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+ @wclfout (jed)
“You’re spending the summer here too?” Floribeth queried quietly. “So do I.” The petite vampire ran a hand through her hair before she offered: “It probably won’t help much, but I’ve got a bunch of video games in my room. It drives Drusilla – my roommate – up the wall.” A soft chuckle escaped her lips. “’Sides, my first check in with Dorian won’t be for a while.”
+ @wclfout (rafael)
“Can I ask you something?” Floribeth’s voice was feather soft. “Do you know?” Know what? “The reason for the animosity between our species. I mean, not in the broader sense. I know why that is. But, you know. Here. At school. Brock called me names again. And that’s fine. I mean, it’s not fine, but it’s not like I’m not used to it. And---and he can’t say anything because he shares his name with that one Pokemon dude! But still... I’m not doing anything to you all.” Except, you know, crushing on Jed from afar, but that’s a different thing entirely.
floribeth dalisay + instagram ft. @wclfout and @triguilt
hospital : my muse awakens in a hospital, finding your muse by their side, asking what happened. (right after cassie tho 👀)
The last few hours had been total hell. Worse than anything any foster father could have put them through, Landon figured. What else could be worse than losing the one person that meant everything to you? Nearly losing, he corrected to try and remind himself that all wasn't lost. The panic that had set in when they'd gotten the call was unbearable, but he'd had to pull himself together so as to not show any weakness to Hector and Maria. He still wasn't sure what their reaction would be other than to tell him to pray. That alone set his teeth on edge even more. Seeing Raf had eased some of the anxiety, though, it wasn't exactly soothing to see him covered in cuts and bruises.
He stayed, though. Landon would always stay, just like Raf would for him. Whatever happened, it was them together, and he wasn't going to go back on his word even if it seemed stupid for him to curl up in the hospital chair and wait for him to wake up. And fuck, he hadn't even realized what he was going to have to tell him when he woke up– So when he finally did, the words stuck in his throat for what seemed like hours before he finally choked them out. "Cassie.. didn't make it." They were barely above a whisper, but he held onto Raf's hand tightly, just in case. "Do you need– Do you want me to let you.. uh, do you need some water, dude? What do you need? I'm here."
31. a kiss on the palm. - from jed
spots to kiss flori // @wclfout (jed)
“oh no, i---i’m not... no,” floribeth tells jed. “i’m not a singer. or a performer.”
he pulls a face and she giggles as she shakes her head. “besides, why are you helping an enemy faction? shouldn’t you be, i dunno, with rafael and brock and the others? brainstorming?”
“shouldn’t you be with kaleb and mg?” jed shoots back. floribeth shrugs. “we’ll probably do another sit in protest. i know how to sit still for long periods of time. they don’t need me to practice that.”
jed wastes no time and gives her a wide grin. his eyes sparkle and she’s come to know the look on his face as the ‘i’ve got an idea’ look. “pick a quiet song, flori. a song where you won’t have to move around a lot.” or at all.
“but what if i freeze up?” the words are a whisper on her tongue.
jed gives her a kiss on her palm. “look at me. flori, look at me. listen. when that happens, find me in the crowd. i’ll be there. the wolves are last to perform this year, anyway. just pretend you’re singing for me instead. just for me. no one else.”
floribeth takes a moment to mull it over and then she smiles, nods her head. “okay.”
“yeah?”
“yeah. i’ll do it. and i do like birdy. she’s got new songs. nice songs. quiet songs.” quiet laughter escapes her lips. “i think i’ll work my way up to a cover of ok goodnight’s awake.”
“who?” jed asks, and instead of answering, floribeth moves off of her bed, and gently pulls him along with her, towards the door. “i’ll make you a playlist,” she promises, “after i’ve signed up for the talent show.”
push : my muse pushing your muse out of the way of danger.
one word prompts // @wclfout (rafael)
rafael pushes her out of the way just in time and floribeth cries: “raf!” from where she’s sprawled out on the floor. the hunters’ arrow misses him by a hair. “raf, c’mon!” floribeth gets up again, fully preparing to make an actual run for it. “we’re outnumbered! we can’t win this! and i don’t want you to die!” funny, how she says nothing about herself...
“ i went & messed up again . ” - from jed
the pain in my veins is hereditary // @wclfout
jed shows up at her dormroom at an hour that he really shouldn’t have. thankfully, drusilla’s decided to spend time with serena, and floribeth lets him in anyway. softly, she closes the door, so she won’t wake anyone up, and then jed says that he’s gone and messed up again. her brows furrow. what, exactly, did he do? other than ignoring her once school started up again. then again, she probably should’ve expected that.
he’s a werewolf. she’s a vampire. it’d never work out. romeo and juliet didn’t, either.
“you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, but the offer’s on the table. it’s okay if you want to play a video game instead to take your mind off of it all,” says floribeth, after she’s taken a moment to mull it all over in her head. “it’s your call, jed.”
palm smack them upside the head. - for sebastian fewjialdkssl
Some meme I don’t know bc this one decided to spam me.
Staying around the school had seemed like the natural choice after leaving the prison world through that mud pit Elizabeth had told him about. Realizing that his very existence had been erased from everyone’s mind only served to fuel his decision. Even if there had been a small voice at the back of his head whispering for him to do as he pleased, basked in this new kind of freedom but there was a bigger pull, the need to do Cassandra’s memory good and honor it. The need to improve in gratefulness to Elizabeth. Sebastian stayed.
The smack was unexpected and even with his vampire hearing he didn’t catch in time to move from it. A frown settled on his features and a gasp of indignation left his lips, turning to the other to smack him on the arm. “ And what, pray tell, what that for now Rafael? is your glorious pack not treating you well enough that you’ve come to annoy my very existence?.” Never had he expected such a type of relationship with a werewolf, but this new world proved to be more accepting than that in which he was born.
