dude, idk

dude, idk Mason, 17, totally dope Crystal Cove born & raised. My talents include eating, talking, and being the master of darkness. (Totally kidding.) I also run track and hoop for Crystal Cove High. Stay cute, you.

[mason24odair]

Once again, Mason was thankful for the little convenience store so close to his house. Chemistry was impossible to do without a study snack and the kitchen had been fresh out. Strolling down the candy aisle, he weighed the pros and cons of investing in some refined sugar. The cons were minimal.

Mason reached out for a pack of Sour Patch Kids. His fingers had just made contact with the bag when the shadows nestled at the back of the shelf leapt from behind it, clinging to his fingers as if they were magnetized. Startled, Mason stumbled back with a yelp. His flailing arms windmilled, colliding with an elaborate display of Red Vine buckets and sending about half of them tumbling to the ground. "Shit, shit, shit." Clutching his candy, Mason turned to flee the aisle. But before he could make it out, someone rounded the corner. "Oh, shit. I mean--hey! Wass'good?"

[atlasdempsey]

The Morning After || Atlas and Mason

[atlasdempsey]

Atlas felt like a lion in a cage. But there was nothing he could do. The sooner the restless boy go his answers the sooner his mind would be at peace, and the sooner he would be out of his house. “Mason, again, I did not do it. I have no idea who your father was, I did not even know your last name until two seconds ago and I am not a witch,” Atlas was getting a little annoyed. He punctuated the end of the sentence with a sigh. 

[mason24odair]

The weariness of the sigh broke Mason's growing frenzy. He had never heard anyone sound so utterly exhausted. A high school senior, he knew what tired sounded like, but the worn resignation at the edges of Atlas' voice was something beyond human experience.

"What are you, then?" He asked quietly, peering at Atlas. His memory had shown that face twisted into cruel pleasure, but in the green glow of the gazebo, that expression on the older man's face seemed impossible. His "memory"… "Look, I--" Mason's voice broke, arcing in a wail. He suddenly questioned why he'd come to the house at all. "I-I don't know what's going on." 

[mason24odair]

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[frenchweasly]

[emmaxwinchester-deactivated2015]

Probably not, but you never know what tracks it might have left behind at night. Day times probably the safest to be looking. Is that why you thought it would be safe walking through the forest?

[mason24odair]

So. You are looking, then. Honestly, it's kind of the same to me whether it's day or night. Shit usually finds me regardless of the hour. Going after the thing, though, sounds a little dangerous.

[atlasdempsey]

The Morning After || Atlas and Mason

[atlasdempsey]

Atlas was relieved that the boy chose to follow him. His precious things were safe for now. In the middle of the garden sat a gazebo, over grown with ivy. Atlas entered it and sat on a white wicker chair, bathed in green-ish light. He motioned for Mason to take the chair opposite of him. “Mason, I don’t know how to prove that I am not a witch. If there is anyway, please let me know, your mind needs to be put to rest,” Atlas sighed.

[mason24odair]

"Explain what I saw." Mason's words were as sharp as knives, jaw aching with the effort of keeping his voice steady. Atlas sat, but he strolled around the gazebo, gaze trained on the lush green leaves. Maybe if he stared at the tiny veins long enough it would all make sense. The phrase "I knew what I saw" danced on the tip of his tongue, but Mason knew in his heart that it wasn't entirely true. "Explain why I saw you use magic and kill my dad, Blake O'dair." He knew what he was demanding was ridiculous, but the interrogation continued. "Did you know him? Did you mean to kill me? Why can I only remember it now?"

[veratitan-blog]

Hannah nodded with a small laugh. She definitely should have known better, even then. Neither of the O’dair twins were good at turning down a dare, it was one of the things that she found most in common with them. Their mutual lack of childhood self-preservation bonding them through many broken bones and shattered prides. The blonde couldn’t have imagined growing up any other way with any other people. Life was turning into a series of trouble and loss, and with the possibility of her own death approaching all she could do was look back on her short life so far and be happy for everything she’s had. 

When the pair arrived at the firehouse slight confusion settled upon Hannah’s face. Blue eyes scanned the darkness barely lit by the light of the building’s second floor. Her eyebrows arched as he motioned for her to follow him, but she did so anyway. As strange as it was, she trusted him and knew whatever they were doing was important to him, and that was all that mattered. When she rounded the side of the building she stumbled to a stop. It was graffiti art. Hannah’s eyes swung from the art to Mason, and then to the bag filled with must be spray paint cans. After a few moments of slight shock, a smile edged itself upon her lips with amusement and realization. She’d seen the graffiti pieces that had been popping up over the past couple months and they’d intrigued her enough that quite a few were captured in the photos on her phone, but never once had she guessed that her lifelong friend had been their source and maker. Finally she laughed softly, “I should have known it was you all along.”

