"Uh, okay, ouch," Devin punctuates the word with a hand over his heart and lifts the brown paper bag in his other hand. "I was just walking by - " which was a lie. " - and I just figured that maybe you needed a little sandwich and oh, just thought I'd ask, since I'm here, can I borrow your car this weekend?"
"I don't think I'm wrong, Dev." Asher reaches for the white cloth on his tray, wiping at his hand as his eyes raise up to look at his friend. "How long have I known you for?" He asks, wanting to prove that he could probably notice the mischief and bribery from a mile away. "A little sandwich?" He chuckles, stepping toward the other. "My car? What for?" He smirks.
"No, no. You're hungover as fuck. He thinks he's Jesus." JB flicked a look between the man outside shouting about with his homemade sign that tried to explain how dark roast coffee had a much more 'sinister meaning' than the café was leading on and Alex, then nudged a bottle of lukewarm water across the table a beat later, ignoring the former all together. "Drink this. You owe me three bucks."
"Bullshit," the man murmurs, resting his hand against the side of his head. "I can't be the only one who is hungover in this cafe." He turns his head to look around before his gaze focuses on the man outside shouting about the dark roast coffee. "Think we should pour some on him?" He asks, his attention shifting to JB again. "Three bucks? What fucking for?" He reaches out with his other hand, plucking the cup off the table to take a sip of it.
Alexander raises his hand up to his foread, brushing his fingers across his temple. "Someone make that man stop talking. How is his voice so fucking loud? Doesn't he know everyone in this place is hung over as fuck?"
Sawyer lays on the grass, closing her eyes. Things have been difficult, the cravings, the heightened feelings. She feels like she's drowning in the unknown and she doesn't even know who to ask. She hears footsteps, her eyes open. "Whose there?"
Asher lifts his eyes up from the hood of the car he's working on when he hears footsteps. His gaze rests on the person standing there, an exhale leaving him. "What the hell did you do now?"
Others have described them as diplomatic & protective, but also jealous & withdrawn.
Alexander is the twin of Isabella Whitlock, the second youngest or he likes to say third oldest.
His father wanted nothing more than for one of his sons to take his place as leader so he was a hard ass (in Alex's opinion). He couldn't stand being in the same room as the man and the man's favorite activity was to pin the boys against one another.
His older brother was way more hot-headed with their father than he was. Alexander practically did everything his father asked of just to get away form him and assumed if he had just shut his mouth hand do what he wanted, life would be fine. But he admired his older brother for always standing up for himself.
When he was a teen, he met a girl. He fell head over heels for her and was willing to do anything for her... including becoming a dad.
One day she told him she was pregnant, of course, it was terrifying given he was only sixteen when it happened but he couldn't imagine anyone better.
It's not like his parents were too mad about it especially since it meant there was someone else to be able to take over the family line when the time was right.
Expect nine months later, when she gave birth. It was more than obvious the kid wasn't his.
it sends him into a spiral, the idea that someone didn't love him the way he loved her and the fact she was willing to lie. Well, it made it hard for him to stay in relationships after that. Not wanting to get hurt again.
He works hard to become a good second hand for his brother, knowing that his father wants him to take over instead of Alex.
His brother ends up taking the path of becoming the one to take over the coven when the time comes yet his dad pushed and pushed until a few weeks ago his brother died.
It was a heart attack, they said.
But Alex has a feeling it's a little more complicated than that.
Others have described them as confident & seductive, but also addictive & destructive.
sawyer was born in the lively city of new york, her mother and father had only been together for a few weeks when her mother got pregnant and they seemed to make it work… at least until sawyer was two.
her mother decided she couldn’t be a mom anymore and packed her things, leaving them behind… at least that’s the story her father has always told her.
it didn’t start seeping out right away, her father’s addiction to alcohol and how mean he could get when he had a few too many… at first he was a dedicated father. dressing her the best he could for school and dropping her off at the door but as she got older and more self sufficient, his addiction worsened.
she never told anyone that she was basically the adult in her house, her father lost his job and was doing shady things to make sure his addiction was covered. she was picking him up at bars when she was twelve.
her saving grace through all of it was ?, ? and his family always made her forget what was going on at home.
the two of them were inseparable even going far enough to go on summer vacations together to marina.
as soon as she graduated, her father gradually allowed his drunken anger to get worse.
but the best thing to happen was when she was twenty-three, when her and ? decided to give dating a shot. she thought maybe if she had him she could handle anything.
at least until two years into their relationship when somehow her father found out she wasn’t actually his kids and attacked her.
an attack that lead her to telling ? over the phone she had a business opportunity in chicago and she was hoping he would support her last minute decision… which he did.
in chicago was supposed to be her mom, she tracked her down. when she got to chicago and showed up on the front porch, her mother lost it. she told her to get lost and not to come back because she didn’t want her kids and husband to find out she had another kid.
it’s when her and ? became distant and when she met (tbd) who sold her the drugs that would lead her down a path she couldn’t come back from.
