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“Look Kelso, I’ve never felt this way about a girl before, and that pretty much beats our third grade pact. I’m sorry but I want to be with her.”
Distractions were the only thing that was keeping the Delore witch going, keeping the tingles of sadness and pain at bay and the tears to stop falling down her face until she was sleeping, only to have nightmares that jolted her awake to cry all over again. “Okay,” she finally said to break silence around her. “Worst ---- pick up line you’ve ever heard. Go.”
-- allison gilbert.
‘‘– I know, I know.. you’re going to think I’m insane for coming back here but I’m only going to take a few seconds, minutes.. tops.’‘ Allison said out loud to the footsteps that she heard approaching as she continued to rummage through the wreckage in hopes of finding her late mothers necklace. A treasured gift that she was too stubborn to accept to be lost. Crime scene or not? she was still determined to keep on searching for something to shine amongst the rough.
Her skin crawled as the moments passed, Tatum had been trying to keep everything in order and trying her best to keep everything the same as it had always been, her attitude slowly beginning to shine as per usually despite her internal promise to begin practicing the magic that she had handed down to her. Unable to ask her elder siblings to even sit down with her for breakfast, she knew that asking them to help her practice definitely wasn’t an option at this rate. “I’m ---- gonna just stay back here. Try and find whatever the hell you wanted quickly, it’s creepy as fuck out here.”
-- charlotte bronson.
“Yes, yes. Everyone and their brother is dead and the house was reduced to rubble. Do be a darling and turn to a different page of your internal newspaper, I’m afraid I’ve heard that sob story one too many times. The repetition is exhausting at this point.”
“Then don’t fucking repeat it,” the witch finally let fall from her lips in a hissy tone, anger radiating off her body before she let her grip on the table top to ease, knowing that getting angry was only going to make the situation worse, with her lack of control over her powers and her emotions bouncing off the walls every place she forced herself to go.
-- brennan gautier.
“You really shouldn’t express condolences, it was only a house.” Many others had lost their lives, the Delore parents and a Knight included. Memories Brennan could look back on could be considered insignificant in comparison to those who would never live to see another day.
Keeping her head down towards her drink but her ears open, she couldn’t help but finally let a small smile form on her red lips, finally turning to look at the original werewolf. “---Thank you,” she said once the other left, leaving only her and Brennan. “Not many would give a shit if they lost their whole house, you know?”
-- diana knight.
“Jamie.” Fingers intertwining with her best friend’s, she nodded in complete understanding at the sheer numbness that the witch must have been experiencing. That had been Diana’s reality for over a year now and it neither ebbed nor worsened, which she supposed was the most excruciating part— a constant limbo. “How hard can someone who’s that tall be to find? I mean, Savannah had to have pushed him out… Or Thalia… Or Maddox…”
“I thought left ---,” she stopped her question instantly, knowing very damn well that he must have came back if it was causing her best friend to go into a panic to try and find him. Allowing her fingers to grip tightly onto Diana’s she began to walk towards the fire that was slowly dying around the home but staying far enough that they wouldn’t harm themselves. “He could even be further than we think, he could’ve taken off the moment it started or someone could’ve taken him home and away from it,” she said quietly as she tried to think of the best case scenario.
-- emily ainsworth.
People here were really in a despairing mood, which in all was killing Emily’s vibe. All she wanted was to meet her brother, see him again and in hopes on working on their relationship once more, this time she was here to stay, stay by his side. So when the women, told her that he was out, her eyes darted towards the door. Her tongue itched to inquire as to wear but she didn’t want to have the meaningless chit chat. Just as she was about to turn her heel the other introduced herself. “Pleasure it is Ms. Tatum. I suppose the looks is a give away as to who I am, so no introductions on my behalf is to be given. Mind I ask what are you doing in my brother’s house?”
“That but most so the fact that you barged in and asked why I was in your brothers house,” the witch stated as she stayed curled up in the corner of the couch, refusing to move even if the other was making it known that she wasn’t interested in her sitting there, in Jeremiah’s home. “Been staying here since ---,” she paused as her eyes darted towards the ice cream in her hand. “Just been staying here. He shouldn’t be long, sure he was just getting food or whatever,” she stated before turning her head towards the television. “You’re free to sit if you want, not like you need my permission.”
-- jeremiah ainsworth.
