#c; aaron

[t-chambler-archived]

@memoryhallowed | continued | Aaron

Aaron let out a rough sigh, reaching over blindly with his good hand to cover Tara’s and give it a squeeze. His throat felt tight, tears pricking at the corner of his eyes - it’d been….really difficult, these past few months. Between raising Gracie, helping with everything going on in Alexandria and dealing with his grief, he felt like he was pulled thin.

“Thanks, Tara,” he said, swallowing the lump in his throat.

He had a rough string of luck lately- some good things- but rough. Tara had always had a soft spot for Aaron, thought he was a good man, and he would step up to be a good father (he already loved that girl to pieces, it was evident); and she still felt the weight of Eric being gone. She wanted to reach out to catch the threatening tears, but she restrained herself. 

“If there’s anything I can do?” She offered. “If you need me to watch Gracie? If you need me to stay and help with Gracie? Just-- anything, Aaron, I’ll do it.”

[ofmaskedmen]

A starter from @venusdefirenze from Aaron Joseph-Korey

              "May I come in?" He knew that his voice sound deceptively inviting, even over the speakerphone that he knew was, on the other side of the horn, held by his greatest object of desire. Simonetta Vespucci, on the other hand, did not know more than the fact he was here for the sake of a podcast. He had ditched Dana for this one - Haddonfield had been hard enough with her on his trail. He had to admit that she had a knack for sniffing out the uncanny, but that it had never occurred to her that the man she fucked also was the man that murdered so many still astounded him. Usually he thought that was fun, taking her along, basking in her ignorance. She served as a pillar of trust. No one suspects a guy who drags his gal along on a merry crime-fighting odyssey. This one, however, was too important to risk her ruining it. So he had sent her off with some ridiculous story and he had taken a short sabbatical himself. In Florence.

               "It's Aaron, Aaron Jospeh-Korey, from the podcast?" he strengthened the British lilt in his voice, knowing that especially outlandish woman found that hard to resist. "We spoke on the phone concerning, well, you know what it concerns."

[trustmeimawitch]

🗣+ Aaron & Charlie

Send two muses, see them interact (main/default verse)accepting all muses@little-earthquakes-rp

    “Whatthe fuck are you doing here?” Succinct. To the point. Aaron didn’twaste in time in getting to the heart of it. Charlie’s presence inshop was unusual. Charlie being around in general was unusual. Hefigured it had something to do with his father’s lack of involvementin his youth. Associations never really faded.

    Fucking too little too late,old man, Aaron thought. Hetossed a greasy rag aside, finally looking up at him.

    Everytime Aaron looked at him, it was always with a touch of anger.Sometimes, that anger was simple annoyance. Other times, it wasstronger, like a freshly opened wound that stung. Right now, it wassomewhere in between. Charlie studied his son before giving hisanswer.

    “I’mmoving things from your grandmother’s estate this afternoon, possiblyto storage forever. If there’s anything you want, you should come by.Pick it up.”

    Aaronimmediately gave a scoff of disbelief. “Ain’t that something youcall a person about? Didn’t need to show your fucking face here.”Translation: he would rather he didn’t show up at all.

    Hehad expected as much from Aaron. All he had to do was open hismouth—didn’t matter what he had to say—and Aaron was ready toprotest it completely. “I know, but I was nearby. It was easier.”

    For who?He shook his head at Charlie and grabbed his cigarettes off thetable. He made a flame—large, extra hot—and lit up. Through thehaze of thick smoke, Aaron stared at him. “Alright, so are youselling Gran’s shit?”

    “No.Just moving it.”

    “Shouldjust sell it. Ain’t gonna do any good gathering a shitton of dust insome storage unit.”

    Charliesighed. “I’m not ready to sell anything yet.”

    “Uhhuh.” Aaron took a long drag on his cigarette, then hefted oneshoulder in a shrug. “Well, I don’t give a shit what you do withit. Go find Jamie. He might want something, but I don’t.”

    Despitehis desire to push the issue, Charlie didn’t risk it. After all,mending the rift between himself and Aaron was an ongoing project. Hewasn’t too keen on the idea of tearing apart what little they’d fixedalready, so he relented to Aaron’s words with a nod. “Okay. But ifyou change your mind—”

    “Iain’t.” Aaron’s chuckle was devoid of humor, the annoyance andanger growing. To anyone else, his father’s reason for visiting wasonly an excuse. There was always something else, some kind of agenda.It was too late for them to ever have the perfect father-sonrelationship that Charlie probably wanted, and he hated that Charlietried.

    Hehated even more how much he resisted the idea, but that was a wholeother thing.

    Aaron might catch on,Charlie thought as he nodded again, stuck his hands into his pockets,and turned to leave. Little by little, I’m working my wayinto his life. It’s not much, but it’s better than before. Betterthan nothing.

    Hewas determined not to give up, even if Aaron fought it—as heassumed he would—every step of the way.

[kalyptonomore]

Dean?

[She walks up to the Dionysus cabin, spinning a canoeing oar in her hand.]

[trustmeimawitch]

     “This is real--as real as it gets.” He wasn’t usually the sort to impart any kind of sage wisdom, but there it was.

[trustmeimawitch]

@skvtewitch

    Seeing some kid playing with fire wasn’t out of the ordinary. Hell, in his experience it was a daily occurrence. Seeing a kid conjure it from nowhere? A little more unusual, but still on par with what he was used to. Still, the kid was fucking talking to the flame, like it was an actual person or some shit. 

    And that was pretty damn sad.

    He continued to watch, rolling his eyes after a minute. He shifted his hand away from the cigarette he held, leaving it to dangle at his bottom lip, and he crouched. Bringing his hands together, he formed a flame of his own, and with a few movements of his hands, formed the shape of a small animal.

     The cat was roughly the size of a kitten, comprised entirely out of flames. It moved over of its own volition, headed right for the girl. Reaching the pavement in front of her, it stopped and rolled over, rubbing its fiery back against the ground.

     Aaron finally stepped nearer too, no longer hiding--not that he had been, exactly--and took a drag from his cigarette. “If you’re gonna fucking talk to fire, at least make it look like something worth talking to,” he muttered, low voice sounded even lower when he spoke under his breath.

[trustmeimawitch]

@skvtewitch | cont.

     She’s brave--he’d give her that. And angry. It reminded Aaron of his own reactions to pain and hurt. 

     Which meant it was a pain in the ass trying to deal with her. He rolled his eyes and immediately pinched out the cherry red glow at the end of his cigarette. He slipped the half-smoked butt into his pocket, then leaned down to see her arm better.

      “You should care because I know how to deal with this shit. I’m gonna fucking fix it for you, or do you wanna sit here and keep acting like you’re not gonna fucking cry?” He wasn’t a doctor--fuck no, not by any means--but one handy talent his demigod lineage provided was the ability to heal others with fire. Wasn’t something he did often, but there was no way in hell he was taking the kid to the ER. Fuck that place.

     “Up to you, punk.”

[trustmeimawitch]

@ofwonderwall

“Babe.”