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[parangpara5724]

doodles and jokes I want saved somewhere ^^;

[dwarfstaralloy]

@secretswritten | from here.

There was a grin on his face that should not have been there, but Ray couldn't help it. "Aww." It was practically a coo, and he would blame it on the blood loss. "You do care." He winced as Leonard pressed down on the wound, his own shaky hand - covered in his own blood - resting on top of the other man's. Voice dropping softer, he murmured, "It's okay, you know. Died before. World kept spinning." Ray regretted his shrug as soon as he did it, another pained wince crossing his face.

[singdreamchild]

April Fooled || Cassius & Quin

TIMING: Midnight, April 1st

LOCATION: somewhere in the woods outside of Wicked's Rest

PARTIES: @singdreamchild & @coraldonutbread

SUMMARY: After waking up from a car accident she shouldn't have survived, Quin receives help from Cassius, who discovers her car while out on a hunt.

WARNINGS: blood mention, automobile wreck

Silence and the scent of stale gasoline trickled in first, followed closely by stomach pangs beyond anything Quin had ever felt. Where the hell was she anyway?

"Maybe if you opened your eyes, you cheesehead," Quin grumbled as she shifted trying to get into a more comfortable position only to find herself restricted. Tied down? 

Whatever was encouraging such a lazy wake up was gone in an instant, her eyes wide open and hands slapping at the straps that held her tight. Straps…seatbelt…car…moose? Her memory as to how she got there was muddled at best, but one thing she was sure of, this crumpled death-trap was her car. Had to be since she wouldn't have been driving someone else's being so new to town. A few haphazard tugs at her seatbelt she began twisting and hyperventilating. After a half hearted attempt at freeing herself of the seatbelt it was but mere moments before Quin was attempting to crawl out of the jagged opening that she was fairly sure should have been a windshield. 

Cassius wasn’t one to openly hunt, he’d prefer a more willing donor. Lately, however, that wasn’t working out for him. Whether that be finding a supplier, so to speak, wasn’t around or he didn’t have the time to get over to one of his usual haunts. So, in the dead of night, he hunted down animals that he would usually consider low-hanging fruit. “Beggars can’t be choosers,” he muttered as he discarded the animal that found itself as his victim. Suddenly, her heard a faint noise coming from nearby. Plink. Plink. It smelled like… gasoline? No one could mistake that smell. Rising from his crouched position, he took a deep breath before following the sound of the drips. Upon discovering the wrecked vehicle, Cassius winced. Broken glass, old blood… this couldn’t be good. 

“Hello?” He called out, crouching down to peer into the vehicle, boots crunching on the shards of glass below him. Cassius heard the struggling, someone was in there. “Let me help you out, yeah?” 

Quin was certain she had to be hallucinating, surely she didn't just hear a voice. Yet, there they were, coming into focus albeit upside down. A bonified, living breathing person. And they were speaking again. 

"OH, um, yes please. I think I may have had a bit of a…tumble?" She cringed as she spoke. Even in such a situation she managed to try and downplay the problem at hand. Suddenly aware of what she must look like, she moved to fix her hair only to find it matted and sticky. She didn't have to see to know that blood caked her head and hair and the very thought had her head spinning. 

"I'm sorry," she mumbled "I must look a fright."

Just push through it Quin, you need to get out and fainting isn't going to help.

You should be dead, is what Cassius wanted to say. The way the car was crumpled and flipped over, she very well should be. He knew better than to say such a thing, one problem at a time and all that. “Just a tumble? Your car is completely wrecked. Given the circumstances, you look better than most would,” he replied. Laying down on his front, he began to assess the situation. He was right, she should  be dead. Then how-? Ah, there it was. Right on her neck, the tell-tale sign of a vampire’s bite mark. Then, getting a good look at her face, he saw her eyes. Red and glowing. A new vampire. “Well that changes things,” he muttered to himself, eyes wide with worry. He had to get her out of there and fast. “Just going to-” he reached his arm in through the broken window, holding her in place as he unbuckled his seatbelt. No point in hiding the strength, he thought to himself as he knew full well what he was going to have to explain to her later. “Alright, let’s try to get you right-side up and out of that pancake, yes?” He gave her a worried smile, beginning to let go of her so she could work on crawling out.

"Well I tumbled from somewhere," Quin quipped back, eager to distract herself from the reality setting in. She had been about to ask what changed things but was distracted by the sheer force this stranger was able to hold her in place with. Logic told her that it shouldn't be that easy, but then again, that seatbelt gave way easy enough to his intervention. Maybe she had just been panicking too much? Or she was a wimp. 

Still trying to sort through the growing pile of questions in her mind, she nodded slowly to the stranger's words and braced herself with her arms above her head…or below…being upside down was a bit too disorienting for her.

