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[bornofdarknessandlight-blog]

“Someone better explain to me what the actual fuck went down here? And they better do it in ten words or less or heads will begin flying. And I don’t mean that figuratively.” [ @mercurics && @espcrando ]

[wickedwclves]

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[venerdi]

It’s been days, and she’s not drawn a thing.

Nothing.

Not one single drawing.

Any other time when she wouldn’t want to draw, she’d be filling notebooks, but now that she’s desperate to? Radio silence from her powers.

At the moment, she’s too tired to even cry, so she sits in a random empty room of the Selvaggio estate and hangs her head, pencil hovering over a depressingly blank page in her sketch book.

[necroticemery-blog]

On the Horizon || Jackson

@jackson-selvaggio

Emery’s presence had been rather scarce as of late. Aside from mandatory meetings and participation in the Initiative assault, he’d been avoiding much of the Syndicate for a few weeks now. Becoming more anti-social, staying in more, seemingly brooding. With Bruno’s loss still fresh, he couldn’t quite handle what happened during his encounter with Gwen. The sudden gut-wrenching feeling that stopped him in his tracks, tilted his world on its axis, threw him for a loop. He’d kept it to himself, unsure what to do. He knew she’d survive the assault beforehand, the sense had been a ways off - a several months at least. But the fact of the matter was, he hadn’t said anything. 

It was a double-edged sword regardless of the choice he’d make. Tell or not tell - and who? Rhys had ultimately been the first one he confided in about it just the other night. It was then that he decided he had to talk to Jackson. The Selvaggio sibling he trusted the most, had spent the most amount of time with. Perhaps he’d been avoiding them since Bruno was killed. He hadn’t given it much direct thought, finding it easier and better on his sanity to bury it along with most everything else.

That evening though he found himself pacing the grounds just outside the Estate. He’d come over unannounced after taking a long bike ride along a stretch of the PCH for the view. Help get his thoughts straightened out. And after he’d exhausted himself somewhat, he finally went inside to seek Jackson out.

[whelanesque]

Are You There? || Rhys

@rhysxarcher

Sebastian stood outside of the house, minutes ticking by though he was hardly aware of the passing of time as he stared at the homely structure. Far different from the skyscrapers and brownstones of New York. But this was where his search had ultimately led him. Rhys had to be here. It was the end of the line. He was nervous, and he was exhausted. Body aching from his latest scuffle with Initiative agents he’d come across and couldn’t leave alive. That was in Colorado two days prior. He probably looked far worse than he actually felt at the moment, but the anger-fueled adrenaline was still coursing through his veins. Why couldn’t he just work up the nerve to knock on the door? A fleeting thought crossed his mind, a fear, that what if he was mistaken? What if he hadn’t put the pieces together right. What if it was another, more elaborate trap? What if he was kidding himself and Rhys was dead after all? Maybe he was better off not knowing. And if he was alive, maybe he was better off staying away. It was difficult to find his way there which meant it wasn’t supposed to be found. What if he was just inviting trouble? He couldn’t do that to him. But Seb just had to know, if the one person he’d cared about more than anyone else was still alive, was okay. Was only steps away inside the house whose doorstep he couldn’t seem leave. His blue gaze was fixed with hope and uncertainty. After several more long moments he finally made up his mind and raised his fist, rapping his knuckles upon the door with purpose, almost deciding to immediately turn around and walk away before anyone would even have the chance to answer. But he remained, feet planted and stomach in knots, eyes cast downward as he worried his lower lip with his teeth.

[necroticemery-blog]

Not Too Late || Ailie

@ailiestewart

It was around 10:30pm and Ailieen was on her way over. She had texted him uncharacteristically and while it took him by surprise, he wasn’t at all upset about it. Although he was a little nervous. Despite all the time they’d spent together in Japan, he never once set foot in her hotel room and neither had she in his. That was where they drew the line. Nothing too personal. This however felt personal. He smoked on his front stoop waiting for her arrival. Em had completely forgotten to mention that he had Foxtrot. They just never shared personal details before so it didn’t occur to him to do so now. Hopefully she didn’t mind dogs. Fox was going to love her.

