in silence

there is peace

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murderyoursoul‌:

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flashback// do ya homework boy

School had been in session for a week now, and every day, without fail, American History 3rd period, there’d be one name always absent. Maybe he was sick or something, the guy with all the bravado and rumored terrible home life. Logan’s mom had talked about it, briefly. It was sad that in a town so young that the family had already built up a reputation, but people couldn’t control their circumstances. 

Logan’s entire life was circumstance, but he had talent and he had opportunity. He wasn’t going to waste it. 

Every prodigy needed a break, though, and all good people needed to do good deeds. With that thought in mind, and some of his mother’s kimchi jiggae packed away, Logan showed up at the Wilde residence. They could all use some spicy stew, for once, and Jack really needed to get his shit together and do his homework. 

“Hey,” Logan said at the sight of an unfamiliar face at the door. “Does Jack Wilde live here?” 

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connorrosen‌:

Despite all the activity, Connor enjoyed spending time in the town square - in both warmer months and colder. In the winter the air was quiet, the birds had gone down south to seek out warmer climates, and usually those in town sought the warmth of their homes. The silence helped to clear his head and gather his bearings, despite the cold nipping at his nose. In the summer, however, the park was bustling with activity; teens playing touch football on the green space, birds and squirrels and the like flying overhead and crawling through the trees. It was far more to keep track of and navigate through, but once he’d found himself settled by the base of a tree with headphones over his ears, he was able to relax a bit and enjoy the warmth of the sun on his skin.

Still, he sensed the football loosing from the youth’s hand, the spiral wild and off course - heading in the general direction of an unsuspecting passerby. “Look out!” He called to warn them, tugging his headphones from his ears and gesturing towards the incoming ball.

The gesture was what got him, though by looking at Connor’s face, Logan could tell he’d loudly called out, too. They’d taken their headphones out at the same time, Logan’s playing nothing, just a convenient excuse when he was walking through town and people he didn’t know bumped into him or tried to ask him something. He wasn’t ashamed of it, didn’t think he had anything to keep a secret, but it was exhausting to have to explain it to strangers sometimes, a simple fact about him. 

Connor dealt with the same thing, regularly, though people sometimes forgot that when his friend was out here doing things like this, saving Logan from himself. He had sight, and yet the football would have hit his upper arm. He picked it up, his fingers placed on the laces of the pigskin, and sent it spiraling back to the kids playing. It was messy, but this wasn’t what he’d used his hands for mostly. 

Walking over to Connor, Logan slowly reached out, hoping Connor could pick up on someone being around, and played a few keys on Connor’s shoulder. It was his way of identifying himself, a more specific secret handshake. Old MacDonald Had a Farm. 

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ned-ibarra‌:

tannerxpark‌:

Tanner nodded and took another sip of the water and then placed it on an end table so he could sign better. As he spoke, he made his hands mimic the words. When Logan’s hearing disappeared, he and everyone else in the house started taking lessons so he could learn it faster and so he could feel comfortable still talking to them. “What are you doing?” He asked. Tanner motioned towards the book. “Did you start a new book?” He continued. 

God he was going to have to put his book down. He’d had to make Tanner put his water down, too. He ambled over, closer to his brother, putting the book down on the end table, too. He knew, without a doubt, he’d forget it there once they moved away. The Da Vinci code, he told his brother. It’s addicting. I thought I had better taste, but I guess not. 

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jacknwilde‌:

Jack hadn’t forgotten, per say. It was more like his brain had short circuited. He and Logan were fine. Not really friends again, not like before, but more than complete strangers - they were acquaintances. Acquaintances remember when one or the other was deaf. That was a major fact to forget. Jack just didn’t know how to handle that… still. Logan had been back in town for years, but Jack still hadn’t fully adjusted to the fact that he couldn’t physically talk to him (maybe he didn’t like to think about that, maybe he was tired of everything changing while he stayed stuck). They didn’t know each other anymore. Jack wasn’t a dumb-ass 15 year old anymore, even if he did work the same job and hit the same bars. 

“Fuck,” he mumbled, quickly digging into his pocket to pull out his phone. Jack typed out a quick message: ‘I have an appt for Ginger, sorry.’ He slid his phone on the counter, facing out toward Logan. This type of communication felt awkward and thinking that made Jack feel even worse. He looked down at Ginger and gave her words of comfort before shifting his attention back to Logan. He rubbed the back of his neck with a pursed lip smile on his face.

