Owen Davis

30 yrs old | Doctor/Hunter

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"Gods don’t have mercy. That is why they’re Gods." 

Zeus - Chris Hemsworth  Poseidon - Chris Evans Hades - Luke Evans 

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[allysonbellefry]

Scream My Name | Allyson & Owen

[allysonbellefry]

Allyson smirked, spreading her hands as she tilted her head in mock wonder.  “Have some faith, Winny.  You know they can’t keep a girl like me down,” she retorted, grinning at him.  “But it was sweet of you to worry.  I know you have nothing to do when I’m not around but miss me,” she teased.  She skirted the matter of survival with help.  They’d have time for that and, as the smile died on her lips, she tried not think of all the people who hadn’t survived.  She smirked again at the sound of his quip.  “Believe me, no one would ever mistake you for a Hunter in that get up.”  She wasn’t going to tell him it was just one more look he pulled off flawlessly, afterall.

She was glad she hadn’t waited to see the revelation dawn on him, fully.  She’d seen the tightness in his shoulders, how his pen suddenly went still, mid-signature, and that had been enough.  Even if it was just walking, Allyson was grateful to be doing something, to be on the move in that instant.

Her eyes twinkled as the blond shook her head, laughing.  “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?  Just like Romeo and Juliet…at least insofar as we’re two idiots who are bound to die on account of our bad choices.  I’m just not clear on why I’d have to stop Hunting to be with you.  Admit it, Allyson Bellefry: Huntress always held a certain appeal for you.  You don’t have to deny it.  I already know it’s true.”  Allyson arched her brows softly at him.

"Unrequited?" she added, arching a brow.  "I think we both know you haven’t been able to get me off your mind since that night."  It was obvious from her tone she meant the night they’d finally slept together…and truthfully that went both ways.  Death had seemed inevitable and they’d agreed it seemed like a good way to spend their last night on earth…And then, of course, they’d managed to survive, afterall.  Allyson tried to play it off like it was nothing but, either way, she regretted nothing.

"I really did follow a boy here, though," she added, smirking despite herself.  She chuckled after a short pause.  "It’s nothing like that.  I owe him."  I owe him the life he missed out on, she thought, hoping he didn’t notice the touch of frown around her lips.  She still couldn’t shake the way he’d looked at her just before death had overtaken him.  God, he’d tried to comfort her…Allyson had no idea how to go about telling that sad story to the man beside her.  “I ruined his life, Owen.  I’m here to set thing to rights, and that’s the truth.  It’s just a happy coincidence that you happen to be here…but, if I’m being completely honest…” she raised her blue eyes to meet his.  “I’m grateful it worked out that way.”

[owen-davis]

He rolled his eyes at her suggestion that all he did was worry about and miss her while she was away. The truth was, he was more or less rolling his eyes at the fact that she had guessed the truth. Owen didn't worry because he thought that Allyson couldn't take care of herself, quite the contrary. Owen knew, from personal experience, that Allyson could kick some major ass. But that didn't stop him from worrying and, even missing, her when they weren't together. Being a hunter wasn't a joke, and even though he knew she was perfectly capable, he definitely slept better when he knew for a fact that Allyson Bellefry was safe.

He chuckled at her comparison of the two of them to Romeo and Juliet. "But you have to admit, our deaths would definitely be much more bad ass than theirs, Ally." he retorted, a smug smirk on his face, knowing full well she hated being called that, as he nudged her shoulder playfully with his. It was true, since the day they'd signed up to be hunters, Allyson and Owen had been destined for pretty epic deaths. Dying in their sleep simply wasn't in the cards for them. Or maybe it was... for Allyson now, at least. 

Owen had been about to question her, get some more details about the craziness that was Allyson no longer being a hunter, when she mentioned that night. He froze for a second, falling behind her as his mind travelled back to that night. To this day, Owen hadn't been able to make himself forget the night he'd spent with her. It had sparked something inside of him that he'd never allowed himself to admit was actually there. And to this day, whenever, it was brought up, Owen was always taken aback a little bit. Quickly, he rushed to catch up to her. "Says the girl who shows up in my office to let me know she's moving to my hometown... I don't know Bellefry, if one of us can't get the other off their mind, I'd say the evidence points to you." And you know, I haven't been able to stop thinking about that night or you since. he wanted to say, but that would be taking things too far. 

