#scribare.

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it had just begun to snow, small flakes falling from the sky leaving a slight chill in the air. even though it was only november, their place was littered boxes, a freshly placed christmas tree sitting in the corner of the room, heat cranked up, and soft music playing through the phone sitting on the counter. it definitely wasn't their first holiday spent together, yet for some reason it felt even more special than the last one. wrapped in one of garrett's hoodies, she moves throughout their little apartment, separating empty boxes into respective areas, making it easier for them to decorate their tree. cookies were in the oven, baking, not yet ready to be devoured over a cheesy movie and some cuddles. 〝 okay, i think, we can start to decorate now. 〞 arms wrap around garrett's middle, a soft smile playing on her lips as she takes in their cozy apartment.

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new experiences, new beginnings, a whole new ballgame... or well, hockey arena. even if college wasn't something he wanted to do, was something he wanted to shy away from, there was that slight comfort knowing waylan would be there. his best friend from kindergarten, the boy who ended up playing hockey alongside him all throughout middle school, high school and now what would be college. that notion made it easier for oakley when his parents told him he should go for a degree, knowing anything could happen. since the athlets tend to room together, it was no surprise the two childhood friends picked the same room and now here they were, just having said goodbye to their families, ready to start their freshman year. he sighs, plopping down on the unmade bed, looking at their dorm room which was partially decorated, he picks his head up to look at his best friend. 〝 we’re officially alone now, huh? 〞

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he already spoke with his advisors and his coaches, done what was necessary for his departure for the following school year. classes remained unpicked, his spot on the team became filled, waylan found a new roommate for the year. everything was in order. the weather got warmer, finals ended, students packed up their belongings to head home for the summer. and it was the same for the logan clan. the only difference was, the car ride back to boston, usually filled with chatter was filled with silence. he needed to come clean, needed to tell his parents the truth, because sooner than later he’d be on a plane traveling to nashville, wondering what national hockey team he’d be playing on. now seemed like the perfect moment, with sophia and blake both occupied together, logan doing some yard work, the house was just grace and oakley. his mom would understand, she’d be happy for him and could calm logan down once he found out. approaching the kitchen, oakley smiles nervously at his mother, resting his forearms on the countertop as he sucks in a gentle breath. 〝 we need to.. fly to nashville in a couple of weeks, mom. 〞

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it should have been a time for brief celebration, at least for the first years, obtaining their dragons after the threshing. for many it was, they were now able to work on their bond, perhaps the thought of surviving was more clearer, more obtainable. maybe he should have allowed the first years a little more chance at celebration, but he couldn't. he was furious, assuming that tarin made some sort of mistake. 'he doesn't make mistakes.' sgaeyl's voice was rough, causing the man to roll his eyes. xaden began to respond before sgaeyl sent him a warning, leaving his thoughts to himself. leather boots crunch under the fallen leaves, the october air casting a slight chill down his spine as he moves with an urgency. the threshing came and went, dwindling the numbers in the riders qaudrant significantly. he moved with a mission, ignoring everyone around him as he looked for one person and one person only. finally spotting her, he let out a soft breath of frustration, trudging towards violet. he sensed sgaeyl's warning again when his hand closed around violet's upper arm, turning her towards him, ignoring the stares from rhi. 〝 we need to talk. 〞

@scribare : starter from xaden riorson

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the logan’s after grace and john dropped them off at briar university : the sophomore ( oakley ) and the freshman ( sophia ), minus blake who still gets to enjoy her senior year of high school.

ps . yes , grace did cry … again

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♡  ﹕ 𝙰𝚅𝙰 , @scribare said , 〝 I’m here. 〞. . . to alex volkov.

the pacing stopped, feet echoing against the wood floors as he glances down at his watch to the time shown. late. that was all he thought as he glances back up at her, but she was in one piece. he had been working on giving her space, working on allowing her more freedom where he wasn't breathing down her neck and perhaps it was working well on the outside... yet with every passing moment alex volkov felt like he was dying. her voice was soft and sweet, his sunshine, and he gives her the slightest tip of his head, breathing evening knowing that she was okay. why wouldn't she be? 〝 you're late. 〞 harsh. alex mentally slaps himself for the tone, his hands stuffing themselves into the pockets of his dress pants as he moves towards her, and tries again. 〝 how was your day? 〞

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♡  ﹕  𝙰𝙼𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙰   , @scribare said 〝 i don’t think i can do this anymore. 〞 . . . to jake connelly

the words caught him off guard, causing jake to pause what he was doing, turning to look over at her. they had been seeing each other for months, keeping their relationship a secret, yet everyone knew that jake connelly, was off limits. even his harvard buddies who nagged him countless times, asking who he was dating, yet his lips remained sealed. millions of thoughts filled his mind, making him wonder if he did something wrong, if she assumed something. 〝 i don't, i don't understand.. do what anymore? 〞 he didn't want to believe she was talking about this, their relationship. jake wouldn't believe it, he couldn't.

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♡  ﹕  𝙵𝙴𝚈𝚁𝙴 , @scribare said , “you lied to me.” . . .

〝 feyre, 〞 her name comes out in a whisper, a hushed breath as he finally looks up at her to meet her gaze. all he wants to do is pull her into his arms and apologize, tell her that he knows it’ll all be fine, they’ll get to be a happy family and NEVER live through another war again. but he can’t. no matter how hard his heart tugs to embrace her, he doesn’t. rhysand enters, keeping a slight distance, anticipating her fury, but what hits him instead, hits him harder. his head dips at her words, knowing he deserved them. this truth was meant for them and them only, and he made the mistake of betraying that trust. every book he came across felt like an empty weight within his hands. the words eventually became jumbled together, having no meaning to him. as time went on he grew frustrated with himself, putting on a smile whenever feyre walked into the room, whenever he talked to nyx, the babe that would kill her. the babe they would lose. his love never faltered, knowing that there had to be some solution out there. and yet his honesty fell on deaf ears, a wall was put up and time ceased to exist. she deserved his honesty and he couldn’t give it to her.

he lied to hide the truth, nesta's anger spilling it to his mate, that she would die and the babe would die alongside her. rhys was fueled by anger, yet he never anticipated feyre to be mad at him... perhaps at the calderon, but not him. 〝 feyre, darling. I didn't tell you because i thought i could find a way stop it. 〞