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CHELSEA.

jack insisted on walking today, throughout the grocery store. when this happens, they have a hand on the cart rule to keep him from straying. it’s always worked, save for maybe in a toy store but chelsea knows better than to let him be anywhere other than contained to a seat in a toy store. today however, today is different and something must have caught his eye the very second that the huntress turns her back. “ what do we think, little man, apple or peanut butt— “ she faces the cart again, but her toddler is not there. the carton of snacks drops from her handles, luckily landing in the cart, and she spins in her spot. “ jack ? “ she calls out. she abandons the cart and swiftly begins to hurry up the isles of the grocery. “ jack ! “ fear trickles through her.

theo knows how to command the attention of a room, can charm his way out of most situations, but he also understands the value of keeping one’s head down, how to blend into the background in order to carry tasks out with BRUTAL efficiency. he tackles grocery shopping in a similar way, his trips hardly lasting more than fifteen minutes—twenty, if there’s a line at checkout. he’s just placed a box of pasta in his basket when he feels something tugging at his jeans. theo’s not sure what he’s expecting, but it’s certainly not the sight of a small child. in the few moments it takes him to process the situation, he hears a panicked yell. putting two and two together, he picks the toddler up with minimal awkward manoeuvring before heading in the direction of the shout. ‘ hey, ’ he calls, ‘ this one yours ? ’ he doesn’t relinquish his hold on the child though, unwilling to hand him over until he’s CERTAIN that the woman actually is his mother and not some random woman attempting to abduct the boy. as he moves closer, he catches the faint whiff of gunpowder on her scent, and stops abruptly, though he does well to keep his expression relaxed, UNCONCERNED. ‘ found him in the pasta aisle. ’

#❛ WHY DO WE ACHE FOR GODHOOD? ┋ INTERACTIONS.#CHELSEA001.#fiercedsoul

SCOTT.

Over the past few years Scott had met numerous people of all lifestyles and backgrounds. From hunters to wolves, it seemed like every few months there was a new stream of people in Beacon Hills. Specially now with whatever the hell was going on here. Still, there was a place he wanted to put the other male’s face, he just couldn’t put his finger on it. Maybe it was just one of his many run ins. He shrugged it off as just another oddity. “Thank you.” Scott fixed the bag over his shoulder just about to find a spot on one of the back walls when the male calls his name out. His head instantly jerking to the side like a puppy who had just heard a strange sound for the first time. “Theo?” Saying his name registered a memory from when he was a child, and still needed his inhaler. “Wow! Hey, yeah, I’m going to UNI here, wha- how have you been?”

he sees the moment RECOGNITION kicks in, and finds himself releasing a breath he hadn’t even realised he’d been holding. as a boy, he’d considered scott his friend, but in hindsight, he’d merely been a third wheel in the already established scott-and-stiles dynamic. still, for a lonely child, the fact that the two of them had let him tag along on their ADVENTURES had meant a lot. his gaze sweeps over scott—all grown up, now—and catalogues all the changes; he looks good, healthy, and theo’s in the middle of wondering about that when he registers the question directed at him. he’s quiet for a moment too long, and then finally settles for, ‘ it’s a long story. ’ it’s not quite an answer, but it’ll buy him some time to think over how much of his sordid history he wants to tell scott. ‘ why don’t you go sit down first ? i’ll grab your apple pie and coffee and we can catch up—if you’d like. ’ the last bit is tagged on as an afterthought, suddenly self-conscious of the fact that maybe they haven’t changed too much since they were nine, after all—scott still too nice for his own good and theo misinterpreting his kindness as a desire for friendship.

