Blanche Reyes

This is Blanche Reyes' RP blog. I came to visit my cousin Erica Reyes. My family is kind of...hardcore.

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Rectify situations

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Blanche smiled at his kindness and reached over to lay a hand on his. Her hair fell across her face and she was silent in her thoughts. Eventually she said, “I appreciate that, but I don’t know if I can ask everyone to do that. It’s not just mental illness, it’s torture, it’s brainwashing…” Blanche coughed a little and looked Derek in the eye. “She needs more help than just me reading counseling and psychology books.”

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Derek thought about it for a moment, considering what she was saying. He knew she was right about that. Blanche wouldn’t be able to do this on her own. After a moment, he laughed lightly. “I think the pack is well-versed in torture and brainwashing by now.” He smiled kindly, turning his hand over under hers to squeeze her hand. “We’ll figure something out.”

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She held it tightly in her own and smiled gently. “Thanks, Derek,” she said, sounding relieved. She blinked and scratched her shoulder. “At least she seems to be understand that her whole world view was, well, wrong,” she admitted, “but I don’t think she’s handling it well. She looks at me funny all the time.” Blanche squinted a little, “ like she’s trying to figure out how I could be her sister and...whatever I am at the same time.”

She looked at Derek’s hand, stuff and furry, and sighed. “I was lucky enough never to be that far in...I had always something more, something different. But Sybil bought into it more than Brian did.”

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Rectify situations

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Blanche blew a breath out harshly, resting her chin on her hands, her elbows on her knees.

“I wouldn’t have blamed you,” she offered, keeping her gaze straight ahead. Eventually she leaned back, head against the back of the couch. “She’s a cornered cat, essentially,” she continued softly, “she has no where to go. She can’t go back to my parents, she doesn’t know where her girlfriend went. She can’t seek out our brother…she just has me.” She closed her eyes tightly. “I don’t think I’m enough to fix something like this.”

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Derek frowned, understanding why Sybil lashed out, but not knowing what advice to give her. Sybil’s situation reminded him vaguely of Peter’s. Both of them had made mistakes and both of them had been rejected by their families to only have one person care – for Peter that person was Alex, for Sybil it was Blanche. Derek had found it in himself to forgive Peter, but that had taken time and he still didn’t know where they were yet. He wasn’t quite sure what to do about Sybil.

For the first time since Sybil fled, Derek looked at Blanche. 

“You’re more than enough,” he stated firmly, a small smile twitching at his lips. “But you won’t go through this alone. You’re pack now. You never have to go through anything alone.”

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Blanche smiled at his kindness and reached over to lay a hand on his. Her hair fell across her face and she was silent in her thoughts. Eventually she said, “I appreciate that, but I don't know if I can ask everyone to do that. It’s not just mental illness, it’s torture, it’s brainwashing...” Blanche coughed a little and looked Derek in the eye. “She needs more help than just me reading counseling and psychology books.”

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Rectify situations

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Sybil eyebrows pinched together. She didn't’ understand, was he lying? Giving her an out? She suddenly wished she had werewolf abilities, just to see what was going on.

Blanche looked between the two of them, at Derek’s body language, at how he smelled like soot and anguish. She opened her mouth but Sybil beat her to it.

“Why are you apologizing?” She demanded, fire in her eyes for someone else other than her family, than Maxie. It didn’t make sense in her world to take the blame for something that wasn’t your fault.

“I played you,” she continued, shaking off her sister’s hand as it grabbed onto her elbow. “I wanted you to do that, I wanted…” she shuddered a breath before shaking her head. “I’m going for a walk,” she said to the room at large, before slipping out the door.

Blanche watched her leave, listened for her footsteps as the headed into the woods, crunching against gravel. 

Blanche tried to catch Derek’s eye but failed. She tutted before gracefully slipping onto the couch. “Psychological trauma is hard to sort through,” she commented finally.

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Sybil’s reaction to his apology puzzled him. Anyone else would have been angry at him, disappointed even, for his reaction. Kate would have been gleeful, would have laughed in his face and provoked him further. But Sybil wasn’t Kate. Sybil had hurt Alex, but she hadn’t killed him. She hadn’t set his family on fire.

He stared after her as she stormed out, replaying their entire encounter in his head. He shouldn’t have lost control. It shouldn’t have been so easy to provoke him. He was just so tired of people using Alex as a punching bag, for using anyone in his pack as a punching bag.

And Sybil…Derek couldn’t quite figure her out. She was angry and dangerous, but also hurt and vulnerable. He couldn’t decide if she was a threat or not. He vaguely wondered if her vulnerability made her even more of a threat.

He nodded at Blanche’s comment, finally tearing his gaze away from the door. He moved into the room and took a seat beside her, seating on the edge of his seat and not finding it in himself to look at her. “I could have killed her, Blanche.”

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Blanche blew a breath out harshly, resting her chin on her hands, her elbows on her knees.

“I wouldn’t have blamed you,” she offered, keeping her gaze straight ahead. Eventually she leaned back, head against the back of the couch. “She’s a cornered cat, essentially,” she continued softly, “she has no where to go. She can’t go back to my parents, she doesn’t know where her girlfriend went. She can’t seek out our brother...she just has me.” She closed her eyes tightly. “I don’t think I’m enough to fix something like this.”

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Rectify situations

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Blanche wanted to say so many things. That it was stupid to come looking for them, that she should have listened to them. That coming here, to her alpha was probably the worst thing she could have done. She wondered how much this would set things back.

