#ruleandtwilight

[maverickmontana]

“I’m on break,” Maverick said, dismissing the person who had walked up to the counter at the coffee shop he worked at. He was making himself a coffee before sitting down, and his shift partner was dragging her feet in the back. “Someone will be with you shortly, I’m sure.” If he was in a bad mood because he’d been out with the pack all night, looking for whoever it was who had been feeding on the locals, that wasn’t the customer’s problem, and yet he had few outlets for his anger.

[elizabcthevans]

She had stumbled out of an alleyway in a town a few dozen miles away early that morning with blood dripping down her chin. Forks was crawling with her fellow vampires and wolves, who she despised, and she sensed it was almost time to ditch. If it weren’t for Abel and Ophelia, she would have.

She had cleaned herself up while she ran back, her eyes a deep scarlet, and was trying to walk at a normal speed through the main street when she ran into someone outside of the bookstore. “Watch where you’re going,” she said, her voice crisp and clear with the joy of satiated hunger, but clear annoyance with whomever she’d run into hung in its threads.

[hestiaember]

A modern playground seemed an unusual, humble place for a creature once worshipped by man, she often reflected. In a strange way, though, remaining on the edges as her children wound through tunnels, metal bars, swingsets, it was one of the places she felt most connected with what little human was left inside of her, the all-encompassing human world around her. Children always played the same, even over thousands of years, their games rarely changed and imaginations never stilled.  Winter and River were out with her today, and she chuckled to herself as she looked up from her knitting in time to catch Winter cheekily suggesting they “play” mermaids together. Winter had learned to suggest it was imaginary in public, just to be safe, though Hestia doubted anyone would question it anyways. She loved that Winter adored River’s identity as a strength, something of wonder and beauty, rather than something to fear. Someone joined her side, and she shifted her attention to the newcomer. “Hello,” she greeted with a warm smile, perpetually the welcoming committee to any new friends for her children- and herself.

[satchel-mcqueen]

Satchel was brooding.

The town of Forks had not a single decent restaurant to its name; no clubs, no opera houses, no museums, nothing to capture his attention or invite his pleasure. But he was stuck here while he babysat the baby vamp he’d accidentally turned. (Whoops.)

He stood leaning against a lamppost in the town’s only visually interesting location: the park. Even then, it was just birds coming to roost in the trees, a trickling fountain, and leaves blowing where the wind took them. “What a lovely little hamlet this is,” he said, his tone sarcastic, as someone passed by him.

[idolrhiannon]

she’d heard something outside. rhiannon was the only person left in the tiny restaurant; cleaning up had always been a drag, but even moreso now that she felt she couldn’t take a singular step without it taking up all the strength in her body, all the energy she could give it. still, she persevered, jobs needed to be done the same they’d always had. time didn’t stop for any inconvenience she encountered along the way. although, in that moment, it did feel like time stopped. if only for a second. she’d heard something outside, and it was dark outside, and she was alone. and in this town, that never meant any good, she’d learned, remembered even after she’d left for fame. now, she reached for a shotgun the restaurant kept on display, too real and too dangerous to ever pass any health and safety standards if only people knew it was loaded and ready to go. but then, no one ever came to the restaurant. except for today, it seemed. rhi stepped outside then, too fearless for someone so pregnant and tired, someone who would have no way of stopping any supernatural being even if she’d felt more like herself. it didn’t stop her.

“i know you’re here. show yourself or i’ll shoot.”

[dale-winter]

Packing his gun into the loop on his belt buckle, Dale pulled the glasses over his eyes. The sun was always sharp this early in the day, but it was also prime hunting time. 

“Can I help you?” he asked, frustrated at the interruption. Someone had given him a head sup that there was a sighting of a supernatural creature around these parts, and he’d come alone in hopes of ambushing them.

[alder-reid]

Just dinner. No big deal. Something casual. His palms still itched and stomach knotted up. Maverick had been to the house a couple of times, but only briefly, and never with Addy around. At first, he’d told himself it was because it was a risk that she get hurt or something, but after a while he’d owned up to it being pure anxiety. What if Addy didn’t like him? What if she was weird about it? What if he said something awkward, or worse- she said something awkward? He leaped up when the doorbell rang- Maverick, no doubt, he’d texted him when he left- and forced himself to not sprint to the door. When it opened, Maverick was there, and he wasn’t sure whether to feel relieved or worse. “Hi,” he greeted, stepping aside to let him in. “You look great. We’re having lasagna. I hope you like lasagna?” Alder didn’t have a lot of feelings about what they were or weren’t having for dinner, but it was something to talk about when he felt the anxious need to talk.

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[leanderwinter]

Contrary to her original hopes that a cluster of vampires and werewolves would bring her some excitement, Phoenix now sat in a dingy bar that seemed to be one of the only ones in this tiresome town. The only bit of satisfaction was brought on by cocking a brow at the bartender to bring her endless drinks for free. Cigarette in one hand, she looked up at the television hanging over a myriad of bottles containing various sorts of alcohol, watching some woman report on a tsunami swallowing the coast of some island. “I’m getting tired of the sheer nothingness,” she muttered, to no one in particular.