#c: devrim

[lunadefresa]

location: lunar cove’s hottest new hangout - the hospital  closed for: @moonglowmagic (poppy) 

She’d barely slept - entirely too much had happened to get any real rest. As soon as she was allowed to return for visiting hours, there she was, coffee in hand. With a light knock on the door frame, she stepped into the room, still tentative about the seriousness that things had taken suddenly. The proximity to Dahlia - they usually made a point not to cross paths with anyone Silas might want information on. “Hey...” they rasped, gesturing with the cup in one of their hands. “I brought you your usual - the cafe opens early. They had croissants...” She looked to her sister - who was possibly sleeping? “Did you get some sleep?” They asked, setting their own cup on the small side table. She’s hesitant - but she reaches out, rests a comforting - she hopes - hand on her shoulder. 

[rubctosis-blog]

The whole night seemed a blur and, yet, Aiden spent days thinking of Devrim on the rooftop. Aiden remembered asking if he was a good shot and Devrim didn't even hesitate to SHOW him, which was surprising in itself. His reaction after, of course, was warranted; it was easy to think kill NOW and worry later when your safety was threatened. He couldn’t talk to Devrim long, not with needing to go indoors to warn the others, and the rest of the evening was made up of high patrol alert, switching off shifts and securing walls. When the threat was gone the following day, he had the carers make warm soup and bread and let everyone sleep away the day while he rested outside with his rifle and pistol as he kept watch. 

Giving Devrim a few days to calm down, as Aiden himself would have liked if he was in his position, he now felt a conversation was in order. He knew it might make Dev uncomfortable but him being here now and someone Aiden didn’t know well, he felt he needed to make the effort to tell Dev that what he did that night was ADMIRABLE, even if he didn’t feel it was. Interrupting a conversation, he put a gentle hand on Dev’s shoulder before nodding off towards the hall. “You got a minute?”

@wariest

[conflicticn]

“Here’s the thing...” Elliot started, carved masculine features contoured in blood. “It’s exactly what it looks like.” An uncomfortable sound echoed in the third fallen raider’s chest as the artist pulled her combat knife back from where she’d plunged it deeply; a gargled and drowned last breath that Elliot would be quick to forget. The trio, before they’d been laid out on their backs and subsequently to rest, had been heading for the Capitol. Elliot had no interest in playing the role of a saviour, rather she saw them as three scoundrels who would work perfectly as a practice session for her knife work. She lifted the hem of her shirt up to wipe the blood off her face, unabashedly showcasing how far reaching her tattoos were. “But considering I saved you some hassle, I’d probably say you owe me.” 

@fratricides

[lunadefresa]

location: poppy's place closed for: @moonglowmagic (poppy)

For once, her job had felt necessary since the attacks. If Poppy knew that she'd been watching her like a hawk, wary of another ambush or she'd likely be pissed. But - they'd been working on the mentality that they needed to protect her. In many ways, it had been drilled into them - it wasn't an easy feat any more than shaking off the allegiance to Silas had been. Still, it was frustrating to be summoned by Silas when they were. Normally, they didn't mind being away - they rarely stayed in one place very long, after all. It was Poppy's safety - that was all - that caused the sense of relief when they crossed into the city limits once again. They refused to think about it beyond that - the fact that the first place they stopped by was Poppy's place. Even as they grabbed the spare key they rarely used, without hesitation. What if Poppy was asleep? It was just courtesy, that was all. They shot off another text, let her know they were there as they set their bag down, a box of treats on the island.

[lunadefresa]

closed starter for @rohanxpersaudx

Plenty could be said about the amount of stress the population of Lunar Cove had been under for too long. Dev wasn't so obtuse to think that they weren't affected by it all. But therapy was for far more adjusted people that didn't have to withhold vital information from professionals that wouldn't know where to start. So - the next best thing was clearly smashing things to release some energy and get out for a few hours. Of course. They confirmed once again that they understood the rules and liabilities as they grabbed the protective gear provided - and spotted a familiar face. She nodded in recognition - and hesitated before speaking - "I know we just met the other night, but you don't seem like the destruction type," they joked, "I'm sure I just saw some others walk out of here - do they have coven discounts this week?" They hoped their humor wasn't in poor taste. At least they didn't jokingly attribute it to the dark magic

[lunadefresa]

closed for: @moonglowmagic (poppy)

They'd never been particularly good at maintaining relationships. Their longest were the ones they had with Jasmine and Silas. One bonded through childhood, trust, loss, connected with their life - and the other borne of necessity and manipulation. Maybe it was no wonder they'd taken missteps with Poppy. There was a sense of dread in their gut - something they hadn't been able to shake since the woman took her last breath - since she saw her die. Even the relief of her being brought back couldn't completely unravel the knot sitting inside her now.