For the sake of his own sanity, and to just stop second-guessing everything, Logan was going to just call Jack his ex. That’s what they were. Exes, he realized, were a lot easier to categorize than present relationships. Like Jack had never been his ex-boyfriend, but hell, ‘ex’ could also be short for ex-friend with benefits without any emotional strings. 

Sighing, he slid the phone over to himself and read the message before handing it back to move over to the computer, filling in the questions prompted. Looking up at Jack, who was now rubbing the back of his neck, Logan realized the other man looked just as awkward as he felt. If not more. 

Logan pulled out his phone and typed in that the vet assistant would be out in a few minutes to come take in Ginger, showed that to Jack, and then awkwardly scrunched his nose. Were they supposed to have  a conversation now? And how would they even do that, considering Logan didn’t really feel this situation was worth using his words. It felt odd and strange having the vibrations in his ears even when he couldn’t hear anything, and he wasn’t about to go through  that just to make Jack’s life easier. Instead, he tried to make some rudimentary gestures towards Jack, pointing at him and then making an okay sign with his hand. Hopefully Jack understood he was asking. 

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lilianjameson-x‌:

Lilian continued to watch on to see if anything would escalate further. It seemed they were at a stand-still, not wanting to go any further than screaming at each other and just staring. So, just like most of the others that were they watching, Lilian got bored. When she didn’t hear a response from the person who asked her what was going on, Lilian turned to look at them - maybe see if they had just listened and didn’t have anything else to say. She was weird that way, if she spoke to someone she usually wanted them to speak back or acknowledge that she said something.  When she did turn and saw the guy, who was actually quite good-looking, only make a face back towards her, she became curious. Noticing she had begun to stare a bit, she shook her head and spoke. “Uh..s-sorry, I’m totally making it weird right now. Lilian,” she extended her hand as she said her name, hoping that he maybe hadn’t noticed how long she had been staring at him.

“Leila?” Logan ventured his best guess. She was probably curious as to why he hadn’t acknowledged anything she’d just said, and it was probably time to tell her that it was just because he couldn’t pick up on any of it. He shook her hand, offering, “Logan,” before he pointed to his ears and said, “sorry, I can’t read lips well. I’m deaf. Do you know sign language?”

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aj-thorne‌:

AJ felt like a complete idiot when he started signing. He’d mouthed the word ‘what’ and she had just brushed it off. Whoops. AJ tucked her binder under her arm and started signing sloppily, speaking as her hands moved: “Yes, yeah, of course. Sorry I brushed you off earlier, I didn’t realize.” Her sign language was rusty - she hadn’t spoken it since settling into Hollow Grove - but it was enough to communicate until she got into the swing of things again. Still, her signing was ramble-y, messy, and slightly awkward… just like her vocal conversations. 

“I’m just going to office hours to turn in a paper, is there somewhere you’re trying to go?”

It’s fine, he told her, watching as she tucked the binder under her arm. He was reluctant to do things like that, going so far as to simply speak to Tanner out loud and just read Tanner’s hands when they moved. He’d thought he’d just rolled with it, but there were some parts of how he had to operate now that Logan almost stubbornly refused to accept. Why couldn’t he just hold things and still communicate the same way everyone else could? 

It was a dumb train of thought and he felt awful for thinking it, but hopefully she wasn’t a telepathic witch. Not specifically, but is it strange to ask if I could meet your professor? I’m thinking of enrolling.  

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george-chatwin‌:

He was standing far back from the crowd gathering around the two students, trying to look uninterested in the current display. He hadn’t been around for the initiating incident but he recognized the faces. They were both students in the spring semester’s medieval history course. Both had turned in rather lackluster reports and one had cited wikipedia as a reliable source. 

He shrugged when Logan mouthed the question. “Who knows? Psychology students though. Big tempers. Bigger egos.”

Something about tempers and egos, Logan picked up, reading the guy’s lips. He didn’t particularly like to, since too much time staring at someone’s lips was generally creepy or seemed like bad flirting. Are they finance bros in the making? Logan asked, rapidly moving his hands. Though that wasn’t a fair question— he’d had a pretty big ego in his piano playing days.

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harperwinston‌:

“Oh.” Harper said. She adjusted Cap’s leash on her hand so both were free. Hi. she signed back. She had to think for a moment to translate what she was trying to say in her head.  Don’t worry about it. Harper bit her lip, knowing she’d mangled the flow of meaning. My sign is pretty weak I apologize. She’d always wanted to learn ASL and had had the opportunity while working on a feature a few years ago, but she rarely got to practice, mostly because she didn’t leave her house enough when she wasn’t on assignment, no matter how much Kit had tried to make her.

