dissonant existence

lorenzo crone | werebear 54 years old | general physician

[lorenzo-crone]

Coping with the biological cycle of heats wasn’t anything new to him. He was experienced in catching the symptoms beforehand, and he had always had a plan or two prepared before the heat actually struck.  Saoirse had been a tremendous help with the ordeal. Although she was also the reason why he had an ice pack on his right shoulder and a glass of whiskey at hand.

Half of it was drained before he heard a knock on the door. This had to be the one of the worst time for a visit, but it definitely wasn’t the worst he’s come by. At least Saoirse had vacated the premises half an hour before the unexpected guest. She had taken a good chunk of the haze that had started to make a home in his body. Most of his senses were cleared; both of the mind and body.

The door was answered in a calm manner despite his appearance. Water still dropped from the tips of his hair, and the ice pack remained perched on his shoulder. There were small blossoms of discoloration along the bare skin of his arms and neck. “Hey, what’s.. going on?” He asked with a pinch of concern. Random visits to his home happened frequently enough for several different reasons; half of which had to do with his occupation. So, naturally, that’s where his first train of thought went upon greeting. 

[lorenzo-crone]

ara-bella-walter‌:

“Tea is fine.” Bella may have admittedly been more of a coffee person than a tea person but switching it up from time to time never hurt anyone. And besides, when she was a guest? She tended to go with the person who owned the home. And the truth was living there her whole life, being one of the so-called “in the know” humans and working the job she did? Bella got the opportunity to know a lot of people and visit their homes. “I try not to be too picky when visiting people.”

"Being picky’s fine- we all have preferences for a reason, don’t we?” Then again, that could act as a double edged sword in one way or another, but he digressed. Lorenzo went to put the kettle onto the stove so he could rummage around for an extra cup and the boxes of tea. “I’d be impressed if there isn’t a single thing that you fancy in these things.” The lid of one of the containers was patted as he spoke.

[lorenzo-crone]

davenblackwellortega‌:

“If I wanted alcohol, I have a whole bar full,” Daven replied, cocking her head slightly to the side, a smile on her face, a teasing edge to her voice. Not that she tended to drink all that often but if she wanted to? Oh boy did she have access to it. More than she knew what to do with. More than she could ever need. “Tea is just fine.” She assured him. “How’ve you been, anyway?”

“Well it never hurts to have a drink or two in a different location. Might spruce up the taste a bit,” he mused back; smile playing on the corners of his lips. “But tea it is. Take your time with looking through it all- got some loose leaf too if that’s more your jam.” Two boxes were taken out and placed on the counter before he went to get an empty mug. 

“Oh, I’ve been fine. Just the same ol’, same ol’. How about you? What’ve you been up to?”

[lorenzo-crone]

nova-almeida‌:

“Well, aren’t you Mr. Prepared?” the werepanther teased, turning her attention away from the rain outside. Smiling at him Nova shook her head slightly. “As tempting as the alcohol is these days, I’ll stick with the tea.” And shit, the alcohol was more than tempting now that she had her foster daughter to take care of. She loved the girl dearly but there were times when Becca gave her a real run for her money. “But congrats on being prepared that way. Next time I might just take you up on the offer for a stiff drink.”

“Tea it is,” Lorenzo parroted back as he went to get the boxes of tea he had stashed in the cabinets. “Got an entire selection and some so help yourself.” Was the entirety of his collection a bit excessive? Probably, but he’s always been an avid fan of tea; both herbal, black, green and everything in between. 

“Duly noted. You can still have one later if you change your mind- night’s still young after all.”

[lorenzo-crone]

theirtears:

“I’m afraid the taste is just a little… horrid for me.” Ana admitted. At least, the majority of vampires seemed to be unable to bear it. She looked over at the physician with a raised eyebrow, a sigh emerging from her lips. “I appreciate your hospitality, but you don’t have to get me anything. Really.” She began to scoot closer to him, arms crossed. She’s never been this close to a were by herself. It was a little intimidating.

The response gave him pause, and he just blinked back for a moment. “Right.” He wasn’t sure how that had escaped his mind, but it’s been a long day so he wasn’t too hard on himself. Lorenzo shuffled back over to the stove so he could put the kettle on top of it, and he went about with his cup of tea. “Well if you need anything just help yourself,” he said over his shoulder, “how’ve things been, by the way?”

[lorenzo-crone]

ftliya:

“Ooh so many tempting options for one girl. Thank you.” She teased with a shrug. “I think I’ll just go for a tea. You don’t happen to have any herbal or flavoured do ya?” Liya rose to her feet, heading towards the other in the kitchen.

“Not to toot my own horn or anything, but I have a whole box,” Lorenzo said with mock pride. “And I have another box with a mix of black and green tea.” The kettle in hand was placed back onto the stove before he went to get the boxes of tea from the cabinet. The tops were opened and he plucked a packet of jasmine for himself. “Knock yourself out.”