“And the little heart to heart with Derek?” She questioned, eyeing her sister. Sybil pursed her lips. “Saw an opportunity, I guess,” she answered, glancing at the door.

Blanche growled and closed her eyes. “You should apologize,” Blanche insisted when she opened them, slightly more calm.

Sybil did feel guilty, which was new. It was acidic. Who knows what this wolf had been through, and she used him.

She always used people.

A self hatred she hadn’t experienced before welled up in her mouth, her palms grew sweaty.

“I am, uh,” she tried twisting towards the kitchen, “sorry, I mean.”

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Derek nodded jerkily to himself, breathing evenly through his nostrils. He could hear the steadiness of her heartbeat at the words and knew she meant it, but he also sensed her discomfort and the way the words sounded so strange coming from her mouth.

He released the sink and went to the door, gazing intently at the floor. “I understand.” 

And the strange thing was…he did understand. He understood what it was like to want to give it all up, to just walk away or disappear. He’d tried to on countless occasions, he’d just never succeeded.

He gaze moved to meet hers. “I’m sorry for…” 

He paused, his gaze flicking up to meet Blanche’s momentarily before returning to the floor. He didn’t want to admit how easy it could be to lose control. He didn’t want Blanche to think he was weak or the shift couldn’t be managed. He could control it. It was just a constant fight. A fight that he didn’t want Blanche to be afraid of.

He sighed. “Sorry for losing control.”

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Sybil eyebrows pinched together. She didn't’ understand, was he lying? Giving her an out? She suddenly wished she had werewolf abilities, just to see what was going on.

Blanche looked between the two of them, at Derek’s body language, at how he smelled like soot and anguish. She opened her mouth but Sybil beat her to it.

“Why are you apologizing?” She demanded, fire in her eyes for someone else other than her family, than Maxie. It didn’t make sense in her world to take the blame for something that wasn’t your fault.

“I played you,” she continued, shaking off her sister’s hand as it grabbed onto her elbow. “I wanted you to do that, I wanted...” she shuddered a breath before shaking her head. “I’m going for a walk,” she said to the room at large, before slipping out the door.

Blanche watched her leave, listened for her footsteps as the headed into the woods, crunching against gravel. 

Blanche tried to catch Derek’s eye but failed. She tutted before gracefully slipping onto the couch. “Psychological trauma is hard to sort through,” she commented finally.

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Rectify situations

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Blanche watched him struggle into the kitchen before turning back to her sister. She felt awful, and she’d deal with it, but she need to tend to the mess in front of her.

She had curled in on herself and refused to look up from the floor. “Why didn’t you just call,” she prompted, running a hand through Sybil’s blonde hair.

At first, Sybil didn’t answer. Slowly she whispered, “I, uh broke the cell phone.”

Blanche blinked before blankly asking, “why?”

Sybil moved her shoulders up closer to her head, like she was shrinking. Sybil used to know her place in the world and never would have made herself smaller for anyone. Now, though, things were different.

“Brian called,” she answered simply, sounding increasingly uncomfortable.

Blanche shoulder’s sagged and her eyes grew sad as she rubbed her face. “So, you got suicidal, panicked, and came looking for one of us,” she supplied. Sybil didn’t answer but Blanche knew she was right.

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Derek tried not to listen to their conversation, knew he didn’t have a right to, but he was curious as to why Sybil would come over here. He was curious why someone so smart would do something so stupid?

It made a little sense when he heard Brian’s name. He knew that was another relative, but he had trouble keeping track of them all. He thought it was their brother, but he couldn’t be sure. Hearing that Sybil was suicide made Derek feel even more guilty for what he’d done – for what he’d almost done. What would Blanche do if she knew?

She would hate him, he assumed.

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Blanche wanted to say so many things. That it was stupid to come looking for them, that she should have listened to them. That coming here, to her alpha was probably the worst thing she could have done. She wondered how much this would set things back.

“And the little heart to heart with Derek?” She questioned, eyeing her sister. Sybil pursed her lips. “Saw an opportunity, I guess,” she answered, glancing at the door.

Blanche growled and closed her eyes. “You should apologize,” Blanche insisted when she opened them, slightly more calm.

Sybil did feel guilty, which was new. It was acidic. Who knows what this wolf had been through, and she used him.

She always used people.

A self hatred she hadn’t experienced before welled up in her mouth, her palms grew sweaty.

“I am, uh,” she tried twisting towards the kitchen, “sorry, I mean.”

[rpsybilreyes-blog]

Rectify situations

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The front porch smelled like salt and summer, and nightshade.

Why did she smell her sister here?

Blanche sensed the anger from the Hale house and suddenly wished Erica hadn’t gotten sidetracked. She didn’t know if she could deal with this many emotions on her own.

She slammed open the door just in time to hear Sybil shouting, “I don’t feel pain anymore! They trained me not to!”

Blanche saw Derek beginning to shift and had a moment of being unsure who she should hold back. She knew they were equally as dangerous.

“Sybil.” She demanded, calming herself. Sybil deflated and looked like she was just going to run. Blanche caught her arm and stood her down. “No one’s gonna do anything,” she stated, glancing at her alpha, then back at her sister. “Especially not by themselves. You weren’t supposed to leave the house!” She hissed. Sybil ducked her head and said nothing.

