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jdarius‌ ;

“Eh, same actions as last week and probably the same as the one’s later on tonight; depending on how the day goes.” the wolf stated somewhat flatly as his shoulders shrugged in agreement of his usual words that seemed to justify his own behaviors to himself; in order to fool others you first had to fool yourself, right? Or perhaps that was the real truth of it all, that there was no fooling to be done, that the version that stood in front of his best friend and main reason for staying behind when Finley and Bishop left to live with Cole was indeed the true Jordan Darius, or what was left of him when all the corruption and lies had taken the pieces necessary for the rest of him to be able to go on. Lost only for a moment in thought that wouldn’t dare enter his thoughts again for some time, JD plastered on an idiotic grin at Rory’s reaction to his childish ways, his own hand extending towards the brunette has he passed her, only to touch her elbow slightly before heading out the door and it wasn’t till the short walk to his favorite burger place was half way through that he found himself looking down at Rory, gentling nudging the side of her arm with his elbow before speaking. “How’s work anyway? Feel like I haven’t asked about that since I got back.”

“Haven’t you thought about it? Settling down? Maybe even starting a family? You act as though you’d be horrible at it but I personally think you’d be an amazing father, or at least a good boyfriend if you allowed yourself to fall in love,” spoken like a true romantic, Rory allowed a small smile to form on her lips. Since her fiance, Rory haven’t even began to look into the dating world; at least not with a whole heart into it, her focus mostly on others relationships or even TV pairings that caused her heart to flutter and her insides to get jealous or crave that sense of love. Her lips turned into a smile as he began to move through the door with her, coldness instantly hitting the pair and causing the human to stuff her hands into her pockets. The thought of someone she practically grew up with being a werewolf still a shock in her mind, but more-so jealousy that he rarely got cold during this weather due to this warm body heat. It only good a few steps down the street before Rory was linking her arm around Jordans, holding her small body close to his side as they began their short (but dreadful) journey towards the restaurant. “Works been pretty boring, to be honest. Took a step back from a few cases in order to get proper rest and focus on my mental state, but started taking on more cases recently. Been busy, but a good busy! What about you? How have you been?”

#a. blake — ( interactions ).#( c. jordan darius )

jdarius‌:

“Who said there are no facts, only interpretations? Or did I just make that shit up?” JD found himself asking as his bushy brows knotted together slightly in what might have seemed like mock thought in that moment though his sluggish brain was indeed trying to remember who had said that absurd line. As silence fell between them briefly at the request of the angry brunette that stood before him, it was only interrupted by a deep rumble that had the wolf’s hand reaching for his stomach; when was the last time he had actually had a decent meal? At the sound that had actually startled the male for a moment, JD reached for his almost flat cell that had been thrown on the couch in the early hours of the morning, composing his thoughts for a few seconds before sending the text to Rory that stated ‘We getting food too because If I don’t get something in this gut of mine, I might die’.

“You being drunk is a fact, yes, but that doesn’t dismiss your actions, Jordan!” She stated before narrowing her own eyebrows to match his, although hers was much less intimidating. The silence was enough to make her mind calm down, her nerves to relax and her anger to subside, almost forgetting that she didn’t have to wake up to more screaming women; something she had though Jordan had put in the past with a few of his other behaviours she had managed to see him grow into. Licking her lips, she began to slide on her footwear, making sure by second looking everything in her bag and jacket pockets before sliding her arms into the sleeves. Right before she turned around to tell him she was ready, she heard her phone go off. Reading the text, she let out a small huff before turning towards her best friend with a small chuckle finally moving from her lips. “Really?” She asked before rolling her eyes, holding out her hand as an invitation for him to follow her out of the apartment.

