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[lavenderwolfisms]

something real;

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Lavender wanted to scream as she left. Wanted to let the world know that she was tired and she was hurting, and she was damn tired of hurting. Life as a wolf had never been easy, and then it finally was and she didn’t get to keep it. She’d lived through war, seeing everyone she loved dead, having her world ripped to shreds. Maybe she just wasn’t meant to be happy. There was no escape for her, so she wouldn’t try anymore.

As soon as she left the building she could smell them. Their violence and hate rolling off in waves. But they were too close, this couldn’t happen now, not here. So she kept walking and...they were right fuckers. Pulling her back so she had no choice but to fight. With claws extended and eyes glowing, Lavender lets out a mournful howl. 

[lavenderwolfisms]

love in the dark;

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Lavender had long since forgotten what home felt like. what it even looked like really. She’d found it briefly in forests and packs here and there. But it wasn’t until she landed herself in Hell’s Kitchen that she remembered. Home was warm. It smelled like Matthew. The blood matted in his hair, the barely scented soap he used, his apartment. It sounded like the tapping of a cane and his laughter. Even though he still didn’t know what she was, he had every other part of her, even the ugly ones. Parts of her that still mourned for her fallen friends in a battle she could never quite explain though muggles had plenty of battles of their own. The parts that thought she was nothing but a monster.

That’s why she had to do this. Tell this horrible lie. Maybe it would be better because she still hadn’t really told him how she felt in the first place. All she knew was that hunters were coming for her. The very reason she’d left England in the first place. They were here and they were ruthless. So Lavender knew she had to leave. “I’m not coming back.” She says softly while walking towards the door.

[gunpowderbonesarchived-blog]

Trouble;

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Bond refused to admit that she was enjoying this mission more than most. She’d been here almost a month now and it was surprisingly nice. Her flat was bright, the painting was fun, something she hadn’t done in years, and some part of her wanted to get lost in it. To leave her old life behind. But she knew she’d get bored soon enough. When the small bell chimed softly above the door of her studio, she didn’t bother to look up. “If you’re looking to have something commissioned you’ll have to wait for Eloise to get back, I don’t do commissions.”

[lavenderwolfisms]

a new start;

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Lavender Brown had survived war, a bite, and many moons, but New York City was damn near killing her. After spending a few years nearly alone in the woods this place was a heavy assault on her senses. Between the sounds and scents alone she was starting to realize why wolves and cities didn’t mix. But she needed a fresh start. A place to get lost. A place where no one would find her.

And what better place than Hell’s Kitchen? No one would ever catch wind of her here. Way across the pond and erasing her scent every step of the way. Rounding a corner, she finds her normally graceful self tripping over a crack in the sidewalk and sprawling across the pavement. She was officially sick of the city but too stubborn to find somewhere quieter to live. The smell of blood hit the air but she could feel the scrape healing already as she collected the things that had scattered their way out of her purse. “Fuck this place.” Lavender mutters frustratedly under her breath.