bad moon rising;;

alara kayacan | 25 isabella whittaker | 26 jackson 'jax' daniels | 28 matthew thompson | 30 brooklyn mitchell | 28

[brightstvrlights]

"Witch, really?" Charlotte giggles, delighting in Jackson's self-made discomfort as she continues to pull the curtains away from each other; pausing the action at his offer. "Hmm, you do owe me a Christmas present, so I'll consider it." She moves over to the edge of his bed, moving his feet over so she can lounge across it. "So why were you getting blackout drunk at May's anyway, Daniels? What's going on?" She searches his face expectantly for a confession before wrinkling her nose. "Also, you need to get in the shower, you stink." @heartofasoldier

[heartofasoldier]

"That's practically a compliment Charliekins, you should be flattered." The athlete teased in return, immediately groaning and flinching away from the light as she ruthlessly flooded his apartment with light. "And here I thought we agreed that Christmas presents were overrated. It was only if I forgot your birthday that you were going to light a candle and shove it up my ass..." He drawled before reaching for his boxer briefs from the floor before pulling them on. "Nothing, just felt like switching it up. Why wait till Saturday when you have mortal Monday. You gonna join me if I agree to shower?" @brightstvrlights

[brightstvrlights]

Addison smirks at the response, closing the fridge door nonchalantly and sidling up to the counter opposite Jackson. "My sincerest apologies, handsome. Looks like we're ordering brunch in then, something tells me you're not ready to make small talk in a cafe just yet. Was it the tequila?" @heartofasoldier

[heartofasoldier]

"Small talk in a cafe, next you'll be calling it a date and I'll be making a move to the exit. Status quo and all." Jackson teased, though despite the playful nature of his tone his features remained void of amusement. "If it was just tequila, I'd be sunshine and rainbows right about now. It was the beer, bourbon and gin before the tequila that fucked me over... how are you so, peachy?" @brightstvrlights

[oculiaperticlausi]

Arms raise up over her chest, crossing them. Her name leaving his mouth once again before the blonde zips out there, it makes her aware he thought that girl was her especially as he looks at her in confusion and realizes his mistake instantly. If this moment had happened a week ago, maybe she could have felt something other than the nothing dragging her under from all the grief. Grief he didn't seem to notice she was going through. It's how she knew he didn't care about anything else around him expect for whatever made him happy. Not a text, not a call. Only a call from a third party to drag her out of her apartment to get him home even with the stuff she has on her plate. Planning a funeral, figuring out whether Bash should be buried or cremated yet none of it mattered to him. Even the ones I love, P Davis. God, if only he realized if he would have said it to her on New Years how differently things would have gone but instead he left her standing there and proceeded to make out with his date as if she wasn't watching him the whole time. "This is how you tell me? That you love me? By letting me know I will always be the person you fuck up the most." She drops her hands to her side. "Well lucky for you, Daniels. You can't fuck me up anymore." I don't feel anything. Tears stream down her cheeks as she turns her head to look away from him. "Let's get you home. I was in the middle of something before you demanded they get me here for your show." She walks over to him and grabs his arm, moving it across her shoulders to walk him out of the bathroom.

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[heartofasoldier]

How could he have gotten it so wrong. One moment Parker was moaning into his mouth, fumbling at his belt as he hitched the hem of her dress up over her thighs, her heady breath mixing with his own and the next she was taking off out the door. Only it *wasn't *Parker. Parker was out of reach, tears streaming down her face as she stared down the barrel of disappointment at the mess that was the broken athlete. "I didn't say I lov--" a hiccup escapes him and he shakes his head, no, that wasn't a conversation for a bathroom stall, nor while he was seeing two of her. Instinctively he reaches for her, her words tugging at heartstrings he didn't even know existed before leaning back against the wall as the world tilts. His tall frame slumps, defeat etching itself into his features. "Why." He croaks, as she with more force than he expects manages to pull him upright as her small frame fits under his arm. "Why do you do it? I push you away, I treat you like you're nothing and still -- you're still fucking kind to me." He remarks, the word kind rolling off his tongue as if it might burn him. @oculiaperticlausi

[oculiaperticlausi]

Isabel tilts her head to the side, her eyes flickering up to him as she reaches for her newly poured drink. She picks it up with her thumb and index finger. She can feel the eyes of his friends, it's almost funny; the eyes on them. "Or maybe it's a warning." She muses. "You know that's a challenge I'm willing to accept." She's never been good at backing down from something that might not be good for her.