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clarkroschell‌ ;

“Make you die?” A grin nestled into flaxen countenance, offering a shake of his head in tandem, “Don’t put so much emphasis on my spec of happiness. You should actually feel very fuckin’ sad that I’m at the point in my life where only liquor makes me smile. Shame on you, Blake.” Perhaps it had turned into an unintentional sport for Clark; near rallying up the amount of times he could make Aurora blush, well aware of such effects he could tend to have on her. All the same, he could brush past any sense of rejoinder, perhaps out of sparing her the further burn of cerise hue onto her cheekbones; hand coming out as if to officiate such deal with a shake, “It’d be disappointing if I dared chicken out.”

“I never said that,” she stated with a fake gasp moving through them. “Well I never said that I was happy that it was liquor that made you happy, you should really look into the better aspects of your life. I mean c’mon, you’re not exactly hard to look at, you’re alive and the world hasn’t entirely went to shit yet. Plus, we still have multiple Chinese places that will deliver past eleven at night, therefore life isn’t as bad as you put it out to be,” she stated with a small giggle moving from her glossed lips soon after. Eyes focused on the hand that was handed to her, hesitant for a moment before quickly pulling her hand from the warmth of her pocket to latch her grip around his hand. “Anyone that knows Aurora Blake knows that she never chickens out. You got yourself a deal, Mr. Roschell.”

#a. blake — ( interactions ).#( c. clark roschell )

jdarius‌ ;

“Didn’t say it was an excuse, just stating them facts, okay?” he stated a little too matter of factually as his shoulders lifted slightly in a useless defense because yeah, there she went using his full name. “If I was going to use an excuse, it would be that last night I was shitfaced and… —- should I start over you think? Fine but its your fault seeing as you need to see my baby blues so damn early, Aurora.”

“Your facts are horrid,” she stated as her facial features continued to stay unimpressed, body slumped and eyes heavy as she forced them open. An eyebrow slowly raised upon her forehead as she listened to her best friend continue to justify the meltdown she had just dealt with from another woman Jordan managed to lose interest in. “Oh no, you are not using my full name around here, I did nothing wrong. I also do not want to hear another peep from your lips until I have a cup of coffee in my system.”

#a. blake — ( interactions ).#( c. jordan darius )

brittaperry

#jordan tag tba.

jordan darius.

—- ( @rcryblake )

“What?” the wolf asked in a slightly puzzled manner as his blue eyes locked onto those of the one and only Rory Blake. “She was barely crying when she left, so its not my fault that you saw her full on meltdown mode, Rory. Can’t help it when I’m not interested — you look good, wanna get breakfast?”

“That’s your excuse? That’s really the excuse you’re gonna use? You don’t bring someone over if you’re not interested, Jordan!” The use of his full name emphasized the tiredness that was radiating off her small body, having to deal with a emotionally damaged girl the moment her eyes had opened. “I know I look good, got my hair done yesterday. You’re paying since you made me deal with that the moment I woke up, ass.”

#a. blake — ( interactions ).#( c. jordan darius )

clark roschell.

“Oooh, come on, I smile well enough after a couple of shots. Clearly you have to come around more when the sun goes down,” his own stint with day drinking only reared it’s head when faced with shit he deemed as insurmountable. And when that spec of issues came to light, it was true he’d more than likely be found with a permanent scowl than anything else. Riposte came effortlessly, shuffling in his pockets for a pack of cigarettes as he drawled on, “Blue, purple, green — you’ve got a face that looks good under any complexion apparently. How fuckin’ lucky are you.” Face screwed up as if in thought on the concoction she described, eventually producing a shrug as a cigarette was settled between his lips, “Actually sounds just fine to me,” words tumbled past the nicotine stick that balanced on the base of his mouth, holding the door open for Rory as they stepped out.

“Well how am I supposed to be aware of that information? I don’t see you during the nighttime, I don’t know what past nine o’clock Clark looks like!” She stated with a small chuckle moving from her lips, her legs carrying her towards the door as her slim arms wrapped around herself to keep herself tucked neatly in the jacket. “Maybe if I ever got an invite, I would know what happy smile Clark looks like, you know it might even make me die happy knowing that Mr. Roschell is able to be happy,” she teased as she let her hand brush against his shoulder as she passed him, mostly as a thank-you for holding open the door. “Oh? I wouldn’t go as far as green and purple, but thank you ---- I think?” She stated with another smile, dipping her head as she attempted to hold back the redness once again, free hand shoving itself in her jacket pocket. Peeking up at the male through mascara coated eyelashes, she let out a subtle giggle. “Then do we have ourselves a deal?”

