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[ezra-b-a]

Ez had found a quiet spot in the monastery after a brief, whispered conversation with one of the sisters. He was never religious, even the Burk’s were only Christmas and Easter Catholics,  but he could respect those who had faith and remained kind and welcoming. Especially this one sister who took pity on Ez and let him in on a secret stash of wine. He did have all intentions to share but... one glass by himself seemed fine. Right?

Ez pours his second glass as the door opens. It might have already started to have an effect. 

“Apparently it’s fine to drink if it hasn’t been blessed yet?”

[jaytheyounggun-blog]

Jason made a beeline towards the pantry when he was able to set his sac down, finally, was it just him or had that thing increased in weight since last he’d carried it? How long had he slept? Not long, it was still the crack of morning. They’d be making breakfast soon. He would like to put everything away before he ate, the ache in his belly wasn’t too bad, considering he’d eaten a can of beans just last night.

“Morning.” He greeted politely at the person at the person who entered the kitchens while he was putting away the edibles from his scavanging trip. He didn’t bother turning around around from his task, working quickly. He did that when he was as tired as he was now, attempting to get tasks done as soon as possible so he could nap in his bed. That was assuming he still had one since so many people had arrived at the Monastery. He’d really been looking forward to a bed.

[thexspitfirex]

“How about fuckin’ knockin’ when the doors closed?...it ain’t like I ain’t had this room for the past two weeks.”

[pvttycake]

Milliseconds after her gun went off, Patty shrieked, then cut it off with her hand, other one tossing the instrument of war to the side. It was early and she wasn’t exactly in a populated area, but with the amount of people within this small section of wall, there was bound to be someone. And there was. Just a few feet from where the bullet had actually landed. Great.

“Shit.” She cursed, staring wide-eyed at the person nearest to the smoking hole in the ground, briefly at a loss for words. “Don’t tell Nate.”

[coldxeyes-blog1]

Wet and Dry

Caio had just come out of the shower, cold water, what he wouldn’t do for some warmth. Though in all honesty, it probably matched his soul, cold and painful to the touch. He’d just wrapped a towel around his waist, the scar on his chest on show as he heard someone and turned quickly.

“Want to get clean? I saved the soap.”

[notsoblessedmasha]

@theruinous

There was something wrong. At least she thought so, she doubted herself, knowing so little of her new senses and yet unable to shake them. It bothered her like a thorn digging into her hand. Should she or shouldn’t she?

She had promised Daniel that she would come and let him know if she felt anything wrong, anything like he felt. Yet the person she had felt as ‘wrong’ was his husband, and she didn’t like the way that looked. He loved him, obviously, and she knew that personally she would become very defensive of someone she cared about that much if someone tried to tell her that there was something ‘wrong’ with them. Especially in the way she was implying. 

She looked for Daniel casually while she decided, not seeming urgent, but busy ‘running an errand’, this errand nameless and vague to any who asked or tried to stop her to chat.

When Masha did find him she found him on a roof, a place she wouldn’t have thought to look and wouldn’t have bothered - if not for the fact that she had, since meeting him, become aware of his energy as well. Sensing him was not unpleasant, and in fact almost familiar, so unlike sensing the darkness in her brother. So unlike sensing... well.

“Daniel, do you have a moment? It is about your husband, Ezra...” She begins, folding her arms and walking up to him, not wanting to be too loud.

[sanguisx]

     He enters the building with crimson dripping in a trail behind him, fingers      wet with red. Perhaps ghostly pale is the norm for the blood witch, but       today his steps are unsteady, the self inflicted gash running deep from      palm to wrist. “Wards are up,” Leon grumbles, injury free hand rummaging      through his pockets for a pack of fresh smokes and the lighter he’s forever      misplacing on his person. “We’ll see if it matters.”

[finedierum-blog]

another nightmare.

raegan shot up in bed, the sweat sticking her shirt to her back while she tried to regain her thoughts. there wasn’t a lot to be had right now, just the thick, heavy darkness of the room and the fading footsteps outside her door. being a light sleeper was always an issue -- especially in places like boarding school -- but sleep was already elusive these days and she tried to gather as much as she could when she could. 

but, tonight was not one of those nights. finger nails raked against her scalp and her knees pulled up into her chest. internally, she reminded herself to take deep breaths and that she was safe here.. even if her nightmares told her otherwise.

but, it was nothing a cigarette wouldn’t fix. she didn’t even bother with changing, but puled her hair up on top of her head and threw on her jacket before moving to the door and down the hallway where a voice behind her in the silence made her freeze in her tracks and spin on her heels.

“ didn’t your momma ever teach you its rude to sneak up on people? ” she asked, raising an eyebrow at them, trying to play it cool even though her heart pounded in her ears. “ it’s also a nice way to get yourself decked in the face. “