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BEN:

The girl that had taken the spot beside him seemed kind enough . She had warm eyes and a welcoming smile , features soft and open even if he could see the nervous twitch of her fingers . She wasn’t scared as far as he could tell , though , so she either didn’t recognize him or she didn’t have the sense to be wary of him . Shocking , he thinks , as that was something he tended to share with Klaus . It was as though their powers set off alarm bells in people , awaking their survival instinct , as though something about them was wrong , dangerous . Viktor had tried once to explain it , though he quickly bit his tongue at Ben’s saddened eyes . Klaus however , thought it was a load of bullshit . He wasn’t any more dangerous than a mildly well trained soldier , if that , and he trusted wholeheartedly ( stupidly , thankfully ) that Ben would never let the eldritch monster loose on someone innocent . If someone felt fear around him , well , maybe they deserved to .

( Ben disagreed , but Klaus was a stubborn bastard when he wanted to be , and the thought of something being wrong with Ben ? Well , he refused to even entertain the idea , and Little Girl God help anyone that tried to argue with him about it , including Ben himself . )

The girl , Mia , as she had introduced herself , gave him a smile so warm , her gaze so gentle that it almost hurt to look at . It reminded him of the look Grace often gave them , though her programming never quite allowed her to seem so human , lest they forget that she wasn’t in fact their mother . It should concern him , he thinks , that the sight of that look coming from someone with a pulse made him itch beneath his skin . He rests a hand on his stomach warily , though he does his best to return the warmth in his own careful smile . He thinks it works because she relaxes more against the couch . “ Is it that obvious ? ” He tries for something between casual and playful , hoping he comes across as such . All the training didn’t leave much room for anything even remotely resembling adequate socialization . Klaus and Allison tended to handle all of that , Ben content to stay in the background . “ It’s more my brother’s scene but he’s wandered off , ” he says with a glance up the tower . “ This isn’t your scene either , I’m guessing ? ” It didn’t seem like it would be , but what did Ben know ?

Mia appreciated him now, his words were soft and his smile was precious, clearly coaxing an ease out of her and she shifted closer to his warmth, sort of smiling when he suggested it wasn't her scene. "You would be right," The blonde tried playing coy, watching as the boy self-soothed, his large hand placed on his stomach, the dark tattoo peaking out from beneath his hoodie, the mark making her brows furrow slightly, recognizing it but not quite sure where to place it without seeing the full thing. "My friend dragged me too," Mia offered, glancing away from his hand to his pretty gentle expression again, her arm resting on the back of the couch, "And she's ditched me for some dude so, you'll have to keep me company now."

She realized now he hadn't offered his name up, and she felt inclined to pressure it out of him more, offering him her nasty beer, "Maybe you can finish this for me and we can go get fresh drinks, and you can maybe tell me your name?" Mia wasn't so sure why she felt like being insistent with him, she didn't usually like getting to know boys, they weren't very nice... they liked to get their way, with little respect for other people, but this one seemed different, he seemed special, and when his eyes met hers she felt the churning in her tummy that threatened to turn into butterflies, "I mean I did tell you mine like right away."

#dyn: ben & mia

KLAUS;

When John Boy had told Klaus that there was going to be a party out by the reservoir he didn’t even have to think about accepting the invitation . That week’s mausoleum trip was still fresh in his mind , the ghosts not only haunting him during waking hours , but every time he closed his eyes as well . He doesn’t think he’s slept more than an hour since coming back that Wednesday night , dirt and grime and blood clinging to his clothes and skin . The weed wasn’t cutting it . Beneath his jacket there was still angry red scratches , some scabbed over , caused by both him and the ghosts . The tips of his fingers were tender and raw , nails bitten down to the nub . The cold of the mausoleum had yet to leave him , chilling him down to the marrow of his bones ever since the first time his darling father had locked him in , aged eight . At this point he thinks that Reginald wasn’t even expecting progress , the crypt was just his sick and twisted form of punishment for Klaus’s continuous refusal to cooperate with training . Whatever , once he got his hand on something stronger it would all go away . He’d said as much to Ben and his worried eyes , bottom lip bitten red and bloody as he always did when he knew Klaus was desperate for anything to just shut them up .