Slowly, and blessedly with assistance, Quin emerged from the wreckage miraculously alive. A wonder she lacked the energy to ponder.  

Body beating brain to a topic of interest Quin found herself blurring out "Do you have food? I'm starving," much to her embarrassment.

Sighing in relief as the woman was able to crawl out of the wreckage, he took a moment to assess her. Nothing broken, though her hair was matted with dried blood, which left little to be desired. Unless of course, you were a member of the shambling undead like himself. Swallowing hard, he decided no one was around to tell her otherwise. “Food, yes. Ah…” he scratched the back of his head, remembering the animal he had abandoned. “There’s something you may need to know,” he admitted as he pressed his lips into a thin line. Man this was awkward.  “First of all, my name is Cassius.” The man started, pressing a hand to his chest, a serious expression now on his features. “The reason you survived, the reason I was able to sense you,” his eyes began to glow a deep red, much like her own. “I am a vampire. And for one reason or another, someone decided instead of leaving you for dead, decided to turn you into one of us.” It wasn’t a very elegant way to deliver the news, but he didn’t know how much time she had before she started to frenzy. “But that’s the reason you’re so hungry,” he continued. “We need to get you fed. Blood.” He gestured his hands awkwardly, giving a terse smile. 

"Yeah, no. I'm Quin, by the way. And thank you for helping me, but I mean food. Cliff bar, some almonds, stray purse mint. Those sorts of things."

Vampire. HA. Truly an odd time to be making jokes but it did not escape her that even before the accident she did rather look like someone who might get a kick out of such a thing. It had to be a joke. Except…

"How did you do that thing with your eyes? What do you mean you sensed me? Shouldn't it have been harder to get me out of there? Have you seen my phone?" Hunger and desperation and maybe a dash of what the fuck swirled around her mind so fast she could feel the tinnitus in her damn chest. 

"You can't mean blood blood. I'm a vegetarian, for like a decade now," Quin stifled a gag as she mentioned blood. She couldn't even say the word without cringing. 

Cassius hummed, pretending to look for something in his pockets. “No, nothing on me, left my purse and mints at home.” His eyes stayed their glowing red, mostly because of the smell of the woman’s blood. He was good at controlling himself, but there was an extent to how well he could compose himself. Still, she began throwing rapid-fire questions at him, and he knew he had to respond to them all. “You’re coated in blood, and I happened to be hunting nearby. Our faces do this when we’re… in hunting mode, for lack of a better term.” He paused before answering her next question, knowing he was handling a delicate situation rather poorly. “And that’s partly how I sensed you, aside from your car leaking gasoline, that’s a distinct smell, that. And for a normal person, yes that should have been difficult. But as you can see, I have a few quirks. Strength being one of them.” At the last question, he blinked. Phone? Ah, yes. Kneeling down again, he assessed the inside of the car, or what was left of it. “Might have gone flying during the wreckage,” he mused before standing back up, wiping the debris away from his pants. 

He couldn’t help but bark out a laugh despite the situation. A vegetarian becoming a vampire? Cassius couldn’t help himself. “I know it sounds ridiculous, but how did you survive that wreck?” He pointed out once composing himself, crossing his arms over his chest, eyes narrowing. “Left side of your neck, right here.” He touched the side of his own neck, “feel the puncture marks.” He instructed, tapping a black nail repeatedly to the area on his own neck. “Unless you got a very specific puncture mark from the glass, that looks like a bite to me.” He gave her a minute, knowing he had given her a lot of information in such a short period of time.“It’s dangerous, for someone newly turned,” he began to explain in a gentle tone. “If not properly cared for, you can go nothing short of feral. And I don’t particularly care to see that happen to someone, especially when it poses a very real danger to yourself and the people around you. I know it’s a lot to take in all at once.” He shifted on his feet, head tilting to the side. “Let me help you.”

Quin quirked a small smile despite herself. As she listened to Cassius's explanations she began to pace, to mentally catalog the information that just didn't belong in reality. At least it didn't belong before. 

"Hunting mode? So mine will do that too?" Her face surely betrayed any calmness she was trying to grasp at. 

My dad is going to be worried sick. The thought made her lip quiver, how does one explain to their parent that they are…dead? Ish?

Quin stopped pacing, reaching her hand to the spot she was directed.

"So if I dont…feed, I disappear? Like, mentally? Survival mode kicks in and I don't exist?" It made sense, really. Survival tends to be the trump card. But if serving meant what he said it would, Quin was going to need help. 

"I think I'm going to need all the help I can get."

[ofreedsandoaks]

Normalcy

Contrary to popular belief, the reports of his death had been greatly exaggerated.  

Best the Grand Coven remained unaware, however.

