I speak my mind—

Sarah McMaster || Werewolf (bitten; omega) || 25 || escort (ex-perisoner)

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Effy knew the conversation should have happened a long time ago, but she had been burying her feelings and her past for years now. But Trevor’s words had resonated with her, she needed to deal with her trauma in order to ever move forward. Granted, he had been hinting at her seeing a therapist in order to work through her problems, he probably hadn’t meant she should unload everything onto Sarah. But here they were, and once she started speaking she found that she couldn’t stop. After everything the two of them had been through together, Sarah had deserved to know what she was holding on to. To understand why Effy was who she was. 

They had sat together on the couch, facing each other, and Effy took solace in holding Sarah’s hand as she shared everything with her. She had started at the beginning, with the arranged marriage she had refused and Jonathan, the man she had loved who had paid for it. She told her about Tristan and Evelyn, how she had never told them how she felt about them, and how she had lost them. Even while she cried she found comfort in the reassurance of Sarah squeezing her hand, listening with no judgement. After a moment’s silence she finally spoke up again, her eyes meeting Sarah’s. “I’m afraid to tell you I love you. Because the people I love always die. And I’m terrified to lose you…I don’t think I would survive it.” She admitted with a weak laugh. “I do love you though, more than anything in the world.” There was no taking the words back, and she didn’t want to. Especially when she saw the look on Sarah’s face and heard her say it in turn. She can only smile through her tears and lean in to kiss her, and everything else disappears. 

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bryce-cumberbatch​:

Bryce sat out on the grass, near the Inner Circle pond, just enjoying the warm sun. He finished up the last of his classes for the day, and was now waiting for his sister to finish her day so they could go home together. The few hours he got to himself really helped him a lot. It was a great way to unwind and process his day, all while thinking of whatever homework or studying he needed to do. 

As he flipped through one of his notebooks, and loose sheet of paper he had tucked in between the sheets got caught by a gust of wind, sending it out of Bryce’s hand. He sat there shocked for just a moment, before he bolted to his feet and ran after it. Thankfully, the paper had gotten stuck to someone’s arm, and Bryce apologetically waved at them, “H-Hey! Sorry about that, it slipped out of my hand. I didn’t think notes on electroreceptors would be so slippery”.

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. . . 

No classes, and she didn’t report to work for another two hours still. She had half a mind to start earlier, but of course, that would look a little too suspicious to the other workers for her to get there two hours early, and not leave the Dean’s office. She frowned at that thought, before looking down to her class notes. 

The papers caught her by surprise, but her fingers grabbed them quickly to stop them from going any further, and ending up somewhere where they could be damaged. “Bryce! Hey,” Sarah smiled, standing from her little spot and walking them over. “Oof. Sounds complicated. Even the notes are done with it.” 

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owcnsallow​:

Owen sat in the auditorium, empty after practice, playing through the song selected for the very first orchestra concert. To no ones surprise, Mrs. Chaney had selected “My heart will go on” instantly nauseating her students. But Owen tried his very best to try to jump into it with some excitement. He was the only freshman nominated for first chair and as he sat there, in the midst of the crescendo movement, it was apparent why. The melody came from his flute seamlessly, no hitches or missed notes as he fell into the sound his instrument made. Eyes opened, though, and he realized he wasn’t alone but continued on until then end. “You know…” He cleared is throat as he finished. “Most people pay for the concert experience.”

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. . . 

Sarah was enjoying the music. At first, she considered leaving him be, but the melody was too pretty to miss. She was undetectable at first, settled somewhere in the back, in a dark corner, but then, she made her way closer. She’d never been so musically inclined, but she liked listening to others practice their craft. The art of arguments was her own, and that, she did well. 

Spotted, she thought, and offered a smile. “True,” she smiled, “—and I’d gladly do just that. It was just what I needed after a long, long,” too fucking long, “exam.”

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Oh yeah, she’s gonna wear this. 

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owcnsallow​:

“Singing like a nail dragging a chalkboard and tryin’ to carry a tune.” He explained, chuckling. “Sorry that mud mouth mississippi language don’t make much sense but if I start talkin’ creole, you’re in even more trouble. Ain’t a language book around that can detect the difference between french, hatian and everything else that swims in it.”

