#c:ephram

[joeyvsjournal]

@ephrampettaline

[sara-wolf-watson]

Over the Moon// Ephram & Sara

When Iann asked her to run an errand Sara was expecting to pick up some food or maybe a prescription. The last thing on her mind was moonshine. Well-- sorta moonshine, some magic moonshine that Iann sold to witches in the like. Sara didn’t try to understand it, but needless to say it brought back memories. Especially this dump. The address Iann gave her lead to a dock off from everything else in town where the waves hit rocks on the side of short cliff and there was no beach in sight. At least nothing Sara would call a beach. The dock moaned with every step she took and while there weren’t many places to hide on the planks she wouldn’t be surprised if someone tried to mug her.

Then again, it was their funeral. Sara had been to plenty of shady spots back when she was with the pack. Mugging was the least of her problems there, the cops weren’t much of worry either. The big bads were her clients: teeth, magic, and all. Most people she’d rather forget, but there were a couple good guys. 

One in particular who oddly enough made moonshine and sold it to all types. He was a decent guy. A bit of a hick but he took that title with a smile and a chuckle and Sara admired that. Unfortunately as things heated up with the pack they changed circles. There were dangerous supernaturals and down right crazy supernaturals. He got the lesser of evils while her pack worked for anyone with enough cash. They’d sell their own kin for enough cash.

Sara shook off the memories. She needed to get the magic moonshine and then she could leave. Hell, she could probably tell Mel this place gave her the creeps and never have to come back here again. Though that would really matter on who the hell was selling this stuff. Run down docks and hazy shores aside she couldn’t handle dealing with anymore underground creeps. A part of her was socked Iann did business with them, even if it was relatively harmless. “Hello!” she called out into the ocean. She cupped a hand around her mouth, “Hey-- pick up for Mal Ojo!”

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[themanassor-blog]

Shades of Blue || Thema & Ephram

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Today was the day that they were painting one of the many spare bedrooms in Thema’s house. Teal paint cans were all over the plastic covered floor, Thema’s hair was in a high bun, her body clothed in a peach tank top and athletic shorts. “Should we do an accent wall? I think we should do an accent wall. Have the whole room teal except for that one.” She pointed to the far end. “Babe, are you looking? That wall, right there. I’m thinking a pale yellow for that one.”

Thema got out a rolling sponge brush and placed the blunt end on the floor as she stood it up. “Ready to get to painting? I haven’t really done this before, so I’m expecting you to know what to do. I’m sure its easy, right? You just dip it in the paint can and go to town.” Thema felt a searing pain across her stomach and she winced.

[wolfgirl-sara]

Throw me a Bone// Ephram and Sara

It was nice to finally wear a teeshirt while out instead of a ten pound coat. Lemon seemed to like the warm weather as well. Her tongue hanged out the side of her mouth as she trotted alongside Sara. Training her to behave off leash wasn’t nearly as difficult as Sara thought. She tried to tell herself Lemon was just a good dog and that she had a knack for teaching, but in the back of her head she wondered if it had anything to do with her wolf side. She tried not to think about it.

At the dog park Lemon bolted off to go play with the other dogs. As she should. Sara had considered getting another dog so Lemon didn’t have to wait once a week to go out and play but she doubted Christopher would be for it. He didn’t seem to have a problem with Lemon, but the notion of keeping a dog as a companion definitely confused him. Even if Lemon had proved time and time again she was far from a work dog. Sara would put money down that if burglars came into her apartment Lemond would run through their legs for a bit, then watch them frustratedly try to find things of value from the couch. 

Which reminded her, she needed to train Lemon to stay off the furniture. Sara had accepted it, Christopher probably wouldn’t. A little pip broke her train of thought. A small black and brown dog looked up at her with big eyes. “Hey there you,” she leaned down and pet the top of the dogs head. Lemon came rushing back, jumping on her front legs with her tail wagging in the air. She looked at the other dog excitedly. Sara realized she’d seen this scene before... not just with Lemon and any dog but with Lemon and this dog. 

Sara looked up across the green and saw Ephram, standing as lax and cool as he always was. She pursed her lips, “hey,” she managed to croak out. What Bellamy said had stayed with her. Would Ephram refuse to speak to her? He love Bellamy and Sara had no major qualms about that, but did he really love her enough to ignore a friend? Sara rocked back on her heals, her lips folded into a deep line.

