing he couldn’t give.
Focus, he had to focus, right now! His feet dragged alongside Lulu’s steps, socks soaking wet within seconds from the rush of water still blurting out, trying his best to put them both at a halt as his brain processed the ongoing havoc around him. Where was she taking him? Shake up how? It wasn’t until his eyes landed on the sink itself that the thought crossed his mind, this time another errupt of panic that caused his body to freeze and his arms to fly out in the open air in the hopes of grabbing something that could keep him away from the water. “STOP!” Harper blurted out, his chest burning from pain and the force that was put on his breathing. She had no idea of what she was doing, and if he didn’t nestle his way out of her grasp soon enough she would have nothing but a dead man to question. Which, in this case, would give her about the same result. Being below Lulu’s arm on the other hand made his struggles for freedom harder, impossible to wriggle out without a cheer force on his side -- his wand, he had a wand. He had a --
The knowledge struck him like a bolt of light, collecting the last of his energy to finally hit out against Lulu right as they reached the edge of the sink, his elbow reacting with a newfound strength -- but unlike his attacker, it wasn’t a punch filled with anger, it was a punch filled with fright. As Lulu stumbled back, he leaned against the counter for support, his legs seconds away from giving up on him as his fingers swept around the wooden piece that his been hiding in his jeans pocket since days back. Though magic was a known part of his life, the wand itself was often left forgotten whenever he left home or chose to do his mundane tasks without a second helping hand in the mix. Deep down it didn’t matter as of now, his only goal being one were he stayed alive and before Lulu got hold of herself, and before she had a chance to attack, Harper pointed the one and only defense spell his head was allowed to think up her way. A flash of light, another loud bang from across the area they were in. He didn’t stop to look for Lulu, of whether or not the spell had knocked her out cold as his legs finally made due and slipped down in the sea of water. His hand hugged the wand tightly, his chest still burning with a sensation of pain as he could only beg the break that had developed between them would be enough for him to regain his breathing, and for Lulu to calm down to a point of being able to listen. “Ho... holy shit...” Harper caughed, placing his free hand over his mouth in shock. Eyes staring wide at the woman now rolling in water. “You could... you... you could have fucking... killed me. Are you... are you out of your mind, Lulu?”
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The tumoil had finally, after one and a half month, started to slow down, even if someone had yet to apologize for the straight out mess he had been put through due to false claims and accusations. Not only that, but Lulu’s unstable ways was still visable, if not a little more faded, in parts of his face and his kitchen was at this current time being repaired for the water damage done to his apartment. Since digging up parts of a floor along with the sink itself didn’t come free from his old nemesis dust, Harper had finally dragged himself away from his safe haven to spend the next few hours tucked into the back of the local library. He had dug out the first book that had crossed his ways, placed himself in one of the armchairs made for reading, only to end up staring blankly at the first page for a good ten minutes -- finally giving up and putting the book down into his lap to scan the room for something more interesting to reach out for. God, he was simply too exhausted still, and he missed the easy days of taking on another shift at the hospital when he wished to reduce his thinking but his boss wasn’t keen on letting him back in just yet; even if that part was more due to his idea that Harper needed some extra days to recharge. Moving out of the armchair once more, his feet took him to the front desk instead as he did his best to blast a geniune and less tired-looking smile at the librarian working behind it. “Hey, do you have any card games or something you can do? Just something that isn’t reading. I’m sort of stuck here for a while and I can’t focus on books right now.”
