#isaiah-ranier

[harrison-otoole-blog]

Wolf’s Den || Isaiah & Harrison

Vane.

Harrison never saw the appeal. The music was okay- loud enough to feel it thudding against your bones- too loud to really hear anything, including what the bartender had just slid to him and what he had ordered in the first place. He was here for two reasons (sadly one was not to party) one: scout out the area for possible investigations later on, two: hopefully get a chance to talk to Isaiah. Tugging on his ring finger he turned slightly from the bar, slowly casting an eye over the people in the room. 

[oblivionsdaughter]

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♜: Shoulder rubs

He is seated in her chair - an honour she does not normally allow. The chair is new, after-all, along with everything else in the well-lit, oval-shaped room. A chandelier hangs from the ceiling, the desk is made of the finest oak; the two windows across the room run long and parallel with heavy curtains made of a pale silvery thread. But the focal point of the room is undoubtedly the massive bookcase that runs each half of the room; containing at least a thousand files side-by-side in a neat array. Each one is labelled; each containing the record and information pertaining to one of the town’s many supernatural residents. A web of connections; a network.

“What am I looking at?…” He asks, his tone as reserved as it normally is.

Ellis leans down from behind his chair, her fingers carving circular paths into the skin around his shoulder-blades as her lips drop inches from his left ear. “Power.” She whispers simply.

Power for him or power for her?… He doesn’t ask, and she wouldn’t tell him anyway.

[ejfletcher-blog]

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“Hey now, don’t look at me like that,” EJ protested seeing the look on Isaiah’s face. “I think we just need to accept the fact that I look really nice in hats and we don’t need to talk about why I’m wearing it, just that.... I look nice, okay?”