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[heartofasoldier]

Her words do little to deter his already lack of sobriety and it becomes all too clear that if he squints ever so slightly, she cold almost, *almost *pass for another certain blonde. "More bad news for you Elsa, warnings never really work with me." He drawled, turning on his barstool to face her as he motioned to the bartender for another round. "Careful, challenges tend to lead to competition and I don't loose. Ever.." @oculiaperticlausi

[oculiaperticlausi]

Hazal shakes her head, a soft laugh leaving her. "I'll remember that." She teases as her eyes lift up to him. "I heard you've been checking on me a lot." She drifts her gaze across her features. It was odd to tell Alara all about Rebecca's twin, of course, she skipped over the part where she had held feelings for the man her whole life. Maybe, her sister assumes it was trauma bonding. Maybe, that's all it was. She nods her head at his words, pressing her lips. "Yeah, I guess it is pretty normal for family to be worried." She hates that she made her little sister worry especially when she's been alone in this. "I know you could but I promise not tell anyone, I do… If that matters." She whispers, her eyes raising up to his. "Okay, let's be quick."

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[heartofasoldier]

"A lot might be laying it on thick. I take it a certain little sister was behind such rumors?" The surgeon returned without a moments hesitation, though the truth remained within the softening of his features. Rebecca would never have forgiven him if he hadn't done everything in his power to see to it that Hazal was offered the very best care. Moreover he wouldn't have forgiven himself. Nodding some he offered her a gentle smile at the mention of sibling concern; something he would never experience given his was taken all too soon. The hole in his life that his twin left behind remained unfilled to this day. Still, life went on. "I trust you, Hazal." Was but all he returned with as he offered a nod before moving to the door to the lead the way. "Okay. If we get caught, you got lost…"

[eclvpses]

The conversation seemed to suddenly veer on the side of serious. Quinn wasn’t sure if she should lean into it or back away. This situationship, as she so proudly enjoyed calling it, was new - but it was some of the most fun she’d had since arriving to Marina. “That’s fine, I’ve been told I’m a shit roommate.” She was still couch hopping as it was - or more so person hopping. Charming her way into people’s homes and their beds. It was dangerous, all things considered, but that added to part of the thrill. “We’d make a perfect match if you think about it. I wouldn’t even be that clingy. As long as we have a passionate night every once in a blue moon you can hook up with whatever puck bunnies you want. That’s what they’re called, right?”

[heartofasoldier]

"A shit roommate, you say. Could be a matter of perspective, that or you're refreshingly fucking honest." Jackson drawled, studying the brunette for a moment longer before his lips quirked up in the corners ever so slightly. Amusement danced dangerously accross his features. "A passionate night... Now you're starting to make me wonder if I took your virginity or something, Q." He taunts. "But yes, they're called puck bunnies. Who's to say you wouldn't become one of them?" @eclvpses

[oculiaperticlausi]

Chase heads in after her, his hand moving out to rest against her lower back or hover. He alternates between actually allowing his hand to brush against her and not touching her at all. As they get to the nurse's station, he waits next to her, glancing over at her then to the nurse as she goes to look at what's going on with her sister. As the nurse explains what's going on, a part of him wonders if he's ready to comfort her on the level she'll need if her sister doesn't make it through the operation. He presses his lips together as he turns his head to look over at her. "If she's anything like you, Alara. She's going to see this through to the other side." He whispers, moving his hand to her arm, brushing his fingers down it then up. "Let's go sit or find a doctor who might be able to talk you through this."

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[heartofasoldier]

The world seems to tilt on it's very axis and the air all but sucked abruptly from her lungs rendering her into a series short shallow breathes. Her head spins and she wobbles on her feet, only catching herself by reaching out to place a hand upon his shoulder in an attempt to steady the world around her. The brunette frowns some in response to his words, little does he know how wrong he is. Hazal was better, the very best of their family. Least that was how she had always seen her big sister, shinning bright like the diamond she was upon a pedestal that was always just beyond her reach. "Can we sit? I don't think hearing that all again just with different jargon is going to help." She admitted quietly, before shifting to an empty corner in the wait room. It was only when the quiet save for the sounds of the hospital in the distance, engulfed her that she could finally hear her heart returning to a steady rhythm, mind clearing. "Thank-you." She whispered, reaching over to grip his hand as she did. "For staying -- for being you." @oculiaperticlausi

[brightstvrlights]

Charlotte doesn't comprehend the implications of her challenging remarks until Jackson's lips are on hers and she's kissing him back with no regard for whether it's right or wrong. She doesn't know why she's surprised, she knows Jackson well enough to know he would seldom deny an invitation like this. Maybe some part of her just wanted to know if he'd cross that line with her, and right now she's happy he has as she threads her hands around his neck. It doesn't have to mean anything after all, they have a mutual understanding about their friendship. But if Junior won't pine for her like she wants him to, she may as well enjoy her bad alcohol-infused choices for a moment; temporarily filling the unwelcome void that Junior has left.

