my cynical ways

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dancerxdevereaux:

“Please just stop talking a moment. I’m famished and right now I feel like I could eat an entire town. I need some focus…” Raquelle’s eyes had darkened and seemed to make her look paler than usual. She had only finished eating an hour ago and yet she still felt like she was going to d i e of hunger if she didn’t guzzle twelve gallons of blood right that moment.

“I -- sorry, I didn’t -- I’ll stop talking now.” He stopped talking, brows tugged together in concern as he looked across at the other, waiting to see if she’d be alright.

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doctorxmayhem:

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t do that!” Ximena looked on as the other was suddenly pinned to the wall by giant, heavy vines and flowers. She had only been trying to make her fuschia grow. Before she knew what was going on all the plants in her greenhouse seemed to quadruple in size, overtaking her visitor and nearly trapping Ximena herself. “I don’t know what’s going on! Hold on!” It was surprising but it was also pretty hilarious and she couldn’t help but to laugh as she tried to coax the plants back to normal.

“Ah --- is this normal? Cause this definitely doesn’t seem normal.” He grumbled from behind the plant, trying to push the vines away from himself, and allowing him some breathing room.

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probationaryfae:

“Do I look like I know what’s going on?” Kevin demanded, keeping his feet well off the floor. Apparently the only thing worse than being regular sick, was being imp sick. He was bad enough with his abilities as it was, this was a curveball he really didn’t need.

“Suppose that was just wishful thinking. Kind of hoping that someone around here would have something of an answer.”

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rosaliyagautier:

“It happens. Trying to get any kind of silence or space in this town has always been difficult — forget about it. Running out of town would surely be a better alternative, but I’d say that’s not really an option right now. Not for me, at least. Well, Jaxon, it’s nice to meet you. Even if you’re crashing in on my safe haven.”

“Yeah, tell me about it. Exactly why I like taking a run out into the woods, less likely to run into anyone looking to talk about recent events. Seems most people are choosing to stick it out. Sorry, I can leave you to it, if you’d like.”

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greyson-roberts:

Standing in sheer silence with a lump caught deep in his throat, Grey could only manage to listen to Jaxon as he spoke, keeping focus on him and nothing else. “Yes.—I did, yes.” What was seen of the other that night, Grey never in a million years thought he’d see such a side of Jaxon that truly got to him in such a way. The things said, the things that could have happened had Grey not gotten in the middle, it scared the man to see the love of his life acting in such a manner. As badly as he’d like to deny it, only Grey would know half the reason for skipping out of Salem’s Point in the dead of night, disappearing into the wind. And that unspoken would always be because of what he had seen that night, such violence tendencies that extremely took him by surprise. With that between seeing his dead father walking around as if the accident hadn’t happened and the stress of having to deal with handling the countless sources and stories eventually got a hold of Grey with it’s rough hands, threatening to drag him over the edge. “I promise I’ll keep an open-mind, I won’t jump to any conclusions if that’s what you’re worried about.” Another smile later and he found himself brushing his thumb over Jaxon’s skin, reassuring the other that he was still there, would still be there after the words were spoken. Whether he liked them or not. All the possible scenarios ran through his mind like silent films, and perhaps it’s the paranoia he gotten from his mother. Never have the two of them thought of actually straying from the other, at least he hoped. If Grey had been asked what Jaxon’s must difficult moment in life was, this moment in time would be the answer. He could see it all over the other’s face how hard it is, it would be, to say what was needed. “Like I said, ‘us always’. Nothing will change that.”

There was the confirmation that was settled in the back of his mind, that Greyson had seen more than what Jaxon had wanted him to, at any given time. The outbursts of anger, the need to get off the street; those were things he could talk his way out of. But the rest, the things that he wanted Greyson to stay far, far away from, he couldn’t. He had felt it that night, the shift that was always ready and waiting for the night of the full moon, prickling under his skin. His hand lifted, running fingers through his hair, searching his mind for the words that would make this all easier. But how could this be easy? He was truly considering how to tell Greyson that he was a werewolf, and that all those stories or movies they watched late at night were true. Vampires, werewolves --- even the skinwalkers that wore the faces of those from their pasts. Even like the skinwalker he had killed. Dropping his hand back to his side, Jaxon lowered his gaze from the man that meant the world to him. “I wouldn’t be so sure.” He commented softly, inhaling deeply before he nodded his head. It was now or never, for he knew the longer he pushed it off, the more Greyson would want to know. “The night we went to dinner, you saw your ---” his words cut out for a moment, an uneasiness settling over him. “And I told you it wasn’t what you thought it was. There’s things in this world, Grey; things that can’t be explained by logic. Only by --- magic.” The words came out hesitantly, Jaxon knowing that he likely sounded crazy, like he’d gone off his rocker. “I said it was hard to explain, because I’m not even sure I could explain it to myself. And I couldn’t, not at first, which is why I was so distant those months leading up to me leaving.” He recalled those moments, after the bonfire, when he’d woken up to the bite mark completely healed as if it had never happened. He thought he’d had a very terrible, very real nightmare. But then the full moon happened, and for the first time in his life, Jaxon had no idea what was happening or what could happen. “That bonfire I went to, at the end of graduation, something happened. Something that changed me.” His gaze flickered up to Greyson, trying to decipher how he was taking all this, how it was all sinking in before his gaze dropped back down. “I was bitten by a wolf, or what I thought was a wolf. But by the next morning, the wound was healed and --- I didn’t know what was happening until the full moon.” His words finally ended, hoping that Greyson was picking up on what he was trying to say, what he found he couldn’t fully say.