? thought the distance was a lot and she agreed, the two of them agreed to remain friends and the only times the pain and reality of losing him to this degree was only felt when she was sober she never let herself be.
she spent a looooot of time in a drug haze, barely making it by. she was in and out of being sober, her relationship with her drug dealer slowly changing.
the two of them ended up partying together one night which started the romance that took a chokehold over her.
they spent most of their time in a drug haze, partying, having sex, doing drugs, it was a consistent routine.
at least until a few months ago, she overdosed in their motel room. all he did was call the ambulance and hit the road.
she woke up in the hospital alone, refusing to answer any question and packed her bags, little does she know what truly happened to her.
Others have described them as cautious & observant, but also impulsive & distant.
✧ the history ✧
Asher was the second son to two drug addicts who couldn’t get the devil to loosen their grips from them. His brother, Kade was twelve when he was born and took over that role of parent, taking care of him.
In the early years of Asher’s life, his relationship with his brother was close. He did everything he could to try to lighten the load on his brother but being as young as he was there was only so much he could do and whenever his father lost his temper, Kade was the one who got the most blows and their mother was the one that held Asher back.
When Asher was around the age of ten, Kade left the house and never returned. So, he did what he could to step up and take over the house. He cleaned, made sure the bills got paid, did his homework and made sure his parents made it through each day.
Of course, he knew he never would have gotten through all of it without his best friend who lived down the street, Maddison Campbell. She was the one solid ground he had in his life and he relayed on her more than he would ever admit.
At the age of sixteen was when things really changed for Asher. As he was walking home one day he was approached by a few guys who apparently knew his brother and his brother owed them money for the drugs he bought from them. One way or another they were going to get paid or send a message.
The only thing Asher can remember from the encounter is the blood on his hands and the bodies on the ground in front of him. The person to clean him up was Maddison but the only thing he ever told her was that he got jumped by a few punks on his way home from school.
Around this time, he met Isabella Whittaker, someone who would be able to guide him through the next change in his life and distract him from his actual feelings for another blonde that lived down the street.
On the next full moon was when Asher found out his family’s deadly secret. He shifted and it began his relationship with Isabella Whitlock who guided him through controlling his inner wolf.
A few months later, Maddison bounced out of town without a single word which created a lot of resentment within him. He broke things off with Isabella and distanced himself from everyone around him.
He graduated from high school, started learning more about cars and decided that was going to be the distracted he desperately needed. It was a way of keep his calm and keeping the wolf within him contained.
@postremorisu - axel
location - Halloween street party
It wasn’t as much a familiarity as it was an extension of herself; a missing piece that she’d stumbled close enough to remember she’d been without for so long. Not unlike a child finding an old toy or journal and waiting for it to bring back a plethora of memories that they’d lived perfectly fine without. Still, she knew where the scar should have existed in place of the wound she’d inflicted upon herself to draw the blood that would turn him, her finger itched to curl across the invisible line of flesh at her wrist, “And the once prodigal son finally shows himself,” she mutters lowly before turning to pinpoint the abyss of her gaze directly at him, even within the crowd of people. “Brother.”
...
Axel leans against the bar, lifting his gaze up when he hears her voice. An exhale leaves his lips, knowing this was bound to happen eventually but for some reason he thought he had more time to remain under the radar. His tongue brushes along his lower lip as he takes the beer the bartender sets in front of him as his gaze shifts towards her. “Jack.” He murmurs. “I’d say it’s lovely to see you or that you’re a sight for sore eyes but... I wasn’t really lookin’ for the big family reunion this time around.”
Crazy, she knew. Her own stretch of sanity had constantly fluctuated between flimsy at best and terrifyingly solid - neither held all that much humanity within it’s grasp, but crazy, she knew. Shaking her head as he moved to look up at her, Jack refused to let him believe as much. “You’re not, this is just..” One of the terrifying things that a life like theirs would allow to befall them, “Whatever this is, you’re not going crazy, okay?” Whether he believed it or not at this moment in time; Jack only wanted to make sure that even at the brink, he’d hear her voice diminishing his wavering stability to little more than a cruel act. Her hands lifted, the heel of her palms pressing gently against his temples as she bares onyx hues into his own, “I don’t know who did this but..” but whoever did, would surely suffer at her hands. “I’ll rip their tongues out. Whoever it is.” A promise she’d never made lightly. Death was something she handed out in a way that seemed almost fashionable, but revenge had never been her poison. He was right - she knew he was, because there was always room for worse. “What do you feel?”
...