[lorenzo-crone]

“You want any?” He raised his voice so the other could hear from a room over. The patter of rain against the window panes made it that much harder to hear so he shuffled over towards the doorway. “Have a shit ton of tea and I can get a pot of joe going if that’s more of your thing.” Lorenzo poked his head out from around the corner to look at the other while he spoke. “If not then I have some booze you’re more than welcome to.”

[hal-snow]

With Spring finding it’s way through East Stroudsburg, Hal’s business was in full bloom. It was harder, in the snowy months of Winter, to keep a flower shop going. He couldn’t get his flowers from in the state, which upped the cost for him, and the regularity of business went down. Spring, though- spring brought an ease and happiness to his business that reminded him of why he kept his family’s business going. Fresh flowers, from as local as he could find vendors, lined his shop, bursting to the seams with colors. 

Today, Hal was sat at a counter top in the shop- he had a few employees, but was constantly in the shop himself as well- playing with some freesia and a vase and deciding what to do with them. The doors to his shop were wide open, letting fresh air wind its way through. He didn’t hear anyone approaching until he saw their feet, blinking out of his state of concentration and looking up. 

“Uh, shit. Hi. You haven’t been waiting long, have you?”

[lorenzo-crone]

It was always interesting to see what kind of allergies different types of species had. One would’ve thought that some wouldn’t be impacted by the onslaught of pollen in the air, but he was continuously proven wrong time and time again. It took a full ten minutes for him to explain what the symptoms of allergies was like to his last patient. Every time he tried to get half a sentence out, he was met with yet another question that fed into his already existing grudge against the internet. Lorenzo liked to think that he was a somewhat patient man, but it’s been a long day and his nerves started to feel fried. 

Instead of going his usual route home, he decided to deviate onto another path. A path that took him around a few shops that he liked visiting from time to time to waste time and relax. One of which was Monroe Flowers. Which was rather stereotypical of him given what he was, but Lorenzo couldn’t care less if he upheld it or not. 

The familiarity of the establishment soothed the frazzled ends of his mind. It wasn’t by much but it was a start. He hadn’t be the quickest to greet whoever was manning the front, and was surprised when he heard a voice speak up. Lorenzo tore his attention from the bright displays and looked at the speaker. “Just stepped in,” he said with a small chuckle and a slanted smile. “Also don’t have an idea of what I’m doing here, so don’t worry about me.”

[lorenzo-crone]

harleen-ronson:

“Tough day?” The witch questioned, leaning over to pick up the fallen object from the floor- some sort of business card that Harleen didn’t take the time to look too closely at. It wasn’t really her business, after all. And people were entitled to privacy. So instead she just placed the card on the table in front of him, glancing up at the man briefly. “You look like you could use about a dozen or so of those coffees right about now.”

“More or less,” he replied with a faint sigh. It was definitely more rather than less, and he was sure that his general appearance made that painstakingly obvious. “Espressos, maybe, but straight americanos don’t do much of anything for me.” Which was rather sad since he liked the taste, but he had run that novelty into the ground a long time ago. 

[lorenzo-crone]

aspenbirch:

aspen didn’t spend much time in town, it just felt so… wrong, to be surrounded by so much concrete, but she also enjoyed mundane things like coffee, and well, her favorite place was in town. she was sipping her drink happily too, decompressing from her least favorite dance class. she loved teaching, loved dancing, but the mommy and me class was filled with over dramatic mothers living through their children, and little kids who desperately wanted to be anywhere else. when something fell near her, she jumped and glanced down, then to the voice that clearly belonged to the object. “yeah, sure.” she said with a shrug, reaching down and grabbing the crumbled card and tossing it back, “doesn’t look super important though.” she found herself teasing.

Oliver made an attempt to keep that smile on his face, but it might’ve gone a little sour before he went to get the card. He very rarely kept anything but the necessities in his pockets. So the crumpled thing should have been something of importance. And upon inspecting it for a brief moment, he had been right.

“I’d have my ear talked off for three days if I lost that,” he said in a near grumble; clearly not picking up on the hint of humor. “Thank you, though, for getting that.”

[hiddlesedits]

[hard-on-for-hiddleston]

Jonathan Pine: Enemy Contact!

[lorenzo-crone]

He was over it. The stifling atmosphere from the show nearly suffocated him, and it certainly didn’t help that he had been running on almost no sleep. Oliver had the manners to stick around to greet the needed connections, old friends, recently established friends- so on and so forth, but he didn’t stick around to have lengthy conversations. No, he slipped out of the gallery, ubered his way out of the neighboring town and tucked himself into one of the lesser well known cafes back at home in East Stroudsburg. Which, might’ve been a foolish choice since his attire was above and beyond a casual Saturday afternoon.

Still, he ordered a large cup of coffee and went about to settle himself at a table in the far back.  In hindsight, his getup probably painted a very odd picture. Half parts fatigued, half parts expensive. Oliver rummaged around in his pockets to get his phone out. The movement caused something to fall out and roll away. Of course it did. Peeved, he let out a small sigh and looked around to get the attention of someone nearby. “Hi, sorry, could you get that for me?” He put on his best smile, which still looked more pained than joyous, and gestured towards the item on the floor.

[hard-on-for-hiddleston]