$LAYYYTER
todays bird
Sade Olutola
#extradirty
The Stonewall Inn
tannertan36
h
cherry valley forever
ojovivo
❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
untitled
No title available
hello vonnie
d e v o n
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
Mike Driver
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
Jimmy Eat World
Cookie Run:Kingdom Official!
KIROKAZE
seen from Indonesia
seen from United States
seen from Chile
seen from Hong Kong SAR China
seen from United States
seen from T1
seen from Indonesia
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Canada
seen from United States
seen from Brazil
seen from Azerbaijan
seen from United States
seen from Hong Kong SAR China
seen from Türkiye
seen from Colombia
seen from United States
seen from Brazil
seen from Malaysia
@remy-eriksen
“Rom can ignore us.” She chuckled. “We both deserve a girl’s night.”
“Oh, Romy won’t care. The only thing he’ll be miffed about is missing girl’s night.” Remy commented with a laugh. “Talking of the shop, though, or rather my home above the shop, I do have a little present for you back home.”
It felt terrible to know that he had creating the mindset that she had on him. That Remy had found out about Diana before he could have propery told her. Despite the fact that he still wore his ring, the biggest giveaway, those types of jewelry never made sense in the time they were in. In regardless, it still allowed the remorse to flourish in his body at the expression being given to him. “Because… Nobody wants to be alone in a hospital… Even if it’s… I can stand outside if you want. I mean… I just– I assumed it would… I’ll be outside the door.”
There was truth to Josh’s words to a certain degree. Remy didn’t particularly want to be alone.She felt vulnerable lying in a hospital bed, not remembering who had put her in here in the first place. Remy just wasn’t sure if she preferred the fear of being alone or the pain of seeing Josh. It was the cliche of being stuck between a rock and a hard place. “I asked you not to go my house and wait for me, and you did. So, I’m guessing that it doesn’t matter how many times I tell you to leave now because you just won’t.” Remy commented dryly. “If you’re going to stay here whether I want you to or not you might as well stay in here. You’ll probably just get in the way out there.” She finally decided. It was clear Remy had no choice but to face up to Josh sooner or later. Might as well do it whilst she could request a sedative after.
Hmm. He grunted. “That makes sense.” He frowned as if he were confused but he wasn’t. “I know witches have to practice i just never thought about when they did nor have ever caught one.” That was probably due the fact they were normally hidden. “Oh.” He leaned in a bit as he looked at the stitches on her forehead. “Are you sure you should even be out trying to practice magic in your condition?” He didn’t know how bad off she was but that wound didn’t look like it was just something that happened and he didn’t know how bad it really was.
Remy smiled in amusement at his concern and nodded. “I’ve been doing this magic thing for a while, I know my limitations. Besides, the fact that I’ve been out of action for a while is even more reason why I should practice.” That was one of the things Remy hated most about being in hospital, not being able to practice. That and being away from the shop. “I was only doing some minor magic anyway, I can show you if you like. As long as you promise not to shoot me for doing so.”
“I wouldn’t know,” Ren shrugged, shaking his head slightly. “I haven’t had much contact with the stuff, for obvious reasons,” he added with a small laugh, though he didn’t think Remy needed his opinion much. After all, vervain was used specifically to keep his kind away. His eyes lit with recognition at the name of the shop, a smile spreading across his features. “Yes, I’ve been even. But not for a long while, it must have been….your grandmother running it at the time, I think. Does she still own the shop?” He asked a little tentatively, trying to recall how long it had been since he’d visited, and how old she had been at the time.
“You might not have much contact with it but it’s still probably better to know everything you possibly can about it. Better the devil you know or some shit like that.” Remy said with a laugh. She wasn’t surprised when Ren recognised the shop, or that he had been in it. The shop was unique and unique things usually made a buzz. “No, no. She passed away. Naturally, of old age.” Remy replied. She missed her Grams a lot, but it was one of the few deaths in her family that didn’t bring her a lot of sadness. “My parents owned it for a little while when I was younger, than my Grams took it over once more and now I own the shop, along with my twin. We’ve been running it for about five years now.”
“That works. Your place is probably roomier than mine anyways.”
“I don’t know about that, I live in a small apartment above a shop with another person. But, if tonight goes as planned, we’ll be too drunk to care.”
“I don’t think there was any one else who was going to smoke those,” he pointed out with some amusement. “I only go through a pack every few months,” he elaborated. “They were likely a parting gift from a hunter I crossed paths with. Fate just had it you crossed my path before I ended up melting a lung from them.”
“I’m sorry I inspired you,” Ren laughed, a little worried by the idea they would be floating around. Then, he supposed he’d already decided it was time to quit. “You run a shop of some kind?”
