Raine Morgan

29 years old non-binary (they/them) werewolf

[raine-morgan]

WHERE: near the pack house WHEN: Saturday evening WITH @aleynagreer

Raine had a natural instinct to run towards danger - or to create it. 

So when they heard people screaming or the sounds of shouting, instead of turning away from it, they either headed towards it to see what was happening or to help - if they could. 

They turned the corner and sprinted till they had reached the side of the person screaming, one shoulder slightly in front of that person in a protective gesture. They growled at the individual who seemed momentarily scared off by the sight of two people there. They didn’t even notice who it was that they were aiding. 

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benjii-parker​:

He can’t help but smile as his partner lifts him, he’s just happy to live in the same country as them again. He had missed being able to spend extended periods of time with them and now, finally, that was possible. A part of Benji wonders if he should be back here after only a few month’s time, but he’s back for now. Sure, it’s dredging up some bad memories for him, but he also thinks that it’ll help him overcome what he’s experienced.

“You aren’t wrong.” He replies, smiling at Raine from his place on the bed. It feels nice to be somewhere familiar after his traveling, none of England had been a place he knew. He’d only gone there because he’d thought that he would heal better in a place where his trauma hadn’t happened. Benji’s ptsd means that he has negative connotations with the places where his trauma occurred, but by being here he’s trying to overcome it. “I don’t know why, travel just always seems to wear me out.” He yawns, the involuntary movement almost seeming to prove his words to be true.

Raine turned to their side, studying Benji with a huge smile on their face, maybe a little too much, trying to hide their slight anxiety. Trust, they told themselves, they had to trust Benji. And maybe if they did, they would be able to trust more people. Slowly. They would have to trust the people of Astoria as well, to trust nothing was going to happen to Benji again. 

For now they had him here, safe, beside them. “I mean... you have the plane flight, the waiting, more waiting,” they yawned. “Just the thought of it already makes me tired.” They took his hand in theirs. “You want anything to eat? I can order in.” They felt a little more grounded with Benji there. Their heart swelling, not being able to keep the thoughts from racing. “Do you... have you thought about where you’re going to stay?” 

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laurelgavaris​:

The comment about how Laurel exhilarated perfection was the last subject in their conversation that was less serious. It was mostly a playful situation that often happened between them both whenever they were in each other’s presence. But everything else was the last thing she wanted from someone she considered a friend and was making it all about them.

At first, she felt the name almost slipping through partial opened lips, but the rage coming from Raine was there.  It was what restrained her from being something she effortlessly was: an open book. There was no need of using her magic to be able to perceive it so clearly, and that became a red flag to herself at that moment. She wouldn’t blame the drops of alcohol within her system, nor the weed she had smoked a couple of times, the hurt came from history written years ago.

“You want to be my friend… so you’re not my friend? What was I to you through all these months?” She raised an eyebrow. A sigh escaped, defeated. She had no intentions of accepting their behavior. “You know who didn’t let me have my own secrets and make my own decisions about what I want to share or I don’t feel ready to, Raine? My father. He demanded information just because he had a distaste over not having them, because he felt weak by not having this power over everyone to make sure they were trustworthy or not. And he doesn’t control me anymore, so I won’t lose those pieces again to you if you can’t see in me a friend. If you’re saying that you can’t be my friend unless you know everything about me. I don’t know everything about you and no matter how much you share with me about your life, I still won’t know everything about you. Still, I trust you. Trusted you.”

A brief moment of silence was offered before assertively, she shared just a few more words. “I need you to leave.”

Raine let out a low growl. It was all they could do not to further escalate the conversation. Which part of them really wanted to, and they weren’t so sure how long they could keep themselves from doing that as they listened to Laurel talk. Such a stupid thing to be arguing over, Raine decided, but they had told her last time, they had opened up to her last time and told her that they had difficulties trusting people. Their face was contorted into a frown, lips tightly pressed together when she told them to leave.

“Fine, fine, all I wanted to do was help, but fuck ye don’ need me as a friend,” they said, because it was much easier to accept that Laurel just wanted them gone, that she didn’t trust them enough, never had, never had completely because they had never been in a situation like this before. “Also, I didnea fucking say that, I said ye gotta open up. Ye don’ need to fucking share everything with me, just enough so I can be a friend to ye, just enough so I can be here and help.” They stomped out the joint against their pants, gave her one last look over, and made their way to the door. It was easier to be the one walking away. Instead of being the one who was being left behind.