He’d at least relaxed when Klaus had walked up to Vaughn , heard the name valium which , honestly , wasn’t the worst thing Klaus had ever taken . His first OD was fresh on both their minds , white powder Klaus thought had been coke turning out to be fentanyl . ( He thinks he died and met God , but here he was alive and kicking , so it must’ve been one hell of a high ) . Still , while not happy , per say , Ben was definitely fine letting Klaus wander , confident enough that a couple of valiums wouldn’t send him into a full body shut down , so Klaus climbed up the reservoir , it’s rusty ladder creaking beneath his chucks with every precarious step .

Once safely on its landing , Klaus paused . He thought he’d be alone but someone was already there , small and blonde and seated at the edge of the landing with her legs dangling , joint between her fingers . His eyes narrowed , head tilting . There were no obvious signs of injury , but Klaus knew better than to think that meant that whoever this was was alive . He’d made that mistake too many times . The slight breeze rustled her hair , though , and he could see the soft shiver from it travel down her spine , cheeks and nose flushed pink . Alive . Good . He let out a small sigh of relief and dropped himself down a foot or so away , sliding his legs over the edge and glancing through the railing , eyes searching for his brother on instinct . “ They look like ants from up here , ” he mutters , finding Ben in the crowd and nodding to himself , shoulders relaxing . “ Think if I shout for them to play TLC they would ? Kind of itching to hear Waterfalls . ”

Harley's thoughts were muddled, she could hear the music beating down below, the song being carried up to her in the soft whispers and whistles of the wind that blew her curls back, throat scratching and raw as she continued to suck at the end of the nearing roach length joint. It was spent but she was desperate for the last few puffs, wanted to the sticky sweet smoke to link with her cells, to clog her veins, to help her heart slow and thoughts relax. Though it wasn't, and she wish she'd saved herself something a little stronger when partying earlier that week.

The blonde sighed when she felt the shake of the rails, glancing in time to see the mopy brown curls peeking up from the opening of the landing of the tower, humming as the tall skinny by flopped himself down beside her. He was familiar, she'd seen him at a couple parties, always loud, always making jokes, always with that dead look behind his oddly bright green eyes. The black tattoo peeking out from under his sleeve when he wrapped his arm around the railing really jogged her memory though. Klaus Hargreeves, the superhero kid. "I think they're more into 50 cent right now," Harley mused, flicking the roach from her fingers and watching as it fell down to the ground below them, "And i'm pretty sure the DJ is this dick from my Trig class, but I say go for it,"

#dyn: klaus & harley

ROMY;

Romy had been browsing the aisle , deciding between peach rings or gummy worms or both along with a six pack of cheer beer when she heard the harsh ding of the bell above the door . She almost didn’t look over until the person spoke , offering the cashier a quick hello . She recognized that voice pretty instantly , as it had been the one she’d spent the last week with . Romy found herself smiling at the sound of it , biting her inner cheek quickly to quell the rising warmth in her chest before she turned , eyes flitting about the store in search of her new friend . It took all but two seconds , considering she was walking towards Romy , playful smirk on her lips . “ You’re stalking me now ? Kinda hot . I’ll warn you now , though , I’m not wearing any panties for you to steal . ”

It didn't take much to get Callie hooked on someone. A pretty face, kind words, and a skilled set of hands usually was all it took, but Romy... Romy was her newest and deepest obsession, a gorgeous girl who she'd sought out when she tried her hand at roller derby. It didn't take Callie long to decide the hobby most certainly was not for her, but she got a hot hook up in the showers from it, and now she was running into Romy at the 7/11 right by her apartment like some lifetime LGBTQ meet cute. Her nose wrinkled playfully at the other's words, moving to snatch the bag of peach rings from her grasp, "Mm no panties but you have these, last bag too you bitch," Callie toyed playfully, leaning in to press a quick kiss to the other girl's lips, "Are you busy? Wanna come back to mine?