Remy laughed lightly. “Don’t worry, they might not even work. I mean, if someone who wasn’t a vampire smoked one of these it’s might not give them the same protection wearing and ingesting vervain does.” She commented, musing to herself just as much as Ren. Remy nodded in answer to his question. “You might have heard of it, it’s been around for quite some time. It’s probably older than a few of the vampires in the city. Eriksen’s Apothecary and Antiques.”
He looked to the door shortly after she gestured then returned looking to her. His gun was completely lowered by his side. “That doesn’t sound good. If i know witches, which i really don’t — witches tend to do magic when something is wrong.” not that they didn’t do magic when something was right, but he wasn’t concerned with that. “Not putting up a spell up to keep people like me and others from seeing is a huge mistake. I don’t mean to pry but what the hell has your mind in a mix that you would forget something like that?”
Remy shrugged slightly, “How can you do the necessary magic when something’s wrong if you haven’t learnt and practiced the magic?” She said simply. “I can’t evolve and grow as a witch if I don’t practice and study.” In the past few months, Remy had decided she wished to become more like her grandmother. Remy never dreamed that she could ever be as powerful and great a witch as she was, but Remy wanted to try. “Nothing wrong with asking.” As a curious person herself Remy couldn’t get angry over a question she would have likely asked herself if the roles were reversed. “There’s a number of things, more recently I was in hospital,” She said, gesturing to the stitched up wound on her forehead.
Thierry watched as she slowly stretched out. He didn’t move from where he was standing while he looked at her, knowing if he moved any closer she would think he was trying to hurt her. “I know you’re not,” He said, looking down as if her words saddened him. “I am not the monster you think that I am, Remira. I have made mistakes in my past and I know I was a monster then. But a lot has changed.” As he spoke, he looked back at her. His eyebrows knitted together as if he were distressed at her wounds. When she gestured the stitches, he stepped forward and reached out as if he were going to touch them before he acted as if he caught himself and stepped back again.
Remy froze as he reached his hand out towards her, unsure what Thierry was going to do. A small sigh of relief escaped her lips as he moved his hand away at the last second. The thought of Thierry touching made her physically sick. Not only that but after the attack having someone like Thierry reach out to touch scared her, Remy’s gut reaction was to think he was about to hurt her. “I asked you not touch me.” She said sternly, reminding him not to try again even though he had pulled away. “You keep saying things have changed, and you can keep saying it, but I don’t believe you. I never will. I saw what you became when you turned. If it were some else I might believe them, or if your actions were due to you turning your humanity off but I realised that it was impossible for to become my brother once more a long time ago.”
“I know not all witches are all bad but that’s what they all say.” he did lower it a little bit. “Imagine if someone else would have saw you.”
“Yeah, that was a mistake,” Remy said with a small frown. “That’s the back door to my shop there.” She said gesturing to a the nearest door that backed onto the alley. “I’ve practiced my magic out here before but usually put up spells to prevent people seeing me. Like spells that warn me if anyone’s coming. I’ve been...a bit distracted recently and must have forgotten.”
Joshua nodded in response, choosing not to let his words betray him even though the action he was taking part in already told him so. Eye contact was not made – he felt like he didn’t deserve it, while also trying to shy away from any confrontation. As he usually did. However, at her request for him to depart, dark eyes landed hard on her own. “No,” was the first thing out of his mouth. He immediately saw the haste in his statement, but his attention remained on Remy. “I mean… I can stay— Stay until y– Someone else comes… So you’re not a… Alone.”
Remy was a little surprised at his almost aggressive no, not having seen that side to Josh before. She didn't quite know how to react, mostly because she didn't know how she was feeling. Remy kept eye contact with him for a while before looking away. "And what makes you think being alone wouldn't preferable to having your company?" She asked, making eye contact with him once more. It hurt Remy to see Josh, but she couldn't show him that because she no longer trusted him and so Remy instinctively covered up her pain.
“You’re gonna go home with me. Got it.” She chuckled.
“Or you can come back to mine. As long as I return with you.” Remy said with a small laugh of her own.
“Right,” he forced a smile. “I’m sorry.” It wasn’t sincere, but if it made her feel better than he could put up with it for a minute. “Yeah, yeah. Let’s go there.” He looked down at her, “I’ll follow you.” Going to her shop at least got him off the streets where he couldn’t make a scene. It’s not what he wanted, but Kevin would take anything at this point.
Remy shrugged. “Don’t worry about it. I’m not exactly in the best mood or place myself so I’ll probably say a mean, off the cuff comment to you at some point.” She said honestly. Remy turned around and began walking in the direction she’d just come from. She probably couldn’t have walked much further anyway. “So, what is wrong with you?”
