#february 2018.

[amelicpond]

Amy glanced at the houses currently being refurbished from her position on a park bench, a noticeable smile lifting the corners of her mouth. "Y'know, I've been so wary of the last few places we've holed up in. But Alexandria feels different. I think this might be the one."

[noahelson]

Noah was unsure whether it was the lack of drugs, or the lack of human blood burdening him withdrawal symptoms, but he couldn’t stop twitching. He sat on a wall outside of a stranger’s home, his legs shaking uncontrollably as hit bit his nails, trying to suppress his own nausea. Vampires weren't supposed to get sick, but he quickly learned that they were just as susceptible to weakness as he threw up onto the tiles in front of him. He wiped the residue off of his chin with his sleeve, shame hitting him as he glanced up, realising that someone had been watching him. “Fuck. Fuck -- I’m sorry. Really sorry. I just –” need a fucking drink. 

[pansyparkinsvn]

“Shh, James. It’s alright. It was just a bad dream, okay? It wasn’t real. Nobody’s gonna’ hurt you. Your angel is watching over you, remember?” James had started crying hysterically in his stroller during the walk home, so Pansy stopped for a moment to comfort him. It wasn’t long before she became aware of someone standing behind her, so she was quick to turn around, instantly feeling protective. “Can I help you?”

[tylcrlockwood]

“Okay, so we’re restoring houses now, right?” Tyler glanced around, realising how small the volunteer groups were. He felt a little better about participating now. “Guess I’m doing the heavy lifting, huh?”

[wanmaximoff]

Being in Pietro’s arms for weeks had been a necessity, they had months of lost time to make up for, including a birthday, and a lot of trauma to work through. But naturally, they were beginning to run out of supplies, so Wanda had offered to visit the store for them both. It was hardly grand, just scraped together essentials that some rebels had gathered together in a run down building, but that’s what the twins were used to anyway. It felt more like home. As she walked around, her mind was locked on Pietro’s, constantly checking up on him to ensure his safety. But due to her being so focused on someone elsewhere, she knocked into a fellow customer, dropping her own basket to the floor. Scrambling to pick up her items, Wanda glanced up as she did so, muttering her apology. “Scuze.”

[lydiamartnn]

Lydia had only recently been dismissed from the hospital. Whilst her physical injuries had healed, it was her mental state she was now worried about - and although she knew better than to self diagnose, the only solution she had to explain the voices she was hearing was PTSD. “Please tell me you just heard that.”

[rosaliehvle]

Rosalie had, of course, followed her family here, but she was far from happy about it, and already found herself missing home. Staying in one place made her feel more human. “How many werewolves are here, exactly? All I can smell is dog.”

[jaxxteller]

After a particularly long night posted by Abel’s crib, Jax finally allowed his mom to take over, giving him time to refuel. But more than caffeine, what Jackson really needed was comfort. Without really thinking about it, he’d poured two coffees and found himself at the door to Tara’s office. He watched her work for a moment, quietly leaning against the door frame, before holding out the cup in offer. “Coffee?”