He wasn’t sure why he felt anxious. He supposed it was s number of things. However he didn't want to focus on it. Didn't want to feed into it. So instead, he stood out in his backyard finishing a cigarette, sliding doors left open so he could hear the front if she arrived before he was done. Though Fox would certainly alert him to any visitors regardless. He was a vocal dog and often argued with or bickered at Em on an almost daily basis over something. Whether it was wanting to go for a walk or not wanting to leave the beach or attention, Fox let his human know and he wasn’t subtle about it.

It occurred to him that aside from the coffee shop, this would their first time really interacting since Japan. They were fairly quiet at meetings and gatherings and often didn’t even occupy the same immediate space. He wasn’t sure if the avoidance was deliberate or not for either of them. If they did run into each other it was brief and cordial, rather awkward. As if they were total strangers to one another. The coffee shop was nice though, more like they had been in Japan.

[necroticemery-blog]

Work It Out || Kass

@kass--thetelepath​

He didn’t spend much time at the Selvaggio Estate. He didn’t attend many of the dinners. It wasn’t for a total lack of disinterest, but he was generally busy on those designated nights. Perhaps he planned it that way. He wasn’t sure. He hadn’t given it any thought. But Emery did find himself visiting the property more and more, in the early hours of the morning generally. He used the gym to work out stress when he couldn’t sleep. Which lately seemed to be a lot. Most days, actually. Sometimes other members were there, other times he was entirely alone. Either way, he kept to himself usually. He used the boxing equipment mainly. Weight training and exercises requiring little-to-no equipment he did at home. He also ran with his dog. 

Though his time spent training at the Estate was reserved for boxing, Em occasionally thought about finding a sparring partner. So he could continue to refine his hand-to-hand technique and improve upon his movements. But he just never approached anyone. He kept to himself while his demons scratched around inside his head. 

It was 4am and Emery was throwing punch after punch in various succession at the sandbag dangling from the ceiling in the corner. He’d broken a bit of a sweat, but he was focused, precise and graceful in his punches and form. It all seemed very automatic, habitual, rigorously practiced and perfected. He’d been boxing for several years. Since he was a kid. He learned at a local gym where he’d grown up.

[kayamoreau-blog]

Heartsigh || Kaia & Alessandra (Flashback)

@alessandradupoint

The snow was three feet deep, fuck Alessandra for making her walk to her house in it. Fuck Alessandra for not telling her that her uncle had died. Fuck Alessandra for making her hear the news on her goddamn Facebook page. How had those people heard about it before she did? Fuck Alessadra for not answering her calls. Fuck Alessandra, period. They were supposed to be friends, they were supposed to be there for each other. She was there when her mother had started to die, slowly, but surely, and she was there when she had been visiting her mom. Alessa had been the person she’d call in the middle of the night while her sister held their mother. Alessa had been the one person who didn’t hate her for being selfish.

She could tell her almost everything, aside from her fire, aside from her time with Echo. But almost everything was the closest Kaya got to telling someone anything. She had the right to be mad about her falling off of the radar, disappearing without a trace, even if she was grieving. They didn’t get to grieve alone when they had each other. She could hear her mother chiding her, telling her not to go, her fingertips were itching to burn. To light something on fire, to watch it turn to dust. Her emotions couldn’t stay locked up for long, but she needed to see her friend, needed answers, needed to make sure that she was okay.

The knock never came, there was no warning of her arrival. She just let herself into her friend’s home, and there she was, standing there. She looked wrecked. Her eyes were sunken, dark circles around them, and there was something different. Something... wrong that Kaya couldn’t place. “You never answered my calls,” she said, her voice hard. “You just fucking disappeared. Why? I could have been here. You...” she wrung her hands, a weak attempt at controlling the fire itching to come out of her. “You aren’t supposed to just fucking leave.”