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With Blanche in the house, Derek felt himself slowly come back to his senses. He grit his teeth and forced back his shift, steadily getting to his feet. He glared at Sybil before turning his gaze on Blanche.

“Control your sister,” he hissed, removing himself from the room for the time being. He went to the kitchen and gripped the side of the sink, letting himself breathe. He was angry. He was livid. He wanted to run his claws through something. He wanted to kill something.

He took a deep, steadying breath and glared at the wall.

“She came to see you and Erica,” Derek supplied, knowing that Blanche could hear him even with his voice low.

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Blanche watched him struggle into the kitchen before turning back to her sister. She felt awful, and she’d deal with it, but she need to tend to the mess in front of her.

She had curled in on herself and refused to look up from the floor. “Why didn’t you just call,” she prompted, running a hand through Sybil’s blonde hair.

At first, Sybil didn’t answer. Slowly she whispered, “I, uh broke the cell phone.”

Blanche blinked before blankly asking, “why?”

Sybil moved her shoulders up closer to her head, like she was shrinking. Sybil used to know her place in the world and never would have made herself smaller for anyone. Now, though, things were different.

“Brian called,” she answered simply, sounding increasingly uncomfortable.

Blanche shoulder’s sagged and her eyes grew sad as she rubbed her face. “So, you got suicidal, panicked, and came looking for one of us,” she supplied. Sybil didn’t answer but Blanche knew she was right.

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Rectify situations

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She sighed hugely before sitting up straight. Her vision blurred and she fought to stay upright.

“Then who is,” she ground out, steely gaze on him. Derek’s eyes narrowed and he didn’t answer.

Desperation gouged into her chest. “Who!?” She screamed, pounding her fist against the ground before seeming to come to some conclusion.

“Hit me,” she demanded, needing him to understand. They were trying to fix her but she couldn’t be fixed. She wasn’t broken, she was created to be this way. “Hit me, it won’t hurt.” Derek didn’t move and Sybil grew angry.

“I stabbed him,” she concluded simply, staggering to her feet. She could feel the bruise forming. That was normal, it felt right on her skin. She could sense Derek’s anger and wished she had been able to get that out before. Then she would be dead. 

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Derek kept himself carefully still, his entire body rigid and tense. He could sense her desperation, saw a part of her crumbling in front of him. He saw her breaking, piece by piece, and Derek didn’t know what to do. The only thing he could do was not take the bate. Don’t hit her. Don’t bite her. Don’t kill her.

He grit his teeth at her confession, feeling his anger building in his chest. He knew he couldn’t, but he wanted to hurt her. To make her feel the pain that Alex felt, to reach into her chest with his bare claws and tear out her heart. To squeeze the life from her throat.

He ducked his head and fought his urges, his neck cracking as he fought back his shift.

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The front porch smelled like salt and summer, and nightshade.

Why did she smell her sister here?

Blanche sensed the anger from the Hale house and suddenly wished Erica hadn’t gotten sidetracked. She didn’t know if she could deal with this many emotions on her own.

She slammed open the door just in time to hear Sybil shouting, “I don’t feel pain anymore! They trained me not to!”

Blanche saw Derek beginning to shift and had a moment of being unsure who she should hold back. She knew they were equally as dangerous.

“Sybil.” She demanded, calming herself. Sybil deflated and looked like she was just going to run. Blanche caught her arm and stood her down. “No one’s gonna do anything,” she stated, glancing at her alpha, then back at her sister. “Especially not by themselves. You weren’t supposed to leave the house!” She hissed. Sybil ducked her head and said nothing.

[rp-peter]

no hiding from the truth || Peter, Erica, Blanche

It was fairly dark out by the time Peter made his way back onto the streets. He was exhausted and still off balance in more ways than one, but he needed to be home. Just needed to get away from everything and go back to his own bed.

He didn’t make it far before he spotted someone familiar coming his direction–two familiar women if his eyes did not deceive him.

He tried to make himself smaller, tried to hide away as he walked in their general direction. He knew it was probably a moot point, but if maybe they’d ignore him if it was obvious he didn’t want their attention. He was fairly certain that the obvious lack of right arm would certainly draw their attention anyway, but he could hope.

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Erica chatted loudly with her cousin, happy to have some time with her after all that had happened. She took Blanche’s hand and squeezed it, overcome with affection for the other blonde. Blanche smiled brightly down at Erica, opening her mouth to answer before pursing her lips and drawing her eyebrows together.

“What?” Erica asked, suddenly tense. She glanced around before her eyes settled on  very small, very lopsided Peter.

Erica frowned and stood stalk still, unsure about how she was supposed to handle this. Did Derek know? Should she talk to Peter? She had never felt closeness with him, but she knew Blanche did.

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Blanche turned and looked at Erica’s confused and worried face before catching her eye. She nodded solemnly before lightly dropping Erica’s hand to step towards him. All she could feel was dread and fear. She cared about Peter, and he had disappeared. She hadn’t been angry at him, but it had hurt. She had needed support, needed pack, and he wasn’t there. His obvious lack of limb caused her gut to drop.

“Peter?” she called out, coming closer to him.

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Peter tried desperately not to flinch at her closeness, torn between wanting her comfort and wanting the opposite. Erica, Erica was easy. She had never liked him, never had any reason or inclination to. The loss of his arm did not affect her.

But Blanche was his friend, perhaps even his best friend before this.

