#c:ludwigwclf

[gabriel-enchanted-blog]

@ludwigwclf

Gabe was close. He knew he was. The lake wasn’t that far and admittedly he was traveling much slower back than he had going but he had to be close. The greenery had gotten thicker and it reminded him of Sabine even if he didn’t feel Sabine in them anymore. Just like how empty his mind and soul felt when he tried to reach out for Micah and came up with silence but he could still sense he was close. Just in a weird shadowy kind of way instead of the interactive concrete knowing of before. This was hands down the worst thing that’d ever happened in a very long time. Concentrating as hard as he was on putting one foot in front of the other and making it back to Micah without incidents beyond his own clumsy footing, he almost didn’t hear the snap. His first thought was that it’d been his own foot, but deeper bred instinct snapped his gaze up to find a very real, very lethal threat, way too close.

Shit. Micah was going to haunt the ever-living-fuck out of his ghost if he died now. Ouija boards and summonings and daily prayers just to yell at him for being such a fucking idiot. Goddess, almost two decades of survival to be undone by a fucking werewolf and a cold. Still, maybe there was a possibility he’d not be seen, heard, or smelt. He was mostly saturated with salt water and malaise with a distinct lack of magick. Could be anyone right? Barely daring to breathe, he tried to creep past the man, but could almost feel the moment something in the air shifted and his presence was noted. Fuck. Gathering what little strength he had left, he turned, and ran for Sabine’s, unable to help his mind from desperately trying to connect with Micah’s, Sabine’s, anyone’s. 

[oscarxkam]

@ludwigwclf

Admittedly while magick and glamours could boost one’s appearance quite drastically, the sad fact of the matter was one still needed to exercise one’s body to maintain abs. And like, health or whatever, but mainly abs. And arms. Since Oscar quite prided himself on having superior examples of both that meant occasionally time would find him running through the forest, using trees to practice body weight training on, or on the ground stretching, crunching, or doing isolated muscle group nonsense. He’d had a brief fling with a physical fitness expert who was full of all sorts of jargon Oscar found too hilarious to not hold on. 

Today was a workout day and with his run behind him, he could focus just on the strength aspects, and wasted no time in jumping up to grab a tree branch and start carefully swinging his legs back and forth, humming to himself, and letting his thoughts drift up until he almost beamed someone in the head and burst out with a startled giggle.

“Ooops. Sorry, gorgeous. Wasn’t paying a lick of attention. But am I now. Helloooo. I’m Oscar. Who are you?”