Charlotte is a war of emotions and ideas when she finally unlaces herself from Jackson, full of want and uncertainty as she looks around the room before casting her eyes up at him through her mask. "I don't think they were even looking..." she breathes. She doesn't care. But does he? @heartofasoldier

[heartofasoldier]

Jackson watched on from above, noting the way in which her gaze flitted about the room as if searching for a reason not to take him up on his unspoken offer. A silent challenge. And when she found none the answer was clear. Their attempts had been futile and while the evening had not gone about as planned, there remained a chance for redemption or was it damnation? Looking past her he too scoured the crowd for the other two and failed to locate either. "Then how about we get the fuck out of here. You wanna head back to yours or --- you're welcome to finish what we started back at mine?" Because there was nothing quite as exhilarating as pouring gasoline over an already raging fire. @brightstvrlights

[oculiaperticlausi]

Fingers raise up to brush the back of her neck and to the strands of her hair, playing with them as his eyes focus on her. "Don't apologize," he whispers. "I understand the things going on in your head." There was a period of time where he had thought the same thing because he wasn't sure if he was the problem. He's not sure he would have taken the same steps as her but he's sure he would have tried to create some separation if the roles had reversed. "Whatever it takes," he murmurs as he kisses her back, a small smirk curving his features as he rolls her onto her back. His fingers move to brush along her cheek as he nods his head, a smile curving his features. "Why do you think I plan on repeating it until you realize I mean it?"

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[heartofasoldier]

Tracing idle lines accross his chest, her gaze flitted accross his toned skin, reveling in the warmth he radiated. It was moments like this that she had missed the most. The small things, talking in bed after a long day apart, cooking dinner together and finding ways to prolong getting out of bed to go about their days on the weekend. "I should apologize though --- we both know conflict was never really my strong suit. I'm lucky you're as patient with me as you've been." She mused, a light chuckle escaping her as he rolls her onto her back. "Is that why you're holding me hostage this morning? Because last I checked, today I have some belongings to collect and bring back here today." @oculiaperticlausi

[oculiaperticlausi]

Adaline brushes her fingers along the side of the mug in her hand, chewing on her lower lip as she glances down to the hot liquid inside of it. She wishes she knew how to explain that it feels like she's had this massive crush on Zachary for most of her life and now it's this full blown… thing. She nods her head at the other's words, unsure how to even explain all of it to her best friend, to explain that she's not sure if it will be anything more than what it is because the idea of doing the same thing she tried doing with Viktor for years and feeling unfortunately like the secret pick-me-girl which wasn't a feeling she liked. Instead she allowed herself to be a secret most of the time but she knew whatever this was with Zachary was way different than Viktor because there was a bigger chance of her actually falling for the Oliver guy. "I don't know if I'm there yet," she admits in a soft voice. "Is that bad?"

@heartofasoldier

[heartofasoldier]

The brunette studies her best friend as she stares down at her cup a little too long. Why did it feel as though they had only breached the tip of the iceberg when it came to the situation that had unfolded between her brother and best friend. Either way, Brooklyn had never been one to pry unnecessarily especially when it came to her person. Adaline would tell her if and when she wanted. Until then she would support her in any way she could. "None of it is bad, Ada. There is no specific timeline for any of this --- and if you don't know then better to do nothing rather than make a mistake." She mused, before reaching over to settle a hand on the others wrist. "Just know that whatever happens, you're still my best friend and I'm here for you. Always." @oculiaperticlausi

[oculiaperticlausi]

Hazal nods her head at her sister's words, turning her head to look down at her hands as she brushes her fingers together. "Okay." She says softly, knowing she wasn't sure how she was going to react to seeing her own attack happen right in front of her. She shakes her head at her sister's words, turning her head to look over at her. "I don't really have anyone else," it's a sad confession. She clears her throat as she glances to the television. "How long was I going to be here?"