[mason24odair]

The idea that Hannah noticed his work around town made Mason's face break into a wide grin. "You've seen my stuff?! Which one's your favorite? The birds? The spaceship?" His gaze returned to the multicolored wall, fingers tapping against the brick thoughtfully. "This took me an entire night," he mused, a little sad about the prospect of it being gone by the next storm. 

"My plan is to go full juvenile delinquent," he leaned against the color. "Next up is shoplifting--from the Bean, of course--and then maybe I'll graduate to robbing a bank. You know I've already got underage drinking well under my belt." He winked, rambling more nonsense. "And I might let you come on the bank raid, if you're nice about it. So get that ankle healed up. Stat."

[atlasdempsey]

The Morning After || Atlas and Mason

[atlasdempsey]

Atlas repeated the thumb and forefinger maneuver that he done at the door. The look on the boy’s face was beginning to worry him, not to mention the shadows building in his houses cornered. “Mason,” Atlas began. He knew the boy had no control but that did not mean he could not do damage. Without taking his eyes off Mason, Atlas’s mind wandered to his piano, his dog, his priceless art, not to mention the massive windows in his back room. “Mason, please, let’s take this outside,” Atlas got up and opened the large glass doors to the garden. He stepped out side and waited for Mason to follow.

[mason24odair]

He stepped through the glass doors grudgingly. Sun drenched the mansion's extensive garden and Mason realized with a start why Atlas had asked him outside. The idea that he had actually succeeded in intimidating the man was a small triumph amidst the clamor of all Mason's questions. The warmth felt strange on his skin, as if he'd been inside for ages. He trailed Atlas past gorgeous rose bushes and towering hedges, unable to stay unimpressed. But he was getting impatient. His hands clenched and unclenched as he waited silently for Atlas to speak.

[emmaxwinchester-deactivated2015]

"No worries. Still though, avoid the branches and crunchy leaves."

[mason24odair]

You think whatever it is that's out here will be prowling around in the daytime? It wouldn't make sense to be out here looking for it, then. Which I assume is what you're doing.

[infernuswitch-blog]

 Though she as attempting to focus on what she was reading, most of her time was being spent suppressing the urge to leave. She was just waiting for someone to come up and tell her they were ‘sorry’ like they had been since the day Allison died. Katherine assumed people were just trying to be kind and give their condolences but frankly it was more irritating then comforting. Brown orbs glances up from her book and took in the scenery of the lake which the Boathouse sat beside. After a couple of moments her eyes flickered down to the pages once more. 

A couple of moments passed and she interrupted again, this time by a familiar voice. “Hey.” Katherine replied, attempting to force a smile on her face. “It’s our family’s Book of Shadows. I found it a week or so ago.” She was lying, technically. Margery had found it, not her but it wasn’t like she could exactly tell her brother that without revealing everything. “I was meaning to share it with you but then…everything happened I kinda forgot.”

[mason24odair]

"It's ours?" Mason wracked his brain trying to recall if he'd ever seen the book anywhere on the O'dairs' shelves. He wondered again how Katherine seemed to be on the fast track for everything supernatural. He was too curious to be annoyed though. Tugging at the corner of the cover, he turned the book a little so he could read the page. Mason squinted at the diagrams and the careful instructions. It all seemed incredibly complicated. "Maybe I should start with Magic for Dummies…"

But he flipped a couple pages, taking in the hand drawn pictures and red inked warnings. The book would teach him to do more with his power and the realization filled him with bubbling excitement. "Is there a flying spell? Or like a never-emptying-gas-tank spell?" More ridiculous questions for Katherine tumbled past his lips as he paged through the Book of Shadows, eyes wide and fish fry forgotten.

[emmaxwinchester-deactivated2015]

"If you’re going to follow me try not to step on so many branches."

[mason24odair]

"Sorry, I thought you were someone I knew."

[mason24odair]

Aurora, Stars, Black Hole

Aurora: What is the most beautiful thing that you can think of?

"It’s you, boo."

Stars: Who do you think of most?

"I think about my sister a lot. She’s Katherine O’dair, sarcasm queen, firefighter's nightmare, tough as fuck. But, see, sometimes she’s just Kitty."