#a. blake — ( interactions ).#( c. clark roschell )

clark roschell.

“Hey, hey, hey, like I said, everyone needs something,” lexicon was tossed out in further jest, that subtle sense of mirth eclipsing any serious nature within cerulean hues. Clark could gnaw on his bottom lip as if wondering whether to let her undergo such mild expense, understanding full well Rory was more of a people pleaser than anything. Still, a draw to nicotine could unfortunately pass any prospect of being polite, snagging his own jacket on as he beckoned for the door. “Alright, come on, we’ll go suffer together. But don’t say I didn’t warn you when you start turning blue or some shit.” An exaggeration to the cold front of autumnal air that had since encapsulated the town, nudging his jacket on as he headed towards the door in question. Clark couldn’t let their topic of interest die down, however, grinning back towards her before offering only a mild frown, “–Well, wait; the hell is even in a daiquiri anyway?”

“Maybe you should try some, might make you smile a bit more,” she stated before biting her tongue at the compliment that almost moved from her lips. Rory slowly caught on what made her embarrassed, especially when it came to Clark, who wasn’t exactly ugly. Rory was still shocked that he enjoyed her company enough to actually be acquainted with her, last thing she needed was for him to take that back because of her endless babbles and inability to flirt in a normal-type of way. “I think I would look cute blue anyways,” she said with a small smile as she grabbed her own jacket and bag, pulling the strap to her bag across her body before pulling her jacket on with a smile, moving towards the door with him, turning on her heel as she looked at him once again. “Oh ---- it’s a shot of rum, some lime juice I believe and some strawberry juice. It’s frozen so it’s blended with some ice and then you even get a pink- sugared rim on your glass.”

#a. blake — ( interactions ).#( c. clark roschell )

clark roschell.

Clark feigned a sigh, hands coming up in tandem as if out of mock self defense, “Whatever gives you that little spec of happiness, Blake. I forfeit.” Hand slipped back down to snatch the coffee cup up to his lips, taking a grateful sip. It offered a mediator beneath the cerise hue that perpetually stained her cheeks whenever in his presence; something Clark could take constant note of. The perpetual drumming of his thumbs continued, pausing beneath the faux sense of scrutiny that radiated from her, “It’s getting cold as all hell out. I’m not gonna make you freeze your ass off for ten minutes.” A gnawing habit, yet he liked to figure himself considerate when it came to those he showed an ounce of care for. Mirth cavorted across his features now, raising a brow as if in affirmed promise, “Don’t tempt me with a good time, Rory.”

“Oh please, now I’m the offended one that you think a latte is needed for me to be happy. Look who you’re talking to, Roschell.” Offering a small gapped mouth in offense before letting giggles take over, her smile back on her features as quickly as it has disappeared. Quickly shaking her head from side to side, she probably looked at though she was trying to make herself dizzy from another persons point of view. “No no no, it’s not that cold out! Besides, I have my jacket if I get too cold, I don’t want you to sit here with that on your brain. Besides, we can probably head out anyways, I know you’re not a fan of big crowds and it seems as though this place is getting busier than expected.” The ring of the door opening came right on time, causing her eyebrow to flick upwards on her forehead. “I’ll even shake on it, but you need to drink the whole daiquiri.”

#a. blake — ( interactions ).#( c. clark roschell )

clark roschell.