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greyson-roberts:

Mouth open ready to speak, but his voice had been cut off when Jaxon took his hand and lead them away from the busy street. The tone in the other’s voice lead Grey to believe, what ever it was that he wanted to say, it wasn’t for the ears of others. Which only made him more curious, itching to have the answers he so desperately wanted, needed. He frowned, just a little, when Jaxon couldn’t find it in him to look in his eyes as he spoke, prompting Grey to reach out and place his right index finger under the other’s chin, gently tilting his head up. “Hey, Jaxon, look at me.” He asked of the other, a small, genuine smirk pulling at the corners of his lips as he waited. “Don’t be ashamed to tell me anything, you know I’m with you; always, no matter what.” Grey viewed it as yet another obstacle in their way as if it was testing their faith in each other. They were in this life together, as rocky as it seems, there isn’t one thing he could think of that would truly drive them apart no matter how hard things seem to get for them. Speed bumps, cracks in the foundation, everyone goes through them, and some don’t make it to the end feeling the same way as before. “I know you did, I understand that.” He said is a softer tune, giving the other any amount of reassurance needed. Grey truly believed Jaxon left for good reasons, but it were those exact reasons he wanted to hear. “You know I love you, Jax. So whatever it is that you’re terrified of telling me, I will still be standing here. Right next to you.” With that words said, he moved his hand down to take the other’s into his, intertwining their fingers together like he were locking himself in place 

How could he start this conversation? How could he find the right words to tell Greyson that he was a werewolf, without the other thinking he had completely lost it? It was obvious he was struggling, unable to form the words on his tongue, unable to look up at the other. So when he felt the finger coaxing him to look up, Jaxon inhaled softly before he lifted his head, gaze seeking out the other’s. It was the other words falling from Greyson’s tongue that felt like a punch to his gut, reminding him of what a mistake it had been to leave in the first place, to run with his tail tucked between his legs. He couldn’t find any words to say, instead listening to the other as he spoke, reminding Jaxon of how good a person he was. At times, he almost wished that Grey hadn’t found his way to Salem’s, that it had been any other city or town he chose to put roots down in. But he knew the other so well, and knew he would go where a good story was. And boy did Salem’s Point have plenty of good stories. His gaze suddenly dropped, focusing on their intertwined fingers. Giving the other’s hand a soft squeeze, Jaxon released a breath he hadn’t even realized he’d been holding until then, closing his eyes for a brief moment before opening them to locate Greyson’s features once again. “I love you too, Grey. And I always will. But what’s going on, it’s --- hard to explain, but even harder to believe. What it is ---” his words trailed off, brows pulling together as he concentrated on how or what he was going to say. His free hand lifted, rubbing against the back of his neck before it slowly dropped back by his side. “That last time we were together, before I needed to get away from the crowds....you saw something, didn’t you? I mean, you saw something different about me?”

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cassidygautixr:

“Is this all you’re ever going to talk about now? My hormones? You used to be fun.”

“So that’s a yes. Hey, I’m still the most fun you’ll have around here.”

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rosaliyagautier:

“Exactly the reason I’m out here. I don’t do the whole socialising with people thing particularly well, so hence the out in the middle of the woods thing — safe haven. That I am. Rosaliya. So, you know who I am, so enlighten me, who are you?”

“Guess that means I’m intruding on your safe haven, sorry about that. Running further into the woods usually helps block out what’s going on in town right now. Oh, I’m Jaxon. I’ve been living with Cassidy for some time now. It’s nice to meet you.”

