#cceancycs

[beefsolo]

@cceancycs

[spicyundead]

@cceancycs and her bloodhungry elf.

[sword-of-three-stones]

Shaken dealers choice for Meredith

16. @cceancycs Meredith had hoped Lauren didn’t see her. But she did. She tried to hide at first pretending not to hear any cries of her name. She had been missing for weeks now and most people assumed she was dead. Meredith wanted it that way. It was safer that way. People had to believe she was gone because if they didn’t they would come looking for her. She couldn’t have that, so she disappeared. However, Meredith made a mistake. She had come back to her home town for a few days just to see her burned down house one more time. It was just in a hope that she might find something there to help her understand what had happened. Of course she didn’t find anything and now she was face to face with her bestfriend.  Half panicking the woman looked around herself for some place to hide. She didn’t want to explain what happened, since she wasn’t sure what happened. But Lauren was coming closer, she was almost on her. Her dog, Bear, began wagging and excitedly whimpering seeing the woman he had known since he was a puppy. For Meredith however panic gripped her chest tightly. She couldn’t breath. Finally she was face to face with her friend with no where to hide and with nothing else to say the former dog trainer stared in to her friends eyes. Bear was dancing around her happily licking her hands and yipping like a puppy all over again.  “Hi” Meredith managed to get out even as fire formed on the tips of her fingers. She closed her eyes and smothered the flames quickly, balling her hands in to a tight fist. She didn’t want to have this conversation, she didn’t want to be standing here. But here she was and there was no way out.

[beefsolo]

@cceancycs

[beefsolo]

Squad.

@spicyundead / @cceancycs / @beefsolo ... and Gale.

[spicyundead]

i'm right here. i'm with you. (Soft bear husband or soft wolf bb)

assorted suggestive dialogue.

Astarion woke with a sweat drenched start. Sitting up, his mind slowly recognized that his surroundings had changed in an instant. The sleeping wolf lifted her head as Halsin, at his opposite side, raise from his own slumber to see what was the matter. Another nightmare. The third night this week. They became more and more frequent as they neared the walled city where his master waited for him. The vampire talked a big game in his plans to surprise Cazador and rip him limb from limb, but even with this tadpole and the illusion of freedom that it granted, he was still terrified.

The druids moved in sync, each cuddling up to the vacant sides of the trembling vampire. "I'm right here. I'm with you." Halsin whispered, like a deep humming lullaby. Voice so soothing it could put a ravenous gnoll to sleep. Meanwhile, Lauren place her warm snout on his lap, letting his fingers card through her fur to ground himself in the moment. Catching his breath, Astarion leaned himself into Halsin's immoveably large form. He was safe. For now.

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[lore97a]

@cceancycs asked: [ sacrifice ] leon

   bullets shatter the windows of her home, split the wood of her doors.  pops ring through the night, flashes lighting up the now darkened house.  not everyone takes kindly to extra terrestrial visitors.  sympathizers get the same treatment.  blade in hand, leon is slicing at the air as he drives the attackers backward --- movements too quick, too swift ; they can’t get away, and he won’t stop ‘till red splatters his clothing and their shrieks fill the air.  shreds of clothing fall to the floor as one of them drops to their knees, clutching at the open wounds on their arm.  how weak, to go down so easily.  but there are more where that came from.  footsteps are retreating to the stairs.  anger and determination resonate with each stomp of his boots, chasing them down.  they won’t touch her.  it’s not something he’d ever allow. . .  not so long as he draws breath.  no siblings of his own, no children yet.  lauren is the closest he has.  anyone who hurt her would have the deepest of hells to pay.

   “you really attacked the wrong house.”  as he speaks it he’s lunging, grabbing for the wrist holding the gun --- it cracks beneath the violent upward jerk of his hand, ammo firing into the ceiling.  with a powered push they are launched through the hallway window, and turning to his left, he can see lauren in her bedroom.  “stay here, i almost got all of ‘em.  you’re almost safe, i pr--”

   pain hot as a star’s core soars through his arm, warm blood trickling down to his fingers.  “god --- damn it!”  through and through he’s been shot from behind.  fury paints his features. . .  the fury of a wolf protecting its den about to tear out the throat of the threat.  uninjured arm strains, the hand lifts ; he needn’t look back to the shooter to see their body rise, hit the ceiling with enough force for a sickening neck snap, and thud to the floor.  silence fills the house, save for leon’s pained grunting as he enters the room.  nothing he can’t handle.

   “c’mon, you can come out now.”

[beefsolo]

Lauren sat quietly among the small gathering of family and friends and acquaintances that made up her father’s circle. He was so well loved in the community... So loved... And now he was 6 feet beneath the earth. Many people came to her, her sisters and mother and offered their sympathies, meanwhile Ben was mingling with—

“Han...! I’m so happy you could make it...”

Missy’s voice carried, Lauren’s cold almost lifeless blues turning to glance over her shoulder to see the exchange. Missy seemed... Happy... Relieved Ben was connecting with him. But Han didn’t deserve it, Lauren thought with an extra dash of venom; Han didn’t deserve to reap the benefits of Eamon raising Ben—

“It really means a lot to us...”

Missy continued and smiled toward her son.

What was Ben supposed to do? Cause a scene? Tell his sperm donor to leave and never come back? Or submit to that small tug in the back of his chest that was desperate for something, anything, to resemble what he’d just lost. A far cry from Eamon, Han would never stack up... But was Ben wrong for pretending?