His smirk faded quickly, much more quickly than he should have allowed, when she mentioned a boy. He quickly hid the anxious frown that overtook his features as he pictured Allyson with some... boy, when she said it wasn't anything like that. It was amazing what the thought of Allyson with someone else, not that she was even his, could do to him. "What, was his brother a vamp you staked or something?" he asked as he buried his hands into his pants pockets. A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth as he turned to look down at her, "But I'm happy that he, however dumb he was to get mixed up with whatever he got mixed up with, brought you here too, smallfry." And then, in an uncharacteristically non-teasing manner, Owen reached around her back and placed his hand on her shoulder, pulling her body towards his and leaning down to place a soft kiss to her head. "Seriously, Allyson. I'm glad to have you in Oxford." he added after a few moments. Clearly, Owen Davis was not over that night.

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[owen-davis]

Sugar, Sugar How'd You Get So Fly | Owenly (closed)

The Davis family hadn't been on one of their 'family trips' in a while now, a month at least. And while Owen enjoyed the time off to have a real life and see his friends and you know, sleep in his own bed, he was starting to go a little stir crazy. Sure, the hospital kept him busy and all of his home visits that his super talented (at hurting themselves, that is) friends provided more than enough entertainment. But still, Owen could feel all of the pent up energy starting to drive him crazy. 

When Owen wasn't on a hunt, he did a really good job of keeping in shape. Usually spending around 2 hours in the gym a day doing a mix of cardio and weightlifting to ensure that he would be in tip top shape if/when he had to go on a hunt. Hunts may have become an enjoyable pastime for Victor, Vivian and Owen, but that didn't mean they didn't still present challenges. They were hunting vampires after all. And while the Davis cousins were experts at hunting the monsters, the fangers still had a lot on them when it came to brute strength. And the longer he went without going on a hunt, the longer Owen's workout sessions tended to become. 

He had spent an hour and a half in the gym already today when he finally realized that working out simply wasn't cutting it. He need to hit something, feel the rush of combat, have a near death experience, experience an adrenaline rush of some kind... something. And he knew just the girl who could provide a few of those. 

Henley. 

After showering, although he wasn't sure what the point was considering he knew he was in store for a workout one way or another from his favorite martial arts instructor, he threw on a pair of jeans and a white, v-neck, long sleeved shirt and jumped in his truck. It was almost 5pm on a Tuesday, which meant that Henley would be at the gym she taught martial arts at. He was hoping he'd catch her at the end of a class and maybe get a sparring session in after the kiddos left. 

As it happened, she was still teaching when he parked and entered the gym. He watched her help a pudgy 12 year old with his foot placement and couldn't help but chuckle. Who knew a girl who could seriously kick any man's ass be so great with kids? It was a trait Owen had never expected to find in Henley, but once he actually got to know her, it hadn't been too surprising. 

After watching for a few minutes from outside, he walked into the class room. "Oh don't mind me, class." he said as he walked to the back of the room, pulling a chair out from against the wall, turning it backwards so that he could lean against the back and face Henley and the kids. "I'm just here to make sure Miss Hanson's teaching you all the proper way to fight." he added, trying to keep a serious face as his eyes finally flitted over to Henley, sending a wink that he knew would infuriate her, her way.

She was going to kill him for this. 

[jess-degouw]

[eleanoracarrington]

War Rages On || Owen & Nora

As expected, Oxford was turning out to be a pretty big bore for Nora. She knew the number of risks she ran leaving the Bellefrys back in Europe the way she had, but in her defense, her family would be just as furious if something had happened to Valencia during her time away. In a sense, it was a lose-lose situation for the vampire. While Nora was still somewhat in the dark about Val’s reasons for wanting to leave her family behind, the would blindly follow the youngest Bellefry to the ends of the earth.

Honestly, Val would be the death of her.

