#oneeyedquint

[myersclaws-blog]

@oneeyed-quint --- continued from [x] //

all day, all day long he thought about that alpha, that shop. he ended up forgoing the other shop altogether and just getting nathaniel to take care of it. but of course that left more pretention as he would have to be driven home. GREAT. it had never really bothered him until now. truth, they had been incredibly rude to him when he got there, but also truth, he didn’t have to go as far as he did. he was once in their position, and if he was going to have the place closed down-- he wouldn’t have stood there. curious though, about the alpha, about his scars, about his southern accent, about a lot of things ; some more inappropriate than others but it was deep rooted with the need to sincerely apologize.

he’d stormed out of the mechanic shop, angry with a stinging in his chest. he’d sat in the parking garage of his office building within vehicle crying. the omega was PATHETIC, he felt incredibly awful the rest of the work day. but once he was able to leave the office, he’d gone home to change ; casual wear. BMW was taken this time, still a NICE car but not as flash-y as the mercedes. it was a simple burgundy with leather interior--- he LOVED that car. 

however this was not about that, no this was about him once again, PATHETIC standing just outside the shop, leaned against his car, keys twirling around his finger. he waited patiently as he watched quint close up shop and when he was finished charlie pushed up off the car, “hey.”

[acaciadoucette]

@one-eyed-quint

After seeing the blood on the door, the familiar had cycled through quite a few emotions. Fear and dread that she may never see her master or hear his voice again. Guilt - had he been taken from the grocery store? Was he put in harm’s way because he had gone shopping for her? Another round of fear, this time coupled with acceptance, because if that was the case surely she’d be punished for it and she’d deserve it. What ended up settling in the sweet little familiar’s bones was a wholly different feeling: wrath.  

Acacia had dashed back inside, trading her now-useless phone for a meat cleaver. Fear had morphed into a fury she’d never known. It coursed through her veins, and she had no idea what to do with any of it. In her rather short life, true boiling rage was a stranger. It served no purpose in the cells, and there was certainly no need for it when tucked away in Gabriel’s life. Of course, there was no telling if there was still a life for her to be tucked away in, anymore. Her master, her wonderful, lovely master who had rescued her from the cells and took care of her, was gone, and at the very best, hurt. At the very worst...

Acacia paced the porch clutching a knife in either hand so hard her knuckles were white. She waited in the hopes that whoever had hurt Gabriel would come back. Never mind her brand, or that she’d never actively tried to hurt someone before. All she needed was a chance.  

 “Come out here!” The familiar screeched, raging against the darkness. Acacia didn’t bother to swipe away the tears that burned her cheeks. There would be time enough for that later, but now..now she wanted blood, even if she didn’t know where to get it. “Where is he?!?