#( declan001 )

[therawend]

Closed Starter for @declanofruin

Where: The Conclave

Thera was playing a game with herself. It wasn’t a very fun game. It was a game that involved squinting and unsquinting her eyes just enough to try and figure out if the nervous looking man across the room was the same man who had gotten into her murder during the Hurricane.

Widen. Squint. Unsquint. Peer slightly harder.

Yeah she could almost make out the cacophony of feathers that had stuck out of his hair as he had fled back into the storm.

At least Artio hadn’t made her follow him as well as the boy in the car.

But she was curious. She could just barely make out the purple haze in his thread. What had a witch been doing in her coup.

So she approached the man and extended a hand, “Thera Wendell. You won’t know me but you met my birds during the hurricane. I do hope you made it out of the storm ok, you seemed to be having quite a bad time?”

[ollysilvcrstein]

The opening of the front door caused him to look up from his position on the floor, the kitten in front of him distracted by the feather toy he held. Olly chuckled, glancing at his watch. “Right on time. Did you finally not go to the wrong place today?”

@declanxwinters

[catmazzoni]

Continued from here 

“Of course septillion is a real number.” She chuckled, her eyes going a bit wide as she thought over the numbers in her head. “I’d say there’s probably not enough milk on this planet to make it work either way.”

@declanxwinters

[brighidnolan]

DATE: November 21st LOCATION: Motel AVAILABILITY: closed for @lymskr​

There are no secrets between them, she knows this as she climbs the stairs of the motel. She’s in last night’s clothes, smells of cigarettes and booze. This is not a secret, not really. The signs are all there. What she felt like she needed to make it through the evening. But it feels like something she should hide when she clicks the key in place and unlocks their shared room at the motel. Or rather something she wants to hide. These last few days have been hell, the weight of what she’s done laying heavy on their shoulders. And she does not know what it means that she wants this moment to be chiefly hers.

She can see his breathing form when she slips in, still in his bed where she left him. Though the part inside her that knows him doesn’t think he spent the night there. She finds her way to the bathroom and a hot shower; tries to wash the smells of that shitty bar off of her.

By the time she slinks out of the tiny shit hole this place calls a bathroom, Declan is stirring. “Sleep well?” There is no venom in words, not like there could be. He’ll let her have her secret, she will let him have his.