Then why did it feel as if it was the other way around. 

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laurelgavaris​:

She heard their instructions and kept it inside her brain for the next time she would attempt to do so. “I had to have at least one flaw, or else I’d start finding it all too weird that I’m too perfect,” she joked, a playful tone offering her response before a grin rested over her lips. Of course the witch was aware that she was far from perfect, but it didn’t hurt to pretend that in a way she was the precious princess she was raised to assume she was.

“Not really, I didn’t know much about his family– maybe my issue is that I trust everyone too easily,” though those were left in her mouth, they almost seemed sinful. There was no reason why she felt she shouldn’t have trusted Miles. This was just her brain trying to make it all less painful, trying to paint him as the villain just so that ache wouldn’t grow stronger and stronger. And, then, tired, she was surprised by Raine’s action. “That’s… that’s not what I said.” She sighed. “I just don’t think you need to carry the burden of whatever is hurting me at the moment. I tend to bottle things up, not share with anyone, not… let them see these broken parts of me.” She felt the tears coming to surface, she cleaned them up before they’d even slid through her face. “I guess smoking is not helping me at all, I’ll stick to wine.”

Raine chuckled. “Ah ah, yes, because we can’t have the whole world realising you’re prefect, there would be riots in the street,” they said, shaking their head a little. Nobody was perfect, but both them and Laurel were the type of people to at least aim for perfection, or look like it. They liked to breath confidence. But confident wasn’t something they were often. 

Cocking an eyebrow they shook their head. They disagreed, but they didn’t voice it right off the bat. To Raine trust came incredibly difficult, they didn’t trust anyone aside from Benji and Zoey. Not even Laurel. But they were realising it had everything to do with them, and little to do with others. It was a slow start however. “Or he really did get into trouble,” Raine suggested. “Who’s this guy anyway? Or do you want to keep on being secretive about him?” 

Raine tried to ignore the rage, really tried, taking a hit helped, where it didn’t help Laurel it made them feel lighter, mudded the emotions. “Yeah, but ye can. Ye know... ye know I don’ handle secrets well... ye know I want to be yer friend. So... so ye gotta open up.” They were shit at arguing, mostly because they knew they were wrong. They weren’t entitled to the secrets of others, but that didn’t mean the feelings subsided. Realisation did little to save them. 

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benjii-parker​:

“I’m here!” He echoes, allowing himself to be pulled into the hug. He had missed them, seeing each other only on the weekends hasn’t been enough the past couple months. So, Benji is glad to finally be back in the same city as Raine, it feels good to know that if he wants to see them he doesn’t have to travel far. He pulls out of the hug and looks at them, noticing that they’re wearing cleaning clothes.

“Are you busy? I didn’t mean to interrupt anything.” To tell the truth, he’s feeling a little tired from the flight from England. It hadn’t been very long, but Benji finds that flying always drains the energy from him. Despite all this, he’s very happy to see his partner and know that they won’t have to be apart anymore. “Also, sorry I didn’t tell you I was coming back. I wanted it to be a surprise.”

Raine breathed in all of Benji, glad for his smell, even gladder to have it here, back, in Astoria. And even though that realisation followed the dread of Benji maybe not being ready to be here. But they had to trust him, they had to trust that he wasn’t here if he didn’t think he was ready to be here. They felt their heart rush at the chance to convince them otherwise, but decided to ignore it. 

“I like surprise,” they say, grinning, before kissing Benji on the lips, pulling him against them, and then lifting him from the ground. Fuck yes Werewolf strength. They throw the door closed with one foot, and tip toe through the just mopped living room, trying to deposit Benji softly on the bed, though tripping over their own legs. They lay down next to him. “I just cleaned,” they informed Benji with a grin. “I figured ye would be burnt from the flight.” 

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benjii-parker​:

Starter @raine-morgan

Benji is standing outside their door, his heart pounding from nerves or excitement or both. He knows he doesn’t really have anything to worry about, they’ll be happy to see him. So, why does it feel like his heart his about to jump out of his chest? His hand lingers in the air for a moment, overthinking whether he should knock or not.

He hadn’t told them that he was returning to Astoria, as of right now they were under the impression that he was still in England. The return was a surprise, so he guesses that’s what he’s nervous about. Not that he’s expecting any reaction besides happiness from them, it just seems like his mind is being irrational in this moment. After a moment’s hesitation, he knocks on the door, loud enough to make sure they heard. It swings open and he gives the person on the other side a smile.