Morrigan, Goddess of Fate, had given him new life, brought him back from the brink of death, made what was left of the Coven believe his soul had been completely destroyed the moment Notre Dame fell two years ago.  For centuries, witches and warlocks alike had attacked the cathedral out of spite yet failed due to Rene’s protections, protections that could only be dismantled by the warlock simply ceasing to exist.  When the spire was engulfed in smoke, the Grand Coven knew that Rene was gone.

Ammon was beyond outraged.  Woe befell whoever crossed his path for months as he raged in denial.  He attempted resurrection, but it was fruitless--anyone who dared tell him that with Rene’s soul destroyed there would be nothing to resurrect met an unfortunate demise.  This logic aside, every attempt failed because...Rene was simply not dead.

Rene was very much alive, tending to his plants at Delacroix manor.

With newfound health thanks to Morrigan’s save, he officially completed high school remotely, studying diligently in solitude and mostly ignoring the world around him aside from his plants and...the crows that frequently showed in his orchard much to the delight of both Julian and Jeremy.

Following a very quiet graduation and small, private celebration of Julian’s insistence, Rene did not apply to any institutions of higher learning.  Though he did enjoy being a scholar, he knew what he wanted to do; not knowing how much time he actually had left or when the Goddess may call upon him, he decided to do what he truly wanted to do...and that was to be a farmer.  His apple trees, vineyard, and all other crops flourished under his undivided attention.

Rene was happy.

Though people for whom he had cared deeply had moved on without him or thought him dead and empty spaces hovered in his heart from their absence, he was still happy with his new life.

When a pandemic shook the globe, Rene was relatively unaffected.  Existing for centuries alone in a crypt had made the lack of contact hardly even noticeable.  Anjelah and Betty were nearly always around and served as pleasant company (when he wanted it) at times when Julian and Craig left for business.  Travel was not even an issue due to mirror portals--one minute in Michigan, the next in Sweden, the next in Istanbul.  How easy it was to zip around for whatever groceries Betty needed for dinner (though she thoroughly enjoyed preparing dishes including Rene’s wares).

Due to the disease, Mum-sensei was incredibly busy.  Thankfully, with Rene’s improved health, the doctor was no longer a frequent visitor to Delacroix manor and could focus on the global crisis.  In fact, he was thankful for the warlock’s reclusive nature, still concerned for Rene’s compromised immune system.

When the world started opening up again, the natural witch still did not pay much mind, content with his plants.  He went on with his routines unfazed.  Though often gone for work--such as yet another Apocalypse needing to be averted--Julian would occasionally call Rene for help or advice regarding a hiccup or snag he’d come across, and of course Rene provided that assistance without even a hint of protest.  

While hiking during the Spring Equinox, he came across a very large black cat with a white patch on her chest who started to follow him on his trek.  Immediately recognizing her as a cat-sìth on her last and therefore permanent transformation, he shared his lunch with her, and she naturally followed him back to Delacroix manor where she was welcomed into the family as Kate.  Not only was she given her own place at the kitchen table, but due to the expanse of the manor, she had also been given her own room...though she rarely used it, preferring to sleep on Rene’s bed with him.  Kate left the birds alone and proved herself to be a formidable mouser.

While not technically a familiar, she was certainly close to one--frequently near him, dancing with him, even going as far as to help Rene with fetching ingredients or tools without even being asked, like she was in tune with what he needed at the moment. 

Anjelah, being Scottish herself, was initially uncomfortable with inviting a cat-sìth into their home, but quickly warmed up to the witch-turned-feline when she saw how attached and helpful Kate was toward Rene.  Sometimes, scary things aren’t so scary if you just take the time to really know and understand them.

Occasionally, Anjelah gave his hair a quick trim in the kitchen, keeping it at his shoulders and he often kept the locks pulled back in a loose ponytail.  She made note of how tall he was, how much healthier and happier he seemed now, and congratulated him when his eighteenth birthday came and went, having finally made it to the adulthood he’d been denied in life.

Little did they know just yet that, due to that early demise in life and the connection he still had to his old body with the vertebrae in his neck, Rene could no longer age beyond his final day.  Physically, he would spend the rest of his life as a seventeen-year-old...that is, until he was able to finally reclaim his body and fully restore himself.

But none of them knew this yet, after all, he was now only nineteen...and it was nigh impossible to tell if he was just aging slowly or if he would always be like this.  Perhaps they would notice in a few more years, but for now, they all remained oblivious.

For now, there was peace.

For now, they were happy.

[sabertoothinyellow-blog]

Trini made her way into detention with a bored yawn, though that was nothing new. Most kids hated detention, but for certain teens with color preferences, detention had its perks. Without missing a beat, Trini took a seat and scanned the room, wondering which of the other rangers had shown up already. Catching sight of Billy sitting in his usual seat, Trini scribbled a note (Sup B? Hear anything from the others today?) on a sheet of paper before folding it and sending it zipping towards the teen.

[srta-floor-blog]

[parangpara5724]

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