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[meas-sinclair]

[ @leonvg ]

The moon hung high in the sky, a beacon of light in the dark night. Now would be the time to see who deserved her blades and bullets, Sinclair thought to herself as she walked through the streets. Maybe she would venture into the forests to see what might be hiding within the thicket of trees, although she knew the dangers of doing such a thing so close to the full moon. 

Stories ran through the town that there had been bodies found across the island, near the forests and the coasts. Sinclair’s fingers curled around the hilt of one of the knives sheathed at her hip, a reminder of her eternal task. Occurrences like this were the reason she was a hunter, the cruelty of supernatural beings, beings that shouldn’t be permitted to live. They were wrong, vicious, and their kind had ruined her life, and lives of many others.

She took a deep breath to cool the temper rising hot in her blood, her eyes closing momentarily to diffuse the red from her vision. 

Footsteps.

They were coming closer, clear in the dead of the night. Her eyes snapped back open, prepared for the worst. She inched the blade up, gripping it firmly, prepared to attack. A rush of shivers shot up her spine, her eyes alert, searching the dim light for any shadows. 

[paolo-andres-blog]

❤️- A happy memory that makes them smile

His 15th pool party, that Paolo and some friends organized in the gym of his high school, it was on a Friday night and he had paid the janitor, who looked out for the school on weekends, Up to this day people still thought it was the best party that school had and will ever have, he also remembered as the night he lost his virginity and the time people thought he was the fearless guy they had, when he scared everyone when he jumped from pool platform with his skateboard to show he had more balls that bullies from senior years.

[meas-sinclair]

“alright, i’ll leave you alone.”

She let him go as she sat in the cafe, a mug of coffee sat in front of her, still full, going cold. In all honesty, Leon seemed one of the nicest guys in town, and yet she hated him for that. He was exactly what she’d come to hate, yet she couldn’t find it in herself to feel an ounce of hatred for him. 

She closed her fingers around the handle of the mug, knuckles white, as she watched the door swing closed behind him. She’d never met a witch that was nice. She’d always thought they were all the same, all like her parents, all cruel and self-serving. But the Valiente-Gardner’s came from a different breed of witch, it seemed. They didn’t seem like the kind to ruthlessly kill for their own gain. In a way, they seemed just as human as she was. 

[meas-sinclair]

“why didn’t you tell me?”

She hadn’t told anyone her true reasoning for coming to Moon Island, and hadn’t wanted to until the moment came where she couldn’t veil her secret with lies any longer. Maybe she’d slipped up, been too adventurous with a lie, or not been subtle enough in the way she mapped her morning runs. Or maybe the way she worked out gave it all away, the punching bags, the rigorous routine that she’d pushed and pushed to maintain. 

Her arms folded across her chest as she took a deep breath. She could maybe defend herself against Leon, if it came to that, but she didn’t know what he could do. That fact made her stomach twist into an anxious knot. Then, she finally broke the silence. “Because... because you’re exactly the kind of thing I want to kill, but you don’t seem like them, the ones that came before. I’ve pulled the trigger before, but I don’t think I could pull it on you.” And the thought scared her that there were now three witches that she couldn’t kill in the world.

[meas-sinclair]

“rise and shine, sweet thing.”

What time was it? Sinclair’s back ached as she felt the slats of a wooden bench digging into her back. Her vision was blurred as she opened her eyes, Leon’s face above her. “Where-?” She started, then cursed under her breath. She’d fallen asleep at the gym, and thank god it was Leon that had found her. With so many strangers in this town, supernatural strangers at that, it was risky to let her guard fall like that. “I must’ve worked too hard on the weights and maybe...” When had she last slept. She held back a groan as she buried her face in her hands. She hadn’t slept in twenty four hours. She knew what that did to her. “Thanks for waking me up, hot shot,” she shot back as she pushed herself up into a seated position. “I’m glad it was you that found me like this and not some stranger.” But he couldn’t find her like that again, no. She couldn’t let herself be so vulnerable again. 

[valicntcgardncr-blog]

“You look tired.”

Cass gave their brother a reassuring smile. They were always tired- it came with the territory. But even as months had passed since the attack and the cold war around them seemed to bring a darkness about the whole Island, Cassidy had been working overtime. Overtime with what, they weren’t entirely sure. Maybe it was overtime alert, days spent in the spell room reading, thinking, preparing. Who knew when the next attack would be? And with the rest of the witches in the Island on tiptoes, all it could take was one move before things could get ugly. They’d never thought to see the start of another war, that was the promise after all. But Dad had been right. You always have to be ready for the worst. 

“I’m alright,” and the response had a double meaning. Even if Leon could probably see through them, as was his gift, they didn’t need any interference of his powers. “We’ll be alright,” Cass added, and their eyes meant it even though the future was still unclear.