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[thebellamybarnesarchive]

[ TEXT ]: Fuck, Marry, Kill: Edward, Jacob, Emmet?

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[celinecerberusarchive]

⌝ Celine stepped into the small dive bar in Descray, not dissimilar in style to the Den but the energy was somewhat darker, more lone wolves than pack ones, isolated witches and younger vampires who had only just started to get control of themselves. She wasn't alone, of course, because this really wasn't Celine's scene. Rather it was an exercise in Cass' behaviour, in trying to help him learn when the fire he had in him was necessary and when it was not.

⌝. "I'll grab us some drinks," Celine told him but almost the moment Celine stepped even remotely in the direction of the bar she felt a hand on her shoulder, the woman's eyes flicking back to see a man probably half a foot taller than her - not hard because Celine was actually only five foot three - with a balding head and a graying beard. To Celine he smelt like a 5hr energy shot and tobacco beneath the more obvious beer on his breath and she almost winced upon the scent hitting her nose it was so foul.

⌝ "You think it's wise to bring your kid in here, lady?" the man asked. "He ain't gotta watch his Mama get hit on." Celine just sort of sighed, shrugging off the gesture. Pathetic words weren't worth her time, and she hoped Cass could maintain the same composure and indifference. That was why they'd come after all.

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[thebellamybarnesarchive]

⌝ "I'm a freaking genius," she declared as she sat next to Cass in the theatre her new estate in Ashmore had. Last year, with her ex, she was in a townhouse in Bowden, now she was in a McMansion in the more luxurious estate because she decided she was done hunting for a trophy partner and would settle on living glamourously. The room they were in alone showed it. Bella had lounges filling the space, ones with cushions so large you could lay on them, in front of an exceptionally wide screen that presently was playing the very first Twilight movie, that barely featured the werewolf boy.

⌝ Bella's fingers reaching between them she picked up a second jalapeño popper on the board of appetisers she had made for them to snack on during the meal. This was just sort of usual for Bellamy, she always had food whenever she had guests over, but she had tried to make a series of options for Cass to dissect that would both make him taste very appetising to herself but would actually be enjoyed by him. Jalapeño poppers, bacon wrapped chestnuts, devilled eggs, mac and cheese balls, buffalo chicken dip with homemade chips, and, because he was from the UK, mini beef wellingtons done to Gordon Ramsey's strictest of instructions.

⌝ "You can insult me but you cannot insult my food, I could be the vampires answer to Martha Stewart," she informed him, as she moved a little closer to him on the lounge, her shoulder touching his own before she leaned back into the soft cushion, eyes on the screen the entire time she was talking. "It's so insane to me Edward just tells his Mum like 'my girlfriend already ate, sorry you made all that probably delicious Italian food. I'm two hundred and an ungrateful little dick.'"

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[celinecerberusarchive]

⌝        Celine let out a heavy breath as they sat in Ryden’s rarely used office. The last time she’d even been in there was when she told him about Alejandro, everything covered in dust as it was now as well. Certainly Ryden, and Celine too, were not typically the leaders who discussed things in secret, and this was by no means one either, just some place to bandage her the wounds on her feet from running barefoot through the angry crowd before speaking with everyone.

⌝ “I would have asked one of the others but I figured you have so much experience patching wounds," she joked, offering Cass what was not quite a smile but came a little close. He had been having a good day prior to all of this, she was sure of it, and now things had gone to hell. It was hard to keep telling the wolves, old and new, that things would get better.

⌝ "Cleaner now," she commented as she poured alcohol over her bare feet and wounds, wincing as she did so.

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