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[sheppardxfortus-blog]

Call for Help | Sheppard and Emily

His hand still shaking, Sheppard said softly, “Please come...” He hated being there, nearly sobbing at his place. Thankfully, his cousins were not home. He would not want to see him like this. Maybe he didn’t want anyone to see him like at all. It was easier that way. He had screwed up and didn’t feel like doing anything. The only hope he has was Emily. If she even came.

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[funandgamesfalstead]

A Story Of Survival || Ethan & Emily (Valley AU Prompt)

He wasn't sure how it had come to this.

He wasn't Indiana Jones. He wasn't Lara Croft. He knew jack shit about tombs and traps and pyramids. But he was in one. And he had to escape. By...

He had might as well say it. By killing someone.

Emily Crawford was a witch, he knew that much. But nothing more, and that left him uncertain. He was immortal, he knew, but he knew too little about witches and their magic to use immortality as an ace in the hole. He could only trust in his natural abilities... wits, deception, running away and a powerful survival instinct. His fingers curled around a knife he had found in one of the myriad chambers of the pyramid. A powerful, powerful survival instinct.

He wasn't a killer. He didn't want to kill a woman who had done nothing to him. He just wanted to live. If he could find a way to get out without more blood on his hands than already present, he would take it gladly. But there wasn't.

He moved slowly down a narrow passage, not holding a torch. He was blind in the darkness, but that just helped him focus on his other senses. He was lost in the pyramid. If he could just find the exit... no one would have to die. He couldn't say what Emily Crawford was thinking about, whether she would kill him or not, but either way, he would have to exploit it. It was his nature, it was his advantage and it was possibly the only way he would leave this alive.

He had removed his shoes and socks, and his bare feet made no sound as he padded along the stone floor, cold and hard. He had been wearing a floppy, flamboyant hat before this all happened, and he had kept it on the head of a stern statue in another room. He couldn't very well expect to be stealthy while wearing it, could he? But he was down to the bare essentials, and he knew a thing or two about sneaking around. He would find her, and if Emily Crawford wasn't paying attention, she was going to get a real surprise, real soon.

[ryan-the-yorke]

Give me Therapy || Ryan and Emily

If someone told Ryan a month ago that he would be somebody's personal shrink he would have laughed in their face. Over the years, he's had multiple shrinks due to his dark and troubled past and the fact that he hated opening up to strangers. Even though he gave up on the whole therapy thing ages ago, Ryan did pick up a few tricks from the trade. So when heard Emily talk about how she hated life and sometimes wanted to kill herself, he knew he had to do something. Sure he didn't know her that well but Ryan wanted to help her out. She needed to talk to someone who cared about more than just relationships and he, of all people, was perfect for the job. After grabbing a notebook, pencil and a cherry coke, Ryan made his way up to the roof where he would have his first 'session' with Emily. This particular roof not only had a nice view but it had some nice benches and green plants. Plus it was quiet. Once he arrived at his destination, Ryan took a seat on one of the benches as he waited for Emily to meet him. 

[leon-talbot]

Nothing Inbetween | Leon & Emily

From dead boredom to feeling spontaneous, Leon was starting to wonder if he was bipolar. Perhaps it was the way everything he said and did around the woman and how it all sounded cheesy or trying hard, too calculated and even bordering on lame, that the reporter decided to just wing it.

For one night at least.

And if things should ever go south, he could make another lame excuse and blame it on alcohol before returning to his proper self the very next day; maybe send some flowers, drop a visit, all the common courtesies to be expected of him.

With both hands on the steering wheel, the young man took a deep breath, smiled cheekily at the woman sitting beside him and started the engine.

If only Montford offered more excitement.

[leon-talbot]

No Reservation | Leon & Emily

Not wanting to bother anyone, Leon made sure to slip back in town undetected. He didn't want Irene smothering him and asking where he had been and he would much rather deal with Laurel another time.

Feeling the pang of hunger, the reporter drove his way to the famous Italian restaurant only to be denied entry due to lack of reservation.

"My deepest apologies sir but we are fully booked for today."

Letting out a sigh, the young man leaned on his car and started smoking as he thought of another place where he could eat in peace.