Before he disappeared for months and showed up as half a man.

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Erica quickly hobbled after Blanche, half out of curiosity and half out of being protective of Blanche and not trusting Peter. She watched him carefully, tried to shove down the inky feeling of disgust at how much Blanche cared about him. Erica tried to decide what happened to Peter by just looking at him but could only come to the conclusion that he wasn’t the same. Erica didn’t know what to do with that.

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Blanche could smell something foul emitting from Erica and sagged her shoulders. She knew what her cousin felt about Peter, but she knew him, better than Erica could. She knew he had done terrible things, but she had seen past them.

What she saw now scared her. He tried to show it but he seemed to shrink into himself. She reached out anyway and touched his chest. “Peter.” This time it wasn’t a question.

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“Blanche,” Peter finally responded, wanting to reach out and squeeze her hand but finding himself unable to do so.

He waited a beat, just watched the fear on her face, before he turned his head towards her cousin.

“Erica,” he said softly, and he wanted to continue with a “she-devil” or “bitch-wolf” comment like usual but found he couldn’t even manage the energy for that.

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Erica stared at them, suddenly feeling like she was intruding. Peter needed actual help, something Erica doubted she could give. She was worried she would just be a detriment. She scrunched  up her face, since when did she care about Peter?

“Peter…” she answered carefully, unsure of herself and this new situation. She couldn’t be a bitch, not when she knew how much people cared about Peter. Not with Peter acting so strange.

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Blanche was not to be swayed and circled her arms around Peter, pulling him close against her. She said nothing but rocked them a little. She didn’t mind having an audience, she appreciated Erica’s concern. Even she knew what that smelled like.

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“I don’t suppose you know when I went missing exactly, do you?” Peter murmurs into her hair, well aware that Erica would hear his question as well.

The hours he had been awake had been exhausting, feeling like weeks rather than the better part of a day. He wanted to rage up and be the sassy asshole he liked being, but not even Erica’s bitchface would have been able to bring that out at the moment.

And Blanche was a comfort, a warmth that pressed up against his aching cold bones.

[rperica-blog]

Erica squinted at him. So, he didn’t know? What the hell. Erica shook her head, knowing Peter would hear it. “Have you talked to your family?” She questioned, still feeling it in her bones that she should drag him to Derek’s, to Alex, to Cora.

She didn’t know when she starting viewing pack as a family, but Peter was a part of it, no matter how much she hated it.

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Blanche held onto him like she was afraid he was going to disappear, which considering the circumstances, was a legitimate fear. This was her friend and now she could smell terror on him, confusion. She looked to him to answer Erica’s question, then pulled back slightly.

“Darling,” she began, taking a hold of his face and looking him in the eye, “what happened?”

[rp-peter]

“Derek… I’ve seen Derek…” Peter answered Erica, taking a deep breath before he moved onto Blanche, “I don’t know what happened.”

He really wished he could get out of here, get somewhere safe. It wasn’t safe her, wouldn’t be safe until he was, until he was, until he was…

Where was Alex?

“Alex.”

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Erica nodded seriously, her concern growing. Peter wasn’t lying, and Peter always knew what was going on, he was the mastermind. She walked up to Blanche and stood by her side, effectively shielding Peter from the public.

“Alex is fine,” she assured, sensing his panic, she shot Blanche a worried look, forehead creased.

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Blanche slowly ran the hand against Peter’s head. She caught Erica’s look and pulled Peter forward. “Let’s go to your place, okay? We’ll figure everything out,” she promised, keeping close against him.

She sensed the increasing danger that they were all in because someone had done this to Peter.

Did this sort of thing never end?

[rp-peter]

Peter let Blanche lead him, silent and pliable. He was just so tired, and she had been someone who was on his side the entire time he’d known her. It was nice then, and it was good now.

He needed that now. He needed someone who would trust him at his word, who wouldn’t push.

And he thought, maybe, he needed Erica too. Someone who would never treat him differently because she had never wanted to be… and wasn’t that a strange feeling? To suddenly feel for her, for what she came from?

He didn’t like who he was becoming, so suddenly reliant on the rest of his nephew’s pack–but if he were serious about wanting that again, a pack–then he needed to be able to balance that didn’t he?

“Please don’t let your cousin take advantage of my inability to defend myself,” Peter said, even though his heart wasn’t in it and he knew they would know.

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Erica snorted but stayed silent, calculating as she stomped by Peter’s side.

An enemy? Again? Was this just against Peter or was it for all of them? Was her cousin ready to fight? Erica wasn’t so sure and it made a stone fill her stomach.

She glanced at Peter, at his missing arm and winced. How must Peter be feeling?

She scowled at the thought. Erica hadn’t cared before and she wasn’t going start now.

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Blanche ignored his comment and took his hand to his him some solace while she whispered against his face, “you need to trust a little bit,” before giving him a stern look.

She tugged them all forward, determined to get him comfortable and less tense.

[rp-peter]

no hiding from the truth || Peter, Erica, Blanche

It was fairly dark out by the time Peter made his way back onto the streets. He was exhausted and still off balance in more ways than one, but he needed to be home. Just needed to get away from everything and go back to his own bed.

He didn’t make it far before he spotted someone familiar coming his direction–two familiar women if his eyes did not deceive him.

He tried to make himself smaller, tried to hide away as he walked in their general direction. He knew it was probably a moot point, but if maybe they’d ignore him if it was obvious he didn’t want their attention. He was fairly certain that the obvious lack of right arm would certainly draw their attention anyway, but he could hope.