As a hunter in a town full of supernaturals, Nora was having a rather difficult time keeping her promise of staying out of trouble. Hunting is all she knew; hell, she’d been doing it nonstop for the past three centuries. And now she was suddenly being forced to keep a low profile…which unfortunately meant no killing.

But as it turned out, Nora wasn’t the only one trying to keep a low profile.

Over the past few years some of the Davis family, fellow hunters, had taken residence in Oxford. Nora had yet to meet Vivian and Victor, but there was one name in particular that caught the vampires attention: Owen Davis. Returning from a “trip” in Texas, Owen Davis was finally back in town. Naturally, Nora was inclinded to see if this was true for herself.

"So the rumors are true," she said, a rather impressed look on the vampires face as she leaned against the wall of the building. It hadn’t exactly taken much to track down where Owen was staying. He wouldn’t remember her of course; Owen was only four years old the last time the pair had seen one another. "And I have to say, Owen, saving your ass was definitely a good decision on my part," she added, a faint grin on the vampires lips as her blue eyes examined the man before her.

[owen-davis]

After having gotten back and meeting Viv for their traditional drinks after a hunt, Owen hadn't gotten the chance to go out much since their return from Texas. He'd been occupied with getting certain idiot friends out of trouble (aka Hax and Sage and even Finn, for the man possibly wouldn't have eaten that night if it hadn't been for Owen's fridge) and then of course, getting caught up on all of his work at the hospital. Unfortunately, all of that hadn't left much time for Owen to revisit the bar scene in Oxford. 

He was on his way to do so, to get rip roaring drunk with whichever Belfront was causing a ruckus at Oxford Barr when a smooth, silky, and somehow somewhat familiar voice interrupted his venture. Slowing so that his next step down the cold stairway from his apartment complex was prolonged, Owen turned in the direction the voice had come from, his head cocking to the side a little as the female who had spoken came into view. His gaze ran over the female. He didn't know her, couldn't recognize her face and yet, something about the beautiful brunette seemed vaguely familiar. Owen walked towards her until he was standing less than a couple feet from her, his head still cocked to the side. "I'm sorry, have we met before" he asked quizzically. "I'm pretty sure I'd remember if someone as gorgeous as yourself 'saved my ass.'" he added, the corners of his lips pulling upwards into one of Owen's infamous charming grins as he gazed over at her. She may have been crazy, bat-shit crazy because he definitely couldn't remember ever having been saved by the lady standing before him. But Owen didn't mind at all when she looked like that. In fact, if he were lucky, maybe she'd even let him thank her for said imaginary rescue. 

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[owen-davis]

Need Ass | Hax & Owen (closed)

[rileyhaxon]

The story of how Hax had sent the gayest text of his life was in keeping with how he spent the rest of his life. It had, naturally, started with some liquor. Admittedly, even now, Hax might’ve been drunk - he just wasn’t sure. That was the problem with being drunk after all. After his festive night if carousing, he’d decided to return home but, on the way, had chosen to pick a particularly voluptuous pocket. In his impaired state, he made a botch of it.

Having actually succeeded in grabbing the wallet, he then proceeded to unceremoniously drop it, $100 bills raining everywhere. That’s when the shouting had begun and Hax, seizing a handful of the fluttering bills, had made a run for it. That went better than you might have expected, until the very end. Jumping up into a tree that grew beside “his” apartment window, Hax got right to the window, cantilevering from a tree branch, secured chiefly by his legs, he somehow managed to open the window, and propel himself…falling inside, fortunately, but still falling, and hurting his arm in the process. Inebriated and with only one hand, he’d sent this text, forgetting to add the all important ‘t’ at the end for the abbreviation of “asst.” Truthfully, Hax had failed to recognize his mistake, even now as he heard Owen pounding at the door. “Owen!” He shouted, waking up suddenly from where he hadn’t realized he’d fallen asleep on the floor, in the same spot at the base of the window. Lumbering to the door, he hurled it open and half-hugged, half-stumbled against him. “Doc, I screwed up my arm,” he said, chuckling at himself. “Fix it?” He paused. “I’m not dying. But I probably do owe you my life, at this point,” he added with a cheeky grin. “I’m kinda your responsibility now.” Hax clapped him on the shoulder with his good arm. “I don’t know what’s in the fridge, but you’re welcome to whatever’s in there.” He didn’t know what was in there for a reason but he wasn’t going to mention that none of it was his to give.