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[heartofasoldier]

There was very little the younger sister could offer the other that would ease the internal storm she knew the other was likely battling. All she could do was be there to see her through it, to know that she wasn't alone and never would be. "I don't know how true that is." The woman added, stealing a look toward the door before she continued as if he might appear at any given moment. "Your surgeon has been checking in on you more than the nurses." Offering a small shrug of indifference Alara exhaled a small sigh. "Wish I could tell you. Last I heard they said something about keeping you in for another night or so but I'm no medical expert." @oculiaperticlausi

[oculiaperticlausi]

His fingers intertwine with hers, his gaze drifts back to her when she comes to an abrupt stop inches away from the door. Chase has no idea what's waiting in there for her; no idea what the ideas of the call were and whether or not her sister survived the attack. "I'm not going anywhere." He tells her softly. "No matter what I will stay by your side." He means it, whatever happens when they walk through the door he will stay with her.

@heartofasoldier

[heartofasoldier]

The youngest Kayacan expected nothing less than for the other to flee, to run at the first opportunity given the circumstances because it was what she had done. They barely knew one another, bound together by nothing but a few vows at the end of a whirlwind weekend. Of course when he didn't flee she was left reeling and unable to process such a display of sincere kindness, as they approached the administration. "My sister, Alara Kayacan -- she was stabbed, one of your nurses called me." She muttered, anchored by little more than the teether that was his hand. A few moments later a nurse approached and motioned them through to an adjacent waiting room before asking who they were. "I'm her sister and he's-- he's with me." The brunette explained before the nurse launched into an update, her words fell upon deaf ears but what Alara did manage to pick up was that she was stable but in the operating theater and it would be some time before she was able to see her. "She's still alive and she'll get through this. She has to get through this, right?" She muttered, as she turned back to Chase upon the nurses departure. @oculiaperticlausi

[oculiaperticlausi]

Nothing on her expression changes despite her sister snapping about her words. Hazal plays with the sheet she is laying under, chewing on her lower lip as she turns her head to look down at her lap. "Yeah." She can't seem to find the words or figure out how she's feeling. All she knows she is alive, there is nothing else to focus on right. She glances down at the hand Alara is holding. She knows she has to talk about it eventually, Ben and Jake will be coming to ask her questions. She doesn't want to scare Alara by talking about it. Her head turns to look at her sister again, parting her lips. "I want to see it. If there is footage." She's not sure there is a camera anywhere near her apartment but she knows if there magically is a video. She wants to see it.

@heartofasoldier

[heartofasoldier]

Numb. It was but the only word to describe the way in which she had felt in the hours that had spanned from that initial phone call to the moment her sister had finally opened her eyes. It had felt like an eternity, a hopeless one as she did little but pace and sit and wait. "We'll talk to the police when we're able -- if there's footage, you'll see it." She aggreged, offering a curt nod despite her concern. "Is there anyone you want me to call? I can have someone swing by your place and pick up some things if it'll help?" @oculiaperticlausi

[oculiaperticlausi]

Adaline brushes her thumbs against the mug. "I'm not hopelessly or pathetically in love with him." She feels the need to admit, the idea that someone like Jack had thought she was made her nervous that's what everyone thought of her, a girl who was pathetic by loving people who clearly wouldn't love her back. She places the mug down as she adjusts her seating, pulling her leg closer. "We have a banter, it's like a game of cat and mouse. It got physical for the first time before the crawl. I got drunk, may have told him I liked him." She exhales. "I just don't want anything to change between us, between him and I." She shrugs.

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[heartofasoldier]

Her best friend's words pull a hearty laugh from the brunette that bubbles up and over her lips. "I didn't suggest any thing of the sort. Not that I would judge you if you were, well actually I might just a little because your *taste *could do with some work --- but still." Brooklyn replied, taking another sip of cocoa before returning her cup to the coffee table before them. "Okay, spare me the details on that part, but do tell how you figured things would stay the same after you two got physical? Because there's boundary crossing with friends then there's setting it alight and walking away…" @oculiaperticlausi

[oculiaperticlausi]

Hazal chuckles then winces, placing her hand on her stomach. "I resent that comment. I am quite hilarious, Matthew Thompson or… should I say Dr. Thompson?" She muses as she raises her eyes up to him, pressing her lips together. She knows how much this scared her sister because if the roles were reversed she would have been a mess. "I hate that I worried her." Even though she knows it's not her fault. "I heard someone else died." She whispers, her eyes not leaving Matthew. "Do you think you could take me to see her?" She doesn't know how to explain it. Inside, she wants to convince herself it's all for Viktor but there's something else that wants to see it, wants to know why she survived and the other girl didn't. "I know you shouldn't. I know I'm not her family or anything but… Please. Please let me see her."