“Hi.” He greets softly.

Raine opened the door, body hidden in a warm sweater and a jogging shorts they always used for cleaning, a cold air brushing through the apartment on account of having opened all the doors and windows to dry the places they had mopped. They had to tip-toe through the house in order not to get any new dirt on the floors. 

While their mind had been completely on how to sustain the cleanness they had just managed to reach, it lasted exactly one second when they saw Benji standing outside of their apartment. Their concentrated expression turned into a huge smile and they surged forward to sweep their boyfriend up in a hug. “You’re here!” they said, nuzzling their face into Benji’s shoulder. 

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laurelgavaris​:

The first drag was usually the one that would cause her to cough; it was inevitable. Laurel didn’t know if it was because she wasn’t really used to smoking. It probably was, still she had her eyes attentive to the smoke forming in front of her, dissipating into thin air before she would even commit to exchange words with her friend. “No.” Light eyes even seemed darker due to worrying and the sadness that had been haunting her lately. “And– I don’t know. I can’t break inside his apartment, that would be wrong.” There was also the chance that she would get there to empty rooms and it’d have been just a concrete image that he had, indeed, left her. For good. “If this was happening back where I used to live, I’d fear it would’ve been my dad who did something to him.” It was one of the reasons why it was so hard to get close to people that wasn’t part of her father’s coven. “I’m sorry… I shouldn’t bother you with this.”

Raine snickered a little when Laurel coughed, watching people do drugs when they weren’t used to it was kind of funny. Or smoking in general, some people thought it was cool, then thought they could be cool too. Never really worked the way it should. “You’re inhaling it wrong,” they said, grinning. “Suck it into your lungs with a bit of fresh air, then blow it out again.” They took another hit to show it. 

They nodded. They could, if they knew who she had been with, breaking into apartments wasn’t anything new to them. Raine was trying to extend the kindness, the attention, watching her, nodding, listening. Being a friend. They wanted to be a good friend. “Anything else you know about him that could explain why he would suddenly pack up and leave?” they asked. Her last sentence bothered them more than it should. They sucked in a breath, trying to tell their mind that they shouldn’t take it personal, but it was personal. “Why wouldn’t you share it with me?” they asked, there was venom in their voice. Maybe they were overreacting, okay, they were definitely overreacting. But there just was a part of them that felt like they were the reason she didn’t want to share anything with them, that she didn’t think they were the right person, weren’t a good friend, weren’t enough.

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laurelgavaris​:

“I know, I know… it’s those tiny terms in a friendship contract.” After all, if Raine needed her, she would do the same thing in return. Laurel was used to taking care of everyone in her life, it was the other way around that would constantly make herself uncomfortable. Being forced to be her own person for so long caused her to find it strange when she would depend of someone else. While appreciating the view in front of them, she noticed the scene of marijuana occupying the balcony. “I’m not making any sense, am I? This… guy I was seeing, which was more serious than a casual hookup,” that ache returned in a blink of an eye. “Well, he simply disappeared, you know? On top of it all, he is or– was part of my coven and after everything we’ve gone through, I don’t know. I’m just feeling helpless and I need an exit from my mind.” 

Raine cocked an eyebrow, wanting to say something, but not sure what. Some part of them just wanted to express themselves in Gaelic, could be because of the weed and the fact that they had no idea how to express themselves otherwise. They shrugged, figured that was enough of an answer. They wanted her to expect that of them, they wanted her to expect them to be there for her, because if she did, then they knew they would be. They watched her for a bit as she talked, some fear burning its way through their belly. Disappearances weren't their strong suit. They hid their face behind their hand as they took in another hit. “He didnea say anything before leaving?” they asked. “Do ye think… maybe… it’s like when Benji and Leon disappeared?” they asked.

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mateo-tellezm​:

If people were taking bets about where Mateo’s attention was, about 8 out of 10 times, his thoughts were elsewhere. He’d always been the type of person to have their heads in the cloud. His old med school friends often wondered how he made it through school in the top percentile of his class because he had been doodling or zoned out for half of them. Surgery and looking after younger children had been the two exceptions to the rule, but everything else? That still seemed to be fair game. A loud noise at the other end of the room seemed to momentarily draw his attention away from his current company. “At least you’re getting paid good money for it, right?” 