#dyn: romy & callie

gasclines

Ben really had no idea why he had come to this stupid party . It wasn’t like Klaus had actively asked him to come along , but his brother was an idiot at the best of times . A Klaus craving a fix was downright stupid , so he followed , ever the silent shadow ( Klaus would beg to differ , he said Ben was actually quite naggy , like a mother hen ) . Only the worst of Klaus’s dealers weren’t here , just some college kid with access to his mother’s valium and a willingness to fork over six of them for the twenty bucks in pocket change Klaus had scrounged up from slipping silently into their sibling’s rooms ( not Five’s , no one had been in there since he’d run away , even Klaus could respect that ) and searching for loose bills given to them by grateful citizens . Now , Ben was sat on a dingy couch that smelled vaguely of beer , weed , and sweat , watching as Klaus climbed up the reservoir’s rusty ladder and relaxing as soon as he saw Klaus’s legs disappear over the small railing , feet firmly on the grate surrounding the tank . His head fell back , a deep sigh escaping him as he listened to the music , recognizing it as some old classic 80′s band Luther probably had a vinyl of . If he focused enough , the chatter fell away and he was back home in his bed , book in hand as One’s music filled the house .

The illusion shattered however , when he felt a dip in the couch beside him and barely held back a grimace . He really hoped it wasn’t a couple , that would be extremely annoying . He opens one eye in a squint , head turning towards the stranger disturbing his peace , sitting up when his eyes met the sharp blue of of the blonde’s beside him and giving a slight , confused smile . “ Uhm … hi ? ”

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She didn’t think of herself as a party girl. No, Mia really preferred keeping to herself, keeping to her books, enjoying the company of close friends rather than a room full of strangers. But her girlfriend was desperate to go to the bonfire at the old quarry, she wanted to impress the boy that she was obsessing over. A pretty stone-faced jock who barely spoke more than two sentences at a time to her, Mia disapproved but… she was at least happy, and if she didn’t go her friend would’ve gone on her own, and that just wouldn’t have been good. So here she was, nursing the same warn frothy beer that reminded her of her uncle’s breath and listening to the screams and shouts of glee from the rest of the drunken student body of her high school… all but one unfamiliar face at least. She thought of herself as a empath, someone in tune with others emotions, someone who could pick up on things, and this boy seemed to be enjoying himself about as much as she was, he was someone new, someone interesting, and the longer she stared the more she felt her body moving it’s way towards him until she was plopped down beside him, a pretty sheepish smile spreading across her features when he gave her a confused one in return.

“Hi,” Mia’s voice was soft and airy, tucking a blonde curl behind her ear as she offered a tiny shrug, “You seem like you don’t really belong with this crowd,” the tone was playful, hoping her assumption wouldn’t offend, but the more she gazed the more she doubted it would, he seemed tense but calm, his smile soft and reaching his eyes, making her stomach turn and chest tighten, “I’m Mia.”

#ben & mia

“you know if you’d pick your shit up you’d probs get laid more,” winter muttered as she kicked the huge pile of clothes romy had laid out on the floor to the side, head shaking, “like seriously how the fuck does anyone come in here and not instantly run away in fear at the small of your three-day-old fucking, microwave lasagna sitting out still?” she gestured to her little kitchen counter, “i’m pretty sure it’s got mold in it.” the blonde sighed head shaking as she moved over to the fridge to grab herself a drink, nose wrinkling at the lack of contents inside it, “rom seriously where is your food?” she groaned as she reached in, finding a half-empty bottle of water and deciding on it, looking over at the brunette as she lounged across her couch lazily, clearly not caring about all the things winter was currently bitching about, “you’re an absolute mess.” she muttered, unscrewing the cap and moving to take a swig of the water, or at least… what she originally thought was water only to be met with the burning taste of vodka. @gasclines

#romy x winter