I’m Harper and this is Capote. (Had she finger spelled that right? God she was rusty.) He’s blind and he loves pets but we just need to warn him first. If you’re interested, I mean. She gave him a nervous smile, knowing she was missing the nuances.

He got the gist. It was an unfortunately pleasant surprise whenever someone out in the wild did know ASL, a fact Logan had come to accept. With the circumstances of this meeting, though, especially since he was the one kind of scaring her at midnight, Logan was just glad she seemed so nice. 

Yes, he signed, trying to keep it simple. He nodded, smiling at the dog as he crouched down, waiting for the dog to smell him, or for her to warn him, or both. 

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maxinesilver‌:

Though not a University student herself (she hadn’t even graduated high school), Max found herself visiting campus semi-regularly, whether it be visiting her friend Xavier, who was a professor there, or making potion deliveries for the apothecary, mostly to tired students that needed a pick me up of the magic kind when coffee just wasn’t doing the trick. She’d just finished dropping off a protection charm to a student that had been struggling with some bullies when she’d been waylaid on her way off campus by the commotion in the parking lot. The crowd surrounding the apparent argument was blocking the bike racks, where she’d locked up her preferred mode of transport when she’d arrived. Attempting to push through the crowd and ultimately getting jostled around, it became clear to Max that she wasn’t getting anywhere near her bicycle until the fight was broken up. Folding her arms across her chest, she stood back and sighed in frustration, secretly hoping someone might hear her and let her pass.

Feeling a tap on her shoulder, Max turned around, not expecting to see her friend Logan standing there. “Two idiots fighting. I don’t know what about, and I don’t care. I just want to get to my bike,” she replied, using the corresponding sign language as she spoke. Max had never met a deaf person before Logan, but had decided to teach herself sign language during her lonely childhood in foster care. It came in handy now that she was friends with Logan, and she loved that she could communicate with him so effectively. “What are you doing here?”

Logan hadn’t recognized her initially, focused a little too much on the very expressive men fighting about something he still didn’t know much about. Max hadn’t given him much information about the fight itself, which was probably a good thing. His mother wasn’t a fan of gossiping, and Logan hadn’t been, growing up. Now, though, considering he knew a lot more people in town and actually didn’t have the ability to overhear their messy personal problems, he missed not having that ability. Especially in a town where most everyone else, unlike him, had some kind of vampire or werewolf power that gave them better hearing than he had before. 

He nodded at Max, still trying to look at the fight from the corner of his eye, eventually giving up as he saw Max fluidly signing. Was thinking about maybe enrolling, he told her. I don’t know. Becoming a teacher. What are you doing here? Logan stepped back away from the melee, unconsciously trying to give them some privacy even though they didn’t really need it. 

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juliette-weylyn‌:

Ah, Logan. Had Juliette known it was him she would have done her best to slow her speech and try to sign the words the best she could. Now, she was no expert in ASL but a few quick youtube video searches and she had learned how to sign her name and say she was hungry. Asking for a ride, however, well that must have been in the next part of the video she had opted to pause for her Spotify playlist. 

When Logan had signaled to the seat Juliette simply nodded her head before reaching out to the handle of the car door, waiting for the okay before she opened it and hopped in with a smile crossing her rosy lips as she said, “Hi, Logan.” As the young werewolf leaned back in the seat, Juliette attempted her best to sign her hands bent, almost cupped as she turned them away from her body and then pointed to Logan with an index finger signing, how are you?

Unfortunately, that was where her singing began to get a bit spotty, leaving her to just keep that smile playing across her lips as she looked at the familiar face of the young male. 

Reading lips wasn’t his strong suit, but even Logan knew what his name looked like crossing a pretty girl’s lips. He offered her a smile and gestured for her to open the passenger door once it was unlocked, watching as she lifted herself into the Jeep. He’d loved the ride for the height, but also, it just looked fucking cool. 

“I’m good, Jules,” Logan said, smiling at her, not lifting his hands from the wheel. He couldn’t very well lift his hands from the wheel to speak to her, but making her sit in silence for the rest of the ride didn’t seem nice. “You can listen to music, too. Radio and everything works.” Was he shouting? Was he louder than necessary? He had no way of controlling his voice, but he could steal a glance at her every so often.  

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zachweylyn‌:

Zach rarely if ever found himself on the university campus but just happened to be around to do some code checks in the science labs. It went quickly enough, just a simple check in order to make sure everything would work as needed when the time came so he was headed back to his car in no time at all. His brain was already focused on lunch, trying to decide what he wanted to eat. And, if he was feeling kind, he’d get extras to bring back to the station with him. However, that thought left his mind pretty quickly when he came upon the two arguing men. A crowd was already forming when he reached the area and he decided to join in, just watching and waiting to see what happened. Perhaps he should have stepped in but he was a firefighter, nothing more.

