𝓇𝒾𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈 & 𝓇𝑜𝒶𝒹𝓈

Rivers 'til I reach you

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charliengel‌--

“Hey, hi, excuse me,” she said, stopping someone on the sidewalk. “I haven’t been in town for about a decade and I’m trying to get my partner to go out and meet people. Do you mind if I take a picture and grab your name and contact info? He likes pina coladas and getting caught in the rain,” she smiled, raising the camera to her eye, looking through it at the person. She pulled it away, hand back to resting near her waist. “Oh, do you like the polaroid camera? I bedazzled it for him to ensure he would keep his paws off it. No, he’s not a werewolf.” 

“Oh I mean I guess?” It was a bit odd, but in his time Mathias had seen odder. Plus, he was always down for chances to meet new people of all times. From the women’s partner ( romantic partner? life partner? cop kind? hm. ) to the women herself who seemed very full of life in his opinion. “I like pina Coladas too.” He spoke, those specific likes feeling familiar but unable to place. “Oh yeah, I think it’s very cool.” He really did, frankly. Mathias hadn’t seen one for ages. “It’s very shiny.”  He complimented her further. 

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yasemin-asli‌--

A nymph, one of her own. Yasemin was all for assisting new residents of Lethe. After all, she was the one that thought of the newcomer program. Therefore, when the young man before her asked for directions, she was all hands on deck to assist. “Absolutely!” she exclaimed. The Councilwoman paused and studied him briefly, until a name came to mind. “Mathias right? Where are you heading to?” 

He smiled a bit at her enthusiasm, it was nice. Mathias appreciated kindness, truly. In his travels he’d stumbled upon a great many people and the best experiences were with the ones who were, well, kind. "Thank you.” He said in earnest. “Yes, that’s me.” He nodded. “Could I ask your name? If thats alright?” He hadn’t caught it and was curious about the kind women’s name. “I was heading to the general store?” He wasn’t sure if they had a CVS around here but he needed something like it.

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nadeyaroshan‌--

Deya adjusted the cap on her head as she looked at the new man. Or she thought he was new, but she never bothered to keep up with who came and went. It wasn’t her job, her job was to put out the messes if they were pyromaniacs. “Sure. Where are you headed?” Her mouth twitched in the corner in slight amusement as she watched him fall from a thick bush, eyebrow quirked up. “In fact, where are you coming from?”

“Grocery store.” It didn’t matter if it was the small sort or the big, Mathias needed to pick up some food. He was used to eating out at places due to not having a kitchen or proper tools to cook. However now that he had one of those, a home, he needed to get in the habit of cooking dinner--- he also needed to get cooking utensils. There were many things he needed to do now. “Oh I,” A sheepish chuckle fell from his lips. “I uh, I fell-- and it was this whole thing and so I finally saw an exitish and went for it.”

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ivysloane‌--

Ivy tensed up at the strange man. But when she heard the lilt of his voice, his awkwardness, his body language… she was in no fucking danger. “Yeah? You know there’s less than ten miles for the entire town, right?” She sighed, but softened. “Where do you need to go? Are you uh… new?” She wasn’t used to someone so old looking appearing so, well, forlorn. It was like a lost puppy in the rain, except the sun shone brightly and beautifully today. 

With the flick of her wrist, Ivy illustrated a map in front of the two. It looked like old, tan parchment and was slightly wrinkled as if it were used, even though it wasn’t there a second earlier. Like the Marauder’s Map, it showed people walking around Lethe as blinking feet. “Do you see your destination on this map? Or is it somewhere more obscure, or farther away?”

His lips fell agape at her pointing out what was quite obvious, and the fact along with it that he was just that horrible with directions. A trait that remained in application since he was a kid to his young adulthood when he’d travel and even now when he was attempting to settle. “I’m new?” Both true and an excuse. “I’m looking for the,” A grimace because oh man is he going to sound like, well, an idiot. “I’m looking for the thrift store.” All this searching and getting lost only to find the store, try and head ‘home’ and then do the whole thing again. He felt silly for having to ask. The fact of it though was he needed some new clothes and thrift stores were, well, his jam. 

Mathias blinked his eyes at the sight of the map but still was swift in taking in her given knowledge that the map brought forth. “Cool.” He complimented quite fast, needing to say so before moving onwards, taking a brief notice of the people walking around town. His eyes lingered on the two names close to his heart only for a moment before he began searching for what he’d been looking for. “I think...” He’d google’d it, and gotten it’s name priorly. “There it is.” He spoke, pointing to the location.

