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timelessmistake:

Something happens to him, and she can’t quite understand it. But it’s like he needs a moment, and for some reason she gives him it. She balances herself as he falls, staring at him oddly. Jack. How quaint.

“Jack,” she repeats after him instead of giving him her name. Sliding off of him slowly, she backs up. Even with giving him his space, her muscles are ready to spring back to action. Giving him a look over, she decides her earlier opinion was correct. He is cute.

She couldn’t trust cute.

“Now Jack…” she says with a slight grin, walking around him in a wide circle. “Why would you be hunting little ol me? Do I look like a threat to you, mate?” Her appearance was deceiving. Slight in figure and stature, with the biggest blue eyes in the Hopkins family. She looked like an innocent school girl, but she could burn this whole city to the ground.

Standing slowly, Jack feels like she helped him somehow whether she meant to or not. Raising an eyebrow in her direction, he realizes whatever he thought could happen was just wishful thinking. Even though he thinks he can trust her after following her as long as he did, she still can't just drop her guard because he tells her she can. Not providing her name is a clear sign that she's not about to just have a conversation with him, so he stays ready for anything.

The predatory dance she was doing causes him to mimic her movements in the opposite direction. He wants to keep out of her reach, but the documents did say she’s quick without elaboration. Staying cautious is the best way to approach this especially since he doesn't know what her powers are. It's funny sometimes how little information is provided on their bounties. “Who said I was hunting you?” he smiles when he asks, “Maybe looks are deceiving.”

His fingers latch onto one of his stun batons just in case, but he doesn't take it out just yet because he doesn't need it. He would much rather avoid a fight, but he is not an idiot. Jack knows he is not going to bring her in no matter what happens. She doesn't know that and telling her isn't going to make her less wary. He just wants to know why she’s being hunted. “Why do you think you’re being hunted, did you do something? You can’t even seem to tell me your name...”

#timelessmistake #t; why are you on the list?

timelessmistake:

The dragon inside of Tsura was prickled, twisting in her belly. Making her nose twitch as she tried to identify what his scent meant. There was fear there for sure. A hunter afraid of his own prey? No, that couldn’t be it.

She picks up the pace, the shadows of the alley swallowing her. Abruptly, she grabs a hold of a fire escape ladder and swings herself three feet up before falling back down to the ground. Straight onto his back, with her legs wrapped firmly around his arms to keep his hands where they are. Grabbing onto his chin, she yanks his head to the side so he can see her. “Hi,” she says with a smile.

Then it strikes her, there’s something so familiar about him. Too familiar. The confusion plays on her face, and she doesn’t get a chance to mask it. “Who are you?” The smile is long gone.

Even though he knows he should be afraid of her, he’s not. He is more afraid of an episode happening during a potential fight. She’s on his back before he has a chance to dodge, trapping his body while his mind starts to turn black. Jack falls to his knees still constricted by her legs and tries hard to breathe as his Gran instructs him to take life one step at a time.

The strangest thing happens when she forces him to stare at her and suddenly he’s able to calm down again. Jack hopes to God she didn’t catch any of that, but witches have tried to use his emotions against him before. Despite the whirlwind dying down in his mind, he’s still breathing heavily now and he takes entirely too long to answer her question.

“Jack.” he manages to mutter before a dumb smile takes over his face. Why on earth is he trying to be nice while she’s holding him hostage he’s not sure. “What’s your name?” he thinks to himself that he definitely should NOT call her abomination number one.

#timelessmistake

timelessmistake

The bus is unusually empty tonight, Tsura muses, as it bumbles down the crooked road in the direction of Clara’s swamp. There’s only three other people on it with her. A woman with a baby in a flower patterned sling, trying her best not to drowse. A teenager with a mop of brown hair, counting the streetlights they pass as he turns his phone over and over in his hands. And him. His sandy hair looks grey in the dim light of the bus. Lashes that cast a shadow on his cheeks. Something oddly familiar to him, like he’d been missing. She stares at him unabashedly, knowing he’s there for her.