dakota-lowe:
Rather than jumping to her own defense, Dakota was interrupted by the formation of a grin as a result of his dig. Ordinarily she wasn’t much of a fan of his attempts at jokes, but she knew that if there was a time that called for some light heartedness, it was now. “You better watch your back, asshole. One of these days I’m going to have you burned at the stake for a little comment like that.” She nudged at his side quickly, her gaze promptly falling to the floor. “Not for me. What I would give for a little peace and quiet. Besides, I’ve been looking after myself for a long time, so I’m sure I’ll be fine.” The confidence she held for herself was unyielding, as it should be given her history in taking care of a household all by her lonesome. Even factoring out her father hadn’t been nearly as difficult as she had assumed, and Dakota had become rather well-adjusted when it came to running a household without his presence around the house. She knew that it was questionable to her friends, and that most of them feared that this was yet another way for her to repress her loss, but she was just aiming to be independent, and give up the ghost that had been haunting her for far too long. But Harper probably wouldn’t understand that, so she settled for a simple nod in response to all of his advice. “I’ve still been around, just not as much because of school starting again. I’ll probably end up taking you up on that offer once exams rear their ugly head, but I’m safe for now.” As much as she disliked accepting help, especially from him, Dakota wasn’t silly enough to turn down such a generous offer, especially when it meant saving money on buying her own copies. “Really? That’s pretty harsh.”
“You might start a war with one, didn’t I tell you how easily offended mages are? As if Ashbourne needs another reason to burn to the ground.” Even if joking felt nothing but off to him as of now, it was still his one and only real coping mechanism that refused to give up on him. It didn’t matter whether Dakota enjoyed it or not, deep down it was far better than moping for the rest of the day and he was more than sure Dakota enjoyed skipping on the sentimental parts of their conversation as well. Though they had reached the part of ‘friends’, she just didn’t know as much about him as she wanted to believe and he had only started to scratch the surface of her. “I never doubt that, but you also had to fit yourself after your dad, didn’t you? That makes it two people, not one. I know how tired you were back then, I just hope the move do you well, you need peace and quiet to finish off school. I had a roommate when I moved out from home, so it was another experience for me, but deep down it’s about being free, isn’t it? To start something new?” Yeah, he hadn’t expected her to agree to his offer right away but she hadn’t denied it either which was good enough for him, it was only the start of the year after all. “Well I do spend half of my time outside the hospital as well, so I guess we have just missed one another on the way back and forth. It will be worth it, trust me for once. I’ll mark the chapters you need to dig into the most and then you can just tell me if you need me to question you before the exam happens.” After all, to see her succeed was one of his goals for this year. “Harsh, yeah, but what can they do? They can’t have me enter people’s homes on my own, can they? It will blow over in no time.”
lyrafaulkner:
“I’m a journalist, Harper. Do you really think I give a shit about 100% accuracy? There’s no such thing in this field. Besides, who’s to say that it wasn’t true?” Why people directed their digs towards Katherine was beyond her. Not only did she fully comprehend why most people’s hatred for the woman ran so deep, but she didn’t really care to know either. Katherine was powerful, and Lyra was too in some ways as a result of their association. At the end of the day, that was all that mattered. “I’m not looking for safety. I’m looking for a career, which she can give me.” He was fighting an uphill battle, and one that Lyra found more amusing than anything else. Standing by what she had done to him was easy, and spitting back defenses was even easier. “I’d say it’s pretty interesting news now that she’s disappeared to god knows where. And given the responses I’ve been getting, the majority of Ashbourne seems to agree with me.” Whether he liked it or not, that was a matter of fact rather than opinion. It seemed she wasn’t the only one who had thought well of her writing. “You really do have an awful lot to say about Katherine. You should go tell it to someone who cares, because I really don’t care for trash-talking unless it involves my brother.” Lyra, fully intending to end the conversation there, was put at a halt as he began to question her further. Reluctantly, she turned around to him, but not without huffing first. “Rhiannon’s a big girl, I’m sure she could handle a little bit of press. Especially since she made her bed. Now, anything else you need to get off your chest? Because I have matters to attend to, and none of them involve arguing with a complete loser.”