Raine laughed, couldn't help it. They weren’t sure if Mateo had actually paid attention or just caught a few words here and there. Still, funny as hell. They just shook their head a little, a grin still resting there. “Yeah, no worries about that, def got paid well.” They looked around the room. “Ye heard a loud noise or sumthing? Do I need to get ye away from people to have yer undivided attention?” They ordered another round of drinks for the both of them.

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kodadawson​:

            “I’m pretty sure if I asked for anythin’ else that it’d come with some strings attached that are bright an’ shiny,” he commented around the lip of the water bottle before he downed more than half of it in a couple of gulps. Sure, he had been there asking for what the other delivered on but it didn’t make the fall back down to the ground any easier. Not when he was constantly searching for a way to feel nothing at all. Koda grinned as he lowered the water bottle a bit away from his face. “An’ just like that, you manage to make a joke out of my pain. I could be dying here an’ you’d want to kiss and make it better.”

“Don’ ye know, romance is the way to go? My kisses are heavenly, ask Benji,” they laughed, one hand gently coming to rest on Koda’s shoulder. They’d been there, that weird in between where the drugs and the booze was all a little too much but also just right. It was somehow needed, they understood and they wouldn’t take it away from anyone. They lay down on the ground next to Koda then, closing their eyes for a bit. “Wow, this really ain’t comfy.”

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zomartinez​:

She nodded, moving towards her fridge to grab the pitcher of iced tea that had been in there the past few days since she’d made it. Two glasses made it an easy pour with a few extra cubes of ice before she offered the one glass to Raine and kept the other for herself. “What spurred that on, if I may ask? If you don’t want to talk about it, I get it. But I hope that you know I’m here to listen” She hadn’t known all that Raine had gone through previous to joining the pack, but supported him nevertheless because she knew that most came to her when they didn’t think they belonged anywhere else. They were often proven wrong, finding more than friends in the pack but a family. And one that she wouldn’t give up for the world as she smiled at him with a bit of a nod before she set the glass aside. “You always have a place in the pack. It was never not yours. It might take a few of the others to fully welcome you back, but that’s because they don’t understand why you had to leave in the first place. I can help, but I think it might be best if you speak with them individually too. They care about you too. Not just me.” 

Anxiety was still in their stomach, raging, feverish, and they wondered about what she knew, although they figured all she did know was that they were bound to have a past. Most people who came to Zoey had a past, most people who came to Astoria had a past. So much of it was terrible, so much was hidden because talking about it hurt. Raine worried that sharing meant people would realise they weren’t worth it. “Ah, just… figure I can keep my head straighter if I don’ drink.” Lie. It was because they used it to run away from what they were feeling, if they couldn’t, they would be forced to deal with it. They nodded at Zoey, as she spoke, they wondered who she was referring too. Aleyna for one, they hadn’t told many why they were leaving, if they even had told them that they were. They took a sip from the ice tea. “Thanks, Zo,” they said, biting down on their lip. “I know… I know… s just that explaining it…” They paused, looked into the glass. “Do ye knew that I tell them… tell them all why I left?” 

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sheabutter-baybe​:

“It’s a shit show in here, I can barely smell anything but the smoke, liquor and sweat honestly.” She reassured them, since she too, missed the fact that they were a wolf. Dani always felt bad for made wolves that didn’t chose their path. Most she met were really adaptable and accepting of their circumstances, and because of the ranking and authority of their pack where she’s from, they only took in well adjusted transformed wolves. But she remembered the few from when she was younger, who weren’t as adept and adaptable to their new form of being. It was frightening and heart breaking, so hearing Raine say they at least were okay with the experience gave her an empathetic sigh of relief. “Nurse,” She shrugged, ironically, since no one really trusted creatures of blood lust to care taking, but she had a nack for it. And the goal is really to help others in the supernatural community.” I’m originally from Queens, New York, but being here has been a bit of an– experience to say the least. Especially without people I know, I haven’t been here a full year. Where are you from? You kind of have an accent, at least I think so.”