Listening to her story while he cooked, he glanced up at her and smirked. “Because they don’t like hearin’ what’s comin’ to ‘em. Which is a shame. Every client could use a little humility now and then.” Back to stirring, he shook his head. “Nope. No, I didn’t ever want to be claimed. I wanted to exist, pay my debts, and stay hidden ‘round here. The real world kinda sucks.” To go into detail would take time. “I had a lot of reasons to come here. Now I’ve got more to stay. Good lookin’ mouthy hostel mates an’ all.”

. . . 

“... do you speak Creole when you get drunk? Because if so, I need to see it.” She laughed. She was sure that she would get absolutely lost in translation, but he also made her curious. “Boy, ain’t that the truth. Unfortunately for them, I’m an excellent delivery woman of truth and sass.” Sarah raised a brow. 

Though she did give an understanding nod. She understood — the outside world sucked in comparison. “I get that. I probably have more genuine freedom here than I did before.” Less pressures. Less drama. Sure, her coming to Covaire hadn’t been the best, but she had what she wanted. Or at least, she was getting it back. 

“Some of us are quite nice looking,” she agreed and laughed.

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effy-fontaine​:

Effy’s breath caught in her throat as Sarah opened the door, and she could only stare, open mouthed, as she admired the wolf in her silver dress. She looked stunning, distracting, and she felt her heart clench in her chest. She had to remind herself to breathe, to keep her emotions in check so she didn’t lose control. Finally her eyes find Sarah’s and a small laugh slips past her lips as she shakes her head. “Both?” She jokes and she shakes her head again. “You look gorgeous. It’s perfect…” She admitted. How was she supposed to keep her hands to herself all night? Her thoughts? And how the hell was she supposed to keep from getting jealous when others admired her?!

She took a deep breath and straightened up, smiling at Sarah as she motioned her forward, following her down the hall and trying her best to keep her eyes up and not from admiring the wolf’s backside. “I’m glad you agreed to come with me…” She admitted, her voice soft. 

. . . 

“Yeah?” She smiled, quirking up a brow. Good. She wanted something that would make Effy question just how long she could keep her hands off of her, but also a tease to everyone that saw them because Effy was the only person who actually could touch her. “You look beautiful.” She smiled. The wolf walked forward, pulling the door closed behind her before she began to walk down the hallway with her. 

Of course she noticed the lowering eyes, and she smiled. “Eff, my eyes are a bit higher than that,” a hand smoothed over her own hip. “Why wouldn’t I? We’re supposed to be moving forward, right?” She looked over, and she smiled - a genuine, hopeful smile. Sarah reached down, linking their fingers together as she took Effy’s hand. 

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arlcnchevalier​:

Arlon listened to her story, intrigued to say the least. Grinning, he clicked his tongue. “I believe the term in french is tout est bien qui finit bien. All’s well that ends well. You’re here now, and that’s what matters. But that makes you sound like you and my girl are…. how would you say, twin flames? I’m not sure if you’ve met Chloe. She operates quite under the same mantra of living. And if that terminology doesn’t work in her favor, she well…. punches her meaning into it.” Chuckling, he tilted his head and glanced back over at her. “Call it what you will but she certainly keeps me on my toes. Then again, I don’t quite operate like most clients. Nor did I operate like most masters. I appreciate the burn in people. The will, the thrive.”

. . . . 

“That too.” Sarah smiled. Though she hadn’t met Chloe, she’d heard of her before. Both of them had been in the city for quite some time. “Punches her meaning into it? My kinda girl.” Sarah wasn’t too different in that regard. One couldn’t help it when they felt things so... passionately about their causes (or thoughts). “I can imagine you were quite popular, then. Most of Covaire likes snuffing out fires.” She looked over, “So the ones who appreciate it are appreciated.”

“Maybe that’s why I like Effy so much.”

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covairesokami​:

“Well enough, Sarah.” He was here representing his business, so dealing with social gatherings of this size sober or without some sort of distraction wasn’t his favorite. He too, would rather be running during the moon than talking shop at a party. “Though you know that I prefer the outdoors and smaller events more than large indoor gatherings.”

. . . 