[owen-davis]

Owen's surly attitude just about disappeared the second his friend opened the door and stumbled into him. He rolled his eyes and ran his hand down his face as he listened to Hax ramble on about him being Owen's responsibility now. When was Hax ever not Owen's responsibility?  

Oh Hax. Owen placed his hands on Hax's shoulders and steered him back into the apartment he was currently residing in. "Come on, child. Let's check you out." he chuckled, shutting the door behind him. "So what'd you do to it?" he asked, curious as to the explanation. Hax always managed to have the most interesting stories as to how he injured himself. Owen plopped down on the couch, setting his medical kit at his feet as he gave his friend a look over. So far, there didn't seem to be too much external damage. 

[armitagesangel]

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[finn-sanders]

kill for a cold cut | owen & finn (closed)

[finn-sanders]

Owen was a man of substance. ‘Substance’ as in he had a fridge with food in it because he actually paid his electric bills to keep said fridge running. Finn loved a man with substance. He pulled a kitchen chair over and plopped down in it as he raided the goods in the freezer.

"What do you mean ‘restore your reputation’?” he asked with a huff as he stuck his finger in a container of tupperware, sniffing the unknown substance (in case it had cabbage or celery or something weird in it) before sticking it in his mouth. “Good casserole,” he commented mostly to himself as he reached for some ketchup, squeezed a bit over the top of it, and grabbed a spoon to continue eating it.

Finn pointedly ignored Owen’s question for a moment longer as he pulled out necessary ingredients to make a sandwich before finally slamming the fridge door shut and side-eying him. “Honestly, I’ve only been here for 45 seconds and you’re already at it with the 20 questions,” he tutted with an eye roll.

Not that Finn was actually concerned too much about Owen knowing what trouble he had managed to get into these past few months.

"Do you ever remember me telling you about a hot naked red head in my house eating my peanut butter and drinking my beer?" he scratched the back of his neck and rose a brow at his friend before moving along and squirting a diabetic amount of mayonnaise over a slice of bread. He had tried telling Toby and Caden about said redhead but they told him to stop getting day drunk on Tuesdays. Finn shrugged and continued. "I tried following her out of town — we were in love, man! Well I was in love. Also she stole my favorite shirt. Regardless, I lost track of her around the time I realized that I also didn’t have a car or any money… 3 months in Jackson for attempted robbery."

Finn smushed the bread together and bit into his cold cut that consisted of all of the meat that Owen had in his fridge. “But enough about me. What have you been up to? Other than restoring this reputation you claim that I took from you,” he rolled his eyes.

[owen-davis]

"I mean," he began as he watched Finn raid his fridge, chuckling slightly at his inspection of the tupperware, knowing full well it would have been rejected if it had had too much healthy crap in it. "That I had to get back into the good graces of my neighbors that you had, so kindly, managed to turn against me with all of your tomfoolery." Okay, not really. Owen didn't give a rat's ass about what his neighbors thought about him. He was hardly ever home, to begin with, what with all of the family "outings" and working at the hospital so he didn't spend much time socializing with them anyways. 

"Dude, you know full well that if I don't ask at least '20 questions,'" he made quotation marks with his fingers while he spoke. "you'd feel unmissed. And we wouldn't want that." he added, shaking his head before moving over to the counter and leaning against it as Finn finally shut the refrigerator door, with what looked like one of the most colossal sandwiches Owen had ever seen. And since he became friends with Finn, Owen had seen a lot of colossal sandwiches. 