“Of course you don’t none of you fucking do. That paper is nothing but a piece of crap, barely good enough to light a fire with”, he spit back at her. Though he kept reminding himself to stay low, to stay patient until she left, Lyra’s idiotic answers didn’t do much but to further his already sensitive nerves. She had no idea, had she? What type of town she had landed her dumb little butt in? Well to say he didn’t care about the paper or any other gossip that came rolling through the streets of Ashbourne, but he had grown aware of the lack of safety that came with Katherine’s presence and for those ready to dance around her feet. Her career wouldn’t get her far if the mutiny happening all around them was allowed to develop in any sense, and by the sound of it: Katherine was afraid of just that. “Yeah, have fun. Ashbourne is a bunch of paranoid masses at this point, you could tell them their eighty years old neighbor is guilty and some are going to believe you no matter what. I bet Orion is really proud of you, but I have no reason to trash talk him -- he hasn’t done me anything.” Harper finished off with a light huff, not wanting to further their talk in any way by accident. He wasn’t in the mood to argue with a person who wouldn’t listen, who clearly didn’t give a damn, it wasn’t his job to tell her off any way. “No, I don’t need you to take more things I say out of context. Good luck with that career of yours”, he only threw her one last smile, lacking of both warmth and seriousness regarding his own words. He waved her off the second after, turning on his heels with a quick pace to get away from her as fast as possible.
Bryan couldn’t help to give the poor man a sad smile, clearly he had no idea what kind of trouble he was in. It wasn’t Bryan setting the game, but he had to play the rules as the best as he could without going against to all he knew was right. And with how much Katherine was having a hand in processing Harper, he had a feeling that he would be tested. “Not threatening, only giving you a better sense of what kind of trouble you’re in, Mr. Clarke. I know you think you haven’t done anything wrong, but only way you can convince us of that is if you cooperate. Good to know.” Settling down on his chair, he sipped his coffee, keeping his expression neutral as Harper described what happened that night in question. Slightly grinding his teeth, Bryan could almost hear Elena cussing hijo de su puta madre from the other side of the glass as he confessed to wanting to set things right with Rhiannon. And hell, he would have too if he hadn’t seen how scared and confused Harper was. “How did you set things right? I know this hard for you, but the more details you give me, the sooner we can find her or help her if she needs help.” He replied calmly, casting a glance at the mirrored window. From Bryan’s experience, missing girlfriends were usually caused by jealous, violent boyfriends, a personal and intimate crime that didn’t fit the M.O of the murder. And sure, Bryan might have believed that Harper was good for it, but he also knew Rhiannon was a skilled fighter, best of her kind if he believed the rumors. Killing a fae was harder than it looked, not to include one that knew her way with a weapon, and with the search of the Clarke’s property, it was clear the man wasn’t much of a skilled mage. Maybe Rhiannon didn’t want to be found. “I’m guessing you and Ms. Lewis were romantically involved, she must have said where she was going. Lulu Rivers says she would have told her if she left Ashbourne so if she didn’t tell Lu then maybe she said something to you.”
Seeing Bryan’s stare shift between himself and the mirror across the room made him follow along, his nervousity growing alongside the older man’s words. He hadn’t done anything wrong, he didn’t just think that, he knew he hadn’t. However, convincing someone who was clearly out looking for someone potentionally missing he hadn’t, was a whole other case on its own. He didn’t have an alibi, he hadn’t even said good bye to his friends and they hadn’t asked for him until the very next morning when the damage had already been done. “I uh-- I wouldn’t say we were romantically anything”, Harper quickly defended against Bryan’s assumptions. “I don’t know what you’re supposed to call it but we have just grown a little close these past months, it was never anything serious -- I don’t think... Slept with her once, if that information is somehow needed. I asked her out on a second date, we spent Halloween together and I think she messed up along the way, sent out the wrong signals or something. Especially if she doesn’t...” he paused, leaning back in his chair as he went over his next set of words carefully. “Things had started to grow tense between us, I started to develop romantic feelings for her but I have no idea if she feels the same, I don’t really care at this point. I thought, hoped, that if I spit it out we could maybe discuss it somehow -- sort it out, because I enjoy talking to her but it took a turn for the worse as you can see. She didn’t say anything, she only stormed off and left me standing there like a damn fool. I’m not too sure what else she expected would happen, as she wasn’t exactly acting like someone who just wanted to make a friend.” He rolled his eyes at the thought, it was a sour thing to realize he hadn’t been wrong assuming she acted sweet and charming around everyone. God what an idiot he was. If she had just stayed more clear and open with him, none of this would have happened. “I don’t think I can help you any more than that, I’m sorry. I’m clueless.”