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                    he was still getting lost. it happened wherever he went, actually. and he’d gone a lot of places ( maybe too many. mathias wasn’t too sure. ) still, it was a routine the earth nymph was used to. wasn't too fond of, frankly. but it was what it was, just like many things. adjusting to the actual ‘having a home’ thing was new though. perhaps he’d have a chance to get to know the place now, to make a home for himself for the first time in what, 10 years? ( it was nine ). ‘i uh,” he grimaced, hoping he’d didn’t come off as desperate as he actually felt ( which was plenty damn desperate actually ). “i’m kinda lost. i don’t suppose you’d mind giving me some directions?” 

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It was a normal kind of childhood. The one with a white picket fence and the parents who loved each other and smiling faces. Normal, except for one thing. Mathias Kline? He was a Nymph. An earth nymph, to be exact. It was something he’d always known, something that was just part of his life. A pocket full of magical and special things he could do, all with the simple rule to keep it quiet, and the promise that one day his parents would teach him the extent of his powers. At the age of eight, Mathias was keen that they kept such promise (”I’m practically 18!” he said, still eight). It was as average a life as a supernatural boy could have until suddenly it got all too human. His mother had tied herself to a landmark before he was even born (she feared she wouldn’t survive the childbirth as her own mother hadn’t survived her own) and the extra power boost was assuring. At least, until the tree got ripped down. They had been careless in their bliss. It was late in the day, she was driving Mathias home from school. Then, it happened. The landmark ripped out, his mother felt every last bit of the pain, and then… she lost control of the car. The two of them crashed. She’d been blamed for the accident, of course, she’d been the one driving after all. Plus, she was dead. It was easy to shovel the blame onto a dead woman (and also the dirt). His father? He… struggled. While he still loved his son Mathias’ mother had been the light of his life. Life became a monotone for his father, who struggled to find the will to live it. Mathias himself? He didn’t know how to feel. Should he feel guilty? Angry? Rage against the heavens or cry his very heart out? He was young and he was alone. It hurt. It remained to hurt for the next four years, until the day his father came home with an actual smile. He’d met a woman, her name was Bea Frost. She…. she made him happy. It was something Mathias had been unable to do and that (yes, that hurt) but it also made him happy to see his father happy. As silly as such small thing was. Within the next year he met Bea’s family. From her eldest, Hannah, to her youngest Yvette. However, the one he bonded most with was her ten-year-old, Avery. Before the two became step-siblings (which happened awfully fast) they were friends. Mathias had been used to being alone, and then suddenly he wasn’t. The experience was new, to say the very least. (There was that nagging feeling though, that he hadn’t been enough for his father to be happy. What did he do wrong?)

The moment he turned 18 Mathis left home. He didn’t even graduate school. As time acclimated, it grew harder to have the reminder he hadn’t been enough for his father to be happy. It especially hurt when they had more children, and as much as he loved his half-siblings it was easy to see the difference in how his father treated them. So, he hightailed it out of there. The only one he kept in contact with was Avery, though even that was hard for him. Mathias desired a new life for himself, he just hadn’t an idea of what that meant. So he went into the world, met new people and had new experiences. He even stumbled onto a little town called Lethe, a place he wished to call home but found himself unable to stay. He feared being held down and wasn’t quite sure if he was ready to call it home. He wasn’t ready to settle down, not yet. Instead, he spoke of it to Avery, and then he moved on.

At 27 he finally decided to confront his demons. AKA (”hi dad!). It was awkward and it was painful and still an open wound. Especially once he found out that Hannah died. They hadn’t been as close as he and Avery but he did care, he did love her. They were his family, even if his father made him feel like crap it wasn’t their fault. Not only did Hannah die, but her daughter was left to Avery. Now, this made Mathias feel a lot of things. Hurt, that Avery hadn’t told him. But also the need to help. So her mother told him where she was, and much to his surprise, it was the same town he wanted to call home once before. And so, Mathis set out on a mission. To find his sister, his friend and to help her in any way he could.

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flamingavery‌ -- 

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“Did you have fun at school?” Avery asked with a smile as she waved goodbye to Emmett (the second goodbye of the afternoon, as was her habit) over her shoulder, taking Terra by the hand as she led her carefully across the street. “Yesh,” the small girl answered her before diving into a description of her day.

