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[kingjeanmoreau]

He sat staring at his hands, unable to unsee the blood that had coated them.  His blood.  Anthony didn’t think it was possible, but he could feel a fresh set of tears well up as he thought back to clutching Dante’s body, of the absolute agony he felt as they forced him to let go.  He was certain he’d done nothing but cry for the past 24 hours.  If that’s how long it’s been.  He wasn’t sure anymore.

Hearing someone approach his cell, Anthony looked over, grimacing at who it was.  “What?  Here to gloat?  Tell me how you always thought I was some psycho murderer and I’m gonna get what I deserve?”  His tone was bitter, defeat weighing heavily on the man.  Even if he was able to prove his innocence, he would have to live a life without Dante.  And on top of that, word would absolutely reach Madison and her family, and he could kiss his visitation rights goodbye.  There was nothing left for him out there.  Nothing.

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[edgarwayne]

Edgar sat at his dinning table, a cup of tea long forgotten.  He was slumped over the surface, staring at the little non-descript urn just inches from his face.   Today was a fucking nightmare.  The vampire always had a feeling God hated him, and today really solidified that notion.

Sniffling, he placed a hand atop the urn, stroking it gently.  “You finally find someone else and then you go and die.  You asshole.”  He knew Christian would come back, but...how long would it take?  And...what all would he remember?  Would he still be the same man?  

He flinched as he heard the door bell.  “That’s probably him,” he told the urn softly.  “I hope it’s okay I called him.  I...I thought it’d be for the best.”  Edgar felt a little silly, explaining himself to a pile of ashes.  But who knows, maybe Christian could hear him, and that was a comforting thought.

With a heavy sigh Edgar finally got up from his position at the table, gingerly picking up the urn.  “In case you don’t remember me, or things are different, I just...I just wanted to say it once.  I love you.  I’m with Parker and I’m falling for him as well.  He makes me happy, and I want a life with him, but...but I love you.”  

He swallowed the lump that was starting to form in his throat, grimacing as the door bell rang again.  “I hope he makes you happy,” he said quietly, pressing a kiss to the urn.  He placed it back on the table before finally making his way to the door.

Wiping at his eyes with his free hand, Edgar opened the front door with a watery smile.  “Hi, um, Rory.  Come on in.”

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[kingjeanmoreau]

Carrying the last of the Halloween stuff back into the storage shed at the farm, Anthony internally groaned seeing Rory still in here.  “Rory,” he said civilly.  Ever since his experience being a wolf, Anthony felt particularly awkward around the kid.  He still suspected him of being a werewolf but...was he one of the ones that struggled, or one of the ones that hurt people?  It’s not like he could just outwardly ask that.  And the uncertainty weighed heavily on his mind.

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[bvttlebcrn]

apparently the only place with enough land for morgan to raise his livestock was also brimming with drama. he quietly cursed kellan, wondering if his former employer had known and if he would have even warned morgan in the first place.  . . . probably not. there was a lot of work to do around here, and even though he was promised at least two allen siblings’ help, along with several other farm hands and a manager, they were hard pressed to be found––especially the second allen sibling.

when morgan finally caught sight of the mysterious brother (who he predicted was mostly farting around), he kicked into a full jog towards him, a hand extended in a wave. “howdy! we haven’t met.” ( @roryallcn​ )

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The irony of mingling among humans on Halloween made Etienne smirk, and knowing plenty of others who were not quite human were also mingling made it even more amusing. Wildemount was probably putting every other town's Halloween parties to shame. As ironic as it was, though, there were a few things Etienne could do without. Like werewolves. He had caught more than one whiff of them in the town already, and somehow them being out for a Halloween party was even more amusing than vampires being there. When he got the scent of one near the haunted house, he could not resist a verbal jab or two. "Lookin' at your dream house, then? Bet it's already a mess inside, so you ain't gotta worry 'bout wreckin' no furniture! You should move right in!"