[rperica-blog]

Erica chatted loudly with her cousin, happy to have some time with her after all that had happened. She took Blanche’s hand and squeezed it, overcome with affection for the other blonde. Blanche smiled brightly down at Erica, opening her mouth to answer before pursing her lips and drawing her eyebrows together.

“What?” Erica asked, suddenly tense. She glanced around before her eyes settled on  very small, very lopsided Peter.

Erica frowned and stood stalk still, unsure about how she was supposed to handle this. Did Derek know? Should she talk to Peter? She had never felt closeness with him, but she knew Blanche did.

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Blanche turned and looked at Erica’s confused and worried face before catching her eye. She nodded solemnly before lightly dropping Erica’s hand to step towards him. All she could feel was dread and fear. She cared about Peter, and he had disappeared. She hadn’t been angry at him, but it had hurt. She had needed support, needed pack, and he wasn’t there. His obvious lack of limb caused her gut to drop.

“Peter?” she called out, coming closer to him.

[rp-peter]

Peter tried desperately not to flinch at her closeness, torn between wanting her comfort and wanting the opposite. Erica, Erica was easy. She had never liked him, never had any reason or inclination to. The loss of his arm did not affect her.

But Blanche was his friend, perhaps even his best friend before this.

Before he disappeared for months and showed up as half a man.

[rperica-blog]

Erica quickly hobbled after Blanche, half out of curiosity and half out of being protective of Blanche and not trusting Peter. She watched him carefully, tried to shove down the inky feeling of disgust at how much Blanche cared about him. Erica tried to decide what happened to Peter by just looking at him but could only come to the conclusion that he wasn’t the same. Erica didn’t know what to do with that.

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Blanche could smell something foul emitting from Erica and sagged her shoulders. She knew what her cousin felt about Peter, but she knew him, better than Erica could. She knew he had done terrible things, but she had seen past them.

What she saw now scared her. He tried to show it but he seemed to shrink into himself. She reached out anyway and touched his chest. “Peter.” This time it wasn’t a question.

[rp-peter]

“Blanche,” Peter finally responded, wanting to reach out and squeeze her hand but finding himself unable to do so.

He waited a beat, just watched the fear on her face, before he turned his head towards her cousin.

“Erica,” he said softly, and he wanted to continue with a “she-devil” or “bitch-wolf” comment like usual but found he couldn’t even manage the energy for that.

[rperica-blog]

Erica stared at them, suddenly feeling like she was intruding. Peter needed actual help, something Erica doubted she could give. She was worried she would just be a detriment. She scrunched  up her face, since when did she care about Peter?

“Peter…” she answered carefully, unsure of herself and this new situation. She couldn’t be a bitch, not when she knew how much people cared about Peter. Not with Peter acting so strange.

[rpblanchereyes-blog]

Blanche was not to be swayed and circled her arms around Peter, pulling him close against her. She said nothing but rocked them a little. She didn’t mind having an audience, she appreciated Erica’s concern. Even she knew what that smelled like.

[rp-peter]

“I don’t suppose you know when I went missing exactly, do you?” Peter murmurs into her hair, well aware that Erica would hear his question as well.

The hours he had been awake had been exhausting, feeling like weeks rather than the better part of a day. He wanted to rage up and be the sassy asshole he liked being, but not even Erica’s bitchface would have been able to bring that out at the moment.

And Blanche was a comfort, a warmth that pressed up against his aching cold bones.

[rperica-blog]

Erica squinted at him. So, he didn’t know? What the hell. Erica shook her head, knowing Peter would hear it. “Have you talked to your family?” She questioned, still feeling it in her bones that she should drag him to Derek’s, to Alex, to Cora.

She didn’t know when she starting viewing pack as a family, but Peter was a part of it, no matter how much she hated it.

[rpblanchereyes-blog]

Blanche held onto him like she was afraid he was going to disappear, which considering the circumstances, was a legitimate fear. This was her friend and now she could smell terror on him, confusion. She looked to him to answer Erica’s question, then pulled back slightly.

“Darling,” she began, taking a hold of his face and looking him in the eye, “what happened?”

[rp-peter]

“Derek… I’ve seen Derek…” Peter answered Erica, taking a deep breath before he moved onto Blanche, “I don’t know what happened.”

He really wished he could get out of here, get somewhere safe. It wasn’t safe her, wouldn’t be safe until he was, until he was, until he was…

Where was Alex?

“Alex.”

[rperica-blog]

Erica nodded seriously, her concern growing. Peter wasn’t lying, and Peter always knew what was going on, he was the mastermind. She walked up to Blanche and stood by her side, effectively shielding Peter from the public.

“Alex is fine,” she assured, sensing his panic, she shot Blanche a worried look, forehead creased.

[rpblanchereyes-blog]

Blanche slowly ran the hand against Peter’s head. She caught Erica’s look and pulled Peter forward. “Let’s go to your place, okay? We’ll figure everything out,” she promised, keeping close against him.

She sensed the increasing danger that they were all in because someone had done this to Peter.

Did this sort of thing never end?

[rp-peter]

no hiding from the truth || Peter, Erica, Blanche

It was fairly dark out by the time Peter made his way back onto the streets. He was exhausted and still off balance in more ways than one, but he needed to be home. Just needed to get away from everything and go back to his own bed.