“I know, I know.” She smiled. “Same. Though I’ll never turn down an opportunity to show off, or be shown off.” And given her and Effy’s outfits, there was definitely a mix of both. But she enjoyed it. “Maybe, this next moon we can go hunting together? Since I can actually be out again,” and she had her fill of wallowing in the grass and enjoying the general freedom after so long in the cells again..

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owcnsallow·:

“Trust me I won’t drag you far. Just to the center yard, and I’ve got a nice little fire set up. Colt won’t give us a hard time AND we get good food. Plus I’ll let you pick the music so long as you don’t play anything akin to caterwaulin.” Chuckling, he got down to where everything was set up and placed the pot over the fire, filling it up with the basics. He poured in a ton of liquids and spices before he began adding the corn, potatoes, and andouille. “First and best crawfish boil you’re ever gonna have.” He added, looking over his shoulder at her. The giant paddle was picked up from his chair as he stirred the beginnings waiting for the rolling boil to hit. “So… what’s your story? You seem the hell on wheels type, and a good type of that type if I do say so myself. How’s a prize like you not a pent house princess for a client yet?”

. . . . 

She believed him. He had too much excitement to show her his skills to actually be bad at making the crawfish boil. Sarah was excited to try it - it was new to her. Plus, despite her bitchy exterior, she enjoyed making new friends. “Caterwaulin?” Her brows raised high, and she laughed, “Wha-- I promise, whatever that is, I won’t do it.” Sarah did hook up a smooth mixed playlist though - it was random, but they all hit about the same tone: smooth, feel-good music. 

The scents were damn near mouthwatering. “Am I going to have to hire you as a chef?” She smiled, walking over and watching everything swirl in the pot. “I’m more of a warrior than a princess, to be fair,” Sarah chuckled, “The client I want actually just got back, so we’re seeing how things go. I went a little...” she searched for the right words, “well, a little crazy when she left. Believe it or not, a lot of clients don’t like the whole mouthy thing.” 

“What about you? Any prospects? You’re a cutie, I find it hard to believe you’ll stay non-exclusive for long.” 

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arlcnchevalier·:

Arlon chuckled, but rubbed his chin. “A very good thing, ma cherie.” He opened the door for the girl, motioning for her to move ahead. “She doesn’t talk about her feelings often, anymore, so it’s always hard to gauge. But I figured at one point or another perhaps I should get to know you outside of her opinion. It’s only fair to not be so bias.” As he walked along with her, he looked over at her curious. “So tell me… how did you come to be here in Covaire? Chance? Bad luck?”

. . . . 

Sarah smiled, putting her hands in her jacket pockets as the two of them walked. So he was the best friend, and he was going to flesh her out. That wasn’t too surprising, she told herself, she’d been that best friend before. “Mix of both, I guess. Can’t say I wouldn’t have eventually found this place, but it would have been under other circumstances.” Sarah shrugged her shoulders. “I used to have bitch-like tendencies.. Who am I kidding, I still do. Anyways, ever heard of the saying fuck around and find out?” She glanced over, still smiling, and even letting out a small laugh. “Well, I found out. The dad to the girl I was rivaling with was a Master here at the time and, can’t upset Daddy’s princess.” 

“I’d say I regret it, but I’m not a liar. It happened, but... it needed to.”

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covairesokami·:

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Hayato was busy talking to some clients who wanted to visit his table for some possible contract negotiations, and was just finishing up when he caught the scent of Sarah pass close to the table. He figured the closest thing he had among the younger pack members to a daughter would likely show up to visit, and here she was. He chuckled as he turned to greet her, ready for something that wasn’t business.”

“Evening pup.”

. . . .

She made it her mission to scope him out, just to say hello to him. Sarah wasn’t above pulling someone away from work, but she also was respectful to Hayato, and waited until he acknowledged her. “Hello!” She smiled, glancing to the other person before looking back to Hayato. “Are you enjoying the gala so far?” She wasn’t surprised to see him, and Sarah loved the fancy setting, but running together for the moon would have been even more fun... Now that she could, again. 

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effy-fontaine·:

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Effy had secretly been thrilled when Sarah had agreed to go to the Gala with her. She knew it was only another small step towards mending things between them. But to go to an event together felt like perhaps it was a much larger step. She was hopeful that they could have a nice night together, make further steps to wherever they were headed. 