kick me out and let me go you don’t need me, i’m an angry soul shut me out and lock the door you don’t need me
“It’s fine. I shouldn’t have mentioned it.” She left it at that, not wanting to prolong the topic or allow it to bloom into something it didn’t need to be. Now definitely wasn’t the time for one of their petty arguments, with him still enraged in spite of his calmer front and her, completely unwilling to fall into their old habits once again. “Well, even if you don’t, you can always crash at my place if need be. Just because it’s close.” She felt the need to elaborate in order to avoid being forward, but surely they were at the stage in their relationship where she could be inviting with him without it being weird. Lifting her shoulders in a shrug, Dakota tucked one hand in the pocket of her jeans, the other by her side. “It’s going as smoothly as much as a move can. Obviously, it’s a bit of a pain in the ass given all the packing and what not, but I’m just happy to be getting a fresh start.” What she really meant was that she was content with no longer having to be faced with reminders of her father everywhere she turned, but she’d already breached that subject one too many times with him during the span of their conversation. Harper knew her well enough to be able to connect the dots, though. “What about you? I don’t see much of you around the hospital these days.”
“You’re free to talk about your father, Dakota, you know I’ll always listen no matter what. But I don’t tiptoe around the obvious either even if it hurts to think of. It’s a matter of facts over fiction, it’s hard to get things your way when you’re an underdog -- excuse the choice of word.” He wasn’t going to drag it out if Dakota wished to drop it, but the need to have the last word was a habit he was far away from dropping like the rest of his temper. The world was a harsh place and you had to adapt to surive, which he had come to understand, werewolves weren’t as fond of. Though the idea of not having to spend the rest of the night alone at his own place where not even drinks were enough to soothe his running train of thoughts, his brain went against the idea of putting an extra layer of burden on Dakota. She was already doing her best, more than most had at least, so he only left the option hanging in the air, leaving it behind with a thankful smile. “You need that. It’s... quite the freedom to finally move to your own place. Overwhelming at first, the silence is a bummer, and you might mess up time since you have no one else to care for or shape yourself after but it will fall to pieces eventually. If you need any more help just beep me, I feel like I’m going to pretty bored while I wait for this thing to blow over.” He shrugged. “It depends on how far back I’ll have to stretch this answer. Besides celebrating my birthday on New Years I haven’t done much but worry...” How had it been possible to relax after Rhi’s harsh answer and lack of contact afterwards, and to know she was nowhere to be found now as well. “Well you haven’t stuck your nose in, have you? Is school keeping you busy? I’m still serious about lending you medical books you might need for your finals or help you study for it. Trust me, there’s quite a bunch you need to remember and get down. Though, I don’t think you’re going to find me at the hospital either until this mess goes away. My boss is not going to let me do my ordinary shifts without having someone else follow along, no matter if he believes me or not.”
“I don’t expect anything of you. You’ve done enough for me as it is.” Lyra always tended to stir the pot, treading way past the lines drawn by her opponent and ruffling their feathers to the greatest degree in the process. Harper was no exception, and she was having a great time just seeing him squirm. The truth was she wasn’t sorry; not even in the slightest, and she probably never would be, even if he did explain to her all that was wrong with what she’d done. That was just how her one track mind worked. “Bland gossip? Did you hit your head and forget who exactly you were sleeping with? It wasn’t just some ordinary Ashbourne resident, dear. That’s what makes it news. The people want to know all there is about the Council members these days, and Katherine was more than happy to steer the attention away from herself and her family for a change.” She walked around him, her arms folded across her chest as her look of amusement prospered. “The response to it has been generally rather positive, so I wouldn’t hold your breath if I were you.” Promptly rolling her eyes, Lyra had to hold back yet another scoff at his suggestion. “That’s laughable, as are you.”