Thierry let a long sigh escape him. “I know you don’t believe me Remira and I don’t blame you. But I am worried about you. I know I have done a lot to ruin your trust toward me. But I’m still your older brother and no matter what, I will always worry about you.” He knew Remy didn’t believe him. She had made it obvious. But, he would keep his act up as long as it would take. Eventually, he thought, she would give in and accept him. “Thank you,” He said with a dip of his head, relief filling his voice. “What happened to you?” He asked, his tone was laced with concern.
Remy slowly unfurled her body, but only because her current position was painful for her. She winced as she stretched herself out. Despite being in a more relaxed position her side still pressed up against the sides of her hospital bed so she was as far away from Thierry as possible. “I’m not letting you stay for you, or because I want you to be here so don’t bother saying thank you. You can cut that out along with the rest of your bullshit.” Remy said before shrugging her shoulder slightly. “I don’t remember.” She gestured to the stitches on her forehead. “Concussion.”
Diana nodded, not sure if she should really say anymore. Her and Josh still hadn’t talked about things and here she was telling their past. She was a little grateful that Remy agreed with it being complicated. It helped Diana believe she wasn’t going completely crazy over it. The topics of siblings was a happy one for her, running with it to change the subject. “Did I say four? I meant three. I think I may have drank one of many of these already.” She lifted up her glass, laughing. “It was a little intense to be honest. Being the only girl and the youngest is not easy. Are you two really close?”
Remy had felt very relaxed with the other brunette, the two had been getting along very well but all of a sudden Remy felt very awkward. It was stifling like the walls had suddenly closed in on her. Should she say something? Did Diana know? Perhaps it wasn’t as big a deal as Remy thought, but it was a big deal to her. Josh had broken Remy’s trust. All Remy wanted to do was escape, but wasn’t sure how without seeming suspicious. “I still think three is a lot to deal with,” Remy smiled and nodded. “Yeah, we’re really close. He’s the only person I know I can trust entirely. I know what it’s like to be the only girl and the youngest. Romy is older by a few minutes as he often reminds me and then there was my older brother.” Remy didn’t intend on mentioned Thierry at all, she was distracted by working out how she could extract herself politely that she let the piece of information slip.
“I didn’t say it was a good one,” Ren agreed, brow furrowing with a slight frown. “I was probably the target,” he admitted, shaking his head. “I have made some enemies. You’re probably right, I should pick my friends with more care.” Looking at the rest of his pack, Ren wished he could trust it to smoke, but he wasn’t that foolish. Especially after such a clear sign it was time for him to quit. A little mournfully, he held them out to Remy. “Here. If you’re curious, maybe you’ll find something,” he told her with a smile. “I don’t smoke often, so I’ve probably had these awhile.”
"Why are you so sure you’re the target?” Remy asked curiously. Others might have just minded their own business but Remy always let her curious nature get the better of her. If he didn’t want to answer he could simply say as much. Remy wouldn’t take offence. That was his right. Remy took the pack off him, she was indeed curious. “It really is a good idea. I might have to start selling them at my shop. To humans and werewolves, of course, not to vampires. Why not to some good whilst they do something bad.”
“Your brother,” Joshua huffed, looking around the mundane walls and taking in the atmosphere. He had always been in the waiting room, the various times that triggered him to leave whichever location he was in because he had attacked someone near to death and needed to take them to a hospital. But being inside? The odors brought the deepest unease in every cavernous point of his stomach. “He talks loud. I was waiting at the,” he paused, looking around the room before finally landing his gaze on her small form. “What– What– What happened?”
“The shop,” Remy said with a sigh, finishing off his sentence. “Whilst you waiting at the shop, even though I told you not too.” She said in irritation. It was a painful reminder of what Josh had done, and not one Remy really need right now. “I was attacked. That’s all I can remember for now.” She said, not able to meet his gaze as she answered his question. Remy hated that she couldn’t remember who had done this to her. If Remy knew then she’d know why and what she had to do to prevent these from happening again. She’d be able to prepare herself. Without that information, she felt vulnerable and that, in turn, made her feel scared. “Now you know you can leave,” Remy said stubbornly.
Kevin turned to the voice next to him. “Your observation skills are outstanding. No, I’m not fucking alright. I just want to…fuck I don’t even know where I want to go.” He knew anywhere but home was good, just getting there was his main problem. Kevin had ended up in a part of the city he’d never seen, nor could he even guess the relative location of where he was. “Where are we?”
“You could have just said no,” Remy said, crossing her arms. “If you want my help you could be just the tiniest bit nicer to me.” She said before sighing, knowing she was going to help Kevin however much he insulted her. He was clearly in trouble of some sort, aside from being lost that is. “We’re on 24th Avenue. Not far from my shop. If you want we can go back there and I’ll make you a drink or something whilst you chill out.”