She knew what it could be like - feeling the finality of death, only to be pulled back from it. To open their eyes again to see Jasmine - who had seen enough and been called to drag far too many back from mortality. Perhaps it was projection - but she could almost see the faraway gaze in Poppy's eyes - the odd sensation of no longer belonging fully in the physical realm. She lingered in the doorway, a smile that didn't quite meet her eyes - "How are you feeling? After...?" She asked, as stupid a question as any. "...I'm sorry," For what, they didn't say. There were about a million things - "I wanted to check on you. And - to talk. I know it might not be the time..." But last night showed - these past weeks had shown - it was never the right time. Until there was no time left, apparently.

[lunadefresa]

closed for: @moonglowmagic (poppy)

There was a constant restless energy in the past weeks that they hadn't been able to shake. Staying elsewhere every night suddenly didn't seem normal or familiar. The town had become their landing ground - but more than that, it was Poppy's place that had become home. The realization dawned on them as the discomfort settled in. They spent more than a few nights walking to whatever shop still kept its doors open past midnight, if only for something to do until sleep set in. So, while they felt the most comfort in this place - they felt the rift between them. All because they were waiting, for the right time - to keep Poppy safe. The perfect moment just didn't exist - and they'd come to see that the moment they learned of the danger the coven could be under. Stalling hadn't kept her safe at all - "Can we talk?" Those words rarely ended in something good, in all the movies and bad dramas they'd seen. "About the coven."

[adri-monahan]

WHO: @devhawthcrne​ WHERE: Devrim’s Loft, Downtown

In the time since she’d gotten home, Maddie had had quite a few heart to hearts with her sister. She’d apologized more times than she could count for pulling the disappearing act of the century while promising she’d do her best to ensure what happened out in the woods of Bighorn Hills never happened again, she’d also learned of all that had been done to try and bring her home. And while she’d been surprised by the turnout, she was more surprised to hear that her ex husband had not only gone out with the search parties himself, but he’d made himself available to her family and he’d watched Ellie while Beth tended to their parents. Even after everything she’d done to him, after everything she’d put him through, Devrim still went out of his way to help the woman who’d ripped his future away from him without visible hesitation and that couldn’t go unacknowledged. 

She’d debated on sending a card or a fruit basket to thank him, anything not to repeat the awkward encounter they’d had in the coffee shop after Halloween; but Maddie had a lot of time to think while out on that ledge and even though she tried to avoid thoughts of him and their marriage, she’d failed at keeping him out of her head. He’d deserved more from her then and he deserved even more from her now, so even though it was going to be awkward and uncomfortable, it was time that Maddie stepped up and at least tried. Even if she didn’t have all of the answers it was the least she could do. 

So after getting his address from Beth she’d stopped by the market to get Kevin’s favorite treats and a bottle of liquor she remembered being one of Dev’s favorites before making her way to the loft. It’d taken her longer than she’d anticipated getting up the stairs, the canvass tote bag on her shoulder serving as a physical reminder of where she was headed each time it bumped against her side while she made slow strides on the crutches. She’d spent about fifteen minutes standing in front of the unfamiliar door, talking herself into knocking as fear flooded her senses and caused a lump to form in the middle of her throat. Finally she gathered the courage to knock once, then twice, holding her breath as she listened for footsteps on the other side. There was a large part of her that hoped he wasn’t home as she began counting out a minute in Mississippi's in her head- telling herself if he didn’t answer by the time she got to sixty she could leave. She’d gotten to 45 Mississippi when the doorknob turned and her eyes widened, dark pupils taking over most of the blue in her irises as her fight or flight response kicked in and everything inside of her screamed at her to run. But by then it was too late, the door had opened and there he stood and as their eyes locked Maddie suddenly lost her voice.

“Hi.” She was finally able to force out after a few agonizing seconds of silence. “Can we talk? I have booze.”