The bus slows to a creaking stop and she averts her gaze to the street outside. This was her stop. He would follow. Taking a deep breath, she stands and makes her way off.

Tsura didn’t know who sent him, but she’s been a hunter long enough to know when she was being hunted. If she could avoid a fight… well she wouldn’t. She doesn’t quicken her step, instead she walks slowly as she turns into an alley in the complete opposite direction than where she should be headed.

losthuntsman

Don’t trust anything signed off by John Stearne. Jack always took an interest in anything with that man’s name on it just because of that reminder. Another reason was the fact that her name was only listed as “Abomination 1”. He’d been stalking her for awhile now, getting every detail about her that he could to determine whether or not she deserved to be on anyone’s list. Sure she seemed like a hotheaded, badass woman, but other than that she didn’t do anything he’d consider evil. Maybe she’d pissed Stearne off one too many times, either way Jack wanted to know more.

This was the first time he’d gotten close enough for her to notice and she was definitely staring. Maybe she knew he’d been following her for weeks; maybe she wanted to find out more about him too. Jack couldn’t be certain, but he’d have to approach her eventually. He needed to know why John offered such a reward for her, he wanted to believe she was innocent because she looked like an angel to him.

Jack quietly exited the bus after her. Luckily, they were the only two to leave at this stop. As he followed her down the block, he began to feel like he was walking straight into a trap. His breathing slowed until it stopped at the end of the alley. Jack’s feet wouldn’t carry him forward anymore. No… not now. He started counting in his head, ignoring the nagging sense to run, and began walking toward her again. Focus. His hands crossed behind him and he gripped his stun batons just in case he needed to pull them out.

#t: why are you on the list?#timelessmistake

trxppedbird

Evelyn loved her boy, he was kind and gentle and so much unlike his grandfather. If anything, he was exactly like his poor mother. The sweet natured little nymph she failed to protect. The back of her throat aches at the thought, because whenever she thinks of Phoebe it is only a matter of seconds before she thinks of him. The one she ultimately failed, the one she should have protected at all costs. Bram.

Setting a plate back in the soapy water, she calmly dries her hands off before following. She carefully steps over the smudged dirt on the kitchen floor, used to such matters. Her grandson was a messy one, and the mess always preceeded a breakdown. Tiptoeing to the bathroom, she pushes open the door and smiles at him. “You’re a little goof, ya know that?”

Stepping into the bathroom, she holds the side of his head in her palm and kisses the other. “No tears, tears don’t build a kingdom.” She had a way with words, carefully weaving the thought into his mind. He’d need these little lessons in time, even if he didn’t understand them now. “Solve the problem, love, by slowing it down.” That’s what Phoebe always needed, someone to slow it down.

losthuntsman

Jack was sitting on the edge of the tub with his pants rolled up. Tears were threatening to flow, but he refused to give up. It was such a simple thing, he couldn’t understand why cleaning the floor turned into such a disaster. He’d left the mop propped up against the toilet so his hands were free, but instead of turning the nozzles to soak his feet he was wringing them together.

Then she came in, like the savior she always was whether he knew it or not. His head was starting to hurt with the strain, but Gran could read his mind. When he looked up at her with glossy blue eyes, his lips were pursed together in an attempt to keep him from saying anything he’d regret. “I don’t understand why...” he bit his lip to stop the rhetorical question in it’s tracks. Breathe. Breathe.

“Work it out...” he finally said after searching her eyes for all the world’s answers. Jack turned to look at his feet and reached for the hot water nozzle. “Rinse off the dirt.” he was going through the steps out loud, waiting for her hum of approval.

From the moment she opened her eyes, Evelyn knew today was not a good day. She’d learned to trust her gut a long time ago. To combat the inevitable storm, she cleaned the house twice while her boy was away. Cooked his favorite for supper, and put a kettle on when she knew he’d be home. Like clockwork, she heard the screen door shut and her own brand of anxiety began to thrum in her belly.