She felt like a young girl with a crush, nervous as she made her way into Le Bordel to pick up Sarah. She wondered what the wolf had chosen to wear, she had no doubt she would look stunning, whatever she had chosen. Arriving at her door she knocked gently, nervous fingers running over the side of her dress as she waited to see her. 

. . . .

She was somewhat nervous, but her excitement overweighed that feeling. Surprisingly, it wasn’t because of her dress. Leave it to Sarah to be basically nude in front of the entire city, with gems and diamonds to attract their eyes, and yet not feel the tiniest bit of shame or anxiety. No, instead, she was more nervous about going with Effy. In a good way. Sarah had high hopes for tonight. It was a step in the right direction. 

Her hair was straightened and then styled with waterfall curls that nearly reached the small of her back. Her heels were simple, and carried her right to the door once the first knock sounded. Too fast, she chastised herself, but it didn’t stop her from smiling. “Fuck. You look amazing. I expect nothing less.” The Elysian couldn’t look bad if she tried. “I’m glad I went with silver. It will go well with your dress.” One of her hands ran over her own hip, “--do you like it? Too much? Not enough?”

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Sarah McMaster Please note, this dress will be silver for Sarah.

It's no surprise that Sarah chose something to draw everyone's eyes, yet never give them quite enough. The dress is completely nude, minus the beautiful gems and stones that cover it. A one of a kind piece by a local designer whom she often models for. Though there's no true correlation to art, it is artistic in her eyes on its own. Flashy. Teasing. Yet unobtainable... Well, with the exception of one person...

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arlcnchevalier​:

Chuckling, he leaned on the wall and folded his hands. “No, no… And that is really my fault. I’m a bit of a um…. drifter in and out of these walls.” He explained. “Arlon Chevalier. Although my understanding is you’re well intertwined with my best friend.” Another small smile as he observed her. “If possible, if you don’t mind, may I walk you to your next destination? I feel as though I’ve heard so many stories, I need to get to know the person behind them. However, if you do mind, please tell me. I would hate to impose.”

. . .

Chevalier. Sarah knew that perhaps it was a stretch, but she also put two and two together and guessed that he must’ve known Effy. So she felt comfortable saying her guess, “--Effy?” Sarah couldn’t remember her ever mentioning Arlon, but the two just got back on speaking terms. “Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” The wolf laughed, but nodded her head. “Sure. That’s okay with me. I was just going to Covaire Grill.”

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thinblooded​:

He chuckled. He hadn’t been serious for the most part. For the most part anyway. He still had the cravings of his young vampiric age, even if he kept them under control normally after his initial training with his mentor. “Yeah, we all know how stingy you can be with said Elysian. But if someone is so inclined inside, I don’t mind a bit of a top off.”

As she returned with all her snacks, he nodded. “So what’s this horror film called anyway?”

. . . .

Sarah smiled at his words. “Stingy, yes, yes. But can you blame me? You’ve seen her.” She laughed. The movie started about ten minutes after they were seated. “I think...” She pulled out her ticket first, already partially forgetting what they had been signed up for, “The Woman In Black. It says it’s a ghost story.” 

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bryce-cumberbatch·:

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“Oh yeah…” Bryce remembered how he had to keep Charles elsewhere when he lived in the Bordel. He was thankful thathe had a place of his own now, so he could let his dog live with him. “Hmm, I’m pretty sure Logan wouldn’t say no to more volunteers. I don’t really work there, nor help out too much, I got two jobs. I do play with the puppies a lot though, but I’m sure Logan woudl like someone who actually does work and doesn’t goof off, or try to distract him”.

.. .. 

She smiled. “I’d like that. A lot. Surprisingly, or unsurprisingly, I guess, I get along a lot better with animals than I do with people.” What was not to love? They didn’t talk back, they were loyal, they were appreciative... “Can’t promise I won’t goof off, but I won’t be much of a distraction and I’d work first, then play with the pups.” She wouldn’t be able to resist that part. And then maybe, just maybe, she could scope out her own little one for when she and Effy finally moved past their awkwardness.