He didn’t make it far before he spotted someone familiar coming his direction–two familiar women if his eyes did not deceive him.

He tried to make himself smaller, tried to hide away as he walked in their general direction. He knew it was probably a moot point, but if maybe they’d ignore him if it was obvious he didn’t want their attention. He was fairly certain that the obvious lack of right arm would certainly draw their attention anyway, but he could hope.

[rperica-blog]

Erica chatted loudly with her cousin, happy to have some time with her after all that had happened. She took Blanche’s hand and squeezed it, overcome with affection for the other blonde. Blanche smiled brightly down at Erica, opening her mouth to answer before pursing her lips and drawing her eyebrows together.

“What?” Erica asked, suddenly tense. She glanced around before her eyes settled on  very small, very lopsided Peter.

Erica frowned and stood stalk still, unsure about how she was supposed to handle this. Did Derek know? Should she talk to Peter? She had never felt closeness with him, but she knew Blanche did.

[rpblanchereyes-blog]

Blanche turned and looked at Erica’s confused and worried face before catching her eye. She nodded solemnly before lightly dropping Erica’s hand to step towards him. All she could feel was dread and fear. She cared about Peter, and he had disappeared. She hadn’t been angry at him, but it had hurt. She had needed support, needed pack, and he wasn’t there. His obvious lack of limb caused her gut to drop.

“Peter?” she called out, coming closer to him.

[rp-peter]

Peter tried desperately not to flinch at her closeness, torn between wanting her comfort and wanting the opposite. Erica, Erica was easy. She had never liked him, never had any reason or inclination to. The loss of his arm did not affect her.

But Blanche was his friend, perhaps even his best friend before this.

Before he disappeared for months and showed up as half a man.

[rperica-blog]

Erica quickly hobbled after Blanche, half out of curiosity and half out of being protective of Blanche and not trusting Peter. She watched him carefully, tried to shove down the inky feeling of disgust at how much Blanche cared about him. Erica tried to decide what happened to Peter by just looking at him but could only come to the conclusion that he wasn’t the same. Erica didn’t know what to do with that.

[rpblanchereyes-blog]

Blanche could smell something foul emitting from Erica and sagged her shoulders. She knew what her cousin felt about Peter, but she knew him, better than Erica could. She knew he had done terrible things, but she had seen past them.

What she saw now scared her. He tried to show it but he seemed to shrink into himself. She reached out anyway and touched his chest. “Peter.” This time it wasn’t a question.

[rp-peter]

“Blanche,” Peter finally responded, wanting to reach out and squeeze her hand but finding himself unable to do so.

He waited a beat, just watched the fear on her face, before he turned his head towards her cousin.

“Erica,” he said softly, and he wanted to continue with a “she-devil” or “bitch-wolf” comment like usual but found he couldn’t even manage the energy for that.

[rperica-blog]

Erica stared at them, suddenly feeling like she was intruding. Peter needed actual help, something Erica doubted she could give. She was worried she would just be a detriment. She scrunched  up her face, since when did she care about Peter?

“Peter…” she answered carefully, unsure of herself and this new situation. She couldn’t be a bitch, not when she knew how much people cared about Peter. Not with Peter acting so strange.

[rpblanchereyes-blog]

Blanche was not to be swayed and circled her arms around Peter, pulling him close against her. She said nothing but rocked them a little. She didn’t mind having an audience, she appreciated Erica’s concern. Even she knew what that smelled like.

[rp-peter]

“I don’t suppose you know when I went missing exactly, do you?” Peter murmurs into her hair, well aware that Erica would hear his question as well.

The hours he had been awake had been exhausting, feeling like weeks rather than the better part of a day. He wanted to rage up and be the sassy asshole he liked being, but not even Erica’s bitchface would have been able to bring that out at the moment.

And Blanche was a comfort, a warmth that pressed up against his aching cold bones.

[rperica-blog]

Erica squinted at him. So, he didn’t know? What the hell. Erica shook her head, knowing Peter would hear it. “Have you talked to your family?” She questioned, still feeling it in her bones that she should drag him to Derek’s, to Alex, to Cora.

She didn’t know when she starting viewing pack as a family, but Peter was a part of it, no matter how much she hated it.

[rpblanchereyes-blog]

Blanche held onto him like she was afraid he was going to disappear, which considering the circumstances, was a legitimate fear. This was her friend and now she could smell terror on him, confusion. She looked to him to answer Erica’s question, then pulled back slightly.

“Darling,” she began, taking a hold of his face and looking him in the eye, “what happened?”

[rp-peter]

no hiding from the truth || Peter, Erica, Blanche

It was fairly dark out by the time Peter made his way back onto the streets. He was exhausted and still off balance in more ways than one, but he needed to be home. Just needed to get away from everything and go back to his own bed.

He didn’t make it far before he spotted someone familiar coming his direction–two familiar women if his eyes did not deceive him.

He tried to make himself smaller, tried to hide away as he walked in their general direction. He knew it was probably a moot point, but if maybe they’d ignore him if it was obvious he didn’t want their attention. He was fairly certain that the obvious lack of right arm would certainly draw their attention anyway, but he could hope.

[rperica-blog]

Erica chatted loudly with her cousin, happy to have some time with her after all that had happened. She took Blanche’s hand and squeezed it, overcome with affection for the other blonde. Blanche smiled brightly down at Erica, opening her mouth to answer before pursing her lips and drawing her eyebrows together.