Asher doesn’t move his head from her lap, allowing the comfort her palms soothe the raging turmoil inside of him. He breathes in and out slowly, trying to allow the peace to settle inside of his chest even though it’s like his body is trying to reject whatever he’s forcing onto it. He knows that if someone is capable of making the person who did this pay, it’s Jack. Jack’s fierce protective side is coming out and if this was a normal time he would have teased her, made some sort of joke to ease the tension of allowing the other to admit that they care more than they let each other know. He opens his eyes and turns his head to look up at her. “I feel the end.”
for: your choice! / @postremorisu
where: özdemir street party
This is a party, she should be having a good time. Should be. Instead, it’s as if her head has become it’s own haunted house, ghost swimming in her vision as the regular world has faded away. Time has slowed, or sped up, or ceased to exist entirely, Aiyla doesn’t know — she’s not even sure if she’s Aiyla anymore. The fog around her mind obscures much, images not her own flashing before her eyes of things she’d have no right to see. There’s no real consciousness behind her dark eyes, lost to a different space until suddenly, abruptly, the world snaps away. At once the she-wolf returns to herself, instinctual fight response driving her forward at the sensation of something within her personal space, turning on her heels sharply — only a moment later realizing the knife in her hand. A small thing, a letter opener maybe, but held in a sharp grip all the same. When had she gotten that? Where? “Sorry.” Apologies are often foreign on her tongue, but there’s little excuse she can find to explain the near stabbing away, embarrassment flushing her cheeks as her hand suddenly pulls away. “You startled me.”
...
Dilan drifts her gaze around the room, pressing her lips into a thin line. She doesn’t see him in the crowd and for some reason it makes the pit of her stomach drop. She shouldn’t feel this way especially with the way she was pushing him away a month ago. It’s almost sickening how up and down she’s been with the whole thing but it’s because the one time she lost control over her wolf he had been in the room and the look on his face made her feel... for the first time in their relationship like he was seeing a version of her he couldn’t stand. She exhales as she turns her head to see her sister in the distance, shifting through the crowd to close the distance between them. She reaches to touch her sister but before she can make contact, her sister is spinning around with a letter opener extended out towards her. “Whoa, whoa...” She furrows her brows. “I did? Are you okay?”
Celeste began shaking her head as they continued to talk, “Okay, no. Nope, you can stop right there.” she held up her palm as if indicating this was where the story should end. Granted they’d only just started talking, she could easily tell by just the first few lines where it would lead to. “I’ve heard enough spooky stories tonight and I don’t want nightmares,” she teased nudging them, “Certainly not before I get another drink.” It was always odd to her how easily the different groups came together for a sake of a party, her included, though she had the upper hand this time to know what lurked beyond the spelled borders.
...
Atticus turns his head to look over at the dark-haired woman, leaning against the nearest wall as he chuckles lowly. “You’re telling me that you are scared of spooky stories?” He teases as he shakes his head a little, bringing his drink up to his lips. “We should get you another drink though, it’s a shame that you don’t already have one.” He shifts, pushing from the wall and moving towards the bar.
“You were at the school?” The part about who the other was sleeping next to went unnoticed, a question that would rest in the back of his mind until he caught onto it later. By logic, they should have been no where near each other even with a mishap. Seal Cove being far enough from the center of the island where the distance could be felt. Add in a mixture of bad weather and they still should have been on two opposite ends, and yet. “This doesn’t make any sense.” And Laila was going to kill him for it. Talk about karma for their little fight earlier, as if he wasn’t feeling bad enough about it already. The picture in his head of the older wolf wasn’t a kind one, mirror images of the woman berating him playing on a loop while he took in his surroundings. A hand flattened down the front of his damp torso as if to confirm Asher’s rule out of shifting, feeling partially thankfully for still being clothed even if his wet clothes felt like they were clinging to his bones. Shifting would have been easier to explain though, and without that factor Riven felt himself sink into just a little more worry. Gaps in their memory, no answers to where they’ve been or what they’ve done these last few hours. He didn’t want to joke, but this was all starting to sound like they really had been kidnapped. “Do you see anyone else around?” Now it was his turn to gesture about, his answer being a firm no without even having to say it as he began patting himself down from hoodie to jeans, searching for something in his pockets that clearly wasn’t there. “…Do you have your phone on you?” And like a lightbulb going off in his head, Riven looked up to Asher once again. “You think Maddy would pick us up? If you called her and told her we were stranded in the middle of nowhere she would totally pick us up, right?” He didn’t even know why he was asking. They were all friends; why wouldn’t she? “Call her, and tell her, I dunno, that some witch got their weird juju all messed up and now we’re stuck somewhere in fucksallville.”
...
“Yeah,” he breathes out, wiping the palms of his hands against his denim jeans. He lifts his eyes up towards the man across from him as he moves his hand up towards his head, rubbing the side of it to put pressure against the throbbing sensation screaming behind it. “Do you think the storm has anything to do with it?” It’s possible, everyone did think it was kind of weird that island suddenly had this freak weather storm. He exhales as he drops his hands to his side as he walks towards the other, moving to walk past him to see if they could start heading back to civilization. He glances around, shaking his head at his words. “I don’t see anyone in sight.” He pauses his in his steps as he turns his head to look over his shoulder towards Riven. Another hit of something smacks him in the middle of his chest, it’s the fact he’s kissed Maddison twice and he can feel every single second of it. His heart picking up pace in the depth of his chest as the anger sinks into the pit of his stomach. “Absolutely not.” He clears his throat. “I will not call Campbell to do shit. So, throw out another idea.”