Black Hole: Has there ever been a point where you thought nothing would get better?

“I’m starting to lose faith entirely.” 

[mason24odair]

Tulip, Rose, Daffodil

For your birthday, what kind of cake do you ask for?

"Peanut butter ice cream cake, bruh.”

Are you currently in love with someone?

"Maybe."

What’s the most thoughtful present you’ve ever received?

"I woke up one morning with an envelope on my desk. Jeeze, those were the nights I would sleep like a log. Anyway, it had my name on it and inside was Connor’s class ring. Obviously, I was confused. So I went to his room to figure out what the joke was. And, obviously, he wasn’t there. He’d gone without saying goodbye, except for that stupid fucking ring. Doesn’t really feel like one, but it counts as a gift, right? And the dumb thing must be magic or something because it’s lucky as hell. So I keep it tied against my shoelaces every meet and every game."

[atlasdempsey]

The Morning After || Atlas and Mason

[atlasdempsey]

"Mason," Atlas started to speak but was not sure what to say next. He laced his fingers together and contemplated, his blue-grey eyes scanning the boy. This was a delicate situation. "Mason, I dod not kill your father," Atlas said, finally. He did not wait for a response but continued on, "There are two reasons. A) A while back I took a vow that I would not kill people. I am a decided pacifist. And, most importantly, B) I am not a witch." As he finished, he unclasped his hands, laying them on the arms of his chair, palm up, so that Mason could see that Atlas had nothing to hide. 

[mason24odair]

Atlas's reply echoed in his head, but the meaning didn't compute. "No," Mason said, cocking his head to the side. His gaze was smoldering. "I felt the magic that night and I know you did some advanced-as-fuck spell to mess with my mind so I wouldn't remember. But now I do." He looked from Atlas to the dog, a dark shadow bristling in the corner. The older man looked calm, but all the energy had been drained out of Mace, as if there was no more tinder for his fury. "Look, like I said earlier: you're not the only guy with magic in this town, alright? Now, you either tell me everything--the truth--or I'm going to pay you back big time." Leaning his elbows back against the closed piano, Mace wasn't sure what his threat even meant. Surely he wouldn't try to kill Atlas, not even for revenge. He didn't even know what his magic was capable of. But Atlas didn't know that and Mason's voice had taken on a crowing edge, acidicly confident, and his mouth was a cunning smirk. It was enough to make the lithe boy appear surprisingly dangerous.

[veratitan-blog]

There was an odd solace in the quiet early morning that Hannah had begun to miss greatly without her nightly runs with Mason. The bite had rendered her ankle practically useless for the weeks following the attack, and had only just begun to feel better recently. It had made her nights restless to say the least, without the familiarity of their routine to relax her normally scattered mind. But now in spite of everything that was going on, Hannah could relax for just a little while as the peace of the seemingly abandoned town loomed around her and Mason. The blonde glanced over at him as they walked. She had never been more thankful for his very presence. She couldn’t imagine what life would be like without him and their little bubble in the peaceful darkness of the night.

Hannah looked up when she felt Mace nudge her. Her eyes roamed over to playground and the swing set in particular. A tiny amused smile made an appearance as memories flitted through her head. The blonde watched as his hand found it’s way to the familiar scar that had sent a seven-year-old Hannah into a frenzy of guilt for weeks following the incident. Now thinking back to her dare, she couldn’t help but laugh softly at the memory. Mason had been so determined to prove that he could do it. “Hey you were the one who actually took there dare. I didn’t force you. Besides it was payback for you convincing me to climb that tree a few months before. My arm was in that cast for two whole months after that fall.” It felt good to reminisce about their childhood stupidity.

[mason24odair]

"Even by then you should've known I take every dare," Mason rolled his eyes. He remembered little Hannah with her arm stuck in a cast. She'd been no less fierce and her running around with it had driven Josh crazy with worry. He rubbed his thumb over the tiny bald stripe. It would stay with him forever, he knew. Suddenly, he was just a collection of scars; all healed scrapes and deep cuts left by the people in his life--and those who had left. For that split second, all of his loss seemed to throb with his heartbeat. Normally when he felt like this, he'd make an excuse to go home and lie in bed to ride it out, to just not think. But Hannah's warm presence kept him from losing himself. There were just some people who kept you grounded in the world of the living, even when you felt like drifting away.