“What?” Erica asked, suddenly tense. She glanced around before her eyes settled on  very small, very lopsided Peter.

Erica frowned and stood stalk still, unsure about how she was supposed to handle this. Did Derek know? Should she talk to Peter? She had never felt closeness with him, but she knew Blanche did.

[rpblanchereyes-blog]

Blanche turned and looked at Erica’s confused and worried face before catching her eye. She nodded solemnly before lightly dropping Erica’s hand to step towards him. All she could feel was dread and fear. She cared about Peter, and he had disappeared. She hadn’t been angry at him, but it had hurt. She had needed support, needed pack, and he wasn’t there. His obvious lack of limb caused her gut to drop.

“Peter?” she called out, coming closer to him.

[rp-peter]

Peter tried desperately not to flinch at her closeness, torn between wanting her comfort and wanting the opposite. Erica, Erica was easy. She had never liked him, never had any reason or inclination to. The loss of his arm did not affect her.

But Blanche was his friend, perhaps even his best friend before this.

Before he disappeared for months and showed up as half a man.

[rperica-blog]

Erica quickly hobbled after Blanche, half out of curiosity and half out of being protective of Blanche and not trusting Peter. She watched him carefully, tried to shove down the inky feeling of disgust at how much Blanche cared about him. Erica tried to decide what happened to Peter by just looking at him but could only come to the conclusion that he wasn’t the same. Erica didn’t know what to do with that.

[rpblanchereyes-blog]

Blanche could smell something foul emitting from Erica and sagged her shoulders. She knew what her cousin felt about Peter, but she knew him, better than Erica could. She knew he had done terrible things, but she had seen past them.

What she saw now scared her. He tried to show it but he seemed to shrink into himself. She reached out anyway and touched his chest. “Peter.” This time it wasn’t a question.

[rp-peter]

“Blanche,” Peter finally responded, wanting to reach out and squeeze her hand but finding himself unable to do so.

He waited a beat, just watched the fear on her face, before he turned his head towards her cousin.

“Erica,” he said softly, and he wanted to continue with a “she-devil” or “bitch-wolf” comment like usual but found he couldn’t even manage the energy for that.

[rperica-blog]

Erica stared at them, suddenly feeling like she was intruding. Peter needed actual help, something Erica doubted she could give. She was worried she would just be a detriment. She scrunched  up her face, since when did she care about Peter?

“Peter…” she answered carefully, unsure of herself and this new situation. She couldn’t be a bitch, not when she knew how much people cared about Peter. Not with Peter acting so strange.

[rpblanchereyes-blog]

Blanche was not to be swayed and circled her arms around Peter, pulling him close against her. She said nothing but rocked them a little. She didn’t mind having an audience, she appreciated Erica’s concern. Even she knew what that smelled like.

[rp-peter]

no hiding from the truth || Peter, Erica, Blanche

It was fairly dark out by the time Peter made his way back onto the streets. He was exhausted and still off balance in more ways than one, but he needed to be home. Just needed to get away from everything and go back to his own bed.

He didn’t make it far before he spotted someone familiar coming his direction–two familiar women if his eyes did not deceive him.

He tried to make himself smaller, tried to hide away as he walked in their general direction. He knew it was probably a moot point, but if maybe they’d ignore him if it was obvious he didn’t want their attention. He was fairly certain that the obvious lack of right arm would certainly draw their attention anyway, but he could hope.

[rperica-blog]

Erica chatted loudly with her cousin, happy to have some time with her after all that had happened. She took Blanche’s hand and squeezed it, overcome with affection for the other blonde. Blanche smiled brightly down at Erica, opening her mouth to answer before pursing her lips and drawing her eyebrows together.

“What?” Erica asked, suddenly tense. She glanced around before her eyes settled on  very small, very lopsided Peter.

Erica frowned and stood stalk still, unsure about how she was supposed to handle this. Did Derek know? Should she talk to Peter? She had never felt closeness with him, but she knew Blanche did.

[rpblanchereyes-blog]

Blanche turned and looked at Erica’s confused and worried face before catching her eye. She nodded solemnly before lightly dropping Erica’s hand to step towards him. All she could feel was dread and fear. She cared about Peter, and he had disappeared. She hadn’t been angry at him, but it had hurt. She had needed support, needed pack, and he wasn’t there. His obvious lack of limb caused her gut to drop.

“Peter?” she called out, coming closer to him.

[rp-peter]

Peter tried desperately not to flinch at her closeness, torn between wanting her comfort and wanting the opposite. Erica, Erica was easy. She had never liked him, never had any reason or inclination to. The loss of his arm did not affect her.

But Blanche was his friend, perhaps even his best friend before this.

Before he disappeared for months and showed up as half a man.

[rperica-blog]

Erica quickly hobbled after Blanche, half out of curiosity and half out of being protective of Blanche and not trusting Peter. She watched him carefully, tried to shove down the inky feeling of disgust at how much Blanche cared about him. Erica tried to decide what happened to Peter by just looking at him but could only come to the conclusion that he wasn’t the same. Erica didn’t know what to do with that.

[rpblanchereyes-blog]

Blanche could smell something foul emitting from Erica and sagged her shoulders. She knew what her cousin felt about Peter, but she knew him, better than Erica could. She knew he had done terrible things, but she had seen past them.