When Finn finally began his story, Owen cocked a brow at him. "You mean the redhead who nobody else ever really saw but you?" he asked, quizzically, not doing a very good job of keeping the disbelief from his voice. "Dude, you must've been in love to try and track her down!" he laughed, as far as he knew, the only thing Finn had ever tracked down was a sandwich. Owen shook his head with a chuckle as he tried to imagine Finn trying to keep track of an actual human being. "Maybe I should've  taken you along on a few hunts over the years, get you those tracking skills."

Owen shrugged his shoulders as Finn easily shifted the focus of the conversation from himself to Owen. He knew Finn didn't really do the whole 'explaining himself' thing all that much. He was a forever independent, do his own thing without checking in with anybody, kinda guy and that was fine. "Not much, just got back from a hunt. Oh, Sage Garten took a lesson from your book and got arrested for getting into a brawl at a bar." Owen shrugged again. His life was fairly... boring. Hunts weren't exciting anymore, he and his cousins were far too skilled for hunts to pose any real excitement and with Finn gone, the only trouble he'd gotten to had been trespassing when he'd stitched up a drunk Hax in someone else's apartment. 

[allysonbellefry]

Scream My Name | Allyson & Owen

"Shocking!" exclaimed Allyson, blue eyes twinkling as she leaned in the doorway.  "Look at you, TDH, looking so respectable."  Allyson’s grin was mischievous as she straightened and walked further into the room.  "If I didn’t know better," she said, pushing the door shut behind her.  "I might think you were an actual civi."  Allyson might’ve been a civilian, herself, now, but Owen still wasn’t…even if looks could deceive.

Being a Hunter, Allyson hadn’t had much occasion to visit hospitals, before, but that was over.  She needed to know where it was now, right?  Maybe that was just an excuse.  She still had some ties to her old life that she didn’t mean to ever cut.  Val was one and Owen was another.  Allyson had waited till the end of Owen’s shift just to see him - not that she was going to admit that.

"Big news," she began, shrugging.  "I’m thwarting all my ancestors and throwing in the towel."  She tried to play it off with a smile.  "No more Hunting for me."  Slowly, Allyson raised her eyes to find his, wondering what he’d make of this announcement.  Davises and Bellefries had been Hunting for centuries, on many occasions jointly, but her entire family had died on the job.  It was time, she told herself, time for so many reasons.  "Well?"  Allyson bit her lip, searching his face.  "You going to try and talk me out of it, Doc?"

Taking a step back, she hooked her finger over her shoulder.  “Come on, let’s swing by my place and talk it over.”  Allyson grinned.  “That’s right: my place.  I have an actual house, now.”

[owen-davis]

Owen had just finished up with 60 year old female patient who seemed to have a new, "life-threatening" illness every week. Whether it was because she was actually a hypochondriac or because she seemed to have quite a big crush on Dr. Davis, Owen wasn't entirely sure. But either way, Mrs. Smith showed up in his office every Friday, towards the end of his shift. And he had a sneaking suspicion it was in the hopes that he might one day ask her out. 

It was all pretty comical though, and Owen saw her each week, when he wasn't on a hunt, happily. So that's why, when he heard the quiet footfall, very distinctive of a female, approaching his office, he almost thought the elderly lady had come back. He had half of a witty remark ready when he heard someone else's voice entirely behind him. Spinning around in his spinning chair, Owen couldn't help the grin that came to his lips. "Well, look who managed to survive a hunt without any help from me!" he teased as Allyson walked further into the examination room. He looked down at his white coat and the button up he wore underneath it, smirking. "Pretty good disguise, huh?"

He was signing the very last of his paperwork, finishing up so that he could leave, when the bomb dropped. 

Slowly, he turned in his chair to face her. His eyes searching her as if looking for any sign that this was a joke. It had to be a joke. She may have been 7 years younger than her, but as far back as he could remember, Allyson Bellefry had been hunting vamps, just like him. Sure, they weren't always together for said hunts, but they'd trained together, gone on hunts together, killed together. Surely, she wasn't serious. He was just about to tell her the joke was over when she was already heading towards the door, expecting him to follow. 