They arrived at the firehouse, engine garages open like shadowy mouths. "This way," Mason whispered, crouching down against the side of the building. The garages were dark--the trucks like sleeping red dragons in their caves--but lights were on in the second floor windows. He motioned for Hannah to follow him and they slipped around to the side of the brick establishment. There, the architect's unusual floor plan had resulted in an awkwardly short wall at the very back of the firehouse. It was as if a corner of the square had been snipped off, leaving an edge like a dogeared page. Mace had covered the entire thing in geometric color, a rainbow of graffiti stained glass. Flitting from the wall to Hannah, brown eyes sparked with pride. He bit his lip to keep from grinning too wide and bumped the backpack a little so the cans rattled around. "So whaddaya think?"

[mason24odair]

Astrological Asks

Aurora: What is the most beautiful thing that you can think of?

Stars: Who do you think of most?

Bolide: What makes you want to give up?

Comet: Who do you like to be with?

Constellation: Is your family blood related?

Eclipse: Is there someone who you think outshines you?

Equinox: What makes you calm?

Galaxy: Who do you want to be?

Meteor: What makes you feel alive?

Nova: When were you happiest?

Orbit: Is there someone you can't stop thinking about?

Solstice: Do you prefer time with friends or time alone?

Sun Spots: What makes you feel bad about yourself?

Zenith: What makes you feel good about yourself?

Black Hole: Has there ever been a point where you thought nothing would get better?

[mason24odair]

✿ send me a floral question ✿

Daisy: How old were you when you had your first kiss?

Carnation: If I handed you a concert ticket right now, who would you want to be the performer?

Jasmine: What color looks best on you?

Foxglove: Name three facts about your family?

Allium: What's the best thing you can cook?

Orange Blossom: If you could pick the gender and appearance of your child, would you?

Calla Lily: If you died right now, what song would you want to play at your funeral?

Poinsettia: Favorite holiday dish?

Oxlip: Would you ever get into a long distance relationship?

Primrose: Favorite kind of soup?

Daffodil: What's the most thoughtful present you've ever received?

Rose: Are you currently in love with someone?

Amsonia: Would you ever become a vegan?

Peony: What's your favorite hot beverage?

Tulip: For your birthday, what kind of cake do you ask for?

Myrtle: Do you like going on airplanes?

Hibiscus: Did you ever play an instrument? If so what?

Zinnia: Who was your best friend when you were six years old?

Poppy: What color was your childhood home?

Hydrangea: Starbucks order?

Violet: Do you like where you're from?

Locust: What was your favorite book as a child?

Rhododendron: What's the scariest dream you've ever had?

Queen Anne's Lace: Would you rather carve pumpkins or wrap presents?

Magnolia: Favorite kind of candy?

Aster: Would you rather be cold or hot?

Marigold: Do you listen to what's on the radio?

Heliconia: Do you like when it rains?

Azalea: What's a movie you cried while watching?

Dandelion: Do you think you're important?

[infernuswitch-blog]

In an impulsive decision that she was now regretting, Katherine had left the house for the first time since Allison’s death. She’d figured that getting outside might be better, might make her feel like she hadn’t died right along with her best friend. So the brunette had packed up her diary, her Book of Shadows, and headed towards the Boathouse. However only a couple of minutes after she’d sat at an outside table the noise around her felt suffocating. Pushing her hair behind her hair, she decided to tough it out a little longer. She thought that maybe maybe the longer she stayed, the easier it would get but part of her knew she was simply lying to herself. 

[infernuswitch-blog]

[mason24odair]

Mace had woken up incredibly confused. Sunlight streamed through the window, throwing tiger stripes against his sheets. Glancing at his phone, dark eyebrows climbed when he registered it was nearly noon. Now that the nightmares had died down, practicing his magic till four o'clock in the morning will knock him out, apparently. Cool.

After stumbling out of bed feeling strangely well-rested, he did the usual: got changed, brushed his teeth, ignored his hair. Then, he made his way towards the Boathouse, led by his rumbling stomach more than any sense of responsibility or logic. Seven hours of sleep was an accomplishment that deserved celebration via fish fry, he figured. But as he entered the restaurant, he spotted a familiar brunette hunched over a book. In a momentary internal battle of epic proportions, Mason weighed his options. Finally, to the protest of his stomach, he abandoned the wonderful smell of grease wafting from the Boathouse doors and headed towards his sister.

"Hola," he said, sliding in across from her. As he left, the coffee cake was still sitting whole on the kitchen counter, so he knew better than to press any buttons. His eyes dropped to tiny text flowing across the open Book of Shadows. It was too small and ornate to read from his angle, but its magical properties were something he could just sense. "That is one ancient looking book."