Raine laughed. “Yeah, also there is that.” They weren’t sure if their smell was any better if they weren’t smoking, could be, could be like her, they would’ve still missed it. Raine was glad not to have shared what they actually felt. They didn’t mind being a Wolf, not now, but it had been different. When they had first been bitten, it had been different. They had been out of control, confused, raging and mad. If it hadn’t been for Jenna, they would’ve thrown fits for years to come. No idea where they would’ve ended up eventually. “Nurse, damn, that’s… from what I’ve heard, quite the occupation. Long hours and all that.” They paused for a moment. “Ain’t Queens like a neighbourhood of New York?” They shrugged then. Raine had also landed in Astoria all by themselves, so they could relate. “Yeah, I know right, kinda out there without people ye know, big change, hard to get adjusted.” They grinned then, rolling their ‘r’ on the first. “Right, I kinda do, gets worse on occasion. Scotland, small town called Seafare, nobody’s heard of it, ‘course. Pretty rural, hidden.”

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dylanmarrok​:

Dylan’s skin felt hot and tight, cutting across bone as though he were in the beginnings of a shift instead of almost entirely out of it. His heart still hammered, still caught in the feel of the full moon with a feral sort of glee. He felt on edge and alive. And while part of him knew that he should have been with his pack– with his brother– the rest of him couldn’t find a reason to care. He wasn’t a necessary cog in that particular machine and he didn’t want to waste this feeling of pure power coursing through him on second place. 

So, he ran. For how far and how long, he wasn’t sure. He’d given himself over to instinct and had found himself back here. Back home. He rolled his shoulders as his body readjusted, reveling in the sounds of chaos that surrounded him, like a chanting to the beat of his heart. It was the scent– so near to him, so similar to himself– that drew his attention, locking eyes with them– another wolf, he knew immediately– for a moment before he understood. It was the human scent that snagged on his senses first, the sounds of struggle deep in the shadows of the alley. With a firm nod, Dylan crouched, a growl emitting from his own throat as he fell into a flanking position with the other wolf. This part, at least, came easy to him. 

They stalked down the alley together, a menacing pair. The human was much smaller than the two assailants, struggling helplessly against the arms wrapped around her like restraints. “Let her go,” he growled, stepping into the waning orange light of a single bulb. “I’d like to think we–” he tossed a quick glance to his right, “–would be a bit more of a fair fight.” He cocked his head like a puppy, though his eyes gleamed with menacing intent. “Don’t you think?”

Raine wasn’t much of a talker. Especially not when they were about to get themselves into a fight. It was easier to just speak in the language of fists, kicks, and punches. Their brain would sort out the requested grunts, curses, and screams. But the wolf that had joined them on their little quest did find the sense in his movements to offer a response first before Raine could just sprint forward and attack. They hadn’t yet noticed that it was a woman until the other wolf said ‘her’. They growled in agreement. They cracked their knuckles, not saying much, just showing that they were very much looking forward to this fair fight. Their nose smelled blood before there was actually blood. They surged forward, the only indication was a quick grunt in the other wolf’s direction, before they tackled one of the assailants, catching them by surprise.

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laurelgavaris​:

“At least I’m home if that happens? I swear I wouldn’t force you to take care of me or something.” She was expecting for the best outcome, though she knew there was a high chance that the sorrowful feelings inhabiting her could change the effect weed could have over her system. Still, she was willing to try and see what was going to happen next. “Forget about the television, then. I’ll just turn it off. We could just open the window, but come on, let’s head to the balcony. It’s a beautiful night,” she grabbed her glass of wine, with her other free hand she made sure that her dress hadn’t slipped up while sitting over the couch, and finally grabbed the bottle of wine. The balcony offered a beautiful view of Ashville, and the starry night was also a sight to see that day. Pouring more alcohol to herself, she tilted the bottle to their side. “Do you want some more? How’s your life anyway? Because it’s just causing me to want to listen to Billie Holiday all day and cry.”

They swallowed. “Oh, but I would, if anything happened,” they said quickly. They weren’t sure why that quickly, and if she would read too much into it like they were doing, but they wanted to be there for other people, and to be expected to be. It almost felt like a dismissal that she concluded that maybe they wouldn’t want to. They grinned and followed her outside, which was the best place to smoke anything, and the night sky usually gave them a whole lot of different sensations that eased their mind. “Nah, I’m good, don’ wanna destroy the sensation of this joint,” they said with a laugh, then their face turned to concern, having heard the question, but not taking a moment to answer it. “What’d’ye mean?” they asked, staring at her as they lit the joint.