He shook his head, as if trying to shake his world back into place and slowly rose to his feet. Taking his long, white coat off, he hung it up on the coat rack near the door and grabbed his briefcase (yes, Owen Davis did in fact own a briefcase). Seconds later, he was moving to quickly catch up with her. Because that was thing about Allyson Bellefry. Even after a bomb like this, Owen Davis would always follow her. 

"You must have finally given into your unrequited love for me then." he said, from over her shoulder as he caught up to her. He then moved to fall into step beside her. "To give up hunting and move to my hometown." his usual smirk was back on his lips as he looked over at his blonde companion. But there was still a tinge of disbelief or uncertainty. What would the world be like without Allyson hunting vampires beside him?

[hiddlesy]

My mantra? Get on with it. Just get on with it. Get on with it. You can say it in as many different ways as you like. Life is as easy or as complicated as you make it.

[owen-davis]

Need Ass | Hax & Owen (closed)

"At home. Need ass" That was the text that woke Owen Davis at 3am this Thursday night. In his just woken up state, it took Owen much longer than it should have to decipher what Riley Haxon was trying to tell him in his short text. Did Hax really need ass? Why was he texting him? Couldn't he text Claire or you know... a female at least? Then, as his brain began to process things, Owen put two and two together and realized what must have happened. Hax had meant to type assistance, but his phone battery must have died. Lord knew the idiot never remembered to charge the damn thing. 

Grumbling a few very choice curses under his breath, Owen slowly crawled out of bed. Throwing a hoodie and a pair of sweats on, he made the short drive over to Hax's, or at least to the apartment Hax was currently residing in. Owen preferred not to ask too many questions when it came to Hax's living situation. Too many times the answer had been fairly illegal. 

Slamming the driver's door closed to Owen's car, he made his way up the steps into the shoddy apartment building. Pounding on the door, louder than was probably appropriate considering the hour, Owen demanded entrance. "Hax, you better be dying, if you're calling me this god damned early!" he yelled, though of course, everyone knew Owen Davis had a soft spot for Hax. He'd never be truly mad at him.

[finn-sanders]

kill for a cold cut | owen & finn (closed)

Finnigan mother-fuckin’ Sanders was back, babies!

He honestly had no idea when he left Oxford, or how long he had been gone, or even what day it was today. Not that that was relevant because even when he hadn’t just spent two months in county and another two months wandering around looking for a particular redhead named Bunnie, he still wouldn’t know the date. Finn lived life on the edge.

But what Finn lacked in book smarts he more than made up for in street smarts. He was a survivor! He could wheel and deal with the best of them! He had been eating prison food and rabbit carcasses for four months!

He hitched a ride from an old man in a truck who he couldn’t really understand (he either said freeway or three way and Finn wasn’t really down for either, to be honest) and Finn mostly nodded and attempted to smile. The guy might have been a serial killer. It probably wasn’t smart to have the guy drop him off right at the front door of Owen’s house.

"Okay, well, this is my house. Where my body builder wife lives. With our two hundred pound rottweilers. Soooo thanks for the ride!" Finn hopped out of the truck grabbing his duffle bag out of the bed of the truck and jogging up to the front door. He knocked. Like, at least 47 times even though the creepy old man had already driven away. At this point Finn was just starving for a sandwich. "Dude, you better pick up or I’m gonna eat your lawn gnome."

[owen-davis]

The day Finn Sanders left Oxford was quite possibly the worst day of Owen's life. Life had simply lost all meaning since Finn's departure, Owen had given up on living. He simply couldn't imagine a world in which his trailer park counterpart wasn't around to fight him for the last twizzler... every time, a world in which Finn wasn't around to make sure he got into as much trouble as he possibly could, a world in which Owen wasn't constantly looking over his shoulder because his friend had 'bestowed' his latest steal (literally) on Owen's person for safekeeping. Life just didn't make sense without Finn Sanders. 

Okay, maybe that was a little dramatic. Maybe Owen's world hadn't stopped spinning because Finn wasn't around, but to say that Owen hadn't felt his friend's absence would be a lie. In fact, Owen's world had gone on spinning just perfectly, without incident even. But Finn Sanders definitely brought a certain... spice to life that Owen had gotten quite used to over the last, who knew how many years. Finn was the peanut butter; the very nutty, crunchy peanut butter and Owen was definitely the grape jelly in their bromanceful sandwich. And without the peanut butter, what do you have? Nothing but a soggy slice of bread with jelly on it. 

