#frithlaoch

[shadowbrn]

❝ i'm finally happy ... why do you have to try and ruin this? ❞

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[brxkenbeta]

❝ you don’t know how glad i am to see you made it. here, let me get you a drink. ❞ ( derek hale @ erica )

"You   better   mean   an   alcoholic   one.'   Erica   says.   She's   not   even   sure   why   she's   here.   She's   not   part   of   Derek's   Pack   anymore,   she   has   no   loyalty   to   him,   but   he   called   her.   Old   habits   die   hard,   for   lack   of   a   better   term,   although   the   thought   does   make   her   laugh.   "I   can't   deal   with   this,   or   you,   if   I'm   sober."

[electrifys]

noah! arms wrench against unforgiving restraints , her cries echoing in the darkened room , maniacal , bitter , betrayed. power impeded , flashing iced eyes in her panic. noah , i thought you trusted me. . . those attacks , those deaths. . . it was not me! twisting , recoiling in her attempt to catch @frithlaoch in her sights , jaya’s cries morph into exhausted , broken laughter: after all this time , you believe i am a monster? Fine. FINE. i will be a monster for you.

[empireburned]

@frithlaoch said : ❛  to  add  insult  to  injury ,  you’re  stuck  with  me .  ❜ ( deuc @ melissa, for science )

  his words are met with a sheepish smile, a quiet chuckle. " believe it or not, not the worst person i could think of to be stuck with. " despite how intimidating the former alpha pack leader may have been the last time they'd crossed paths, he, at least, hadn't actively threatened her life. " top five, maybe, " melissa adds, probably unnecessarily. she falls silent, gaze settling on the floor number that hasn't moved in an agonizingly long time. a few awkward rocks back and forth on her feet, and then she's reaching out to press another button on the elevator's panel. it doesn't budge. " you're not claustrophobic, are you? "

[hangtenn]

@frithlaoch sent in: “  if you’re gonna stay here you can’t be sober so either take the fruity beer or the shitty wine or let me be vibe in peace.  ”

"damn, you don't have to be so rude about it," a playful roll of her eyes as she plops down on the couch next to him. she'll hold up her wine glass with a smirk, snickering. "i'm already way ahead of you. i saw the boxed wine in the fridge and helped myself," that's whenever you know lennon had gotten too comfortable. she'll grab one of the throw pillows on the couch, putting it onto her lap before she brings her wine glass up to her lips.

"the fact that you would assume i'd want to be sober one my night off is the most insulting thing you've said to me. ever,"

[downs1de-has-moved]

@frithlaoch liked for a starter from Rob

The late afternoon sun is shining low, tinting the downtown streets in warm golden hues as Rob plays his guitar, perched on an overturned milk crate. The tune he plays is a familiar one, one of those folk classics people like to hum along to when they think no one is watching. A small crowd gathers around him, some onlookers dropping coins into his open guitar case, others stopping just long enough to tap their feet before moving on.

He finishes the song with a soft flourish, letting the last chord linger as the coins clink against the case. A crisp bill catches his eye among the loose change—far more generous than the usual pound or two.

Rob looks up to find the tipper standing a few steps back, watching him with an amused expression. Dressed too sharply to blend in with the crowd, he assumes they're either a tourist or someone with more money than sense. Either way, their smile is contagious, and Rob can't help but smirk back.

"That's a bit much for some bloke on the street."

He speaks with a crooked eyebrow, gesturing to the bill with his pick.

"Careful--people might think I'm good or something."

[drkroots]

@frithlaoch said: blood, sender cleans blood off of receiver. ( arthur @ tarryn, for a lil change of pace 🤔 )

          action speak louder than words sentence starters

blood; sender cleans blood off of receiver.

               "My dad's gonna kill me. You. Me. Both or either." Even prior to growing into her wolfskin, this was something of the norm. Though back then, the animals she so desperately wanted to help were a little less aggressive when being handled by her. "Mother raccoons are always a little dicey, but one would think that reuniting her with her children would get you one or two points in the Mother's good graces." While she had worn the appropriate gloves while handling the kits, arms still got a little torn up while returning them to their den. "You don't need to do this if you don't want to, by the way. As new as I am to this whole thing, I think I'll heal up quick enough as is."

[thenightmareofyourdrems]

❝ What  if  I  sit  here,  very  quietly,  while  you  go  outside fight  whatever  this  thing  is ? ❞  Suggestion  comes  WAY  too  casual .  ❝ It’s  good,  right?  Good  plan . ❞  

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