At the tap on his shoulder, Zachary turned his head to look at the speaker. “Car accident.” he replied without thinking. “Just a small one but neither one is taking the blame. Everyone should be fine.” he explained. And then, wait. The kid hadn’t spoken to him, just said something. “Um…crash.” he said, banging his hands together. 47 years and it had never occurred to him to learn ASL and he didn’t know if the kid could read lips. 

“All good I think though?” he added with thumbs up.

Logan was always pleasantly surprised whenever someone picked up that ASL was his easiest way of communicating. It definitely hadn’t struck him before he’d needed it, though a lot of things hadn’t struck him. Not that he’d been entirely self-centered, but he didn’t like to go out of his way unless he had to. No distractions— no unnecessary entanglements. Until he’d headed off to Juilliard, he’d had very few friends in town. No one that required just a little more effort the way he, Logan, did now. 

In fact, Jack had once asked him to pick one of his siblings from school, and Logan had rolled out of bed, shrugged his shirt on, and left with a quick kiss, his excuse sounding weak even to his own ears. 

Thanks, Logan signed. People need to be careful when they’re driving. It’s not the time to text people back. 

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minaxfitzgerald‌:

Mina stared at the two in disgust. She was done registering for her fall classes and wanted to go to the bookstore to see her boyfriend when she came across the two dudes yelling at each other over the stupidest thing ever. When she felt the tap on her shoulder, she turned to him and shrugged. “It’s really stupid,” she answered. “It’s over some stupid girl, that’s all.” Everything is over some girl, and it was getting embarrassing to actually see it in public. 

I couldn’t see your lips, he signed. Could you say that again? By now, Logan could see a girl pushing through the crowd and coming upon the scene in front of her in horror. Definitely a love triangle, the kind of chaos he didn’t need in his life ( though he also couldn’t imagine where it would come from). Is it about her, he asked with his hands, pointing at the girl in question. 

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aj-thorne‌:

AJ had finally managed to finish her essay to Professor Tyler (a day earlier than her extension limit, thank god), but was running late to his office hours. She just could not win. She’d finally gotten a day off work, but spent all day typing up an essay anyways. So, had she really had a day off? Not really. The icing on the cake is nearly getting run over by the crowd of people trying to watch whatever argument was going on. “Come on,” she muttered, as her binder is bumped out of her hands and onto the ground. The universe was testing her patience. 

She picked up her binder and stood up, checking the contents for damage. She nearly dropped the stupid thing again when a hand tapped her shoulder. So much for werewolf senses. AJ tilted her head at his lack of vocalization, but shrugged as an answer anyways. “No clue,” she said, watching the exchange curiously. She could hear them arguing (over a parking spot and a girl and cheating on an exam), but didn’t really care to focus her attention on that - she had an essay to turn in. She shrugged one more time before waving her binder at the stranger next to her, “Gotta turn this in, I wouldn’t worry about the fight.”

Was she answering his question or telling him she didn’t care? Logan wondered, as she waved her binder in the air in front of him, following that more than the fight suddenly. He gestured in the direction she’d waved towards and then pointed at himself, guessing she probably didn’t know sign language. 

Actually. Why not try? 

You go to school here? Can I come with you to class? he signed. 

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lilianjameson-x‌:

Lilian had been making her way through campus, she liked to stroll through from time to time when she was on break or had days off. She always wondered what she would be doing right about now if she had gone. What major would she have chosen? What classes would she have taken? Would she have stayed on campus, or stayed at home with her parents? Or maybe..if Jonna hadn’t died - would they have been roommates? Regardless, she made her rounds and settled on going home for the rest of her day, maybe see if her dad had anything else to teach her.  That was when she heard the commotion and her brown orbs feel on a crowd forming. Waking over towards it, she listened in as everyone else did to see what the two guys were arguing about. When Lilian felt a light tap on her shoulder, and heard the question, she moved to cross her hands over her chest before speaking. “Just two guys arguing over a parking spot…oh and that girl over there, too.” She rolled her eyes as she spoke, her right index finger going to point towards the blonde girl standing off to the side of the crowd. 

This was his own fault. He’d asked a stranger, completely forgetting that obviously everyone wasn’t going to know, right off the bat, that he couldn’t hear what they were saying. Frankly he had no interest in reading her lips and pretending to be someone else. Maybe he could just nod along. It was probably fine looking at the circle around them. It didn’t really matter what the fight was about. If the two of them were being actually dangerous idiots, no one would have encircled them. 