#❛ WHY DO WE ACHE FOR GODHOOD? ┋ INTERACTIONS.#SCOTT001.#oflycaon

MADHUR.

madhur looked at the guy coming to his table, and a big smile comes from his face. “ hey hey , you seem like a guy that goes too long without much sleep , it’ll be a cafe con miel, coffee with milk , honey , vanilla , cinnamon and nutmeg, please!! “ i also feel like you might also need some of that black gold to get on going with your work, so if i wanna buy you something… what do you feel like getting on my, the customer’s costs?

it takes a moment to register the man’s order, and when it finally does, theo’s eyebrows pinch together as he fights the urge to snark, do i look like a starbucks barista to you ? had it been any other time of day, he probably wouldn’t have held the barb back, but it’s ass o’clock in the morning, he’s TIRED of reading the same two paragraphs of his textbook over and over again, and they technically do have all the ingredients needed to make the man’s overcomplicated drink order. ‘ what gave it away—the permanent eye bags i’m sporting, or is it the general aura of hopelessness that med students give off ? ’ he’s not technically in medical school, but it’s close, and he’s not in the mood to get into the differences. ‘ you’re awfully CHEERFUL for this time of night. ’

#❛ WHY DO WE ACHE FOR GODHOOD? ┋ INTERACTIONS.#MADHUR001.#bitterhoneysweetheritage

MATIAS.

The other’s werewolf scent hit the young hybrid’s nose, and in the same second, he could tell already that he was a werewolf. His powers came in hand, that way he most of the time could know when he was talking to a human or supernatural creature, most of the time because not always a creature had one of those signs to give away what they were, sometimes someone with a heartbeat and lack of werewolf scent, could not be human, they could be another specie that wasn’t werewolf nor vampire, there were many different species out there. “I would like a burger and french fries, to drink I would like a coke,” he smiled at the other, a friendly one, though that smile wasn’t exactly genuine, it wasn’t nothing personal, he just lost his family, so he haven’t given a lot of genuine smiles since then. Still, he decided to give him one, just to be friendly, even if it was a fale one.

theo considers himself a master of LIES, which is why it’s so easy to pick out the falseness of the other male’s smile. normally, he wouldn’t think much of it—ever since he started working at the diner, he’s been the recipient of too many polite smiles to count—but another breath allows him to get a clearer whiff of the undercurrent of grief in the male’s scent. ‘ have a seat, the food will be out in a sec. ’ he disappears into the kitchen to prepare the food, but the sour tang of grief stays with him. it may have been a decade since the INCIDENT, but being back in beacon hills, back where it all first started, means that grief and guilt have become familiar to theo. he’s not even sure he’s allowed to grieve tara, not when what happened to her was his fault, but he finds himself going out to the bridge some days, staring out at the water and wondering how things would have turned out if he hadn’t just stood there and watched her die. when he places the tray of food at the male’s table, there’s a chocolate milkshake in addition to the coke that had been ordered. ‘ you looked like you were having a bad day, ’ he says pre-emptively. ‘ the milkshake is on the house. i hear chocolate makes anything better. ’

#❛ WHY DO WE ACHE FOR GODHOOD? ┋ INTERACTIONS.#MATIAS001.#hybridismsm

ETHAN.

The alpha’s eyes scanned the establishment for a moment after he walked through the door. At the call of the young male, Ethan stepped up towards the counter and shot a glance at the books on his commandeered booth. “Those,” Ethan nodded in the books’ general direction, “Look Incredibly boring to trudge through.” He remarked.

“I just need a soda. Came here to do a little bit of homework myself – dorms are a little bit loud tonight.” Ethan stated, shaking his head. College students were just about as bad as high school kids most days.

theo’s never been much of a conversationalist—it’s not that he’s bad at it or anything, just that he tends to reserve his CHARMS for when he needs something from whoever it is he’s talking to. he’s not really a fan of idle chatter, but after hours of having nothing for company except his books and the occasional drunk, he’s glad for the distraction. ‘ could be worse, ’ he answers with a shrug, the corners of his lips pulling up in the faintest of smirks, as if amused by a private joke. ‘ at least it’s not biomedical ethics. ’ that particular class had been a NIGHTMARE, theo struggling to unlearn all the unethical habits he’d picked up from his time with the doctors.