“In here, love,” she calls softly, knowing he’d find her in the kitchen.

She doesn’t have to look to know he’s tracked dirt into her house again, but she also doesn’t have the energy to care. But veering from the daily norm would only upset him more. “There’s a mop still wet by the door, Jack. Use it before I turn around, please.”

losthuntsman

With hands shaking, he nods furiously even though he knows she’s not looking. His reply is belated, but he adds, “Okay, sorry Gran. Sorry...”

Jack grabs the mop and circles around to clean up the trail. The only problem is that his feet are not clean, so with each circle around he mops up one print but leaves another behind. The cleaning seems endless as he circles around several times before deciding this isn’t going to work. He grips the handle of the mop too hard and ends up denting the metal in frustration.

“Wait! I’m not doing it right...” he doesn’t want her help, but the last time he refused her help the kitchen was flooded with bubbles and water from the dishwasher. Grunting in frustration, he stalks off with the wet mop towards the bathroom to clean his feet first.

#trxppedbird

After hopping off the school bus, he waved goodbye to his only friend and took his shoes off for the trek home. Gran may or may not be mad about him tracking sand in the house again, but nine times out of ten she’d end up rambling on about his mother’s quirks with shoes as well. Jack wished he had met them, the longing he felt for two people he never even knew was unbearable sometimes. He had so much free time with his own mind, he’d sometimes imagine them walking with him on this very beach. Today, it made him tired to think of them. Today, he tried to run from his mind straight into the house without his shoes, tracking sand.

“Gran?” he breathed out as the anxiety began building up.

#trxppedbird

“Keep it under control, Jack.”

Dear lord was he trying, but the damn dish washer was spitting out tons of bubbles through the cracks and he hadn’t noticed until the mixture covered the entire kitchen floor of their tiny abode. To make matters worse, Jack tried to run in and stop it from causing further damage only to end up slipping across the kitchen floor and crashing into the cabinets.

“Calm down.”

His hands were balled into fists when he finally rose again. Jack shouted and yanked the back door open, ignoring the mess he left in the kitchen. When his Gran got back, she would probably scold him but if he didn’t leave now the kitchen would be in shambles. Jack knew he’d end up ripping the cabinet doors off their hinges. Breathing haphazardly and clutching his shirt in his fist, Jack marched toward the ocean seeking some semblance of peace.

#drabble:untitled

fireside stories

As he sharpened his knives, he listened to his Gran tell him for the thousandth time about two people that she loved dearly. On the outside they had the best relationship even though she wasn’t considered to be good enough for him. Nearly everyone was against them until the man rose to power quickly, then took her hand in marriage. They didn’t ask for permission, they just followed their hearts and spent many years together just the two against the world. She’d always start crying near the end, at the part where the man left the woman because people were threatening her life if he didn’t. She’d cry even more at the part where the man nearly killed another at a formal ball because it was obvious to everyone he still loved her. The story ended abruptly every time, and Jack was sure it was because Gran was running from something. She must not have known how the story ended, or she didn’t want to tell him.

It was always just the two of them in a town that she swore was untouched by the Association. He had learned early on about the Stearne family head named John. How the man was slowly trying to corrupt the whole guild and Adam Hopkins was a fool for not seeing it. Jack raised his eyebrows in annoyance, but he said nothing when she ranted on and on about how John was the worst person to ever live. It was almost like Gran had a personal vendetta against the man, but she would always brush it off like nothing.

“Gran, you’re doing it again.” he laughed and shook his head, “Someday you’ll tell me the end instead of ranting about the Stearnes.”

“Oh my boy, I’m sorry. You know I only tell you so that one day you’ll be able to do what you were born to do.” She stood and kissed him on the forehead, “Now, Granny is tired. Kill the fire when you’re done.”

“G’night Gran.” Jack held the knife out towards the fire to get a better look. Yeah, one day he’d know what the hell he was supposed to be fighting for, but that day was too far off and he was getting restless.

#drabble;fireside stories