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[heartofasoldier]

Her response evokes the smallest of smiles from the man and he shakes his head a she returns her chart to the end of her bed. "The truth is often hurtful." He teased, before the amusement faded from his expression to make way for something much more genuine. "For you, Matthew is fine." The doctor returned, before nodding some. "Isn't that all part of it, family are always going to worry." He reassured, brows furrowing at her request. "Hazal.." he began, exhaling a sigh at her request which should have been an immediate no, least that would have been the professional answer. Alas the expression that taints her features along with her plea has his resolve crumbling. "I could get us both in some serious trouble by agreeing to this, you know that right?" He drawls before moving to her bedside to attempt to help her stand. "If it'll put your mind at rest. But we have to be quick." @oculiaperticlausi

[oculiaperticlausi]

Mateo's fingers brush across her shoulder as he rolls to face her completely. He doesn't want her out of his sight, out of his embrace. Not with all the deaths and some. He kisses her back quickly before she can pull away, his fingers brushing shapes across her skin as he keeps his eyes on her. "I will." He whispers. "We can adopt," he looks at her. "You know that, right? There's lots of options and paths for us to choose that will still give us a family. Keep us together. After all of this…" he refers to everything that's happened the last few months. "I just want you, Brooklyn Mitchell. Nothing else matters but you."

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[heartofasoldier]

No matter how many times he repeats himself in affirming they can make it work by exploring alternative options, it fails to shake the profound feeling of guilt that hangs over her in knowing she is the problem; the defective one. Selfishly however, the need to pursue the future they had planned, the dreams they had together and individually outweighs such negative thoughts. "I know, I'm sorry." She breathes, exhaling a heavy sigh in an attempt to lessen the unseen weight lingering on her shoulders. "We'll explore our options, IVF, adoption… *whatever *it takes." Brook added, leaning over to place a chaste kiss to his lips in silent promise. His words evoke a grin that slowly widens. "You know you said those exact words when you proposed all those years ago. And they say lightening doesn't strike twice." She teased. @oculiaperticlausi

[oculiaperticlausi]

closed — @heartofasoldier

One phone call; someone covering her shift to inform her Jackson was there and drunk as hell. They couldn't get him out of the bar and all they could do was make out her name. For some reason she leaves her bed, sweats, a t-shirt and puffy cheeks that clearly let everyone who she passes by know she isn't doing well. She walks up to the bar, leaning against it. "Where is he?" She asks, her friend gesturing to the hall. She turns to walk away, barely hearing them try to call her back. She walks to the bathroom and pushes it open to a view she should be used to by now. His jeans around his ankles and the girl against the wall finding her standing there. A little huff; her name breathlessly leaving his mouth. "Are you kidding me?" She whispers. The girl scrambles to get away from him and storms past her, Parker stands there and stares at him; not being able to wrap her head around what she heard when she walked in. "Is this why you had them call me here?" She doesn't even stop the tears from rolling down her cheeks. "Haven't you hurt me enough?"

[heartofasoldier]

One phone call; your achilles hasn't healed the way it should have. One phone call was enough to put him into a complete tail spin. Jackson had always been able to hold his liquor, hell, he was sure just by being apart of the professional hockey community it was a given. When your name was painted in lights and screamed by adoring puck bunny's, partying became second nature. Only Jackson had strayed from getting black out obliterated for a number of years -- the monster he became when he got to that point wasn't worth facing the consequences of his actions. And yet that was exactly what he was left doing the moment the blonde walked in, destroying any chance he had of ending his night on a high as the other blonde untangled herself from his embrace and scarpered. "Parker don't leave--" he muttered, watching her leave only for the voice, her voice, to come from the intruder. Confusion flickered accross his face, before her words hit him full force and realization sunk in. "Fuck, fucking fuck." He cursed, pulling his jeans from the floor to fasten them at his hips. "You sh-hould know better than anyone, all I do is hurt people. Even the ones I l-ove, P Davis." He slurred, a lazy smile that was more sad than anything else quick to taint his features. "They're the ones I really fuck up the most and I h-ate it." @oculiaperticlausi