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greyson-roberts:

Finally stepping away from Jaxon, Grey tucked his hands away into his pant pockets, foot playing with a loose pebble on the ground. “I need you to be completely honest with me.” After a brief pause of collecting himself, he managed to get the words out, his eyes a voiceless plea to the other. Grey be damned if he turned away from this, too much had happened in the interim that it felt as if he’s been in the dark about a whole lot of crap. Light needed to be shed and the now was a great time as any. “We’d be lying to ourselves if we said I didn’t know you inside and out. I’m not stupid, Jaxon…or blind,” He started to say, sucking in a breath, holding the air in his lung just before he let it all out with a heavy sigh. Ducking away his head a moment, Grey found it difficult to form a sentence, found it difficult to suck in anymore breaths fearing what he might hopefully learn. “From what I’ve seen, you look perfectly healthy. This ‘something medically’ going on, I don’t buy. ” Never did it feel right to question the one you love, about anything, there was suppose to be a trust between one another. As bad as he wanted answers, it made Grey sick to his stomach. “So what is it?—What’s the real reason you left, Jaxon? “

Being honest, it was something that Jaxon had needed to tiptoe around since he learned what had happened to him, since he had discovered what he was now. He had needed to make excuses, create lies to give to those closest to him since he’d made the decision to leave Montreal behind. He had returned home, only to see his family though, and even then he had needed to come up with lies. Where he had been, what he had been doing; it was one after the other, and it was completely unlike him. Jaxon wanted to be open, to share only the truth with those he loved and cared about; especially Greyson. The space between them was more than just the few inches of concrete that separated them, and he felt it entirely too much. A heavy sigh parted his lips, a hand lifting to scratch at the back of his neck. Finally lifting his head, Jaxon glanced around them before he was looking back at Greyson, reaching out to take his hand. “Not here.” He spoke softly before he started walking, moving them away from the main street and any prying eyes or ears. Coming to a stop a short distance away, he dropped Grey’s hand before he turned to face him, though he was unable to meet his eyes. “There is something medically different about me, but it’s hard to explain. I don’t even think you would believe me if I tried to explain it.” He struggled with even those few words, unsure how to tell Greyson, the man he had grown to love and care about, that he was a werewolf. “I -- I left to keep you safe, to make sure I couldn’t hurt you.”

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Greyson & Jaxon — A Moodboard

“Because only you can set me free, so hold me close just like the first time. Flashing lights illuminate your halo and my pounding heartbeat thunders like a drum.”

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greyson-roberts:

Pulling his head back, Grey continued to hold Jaxon as he looked into his eyes as he spoke. “I know, but I feel the need to.” What with sneaking off back to Montreal for a few weeks without a single word to anyone. Fear, worry, panic were all the things to affect him and his decision to pack his things after that night. It almost made him wonder if that had been how Jaxon felt those few years ago. Their relationship was strong, but like most others, they too had cracks and dents in theirs. Sadly, it wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows, especially now with Grey returning with more questions than he had before he left. “Jax…don’t read too much into this; but we need to talk.” There were things left unsaid, things that didn’t make sense no matter how much he tried to piece the puzzle together. At first, Grey was okay with not knowing all the details about why Jaxon truly up and left one night, but now, after he’d seen a completely different side of the other and how unlike him it had been. Something was there, just below the surface, and like any other mystery, Grey wanted to get to the bottom of it. Because whatever it was—that wasn’t his Jaxon. He had never been scared by him before, not until that night. There were questions that needed answers, and despite who it was receiving them, he wouldn’t stop prying until he got them.

It was hard for him to keep his composure, to believe that the reason Greyson had suddenly left town wasn’t because of what he might have seen. Life in Salem’s Point was always a mystery, never knowing what was going to happen next, if it was going to be supernatural or not; and for a split moment after learning Greyson had left, Jaxon was almost glad. He wanted nothing more than for the other to be safe, and knowing how Grey was when it came to a story, he wasn’t all too sure that Salem’s was the safest place for him. The words soon parting from the other’s lips had nearly every muscle in his body tensing, and he would be foolish to think Grey wouldn’t notice. Had he seen anything that night? Had Jaxon slipped up and done something he would regret? Being in this life was a shock, and while he didn’t want Greyson to be a part of it, could he continue to lie and push it under the rug? Releasing a soft sigh, his head was soon nodding, “Yeah, yeah; I figured it was coming.” The words were spoken softly, Jaxon’s eyes closing for a few brief moments before he was opening them again to focus on the other.

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greyson-roberts:

There were plenty of mysterious stories revolving around Salem’s Point, them being the main reason Grey had decided to take the job at the Daily Point and move his entire life to America. The plan had been to stick his nose around where it didn’t belong until many old and new mysteries had been debunked. Never once did the twenty-eight year old expect to find himself experiencing the very things he sought to expose. Getting away seemed like the only real option before he drove into madness. Perhaps he thought a short time away would solve all the problems, yet here Grey was, back in town and things took a turn for the worse. “—Jaxon.” All it took was his name coming from the familiar voice to shut the rest of the world off in that moment, feet carrying him swiftly toward the other, quickly wrapping his arms around him as a heavy weight lifted from his chest. It didn’t matter what the other felt about Grey’s sudden departure from town, what indifference he himself felt because in that moment, having Jaxon in his arms, knowing he was safe spoke volumes. “Thank God you’re alright.—I’m so sorry.”