‘ ah, ’ he says, the one syllable managing to convey his understanding as he fills a cup with soda. ‘ working the night shift might be a pain, but at least it’s quiet. who the hell thinks it’s a good idea to throw parties on a tuesday night ? ’ cup filled, he slides it towards the waiting male. he pauses for a moment, considering, and then, ‘ my shift doesn’t end till six. you’re WELCOME to stay as long as you like. ’

#❛ WHY DO WE ACHE FOR GODHOOD? ┋ INTERACTIONS.#ETHAN001.#alphatwinethxn

SCOTT.

It was another sleepless night. Rather than complain this time, Scott was going to make something of it. With his backpack filled to the brim with school work, and a few things from Deacon that were centered around magic, Scott made himself moderately suitable for the outside world. Gym shorts, old beacon hills lacrosse shirt, and Stiles red hoodie that he was never going to give back, he made his way to some place he could sit without the fear of being questioned. A lonely diner still lit up, the ring of the bell above the door seemed far too loud when everything was so quiet. A voice called from a booth, and Scott called back. “Take your time.” As he waited patiently for service. Seemed like he wasn’t the only one doing some late night reading. “Hi, um, can I get a slice of apple pie and coffee? Black, please.”

there was something FAMILIAR about the young man in front of him. theo’s gaze catches on the lacrosse shirt, thinks maybe they might have been schoolmates but he can’t be sure. they certainly look like they’re close enough in age to have attended school together, but theo had spent most of his time in beacon hills high school with his head down, still new to FREEDOM and holding onto the fear that the doctors might show up at anytime. regardless, he pushes his queries on the stranger’s identity aside for a moment. ‘ of course. ’ something about the man’s presence makes the turmoil within theo—a constant ever since he’d managed to escape the doctors—SETTLE; a curious fact, but one he tries not to dwell on for too long. ‘ feel free to grab a seat anywhere. i’ll be with you shortly. ’ he starts to turn, intent on grabbing the freshly brewed pot of coffee behind him when he inhales and finally catches the man’s scent properly. ‘ scott ? ’ the name falls from his lips before he even thinks to speak, surprise colouring his tone. ‘ holy shit, i didn’t think you’d still be in town. i don’t know if you remember me, but uh. it’s theo—from fourth grade ? i used to sit with you at lunch sometimes. ’

#❛ WHY DO WE ACHE FOR GODHOOD? ┋ INTERACTIONS.#SCOTT001.#oflycaon

it isn’t that theo ENJOYS working double shifts, but between university tuition and rent and general living expenses, his finances are stretched rather THIN. at least the graveyard shift offers some modicum of peace and quiet, though, and rosie doesn’t mind if he brings his study materials to work as long as he checks up on the scant few customers they have at this time of night every now and then. he’s commandeered one of the corner booths for himself—with full view of the whole diner, of course—textbook on applied biomechanics taking up most of the space on the table, chewing absent-mindedly on the back of his highlighter when the bell chimes. ‘ i’ll be with you in a second ! ’ he calls, making an effort to inject a measure of FRIENDLINESS into his tone, despite feeling anything but. there’s a half-hearted attempt to gather his notes into a neat pile before he heads over to the newcomer, snagging his apron and notepad from the counter along the way. ‘ welcome to rosie’s, ’ he greets, putting on his apron with practiced ease. ‘ what can i get you ? ’

#nem:start #if you wanna assume connections pls feel free!!

[ cody christian, cismale, he / him, lurk + the neighbourhood ] the nemeton’s curse claims another. THEO RAEKEN has just been spotted in bh. the 19 year old CHIMERA is said to be INSOUCIANT and MACHIAVELLIAN but also PRAGMATIC. they’re currently trying their hand at BIOMEDICAL ENGINEERING while stuck here. i wonder how long they’ll last ?