“Because it sounded fuckin’ gross,” a genuine laugh escaped him, perhaps any reasonable attempt to smother his lame sense of rejoinder to her claim. Calloused palm was slipped around his customary coffee order, thumb drumming against the side out of habit for the near inherent withdrawal that came from his incessant need for nicotine. An immanent action spurred from him, boot-clad foot lighting nudging her back; something that could betray his more reticently bitter side, “You wound me even joking about a mixed drink. Though I gotta fuckin’ say, I’d pay to see you try to down a cup of straight whiskey. It’d be priceless.”

“Why you gotta judge? My chai tea latte with whipped topping and caramel drizzle do something to you? Some of us need more than old-man grump and black coffee to pipe up in the morning,” she teased, cheeks turning it’s usual red tinge as she felt the tip of his foot nudge her right back. Brown hues focused in on the thumbs drumming, corners of her lips turning in a small smile as she nodded her head towards it. “Cigarette break? I’m happy to stand outside with you if you need one,” she muttered as her eyes moved back to his own, holding the gaze. “If you drink a strawberry daiquiri, I’ll drink a cup of straight whiskey.”

#a. blake — ( interactions ).#( c. clark roschell )#over here speed replying to avoid the pain of the roschell siblings

clark roschell.

Clark produced a scoff as if it was any indication of possible offense, a grin nestling on flaxen features in tandem, “I wasn’t dropped on my head as a fuckin’ baby, I think I can manage a word that has more than two syllables in it.” All the same grin split into one that showed a more genuine smile, drenched in mirth, soon offering a shrug, “Well a fancy drink isn’t gonna kill you in the end, Rory.” A nod to his less than savory guilty pleasures in life.

The grin was enough to cause the usual bright smile for shine on her lips, white teeth shining towards the hunter that was sitting comfortably across from her. “You sure? I mean you looked at me as though I have three heads when I told you what I wanted,” she teased, ballet-slippered foot kicking forward to lightly nudge his knee under the table. “Oh? And what fancy drinks does the Clark Roschell drink? I need to know this. Are you a girly drink person? Do you like ordering strawberry daiquiris on the down-low?”

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mrandmrskarev

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mrandmrskarev‌:

↳ Jo and Alex playing with their rings || 14x20 ↬ 15x02.

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clark roschell.

“Look, I grew up in a generation that knew black coffee and that was it. So when it comes to coffee orders I just told them to bring me the most over the top thing they got. Something called a caramel macchiato? All I know is that it looks like it can give you fuckin’ diabetes which means it’s definitely a chick drink for you.” Clark slid into the chair opposite of her, supporting a grin as he slid over a way too over the top drink with far too much whipped topping splayed atop it to round it off. @rcryblake

“I’m impressed that you managed to pronounce it correctly,” she stated with a small tease before wrapping her thin fingers around the warm mug, bright smile moving onto her glossed lips. It was comforting, finally able to sit across from Clark without nerves rushing through her veins; guess the endless late nights cleaning his wounds managed to vanish the anxiety that usually took hold her whole body. “It’s not a regular drink ---- but we all have a sweet tooth, Mr. Roschell. Don’t sit over there and act as though you don’t have a guilty pleasure.”

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“You might wanna be more careful, next time.” She muttered as she began to blot the cut once again that was above Clark’s eyebrow, hoping she wasn’t causing any pain -- at least no more than he was already in. “You gonna finally tell me what happened or is that another secret you’re gonna put under your belt?” She asked as she began to search for any kind of band-aid in the first aid kit that was on her lap. ( @clark-r )

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“Okay but is there an actual reason that I’m here, Lyssa? I have no idea where Alex is, my guess is as good as yours and you would probably have more information from his sister, if you tried.” The human said quietly, keeping herself distanced from the other, terrified of what tactic might be tried towards her. Unaware of the fangs that were most likely protruding from the vampires lips, Rory began to slowly look around for any close-by objects that Lyssa would use for a weapon. ( @lxdeveraux )

#a. blake — ( interactions ).#( c. lyssa deveraux )

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↳ Camilla Luddington as Jo Wilson in Grey’s Anatomy 14x18 — “Hold Back the River" | [deleted scene]

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