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[eijiremington]

For: @caleb-lycaon

Location: Lycaon basement

The days were beginning to grow longer and longer and Eiji found himself wondering if the council were ever going to decide what his fate would be. He’d had the odd visitor here and there, but even his father seemed to have slackened his visits. He was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling of the basement when he heard someone at the door and the head of the Lycaon pack emerged. Eiji moved into a sitting position, wondering if the wolf’s presence meant they’d finally made their choice. He didn’t speak, but his eyes followed Caleb as he neared.

[enzosartori]

For: @matthew-alexander

Location: Rome (past thread)

It had taken Elemiah a little while to find Matthew. Partly, because it wasn’t deemed acceptable for him to be pouring his energies into finding a deity who had recently been cast down by his elders. And partly because it seemed like Matthew didn’t want to be found.

But Elemiah had eventually managed it and found himself at the edge of the Ponte Sant'Angelo. He glanced up at the towering statues of the two angel before him, before moving further towards the centre of the bridge where a figure was standing. Elemiah moved to stand beside him and looked out over the river, that shimmered in the evening light.

“Rome…” Elemiah said gently, “Why here?”’

[siphodumisani]

For: @eremington

When: 1997 (before Eiji’s birth)

“Remington!” Sipho grinned as the younger witch approached. “Did you get stuck in your tower?” He teased as he glanced down at the watch on his wrist but once Elijah was close enough, he clapped him warmly on the shoulder. “You ready?” He asked, not waiting for an answer before he was already leading him through the Dumisani building to an area where they could train. “How’s Kyoko doing?” Sipho asked conversationally as they passed through the headquarters, leaving the walls lined entirely with plant life to a secure area where they could spar safely, knowing that the magic would be contained within the room. “Must be almost time for you to become Papa Remington.” He chuckled.

[anikabooker]

when,  — three days before the grand opening of nouveau closed  — @reidhalstead Continued from: HERE

The cold felt nice — like tiny stabs against her skin. Not sharp enough to draw blood, but just enough to keep her focused. In the distance someone shouted about theft, but those lights coming from the windows across were so shiny, and so bright, and when she stared for longer they almost changed colors, and all that shouting was drowned out. Reid's words made her aware just how much she's had to drink — his voice wobbly and somewhat higher, strangely louder in her ears. Maybe he was just laughing, and she failed to recognise the signs — green hues capturing him then, focusing on those wrinckles around his mouth, and how the full, pink lines stretched and teeth showed.

Where their feet pounded along the pavement, the town looked less ominous, the shadows lingering between them — less menacing. She laughed, too. No idea what for. What the hell were they even talking about? Something, something, Rose — something, bathroom — something, whispers, something —

Anika felt like she was being stranded at sea, with no fucking clue how morse code worked.

And it didn't fucking help that her attention was like a fly. Here one moment, gone the next. Just when one thing caught her eyes, another pulled her by the ear. Did she really need to know what he was saying, anyway? Would he shut up, if she just nodded along and — But then it clicked.

She almost chocked on the whiskey going down her throat. "You did not just seriously ask me that." her head shook from side to side, slowly. Then her bright, glazy eyes stared at him with all the seriousness she could muster, and said: "You're drunk." in that accusatory tone, like she hadn't had a drop of alcohol all night. Like she was nothing but a victim to his foolishness. "And stupid. Like a newborn — or something."

[lonewolved]

@okiesuni

"you shouldn't be here," he mumbles through the door, pressed hard against it. he should have guessed she would follow him. how suspicious this must all look to her. strange hotel room. keeping it secret. it's tempting to let her think it's an affair. let her leave angry. let her leave alive. moonrise is only a few hours away. "please go," he chokes out, reaching with shaking hands to latch the door. it won't keep you in, a hungry voice calls from deep within. you'll still catch her. he knows what to say to make her leave, but the words catch in his throat. he can't do it. he can't lie anymore. "i'll explain everything. tomorrow." he'll write a note. by dawn, he'll be long gone.

[caia-sjofrid]

early exit | atlas & caia

for: @atlaswestwood location: chissob hills forest when: sometime in the early 1920s

Another year another earth day celebration in Vievecor City. Caia had an almost empty glass in hand and they were just about ready to make their exit. She had been in Vievecor City for long enough this time around and it was high time to move on.

Caia downed the rest of the drink, set the glass down and turned towards the exit of the celebration grounds. Her bags had already been packed and had been stashed in one of the trees on the fringes of the park, she just needed to go and get it.

"Oh. Hello, Atlas. Your father knows how to throw a great party, as always," the elder elf said with a smile when she was suddenly confronted with the younger Westwood child. Caia liked Atlas. The young elf was a bit on the shyer side compared to her brother, but there was potential there.

[liladurmaz]

who : @boyd-harris​

where : THE PAST

They’d drive out to the beach after long nights at the diner. Lila always urged to stay a little longer. Just until the sun rose, she’d say. She’d like to bury her toes in the sand and wonder what the beaches in L.A. looked like, or the ones in Fuji. She’d wonder how they were different, if the sand was a lighter shade or the water a different shade of blue. Lila tried to not let her mind wander too far, but on occasion she allowed it. Lost in Boyd’s blue eyes, she’d think maybe one day they could take a vacation somewhere glamorous with a different beach. For now, this made due.

Dawn settled over the bay. A bit of light began to peak through, but no color from the sun just yet. Lila peaked over at him, laying in the sand beside her, eyes closed after hours of work. Her hand reached over, running a it through his curly wispy locks despite the bits of sand on it. “I like your hair all shaggy like this.” She giggled softly. He loved her. She knew it, because she knew he didn’t enjoy their sunset mornings like she did. He did it for her. He must, she thought. Lila leaned down, placing a small kiss on his nose. She whispered a small thank you, hovering just above him. The lanky brunette rolled to lay beside him, letting her eyes wander the lightening sky.

[clarissaxgallagher]

Clarissa had never been much for heavy drinking -- she thinks it mainly stems from her mother constantly drilling how to be ladylike in public. But also because she didn't particularly like feeling out of control. The hangovers weren't doing a great job of convincing her to drink either. However, Roman always had a way about him that made Clarissa try new things and be a little freer than she usually would be. So, after a night out at his favorite bar, the pair of best friends wandered through her hometown. Roman had a heavy arm around her shoulder, tucking her against his large build, and Clarissa smacked him on the stomach at a dirty joke he had just said. To most, it would probably look like these two were a couple of lovebirds, but in reality, Roman was her soon-to-be brother-in-law and her very best friend. He was the person that knew her, the real her, better than anyone, even her fiance. And she offered that safe place for him to be who he genuinely was. Roman was Clarissa's absolute rock, and she was thankful to have found that in someone from Cillian's family. 

Wrapping her arms around his abdomen, Clarissa sighed as she tried to regain her breath after laughing so much and shot a look up at him, beaming happily at Roman. "I hope you know that I'm not smiling at you because I like you but because I'm pretty sure there are two of right now." She giggled, burying herself under his arm again. As she settled, Clarissa lifted her gaze and saw the local park's playground in front of them. Grinning, she grabbed Roman's hand without a word and tugged along the way there. "Come on!" She laughed, unable to stop as they fumble drunkenly to the swings. "I bet I can swing higher than you!" @romanxreign​