Sure, Owen had gotten a few cryptic phone calls from Finn over the last four months. But they were usually from a pay phone, only lasting a few minutes before the change Finn had managed to swipe from someone ran out and usually consisted of vague messages that didn't make much sense. They didn't really do much but confirm to Owen that his friend was in fact, alive after all this time. 

So when Owen heard someone pounding on his door and then a loud idiot hollering something about a gnome, Owen shook his head and chuckled as he walked toward the door. Opening it with a frown on his face, he crossed his arms over his chest and frowned at the ruffian before him. "I'm only letting you in because I've worked very hard to restore my reputation in this neighborhood while you've been gone and I don't want a idiot like you spoiling all of my hard work." Stepping aside, he smirked and rolled his eyes, punching Finn on the shoulder as he walked past him into house. "Plus, you know damn well that gnome is the most expensive thing I own, Sanders. How dare you!" he added, indignantly as he closed the door behind them. When he had, Finn was already in his kitchen, no doubt raiding his fridge. "Where the hell were you all this time?" Owen asked, leaning against the door frame as he watched his friend demolish everything in his sight. 

[sage-garten-blog-blog]

Exit Wounds || Owen & Sage (closed)

[sage-garten-blog-blog]

My chest, he wanted to say. But that wasn’t something that medicine or bandages could fix. Still, Sage gazed back at his friend for a moment before saying, “My side.” He tugged his shirt out from where it had been tucked into his slacks, then raised up the left side of his shirt to show just a fraction of the way his whole side was tinged purple. He then dropped the fabric before waving his hand a little to his friend, “But it’s just bruising. I’ll survive, you’ve done enough.”

He paused to gaze at Owen. “Thank you,” he added, reaching out and taking hold of his friend’s hand. Sage offered Owen a warm smile before releasing his hand and leaning back against the couch again. He stared up at the ceiling for a long time before saying, “I think it’s finally time to take your silent advice.” He side-eyed Owen for a moment with a small grin. “I’m your best friend, you don’t have to say anything for me to know what you’re saying. Or wanting to say.”

Sage let out a long breath, “It’s time to let her go.” Not that they ever could have happened anyway. He’d been fooling himself for a long time. “And now it’s like I can’t even go about having a criminal life without her wanting to be involved,” he joked, chuckling lightly and wincing at the pain that brought. “Maybe I just need to get out of town,” he pondered aloud before turning his head to look at Owen again, “Do you take stowaways on your trips?”

[owen-davis]

Owen nearly winced when he saw the bruising that had already set in on Sage's side. From what Owen could see, Sage had a bruised rib cage at least. If Sage was this bad and if what he'd said was true, Owen would really like to see what poor shape the other guy was in. Sage was bad enough. Leaning forward with his forearms on his legs, he pushed himself upwards and walked to kitchen, as Sage spoke, easily hearing him considering the kitchen and his living room were joined.

When he came back into the room and saw Sage looking at him out of the corner of his eye, his hands one which held a ice pack and the other which held a glass of water, fell to his sides and a guilty smile pulled at the corner of his lips. "And here I thought I'd perfected my poker face." he sighed, before walking around the couch again and sitting on the table in front of Sage. 

He handed Sage the ice pack and took out a couple tylenol's, holding them out in the palm of his hand and the glass of water in the other. As Sage processed through where he was at with Rose, Owen leaned forward, resting his elbows on his legs again and reached up, scratching absentmindedly at the beginnings of the beard that lined his jawline that was the trademark of his return from a  hunt. He chuckled at Sage's suggestion, "You know how Viv feels about bending the rules." He then turned serious. "Do you think you can really give her up?" he asked quietly after a few moments. Owen hated asking the question, but he felt like it needed to be asked. Sage was addicted to Rose and despite what he may say, Owen wasn't sure he was truly ready to give her up.