#hunter02

[sav-grey]

who: @hunter-rockwell​​​  when: 4-5ish days after the gym lock in?

Sav went looking for Hunter, actually actively seeking his company, which was....different. Not that she didn’t like spending time with him, but in the past couple years, things hadn’t been as easy between them. When they ran into each other, it was like nothing had changed, but things had. Regardless, at the moment, he was the one person she wanted to see. Sorta. When she finally found him, Sav dropped herself into the chair next to him, a sigh leaving her lips even before she had fully settled. “Am I a shitty person?” she said, her eyes meeting his. If anyone could answer that, it was probably him. He had known her for what felt like forever, and definitely had seen good and bad from her. “Like, I know I do shitty things sometimes. You know I do shitty things sometimes. But am I a shitty person?”

[firekeeper--lula]

[ 𝐖𝐄𝐓 ] My muse helps yours out of soaking wet clothes - Hunter

Many people were surprised to learn that despite her affinity for fire and all things warm, she did not despise the wet. Just moments ago, she had discovered the waterfall in the forest. The water had fallen in milky blue strands, shooting spray in the air that danced in rainbows of gold, pink, and blue. The Lagune at its feet was shallow, so shallow that it did not even reached Tallulah’s knees at its deepest spot. But rest assured, she had found equal pleasure in standing underneath and letting the stream split in two where it made contact with her head. One, two, three minutes passed. All remained peaceful until she found back to the main campus. Of course, she had not discarded her clothes in the process. It was such a summery day and she had not wanted to be exposed in front of so many, that this had appeared to be the natural choice. The guards seemed to think differently. Tallulah listened to him as was explained to her how she could not so carelessly wet the school grounds and spread the mud with her dirty feet and how this behaviour went against her duties as a slave and- And perhaps she would have gotten into more trouble had Dr. Morrigan not shown up to take her away.

“People are so stuck up here…”, Tallulah frowned in the relative safety that the four walls of his office provided. With still no sign of regret, the brunette discarded her dress on the floor. Her clothes had dried to an extent, enough at least not to leave a puddle on the floor she was standing on. “They told me I could do as I pleased in my free time. I don’t understand why he was so angry at me. It’s just water!” Her hair appeared slick still. Water droplets occasionally broke away from the ends and trailed down her skin in irregular patterns. To the observant eye, their paths highlighted her neckline, her collarbone, her breasts, and her belly in a subtle but almost artistic manner. Tallulah turned to face the man. It was a good thing he had come, she thought, she much rather spent time with him than be alone in the cells again. Her fingers fidgeted with the hook-and-eye closure of her bra she still found too complex and rather uncomfortable to manage. “Would you mind giving me a hand?”, she gave up eventually. “I should stop wearing them. They make no sense”

@dontfeartheshrinker

[gems-campbell]

who: @hunter-rockwell​ when: morning after prom  where: gemma’s dorm

Gemma was pretty satisfied with how prom had gone. Sure, Hunter had gone with someone else….but he came home with her, and that’s all that really mattered. She hadn’t fully understood what all the drama and fighting was about last night, nor had she cared since it didn’t involved her, but she had been pretty happy it had made Hunter decide to leave immediately with her, and she took full advantage of that. The morning after, Gemma woke up before the tall blonde, stretching out her limbs in bed the best she could without waking him. She got up, going to wash her face and brush her hair and all as was necessary, going back into her room and laying beside Hunter, scrolling through various social media until she felt him stir beside her. Gemma looked over, her eyes scanning his face for a moment until he blinked them open, adorably sleepy still. “Morning sleepyhead,” she greeted teasingly, reaching over to bop one finger against his nose before rolling to face him. “About time you woke up. I was getting so bored waiting for you.”

[serena-ambrose-blog]

Text 📲 Hunter

Serena: Please tell me you and your son are home and safe?

[danethedodger-blog]

Dane sat on the bench nearest the entrance to the police precinct, signature sunglasses pairing well with his gifted Dodgers jacket. Normally he'd stay as far from the building as possible. Why am I here? He knew that answer in his heart of hearts. He'd heard that an officer had been hit during the attack at Triton's Palace and he was wondering -- not worrying, just wondering -- if it had been Hunter Levin, the white knight cop he'd had such a hard time shaking a couple weeks prior. Why the man stuck in his head was a mystery to Dane, and why he'd gotten out of bed at such an early hour to camp out on the bench outside his workplace baffled him even further.

Numerous people went in and out of the big doors. How long have I been sitting here? Nearly all of them shot Dane a suspicious look, all of which he ignored. He wasn't doing anything illegal. Currently. When the familiar, oddly perfect figure of the officer he'd been waiting for passed through the doors, a part of him felt relief. The other part silenced it. "Looks like I was right." he smirked. "You do live here. Where're you goin'? You need fuel or something? They don't have oil cans in there for ya?"