down to the river we will run

Dying is an art. Like everything else, I do it exceptionally well. I do it so it feels like hell. I do it so it feels real. I guess you could say I have a call. Francesca Marie Rivera y Castillo | 25 Call me River. Nothing else. Pure of Heart → 251 Corrupted Soul → 4,250 part of bindlebrim hallows RP

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Tatiana Maslany, Milo Ventimiglia, and Shane Coffey 

Requested by: anonymous

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[river-castillo]

"You’re a legend Sarah Manning River Castillo. You’re a myth."

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1x09 // 2x04

[river-castillo]

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Walk away, that your specialty isn’t it…(x)

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You’re the wild type, Sarah. You propagate against all odds. You’re restless. You survive.

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Can we get back to Beth please? Suicide? I don’t accept that.

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                                                    Low Life Grifter

                                                     Punk Rock Ho

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Vi’s heart leapt at the idea of being someone’s companion. Mere weeks ago, the very notion would have stifled her, causing her worries to go into overdrive. Case in point: how often had she denied her packmates any form of relationship? Only one had tried but perhaps there was a reason for that. Maybe Rayna saw Violet’s fear to trust and took it for something predatory. No, that was idiotic. The younger wolf saw Vi as weak not strong.

              How old are you?

It had been years since Violet had thought to ask herself that question. Birthdays flew by, the day just as monotonous as the rest blending into the remainder of the year. She was in her seventies, she knew because of the decades, but that wasn’t something she could admit without seeming like a joke. In the natural world, she appeared young. There was a way of figuring out how much but it varied from wolf to wolf. It had been a while since Violet had aged, longer than was usually expected. She settled on the first number that came to mind.

"23. I know it’s- I’m young but I swear I have the maturity of someone much older." At least half of her statement was true. "I can do it. I promise." For once, she might not have to break her word. Her senses were attuned to tracking, listening in on conversations others wouldn’t have a chance of hearing, catching scents no one else would dream of following. This was something she could do. She finally had some kind of purpose, a silver lining to an otherwise vicious curse.

[river-castillo]

River never thought much about her age. She was a child prodigy. She was a genius with the ability to recognize patterns, hack into anything, and remember everything she saw. All she knew about age was that she was younger (but also smarter) than everyone else in her classes. But now, with her deal that she made with Dantalion, she's all too aware of her age. Ten years. She would die at thirty five. There was no possible way out of the deal.

"That is what many people say," River said, "but I trust you." She didn't completely trust her yet, but she did seem earnest. "Do not make any promises you cannot keep either," she added. River held the door open for Violet to leave. "Here is my cellphone number. Call me if there is anything that you need help with. You have one day to find as much information as you can on these people. I need a suspect. Have a nice rest of your day. I will see you tomorrow. And again, congratulations on your new position."

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Violet’s heart beat faster as River explained her tasks as… whatever she was. It was real. She was really doing it. Taking her first steps towards happiness or at the very least contentment. The air became thicker as Vi imagined herself skulking in the darkness, exploring new leads with her new mysterious friend and keeping any information about their lives, past or present, out of the conversation to focus only on the current situation. It sounded too appealing to be a possibility. Her instincts had changed now that the wheels had begun to turn, changing for intrigue and excitement to fear and a crushing sense of failure. Yet her feet stayed firmly planted to her position and her hands unwillingly accept the note in which her job has been written.

"N- Actually, what’s my job exactly? Am I like an assistant or hired help or a fellow investigator?" Violet blushed as she realized how silly she sounded. She was desperate for affirmation that somehow this was some kind of relationship, not just a transaction. Even if it was kept professional, it would be nice to have someone outside of the pack, or someone human for that matter. If Vi was going to go through with this and not be the coward she felt like being, she had to make this apart of her fantasy. Violet Moore if she had never been bitten. Then by the time reality came to light, she would have something to fight for.

"By the way, I haven’t. Done any research like this before I mean." She was lying but unlike the majority of her lies, this one wasn’t easy to see through. A few years back, it must have been twenty by now, she had looked for her parents and found them. She was going to make her way down to them and show them what they had created. Keep the vow she made to herself the day she was turned that she would come back and kill them for murdering the girl she once was. She couldn’t do it though. Compassionate towards even the most evil of beings.

[river-castillo]

River hadn't actually thought of what Violet's job position would be. She was not qualified or trained enough to be considered a fellow investigator. Hired help seemed far too condescending. "Assistant. For now, you will be called my assistant. Later on, as you improve your skills, you will be promoted to be my fellow investigator. But, for now, you will be named my assistant. A companion of sorts. I hope that you do not mind your title," she explained as she walked around her apartment. She shifted papers around to create a walk way. So many cases. So many murders, many of them cold cases. So many ghosts searching for answers.

There was one ghost however whom she hadn't heard from in months. A young soldier named Cristian Castillo. A kind, brave, and somewhat self righteous man. And a loving brother. Perhaps there would be a way that River would be able to communicate with him again. She had lost contact with her younger brother as well. Hopefully he was doing fine and hopefully, he had not been affected by the magic that ran through his veins.

"You will learn then," River said, turning to face Violet. "Do not be afraid to ask for help, but do know that I expect a lot out of you since I do not welcome outsiders very often. How old are you?" She raised an eyebrow, keeping her gaze on the woman. River was not one for rules, but she did respect those she liked. Violet was a rare exception. For now, she was. River still wasn't quite sure what to think of her. "Prove to me that you are capable of this work."

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"We will now discuss in a little more detail the Struggle for Existence.” - Charles Darwin, On The Origin of Species

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