#silentsufferers

[protectxrsa]

@silentsufferers  /  seraphina.

    she’d  been  in  this  town  for  little  over  three  days,  but  she’d  already  learned  as  much  as  she  wanted  to  about  its  residents.  the  cliche  b&b  owner  whose  establishment  she  was  currently  calling  home,  the  overly  chipper  barista  that  always  served  her  morning  coffee.  the  florist  she’d  visited  on  a  whim,  though  hadn’t  ended  up  buying  anything  from.  it  was  all  typical  of  a  town  this  size  and  frankly  ?  she  was  growing  bored.  escaping  the  city  was  always  a  relief  at  times,  she  always  felt  happier  in  a  smaller  town  like  this  one  with  easy  access  to  the  natural  world  with  which  she  felt  somewhat  bonded  to.  but  she  could  never  make  these  short  stays  permanent.  town  life  was  so  dull  in  comparison  to  the  city  she  knew  and  loved. 

   it  was  on  the  third  day  that  the  local  she  was  chatting  to  in  the  coffee  shop  had  lowered  his  tone  slightly  when  she’d  asked  about  anyone  interesting  to  get  to  talk  to  here  and  her  brows  rose  in  curiosity.  a  grown  man  living  alone  in  the  middle  of  the  woods,  only  visiting  once  a  week  that  nobody  knew  anything  about  ?  well  wasn’t  that  a  horror  story  just  waiting  to  happen.  a  slight  smile  had  tilted  her  scarlet  lips  at  the  challenge.

   it  was  on  the  same  day  that  she’d  spotted  the  man  that  had  been  described  to  her  walking  into  what  had  quickly  become  her  favourite  coffee  shop,  and  the  smile  tilted  her  lips  once  more.  heeled  boots  clicked  against  the  flooring  as  she  entered  the  cafe,  sending  a  flirtatious  smile  at  the  barista  whilst  eyeing  the  mysterious  man  queuing  ahead  of  her.  she  waits  to  collect  her  order  before  moving  to  the  table  he’d  claimed,  dropping  gracefully  into  the  seat  opposite  him.  “  so --  ”  she  never  was  a  fan  of  small  talk.  painted  lips  tilt  in  an  interested  smile,  one  eyebrow  quirked.  “  what’s  your  deal ?  ”

[lameutedemccall]

It had been a while now since everything had happened, since his friends had teamed up and rescued him from the hunters. While his body had begun to recover quite quickly, Scott’s mind was taking longer to heal from his captivity. Together, his mother, Chris and him had decided he would do better away from Beacon Hills for a while, away from everything else. They had found a place in the woods, secluded and away from people where he would have peace and quiet to deal with things.

He had moved in that very weekend, on his own no less, to work on himself and deal with his trauma without the distractions of the city. His mother and Stiles had been urging him to let them come along, but he knew this was something he had to do on his own. So he lived on his own, just him and nature and the wolf inside him. He would wash up at the river, wander the woods, cook outside, eat outside and go running, or work out as slowly his senses seemed to return to him, because he began picking up soft sounds and subtle scents from the other side of the river. 

Then one day, as he sat by the river, a sudden sound made him look up in surprise. A man stood on the other side, and while he watched him for a moment, Scott had felt anxiety wash over him. While at first he tried to avoid the other, it soon became clear that this man lived on the other side. And the presence of the other became a certain reassurance to him. 

A distant friend in a way, even though they hadn’t really spoken. Still, during one of his runs he came across the other man’s home. A little curious, he glanced around with a light frown on his face as he watched the place in silence, blinking and looking up when he heard a sound behind him. 

@silentsufferers

[lameutedemccall]

Corey knew he had died. He also knew that he had been brought back and that he was no longer just human, if he had ever even been human to begin with. His death, even though everyone thought it was simply a mistake in the hospital, had been as real as the air he was inhaling right now. And the memory to it was enough to give him shivers. Even now, a few days after he’d returned, he still seemed to feel this chill around his heart. As if something wasn’t quite right. 

While Theo had told him to go about and act normal, Corey couldn’t help try not to be noticed however. He tried to blend in, ignored the whispers and glances and just pretended that he had no idea they were talking about him. He knew Scott and his friends were also focusing on him, and if anything, it mainly just stressed him out. 

So he tried be spend his time alone, finding lonely places to eat and be at peace while the rest of the school bustled with life and noise. He sat on his own again today as well, his tray with food on his lap as he picked at it, sighing a little. 

@silentsufferers

[protectxrsa]

@silentsufferers  //  darcy.

     “  i  know  you  don’t  like  it,  brother.  but  please,  what  do  you  expect  me  to  do  ?  just  stand  back  and  allow  this  to  happen  ?  he  is  blood,  quinn.  i  cannot  turn  my  back  from  him.  think  about  the  consequences  of  that  ?  things  would  end  up  so  much  worse,  i  assure  you.  ”  he  inhales  a  deep  breath  through  his  nose,  one  hand  moving  to  rub  at  tired  eyes.  “  i  know  that  you  think  he  doesn’t  deserve  my  help,  but  i  can’t  sit  back  and  do  nothing.  ”

[omniaxsolus]

@silentsufferers  //  sc.

     “  okay  so  i  could  really  do  with  one  of  those  muffin  things  that  milo  bakes  and  i  need  it  right  now.  ”  walking  alongside  fraser,  a  smile  lifts  his  lips.  “  do  you  wanna  come  ?  i’ll  even  buy  you  one ?  ”  both  eyebrows  raise  in  anticipation  of  the  other  accepting  his  offer.  “  besides,  i’ve  had  a  rubbish  day  so  i  could  really  do  with  being  cheered  up.  ”

[lameutedemccall]

🎼 (for Gabriel and Kasandra?)

[song]

“The strange peace of storm...”

[lameutedemccall]

fight [for scott and asher]

fight :   my  muse  stops  your  muse  from  getting  into  a  physical  fight  with  someone  else.

Scott had no idea who that person was or why Asher seemed so set to actively kick his ass. But he had no intention on letting it happen, because while he did not doubt that Asher was stronger than he probably looked, he did not quite want him to get beat up. So straining slightly to hold him back, Scott tried to speak calmly to him, to help him relax. “Asher, come on dude … let’s just walk away … I don’t know who he is, or what he did, but you are not gonna fight okay? I’m not gonna let you.”

[lameutedemccall]

scream [for scott and christof]

scream :   my  muse  hears  your  muse  scream  and  quickly  runs  to  their  side.

Scott had just been minding his own bussiness on his side of the river. Doing some push-ups to distract himself after the nightmares that had kept him up at night. But when the scream came, he was up on his feet faster than he ever could’ve imagined. He recognised that voice, the man that lived across the water … Not even bothering to put on a shirt, he began to run, with his feet bare and still in the shorts he’d slept in, his hair a mess as he made his way to the bridge, getting to the other’s house in mere minutes.