The fire nymph nodded as she listened, so caught up in her conversation with her niece that she didn’t even notice that she was about to run into someone. Her shoulder brushed past them and she turned quickly. “oh, I’m so sorry, I-” Her voice stopped in her throat as her eyes focused on him. “Oh my god. Mathias?” Terra pulled at her arm impatiently but Avery resisted, tightening her grip on the small girl’s hand to be sure that she didn’t run off. 

                  he’d been looking for her--- how could he not be? ever since hearing that hannah died, that avery was on her own taking care of hannah’s kid--- he couldn’t just leave her. no matter what was going on, even if she didn’t want him there... at the very least mathias needed to check on her. that was simply the fact of it. no ifs, ands, or buts.

                   “don’t...” his head shook, because no. no apologies. “you don’t need to apologize.” avery was more then a friend, more then a sister, she was some of both and some inbetween. he loved her with all his heart and it--- it HURT, that she hadn’t been the one to tell him. that it happened at all. “no apologizes just-” then, he noticed. seeing the small child tugging on avery’s arm and.... oh. “is this... ?”

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mallorycastella--

Mal hummed to herself as she closed up, lost in her thoughts (which she was fiercely keeping away from the pack). When she looked up, she realized that there was someone outside and they looked… Upset, was one word for it. She hesitated, reluctant to break the rules for anyone, reluctant to get to know more people than she had to. She had already formed a friendship with a handful of occupants in town, and she wasn’t sure that she wanted it going further. But…

Cursing quietly to herself as she walked to the door, Mal opened it carefully, fixing the person with a concerned look. “Hey, I don’t do this often, but you look like you could use someone to talk to or a drink. Do you want to come in?”

                  sometimes, mathias wondered if he was good with people. or maybe he wasn’t, and his feeble attempts to get through conversations were just that. FEEBLE. still, he was always happy to give it a shot. people were people and they were complicated and strange. so was he. it happened when you happened to be one, people. even if he wasn’t super human he still counted as one. as did anyone else under the supernatural spectrum. “i’m always good for a drink.” he offered a tight lipped smile and then gave a more secure nod. “thank you.” 

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viktoriacalloway‌--

➸ Lackadaisy Cafe

It was nights like this that Viktoria liked best. The trickle of people in the restaurant was slow enough that she didn’t have to rush around. People would come in to the Lackadaisy Cafe either in small groups or they would wander to the bar alone. Those were the ones that Viktoria liked the most because she could station herself behind the bar and chat with those who were looking for some answer in the bottom of a bottle to different varying degrees. The only couple in there that night left and Viktoria was cleaning up the table when someone entered and made a beeline for the bar. “I’ll be right with you.” She called to them and finished bussing the table. Sliding behind the bar, Viktoria wiped her hands on the towel and slipped it in her apron pocket. “So, what can I get for you tonight?”

               would the words SOME COMPANY sound too desperate? it wasn’t like mathias wasn’t used to being lonely, he was. when he was a kid, when he was a adult, none stop since the moment he was 8 years old. of course, there were reprieves in the form of avery and a handful of others. still he felt it. it... wasn’t fun. “beer.” he said, grimacing at his lack of knowledge on the actual subject of it. would it of been cool if he was more specific? if he had an actual idea of what he was piling down his throat instead of being too consumed in the burn? “i uh, thank you.” a pause and then- “blue moon maybe? if you have it.” blue moon beer. 

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galegage‌ --

Matilda Byers, age eight, had a card that was addressed to her. On the back was a sticker of a birthday cake. As luck would have it, he caught the Byers family on their way home as they pulled into their driveway. He walked up to the girl, smiling and waving, to hand her her card and made a comment about turning another year wiser. After a hug, he proceeded down the street to continue his mail route. As he turned and waved goodbye to the little girl, he accidentally bumped into someone else walking on the sidewalk. He immediately apologized and knelt down to pick up the mail that had fallen out of his satchel. Ever optimistic, he smiled at the fellow Lethean. “No need to help, there’s no wind today. If there was a breeze that’d be a different story and I’d be chasing after flying papers, climbing trees, making footprints all over peoples’ mail. Anyway, how are you on this beautiful day?”

              oh-- oh damn. the letters in hand went flying ( not letters to him of course, but rather letters of recommendation he was taking to the newspaper in hopes of scoring a job of any sort ). “crap.” he cursed, more pressed by them falling then the bump in itself. “Ah,” He paused. “You sure?” Helping was in second nature to the young earth nymph. It wasn’t something all too thought about, but rather something one just did. he gave a light smile, happy to see the man wasn’t all too concerned. “oh i’m good.” he said, a bit of a grimace following. “i mean--- i’m not bad. not... i guess i’m good. thank you for asking--- and yourself?” 

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