There was a moment, after he spoke Grey’s name out loud, that he was uncertain how this sudden reunion would go. Over the last couple of years, their relationship had been rocky and almost non-existent, what with Jaxon leaving first, then Greyson. He could feel his muscles tense when the other turned towards him, when his mind raced at what could be said or done. The last time he had seen Greyson was a few nights before a full moon, when he had barely been holding onto any of control. But in a matter of moments, any doubt had been displaced from his mind, when arms wrapped around him. A sigh parted his lips, Jaxon lifting his own arms to wrap around Greyson. After his departure, there had been so many things running through Jaxon’s head, on whether it had been him that caused Grey to leave so suddenly. But now, with his arms wrapped around him, with the words spoken out loud, Jaxon wasn’t sure what to think of it. “Hey, it’s alright. You don’t have to apologize.” All in all, Jaxon was just glad Greyson had left before the fire at the Gautier manor, before he was thrown into more unexplainable happenings.

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greyson-roberts:

“—This is ridiculous.” He voiced to himself aloud. Now standing outside the Daily Point after having turned his notice of return in from his leave, in hand are the various newspapers following the weeks of the fire. Reading over the articles that were sadly not written by him, Grey only shook his head, pissed at himself for not being there. Things we’re vastly different in town, that much he could tell, though what it was still remained unknown.

Things had ultimately been different in town, it was almost like a change in the atmosphere since the night of the fire, and even more so since the fires that continued to pop up. Despite showing up for his career, despite needing to continue to fill the apartment with groceries, Jaxon had otherwise kept himself holed up inside. That day, he was heading down to the shop, intending to pick up more food when the familiar voice suddenly stopped him in his tracks. It couldn’t be, he couldn’t be --- but sure enough, there he was, standing outside the Daily Point as if he had never left in the first place. “Grey ---” the name fell from his tongue of its own accord, Jaxon unsure how he felt seeing the other back in Salem’s Point. The departure had left him with a sting in his chest, now understanding what it had felt like for Greyson when he’d left all those years ago. But seeing him now, back in Salem’s Point after all that had recently happened, Jaxon wasn’t sure if this was good or bad.

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cthompsxn:

“Kick you..– why would I.. N-no.. No, I’m not going to kick you out.” That was something she’d certainly never to do Jaxon, even in such a state as this. Even though she knew him, it still felt a little unsettling to look directly at him; not that he made her uncomfortable, but the state of her own features, still not completely healed, set her on edge like she hadn’t been in years. “It’s late though, don’t you want to..– shouldn’t you be going home?”

A lighthearted chuckle passed his lips, Jaxon settling his arms on the table as he gazed over at her. “See, now that’s good to know.” He didn’t mind that she wasn’t focusing on him, didn’t mind that she hadn’t really looked over at him since he’d walked in; he understood why she wasn’t, and he wasn’t going to hold that against her, ever. “I thought it was still kind of early. Huh. Well, not really. I mean, there’s still enough to do tonight, and there would only be Netflix back home.”

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cassidygautixr:

“No, asshole. It’s one of those, know a good thing, things.”

“Touchy, touchy. Is this the hormones talking?”

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bentley-campbell:

“I don’t feel like that’s a joke, either.—I mean, you’re like the fourth person I’ve recognized since getting back.” Enjoying the last bits of summer, it felt like there was a shift in the air, and Bentley wasn’t too sure what to make of it. Between that intense full moon, the Gautier’s manor burning down, and the now sudden cases of spontaneous fires all over; things certainly did not bode well, to say the least.  “I can’t let being a wolf prevent me from growing up.—How was it? I wasn’t sure it was for me, yet here I am. I don’t know yet, I’m just going and figuring that out along the way.”

“A joke? See, I would never joke about that. But being the fourth person and not the obvious first does hurt my feelings.” He attempted to keep a rather straight face, feigning a moment of hurt before he was grinning. It was the most he could do with the last few weeks of Salem’s Point, from the full moon to the fires; there seemed to be no relief for them. His brows suddenly lifted, an amused smile forming on his lips, “Our little pup is growing up; I’m so proud.” Though, it wasn’t like Jaxon had been a werewolf all that much longer than Bentley had; and in truth, he’d let it control his life for the most part. He’d left his home and those he knew because of it, and had come to Salem’s in a pointless search for who had done it. “Definitely better than I originally thought it would be. I mean, the classes are hard and there’s a whole lot of time spent studying, but I don’t regret going at all. You’ll get it figured out, just go for what you’re passionate about.”

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origincldemi:

“Care to explain?”

“I just think a lot of people are worried or -- scared about what’s been happening lately.”