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choileon​:

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“We don’t always get what we want.” And, at the possibility of turning this conversation into some sort of lecture, Leon told himself to drop it. There was no reason why he’d give Raine the same talk his friends had given him a few years back, when he was still lost. It was none of his business what other people did with their lives, and, as long as it didn’t involve him or it didn’t affect the ones close to him, it would still be none of his business. So, he was going to refrain from telling Raine everything he had in mind, unless it was asked of him. The warlock’s attention was mostly on the road, so it was easier to navigate through Astoria without worrying too much about having someone else in the car with him. It wasn’t until Raine mentioned wanting people to protect them that Leon zoned back into the conversation. “Just because people don’t walk around babysitting a grown man, it doesn’t mean they don’t care.” He was speaking from a personal point of view, hence the man, which was why he quickly corrected himself. “Or, in your case, a fully grown person. And whether it’s the weed talking or not, you shouldn’t expect people to tell you right from wrong at this point in your life. And, again, just because they don’t, it doesn’t mean they don’t care.” He shrugged as he stopped at a red light, which allowed him to change the song that was playing. “Some mozzarella sticks would be nice.”

Raine shrugged, that was the truth of it. They didn’t think much more of it, they just wanted more. They always did. Satisfaction wasn’t really something they ever felt, there was always something more they wanted, something was always missing. The problem was that Raine always thought they knew what, and always tended to think what they wanted was unreachable, a goal far beyond their reach.

Raine’s head fell back against the headrest of the car seat. And then they laughed. “In a way, ye’re telling me what to do now,” they said with a grin. “Or at least saying what I shouldnea do.” They winked at Leon. “But alright, mozzarella sticks it is. Anything to drink?” they asked as they typed in Leon’s address. They did want to believe him, so many parts of them wanted to believe people cared regardless. But the strongest of them said it wasn’t enough. They wouldn’t be enough, ever.

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WHERE: random street in Astoria WHEN: after the moon’s peak @dylanmarrok 

Raine returned to the city by their lonesome, dirt on their face, rips in the loose sweater and pants they had dug up to wear back. Luckily they had cut the long lucks they had once sported and the buzzcut could contain no twigs, saving them from a long uncomfortable shower. While no longer looking like their wolf counterpart, Raine still showed signs of the full moon. Their eyes were keen, blacker than usual, their sense better and some parts of their skin itched where hair had yet to disappear. The last wasn’t the best, but they smirked with the feeling of power at being a wolf, as their heart beat with the residue rage.

Loud noises from down the street made their head jerk in that direction, a low growl settling in their throat. The noise continued despite their warning, and they watched some struggle in the shadow of the alley. As they edged closer, they locked eyes with another individual that smelled similar to them, and nudged them into the same direction, pointing at the danger with their nose. They didn’t recognise the scent of the strangers, though one was undoubtedly human, the other two were not.

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laurelgavaris​:

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“Don’t worry, I’m not trying to have a bad trip or get sick or something like that,” it really wasn’t on her plans, she just needed to relax. That’s what she was aiming for with that plan, to have her friend around and be able to detach herself from thoughts that were constantly going through her mind. “Do you have a lighter?” She asked, even if it was an absurd question, because they probably had one. “And yeah– I do know how to smoke, it’s not my first time,” she shared a weak chuckle. “It’s just not really my thing.” Her preference was mostly alcohol, especially wine such as the one resting comfortable on top of her table. In fact, that was a thought that caused the woman to pour some of that drink to herself and finally grab her glass once again. At least, if she ended up feeling some bad effect about mixing alcohol and weed, she was at home to deal with it properly. “I can put some music on instead of watching… What were we watching? Anyway…”

“Ye better not,” Raine said, for there wasn’t much more they knew to say. They were quickly off the stuff with how their body reacted, but that didn’t mean they didn’t try, which included heavy weed and constant hits in order to keep the effort. They produced a lighter from their back pocket and handed it to Laurel. “Ye sure ye wanna smoke it inside though?” they asked. They usually either went to the kitchen window or the balcony, but they rarely smoked at Laurel’s, maybe in front of her door before she let them in. Honestly, the fact that they already had a joint with them was an issue. Because Raine knew for certain that they should cut back. “I have no clue,” they laughed. “Ye put it on.” They weren’t sure why Laurel suddenly felt like weed, but it probably meant something was up, and Raine was trying their hardest not to think about why she didn’t think they were a good friend enough to tell them.