What she saw now scared her. He tried to show it but he seemed to shrink into himself. She reached out anyway and touched his chest. “Peter.” This time it wasn’t a question.

[rp-peter]

no hiding from the truth || Peter, Erica, Blanche

It was fairly dark out by the time Peter made his way back onto the streets. He was exhausted and still off balance in more ways than one, but he needed to be home. Just needed to get away from everything and go back to his own bed.

He didn’t make it far before he spotted someone familiar coming his direction–two familiar women if his eyes did not deceive him.

He tried to make himself smaller, tried to hide away as he walked in their general direction. He knew it was probably a moot point, but if maybe they’d ignore him if it was obvious he didn’t want their attention. He was fairly certain that the obvious lack of right arm would certainly draw their attention anyway, but he could hope.

[rperica-blog]

Erica chatted loudly with her cousin, happy to have some time with her after all that had happened. She took Blanche’s hand and squeezed it, overcome with affection for the other blonde. Blanche smiled brightly down at Erica, opening her mouth to answer before pursing her lips and drawing her eyebrows together.

“What?” Erica asked, suddenly tense. She glanced around before her eyes settled on  very small, very lopsided Peter.

Erica frowned and stood stalk still, unsure about how she was supposed to handle this. Did Derek know? Should she talk to Peter? She had never felt closeness with him, but she knew Blanche did.

[rpblanchereyes-blog]

Blanche turned and looked at Erica’s confused and worried face before catching her eye. She nodded solemnly before lightly dropping Erica’s hand to step towards him. All she could feel was dread and fear. She cared about Peter, and he had disappeared. She hadn’t been angry at him, but it had hurt. She had needed support, needed pack, and he wasn’t there. His obvious lack of limb caused her gut to drop.

“Peter?” she called out, coming closer to him.

[rpblanchereyes-blog]

Flashing eyes SP

Blanche panted out curses as she slipped and practically flew into some under brush around her. The scratches and bruisees healed before they had really formed and it bothered her. She was supposed to feel pain and ignore it, that made her strong. Not this speed healing. 

Her eyes flashed as she dragged her knees out from under her. She shouldn’t have gotten so angry, but she had. Blanche had never felt her emotions so acutely before. 

She was distracted with her internal ramblings that she failed to here the footsteps following her until Derek was almost upon her. 

[rpderek-blog]

Derek would never admit it, but he was worried about Blanche. Although it was normal for him to be worried about newly bitten pack members, he was especially worried about Blanche. Not only was she new to this, Derek still didn’t know exactly what this was. Regardless, the struggles were similar.

He could feel her anger, the power and nerves rumbling beneath her skin. Derek gritted his teeth and breathed evenly through his nose. “You need to learn control.”

[rpblanchereyes-blog]

Blanche stared at him before looking past him and attempting to regulate her breathing. He was right, and she knew that. It was doing it that was so difficult. Her labored breath lessened and she hauled herself to her feet. She opened her mouth then closed it, shuffling from foot to foot in front of Derek. 

The wind rustled her blonde hair, making her appear like she was floating, but she had lost of a lot of the seamless control over herself that she once had. Life had never been easy, but she had understood it. 

[rpblanchereyes-blog]

Flashing eyes SP

Blanche panted out curses as she slipped and practically flew into some under brush around her. The scratches and bruisees healed before they had really formed and it bothered her. She was supposed to feel pain and ignore it, that made her strong. Not this speed healing. 

Her eyes flashed as she dragged her knees out from under her. She shouldn’t have gotten so angry, but she had. Blanche had never felt her emotions so acutely before. 

She was distracted with her internal ramblings that she failed to here the footsteps following her until Derek was almost upon her. 

[thehuntressallyargent]

Allison & Blanche || Catching Up

[rpblanchereyes-blog]

Her smile faltered a little with her nerves. She had never had friends before. Pack, something echoed it in her mind. Allison was pack. “I wanted a girls day. Maybe?” She said stupidly, suddenly shy.

[thehuntressallyargent]

Allison’s face lights up, giggling softly at the fondness she felt over the other girl and her shy question. “That sounds fun, I’d love to,” the huntress responds, standing up from her bed, pulling the elastic from her ponytail to let her hair fall past her shoulders. “I haven’t had one in what feels like forever.”

[rpblanchereyes-blog]

Blanche smiled at her beautiful friend, thinking to herself that she had never really had people she could just hangout with in her life before. Having a pack had changed all that. Even when she changed, they stood by her. Helped her. That meant something. "I don't know how to do this," she admitted, giggling a little at herself.

[thehuntressallyargent]

Allison & Blanche || Catching Up

[rpblanchereyes-blog]

Blanche glided through the doorway and stood upright. She may have seemed aloof or arrogant if it wasn’t for the blinding, innocent smile carved into her face. “Hey Allison!” She chirped cheerily, hands clasped in front of her dress that was covered in a huge red coat.

[thehuntressallyargent]

“Blanche!” Allison says happily, swinging her legs over the side of the bed and looking to her blonde friend. She gives her friend a caring, yet slightly worried look over. The huntress had last seen the other when Blanche was bleeding out…dying. “What brings you here?” Allison asks sweetly, flashing a dimpled smile.

[rpblanchereyes-blog]

Her smile faltered a little with her nerves. She had never had friends before. Pack, something echoed it in her mind. Allison was pack. "I wanted a girls day. Maybe?" She said stupidly, suddenly shy.