[lyra-beaumont-blog]

Wandering through the dark streets anxious and disoriented, Lyra tried to calm herself down and think of the logical thing to do. No money, no cellphone, no credit cards or anything that could help her. It was just her and the clothes she wore. It was a convenience she’d been wearing shoes to begin with. The civilians surrounding her hardly took notice of her, but maybe it was better that way. She didn’t felt like explaining why she’d been crying or why she looked so devastated. 

She sat on a bench, defeated, her feet too tired to walk any longer. She’d been fearing to stay still, to think too much. Lyra held onto her necklace tightly, feeling lost. She felt terrified like a child that had suddenly lost sight of her mom. When heat burned her fingers, she retracted her hand from the necklace, wondering why it had done that. Maybe it had to do with the fact that she was a witch without magic or was she a mere human now?

Thinking of possible places to go was difficult. Word spread like wildfire in the coven and she was sure none of the families that were part of it would take her in. Maybe she could resort to other witches, ones that quite weren’t part of her coven. That’s when the idea of going to Ephram’s aid came to mind. She remembered the addresses he’d given to her, maybe if she could get ahold of him, she could explain. She wasted no time on walking towards one of the many addresses he’d given to her and she just hoped with all her being that he happened to be there. 

The Precious Pantry, she recalled. She stood in the threshold of the place, sighing before entering and taking in her surroundings. 

[wolfgirl-sara]

Text: Ephram/Sara

Sara: Ephram.

Sara: Ephram I think I made a mistake, an adorable one but a mistake. 

Sara: Ephram?

[wolfgirl-sara]

Sara and Ephram as camp counselors!

At first Sara had been excited to get away from home for a summer and actually have some control over her life. Of course that meant working cheep wages at a Summer Camp that really belonged in a Friday the 13th movie. Had about as much sin as well. Her father thought nothing bad could come out of a Christian summer camp but hell was he wrong. There were more sex and drugs than in her high school. Sara didn’t care for much if it, except the drinking. Chasing bratty kids around all day got tiring after the first week. The first week in a two month program.

Solace had been found in Ephram, who had snuck enough booze in for an entire army regiment. He didn’t share much, but seemed more charitable with Sara. Probably because he liked the expressions she made when she tried a new liquor. She swore each flask was more bitter than the next but it was hard to deny their nightly game of Russian roulette was fun. They even took turns holding each other’s hair in the bathroom when things got too far (something Sara teased him about to no end).

By the end of the summer though, one memory stood out among their drunken romps. Out on the lake with every other kid complaining about rowing, Ephram had tipped their cannot. The kids screamed like Jason was really hiding in the lake but Sara was just happy to have a break from the summer heat. The kids swam back immediately but the pair stayed in the water longer, swimming and splashing at each other until diner.

[wolfgirl-sara]

Sugar and Spice// Ephram and Sara

Sara was not doing a good job of selling her brownies. Maybe because she looked like she’d bite off the head of anyone who came within a two feet radius of her. She’d agreed to help Ester with the church bake sale, and at first it was fine. Hell it was fun! Going to the house and baking up brownies and cookies, with Roo and Mary peering into the kitchen hoping for some raw cookie dough. The girls talking about Sara’s job and how Ester was teaching herself French “I know we’ll never afford to go but I can dream can’t I?” Sara insisted that someday they’d get there, and by then Ester could make sure Michael didn’t get in a fight with some Frenchman. It was all well and good. Until she had to sell the damn sugary goods. Sara thought—hoped, she’d be in charge of watching the kids, but no some pre-teen girl was in charge of that. She had be wearing a little blue dress that made her look sixteen while Christian rock blared over the speakers and everyone was wearing a cross around their neck. The only thing that would make this better is to have Butch here to tell her how stupid she was to think anything else would happen, and Bellamy to point and laugh. By some miracle a man walked though the emotional barrier Sara had put herself in and eyed the brownies she had made with Ester. Crap. Now what? Was she supposed to sell them to the guy? They’re brownies you know what they taste like! “Um… they’re a family recipe,” Sara said, hoping the guy would just give her a dollar and go away. He didn’t fit in with the crowd, and Sara would be hard pressed to say she’d ever seen him around. Were there people who just went to super Christian bake sales for the cheep food?