He was able to follow her pointed gesture, though, following it to a blonde girl he didn’t really think was worth it. A rude thought, sure, at first glance. Honestly, though— these guys had like thirty people watching them. No single person on this planet deserved a fight like this for them. Logan cocked his head, tilting it to one side and raising an eyebrow before turning back to the girl, grimacing. Yikes. 

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jacknwilde‌:

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As much as Jack hated to admit it, poor Ginger was getting to be on her last leg. She was nearly 12 now and Jack wasn’t sure how much longer she had. She was a great girl, but he didn’t want her to be in any sort of pain. So, here he was at the animal shelter. Their vet clinic was cheaper than Pawesome Travelers and this way he could get an idea of what other dogs needed rescuing. He wasn’t looking to replace Ginger, in fact, he hoped she was in tip-top health, but that probably wasn’t the case and he needed to be prepared for the fallout her passing would bring. Mostly he was worried about Alison and Cameron and he needed ideas for what to do to make them happy if something did happen. Would another dog do that? He wasn’t sure, but taking a look wasn’t going to hurt anything. 

Jack approached the front desk slowly, Ginger following alongside him calmly. Despite her chaotic and unstructured upbringing, she’d turned out to be a great dog - probably the best Wilde of the bunch. He opened his mouth to grab the attention of the receptionist and nearly swallowed his tongue when Logan turned around. Sure, they’d seen each other in passing and they’d even hung out a couple times, but things weren’t the same anymore. Time had passed and they were different people who lived different lives. It wasn’t like they’d been extremely close as teens anyways. Jack had dropped out and Logan had goals that Jack couldn’t reach even if he had wanted to. Now, Jack just didn’t have the time - he never had the time. 

He cleared his throat awkwardly, “I have an appointment for Ginger.” 

Jack knew, Jack knew, Jack knew. Everyone knew, Logan thought. His mother was on the town founders’ council, his parents were everywhere, they’d been friends. At the very least, even if the rest of it didn’t matter, they had been friends. It wasn’t like they’d ignored each other when they’d bumped into each other in public, nor had Logan been awkward about what was going on. He’d lost his hearing. It hadn’t been the best thing to happen to him, but all things considering, life was good. 

He’d worked through all the anger and the why me bullshit, chosen instead to find something good to do with his time, now that he had so much more of it. The animals were great to be around, puppies and kittens (no matter how old, they were always babies), sometimes even a duck or two, a pig, other farm animals like the Losets’, were loud and active and had personalities. So did the kids. That was why Logan loved both of his jobs. He never felt out of place when he was at work. His silence didn’t matter when the people around him filled in their surroundings with so much. Of course, someday he’d have to get to the point where he didn’t view his silence as something that other people found lacking in him. It was still something he was self conscious about.  

And for the most part, where he wasn’t affected by people he didn’t know not knowing how to sign or forgetting he couldn’t hear them when they spoke, Jack was a different matter. Because Jack should have known. 

Logan shrugged and pointed to his ears. He didn’t know what Jack was saying, probably something about the absolutely precious dog behind him. Ginger, he remembered. I’m deaf, he signed. Did you forget that?

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harperwinston‌:

“Please, Cappy. Please. We’re both tired, it’s really cold, and I’m sure your dick is retracting fully into your body so can you pleaseeee pee?” She looked at the old white pit bull mix, his eyes clouded completely by cataracts. She regretted everything and leaned down beside him. “I know it’s hard sweetheart but we don’t need a UTI on top of it all. So please go? For me?”

It was then that Harper realized someone was close to her. She held back her racing heart, trying to forget she was in a place she’d never been, surrounded by people who could snap her like a twig. She looped Cap’s leash around her hand, tried to play it off as nonchalant, even though it was midnight. “I’m not negotiating with my dog, you know. That would be both inefficient and embarrassing.”

Unlike most of the pups he got to see every day, this one didn’t seem to need any injections or check ups or cones of shame put on. Nothing to see here, just a happy and healthy dog who wasn’t kind of afraid of the vet and being examined or afraid of not being adopted. How nice. He hadn’t initially noticed the owner, but as he got closer to them, the dog had caught his sight first. 

He followed the gaze of the leash up to a beautiful woman and smiled warmly, trying to not come off as a creep. A silent white guy, walking around town, sneaking up on her. Logan knew what it must have looked like. He pointed at himself, put the first two fingers of his right hand to his ear, and then, both palms down, put his hands flat next to each other, thumbs touching. I’m deaf, he signed, adding, I didn’t mean to scare you.