#col:threads

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Colette

"I swear to god, if another long lost bastard sibling or another asshole ex of my idiot friend pops up, I might burn this entire state to the fucking ground."

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@bleedtheneonfromthebitemarks continued from [X]

"Can't say I've noticed anythin' like emotional manipulation, personally, but I haven't exactly spent much time around people for the last few years so it's not like I've had much opportunity to notice anythin' like that." Hearing he might be the only one in the family whose abilities converged like that wasn't particularly reassuring since that likely meant there would be difficulty in finding someone who could help him learn how to control it. "Well, given that the one time I tried, it didn't show me anythin' good, I think I can safely say that's one thing I don't really wanna be messin' with to start with, so I'm already ahead of you on not wanting to go advertisin' that shit."

"It's not a common ability. Only a few of Cord's kids and grandkids have it. The further you are from her genetically, the less likely you are to develop that one."

It was a blessing, really, that she didn't have to worry about that one. It would have made things so much worse between her and Wilder if that were the case because there would be no way to convince him that she wasn't using it on him.

"Mmm, fire's fickle. Especially if you're afraid of it."

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@babyitsmagic didn't ask for this but, well, it needs to happen

Colette had been putting this off for probably longer than she should have, letting the fear of his reaction consume her. Talking to Talia had helped, but not enough. Not that there really was anything that could help where Wilder was concerned.

"How drunk are you? Because we need to talk and you being drunk won't make it any more fun."

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@babyitsmagic

It was...a risk. Okay, maybe that was putting it mildly, but he had been almost like a friend to her she reasoned, trying not dwell on the past tense of her thoughts. Still, the sigil had been something stupid she had done one of the times they had hooked up, a way to make sure he was safe because he had always seemed like a disaster waiting to happen. She didn’t even think when she felt the stinging in her wrist, alerting her that he was hurt somewhere. 

Tracking spells are easy if you have something of the person you’re trying to find. He had stayed at her place often enough that hadn’t been hard to end up with some of his hair when he used her shower or anything of the sort. So she did what she did and she stole her cousin’s car, rushing off on what could end up being a suicide mission if it played out wrong. 

Nothing had prepared her for the state he was actually in and, for a moment. Colette couldn’t bring herself to move. It had to be a trick of the light, her eyes not working correctly, anything but what she was actually seeing. 

“Not even six months and you’re already almost getting yourself killed. Do you not know how to take care of yourself?” she muttered, finally moving to his side and kneeling, trying to assess the damage. She definitely couldn’t do anything out in the open, the amount of energy it would take to heal him would leave her too vulnerable. But she wasn’t entirely sure she could move him either.

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@babyitsmagic

“I’ve got it under control and don’t need a fucking lecture from you. We’re basically running out of goddamn options and you know it. I’m doing what I need to”

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Tea was not her drink of choice by any means, but it was cold already at the bar once the sun set and she needed something warm. Whiskey would only give the illusion and lavender tea just made her feel more like she was at home. It was a feeling she missed. The bar was fine, it was nice to know Cord was family, but it wasn’t quite the same. 

Her fingers curled around the mug, the heat warming her hands but making the rest of her shiver slightly. 

“Don’t make that face at me. I live here. I cannot live off of just booze.”

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@babyitsmagic continued from here (X)

His gaze met hers, reluctant and angry. The temptation to take a swing at her was strong. The gesture wasn’t necessarily aggressive, but it was controlling and she had to know that would get under his skin. Then again, most of her actions did. “What the fuck is so important?”

Her grip was light enough that he could easily pull free, but she knew he was too stubborn to actually do that. It was one of their fatal flaws, one of the worst things they had in common. Instead of giving him an actual answer though, she let her hand slip away before digging out a pocket knife and pressing it against his palm. “How close are you to completely losing your shit?”

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@babyitsmagic

Waking up hurt. Everything was stiff and she was overheating to the point that it was damn near suffocating. It didn’t help that the room was entirely too unfamiliar. 

“Hell,” she rasped as she turned her head and caught sight of a familiar face. “Definitely hell if you’re here.”