“Yeah? Can’t wait for the moment half of that text turn out to be false and you’re the one who ends up with their ass on the street. Your boss has an awful temper and she likes to blame people for all sorts of stuff. You’re not her friend, Lyra, you’re not safe just because you filled a page with pure bullshit and the closer you get to her, the more wood you will put on your own fire.” The more she spoke, the more his patience started to run through fingers like delicate sand. Not to say he wasn’t known to share his thoughts and opinions with people, but it was rare for him to spit them onto the face of others. Lyra could be related to whomever she wanted, have a glass with whomever she wanted, write about whomever she wanted but it was all just part of a big, ugly illusion created by the ones on the top. “I slept with her six months ago, how’s that new? I’ve done journalism, I know what ‘news’ means. She’s free to do whatever she wants and so am I -- you’re just fishing because someone is desperate and that’s all. Katherine?” Harper snorted, pulling a hand through his hair to collect his thoughts. “Of course, you see what I’m talking about here? She’s ready to stab anyone in the back but she’s just digging her own grave. She’s stuck and she’s dragging the most fragile of strings to save her bony ass from falling. Have you thought about what might happen if Rhiannon comes back? If she isn’t dead like you so dearly want her to be? Or what if you put me in jail and let the actual serial killer run free? Do you think they’ll stop just because I’m out of the picture? How about you do your fucking job and dig up the real stuff. I will be laughing, yes, but not today.”
“Wow. Okay.” She had gone out on a limb by mentioning her father in an attempt to relate what he was going through, but in his current rage, she should’ve known better than to think he wouldn’t throw it back in her face. Ordinarily, that would have been enough in addition to his mood for her to shut off emotionally or walk off, but he’d received the brunt of her anger more times than she could count on both hands, so it was probably right for her to do the same for him. That didn’t mean she was willing to become his punching bag, but sitting by him and persisting with her efforts to comfort him would suffice. “Then I don’t know what else to tell you, except that you’ll survive this in time. I know you will.” She place a hand on his shoulder, her lips curling into the most comforting smile she could muster. “I’m fine, but I’ll join you anyways. Just because you’re going to need someone to drag you home at the end of the night.” She smiled, gesturing to the direction of the tavern. Her tone had shifted from being serious to now being lightly relaxed as she began to joke. Dakota could only hope that it would help ease him up a bit, as well as the change of scenery. “Plus I can get you cheap drinks at work. Perks of being friends with me.”
“I’m sorry to put it that way, but that’s how the system works and you can’t cheat it. Fucking shitty, but all we can do right now is wait for that system to start crumbling down.” As if either of them had cared one bit about the system of Ashbourne, hell he still didn’t want to but the corner they had put him in made it a case impossible to ignore. He knew the person (or bland corpse) responsible, as the author of the article had very nicely spelled her name out for him and to be honest... it didn’t do much to ease his annoyance much. The only thing he had ever done to Katherine was ask her how she was doing, she was the one who had snapped at him with a childish tantrum -- two times! “I don’t think there’s much you can do, Dakota, I’ll just have to wait this one out and see what happens. Thanks, anyway, my head is just blocking out my common sense. I’m not planning on getting drunk, but alcohol is a bless when you need to calm down and I’m going to tear my apartment to pieces if I just stay at home.” Harper rolled his eyes, doing his best to stay on level with Dakota’s own cheerfulness. He knew how much she must have mustered up for that joke and smile alone, it wasn’t like her to show this much care but he wasn’t going to say he didn’t like seeing it play out in front of him. She needed it as well. “Makes me wonder why I don’t drink more. How’s your move coming along, by the way?”