He acted like things didn’t get to him – or that he had sympathy because it caused too many entanglements in his life. But watching Tatum come undone cause of her parent’s death, well that was like watching a mirror. It felt like he was being transported in a time machine. Jeremiah had been 31 years old when he lost his parents, but age was just a number. Everyone at every stage of their lives needed their parents. No child should ever have to stand there and watch their parents get killed and not be able to do anything. All these centuries later Jeremiah still blamed himself for his parent’s death – for Isabella’s death as well. Out of all the lives that he had taken away, it was only those three that kept him up at night. This was the only time that he could tell Tatum that he knew exactly what she was feeling. That if he could’ve sheltered her from anything it would’ve been this. Her question caused him more ache than he thought a question could carry. “No.” It would be easy to – if he could, but she was a witch and vampires couldn’t compel witches. Even if he could, he wouldn’t. This wasn’t the time to remind Tatum that she lacked some knowledge in her witch craft, so instead, he would just take the blame. “You’re a lot stronger, You are not giving yourself credit. Take this loss and make it yours, Tatum. Don’t let it consume you. Don’t fall a victim to the pain and the loss. Trust me, I know you think you’re broken but you’re not.” Jeremiah nodded as she responded to him with her actions of tightening her arms around his neck. “You will come out stronger. I will be there for you for each step. Just promise me – no magic – no supernatural – you do this on your own – with your family – you have siblings left – you have friends – you have me. You’re Tatum Delore, you have never taken the easy way – don’t start with this. That will haunt you more. ”
On any normal day, Tatum would’ve been fully aware of his incapability to compel her because of her witchy nature, that it was actually impossible for her to forget the sight that she managed to witness and once that thought would make way into her head, it would only cause her to go into a deeper and quicker spiral downhill, knowing that she would have to live with the last memory of her parents being alive would be their clothing and flesh being ignited by a flame herself and her whole family was incapable of stopping. His voice was soothing, causing her to more so listen to it rather than the words that were spewing out of his lips in such a protective and loving nature that she internally wished she was paying attention, knowing that no other time would Jeremiah be saying such things. When they finally entered the home, Tatum wiggled her way out of his grip easily but carefully and allowed her high heeled shoes to slip from her fingertips and her eyes try to find something that was welcoming and warm about the place she had entered, knowing that her own home was going to feel less and less like home over the course of not having her parents around. Not being able to wake up to their loving voices, or to their home-cooked breakfasts, the kisses on the forehead her mother would give her or the teasing jokes that her father would said quickly so that only she would hear. Her whole body ached, feeling as though she took all the little things for granted, the little things that wouldn’t ever come to light once again. Taking a deep breath, Tatum turned towards the vampire as she held back more tears that were threatening to fall down her cheeks. “Can you ----,” she paused before reaching out and taking his hand. “Help me get cleaned up, please? I don’t ----- fuck, I don’t want to be alone right now,” she finally said through small and short breaths between, tugging on his hand slightly.
-- emily ainsworth.
Upon her arrival to Salem’s Point, Emily felt as if she just walked into hell itself. It didn’t take her long to pick up on the gossip that everyone was raving about. So when the news hit her she instantly became in a panic because she knew her brother was here. After asking several residents for directions she finally stumbled upon her brother’s house, in which she made herself welcome to. Pushing the door open she took a few steps inside, “Jer?!” She called out taking a few more steps inside making herself known in his living room. That was when her eyes graced someone that was not her brother. “Who the hell are you? And where is my brother?”
@tctumdelore
The death of her parents had loomed over her for days, making a large black cloud that followed her around every place she thought would bring her happiness, Jeremiah's place was the only safe haven she knew when Danny didn’t answer her calls and silent pleads of help. Curled up in her usual corner, face empty of the make up she usually put on professionally with her slim fingers and artist flicks of her wrist, her hair tangled up in a messy ponytail and her legs covered by a blanket while her upper half was practically drowning in one of Jer’s shirts. Eyes moving from the television to the woman speaking towards her in a some-what aggressive tone, Tatum slowly pulled the spoon out of her mouth and swallowed the ice cream it left. “He’s out,” she said slowly before sitting up straighter. “I’m Tatum ----- you must be Emily.”
-- jeremiah ainsworth.
He wanted to locate the words to tell her that she was going to be ok. Though he didn’t know if that was the actual truth. Had Jeremiah turned out ok after his parents were taken from him? Wasn’t that about the time that he managed to kill thousand of innocent individuals, where he had been loyal to his older brother? And wasn’t it true that there were moments where he missed who he had been before losing them? Instead of letting this internal battle of his come out he just scooped her up with her arms and picked her up. She was not going to be ok. This was not going to heal anytime soon but he was going to be here for her. He stayed in silence as he pushed through the crowds of people.
There wasn’t a single protest that came from the witches mouth as she was so easily picked up into the vampire’s arms, her body leaning against him instantly and her head pressed against his shoulder. It was clear to almost anyone that was around them at that instant that Tatum Delore was broken, that there wouldn’t be a safe haven for her happiness for a long time. Taking in a deep breath, she prayed that the vampire holding onto her would understand that, that despite their bickering and constant need to get on each others nerves that he would understand right now, she probably needed him more than ever. Finally pulling back enough to look at him while he continued walking, her arms moved around his neck loosely. “If I -----,” she paused, trying to think of a way to word what she was about to ask. “If I wanted it to stop ------ would you do it?” She asked quietly, eyes looking at him while they internally begged for honesty.
-- savannah delore.
It gripped at her, like a vice. A force around her heart that threatened to tighten with every pained whimper that fell to her sisters lips. Torn between wanting to destroy the world if it meant she never had to hear her sister cry again – and wishing that she could feel some relief in tears, though they never truly came. They need us. Their parents were gone.. and that left Ethan and herself as the pillars of the Delore family – the name, the coven. They need us. And even though death was the most prominent thing in Savannah’s life, she had to forget that – she needed to forget all of it, so that her younger siblings could feel all of it, and maybe one day – one day it’d be okay for them. It was going to be okay – For Tatum and Wren, one day it would be okay. Savannah couldn’t think about the fact that her best friend was lying on the ground, lifeless only feet away, she couldn’t think about how it felt, watching her parents disintegrate into nothing at all, how loudly she’d screamed or how much she’d fought to get through the crowd quickly enough — or how much she’d failed. Swallowing back the lump in her throat that threatened tears of her own at the very real truth to Tatum’s words — one spell, if they’d known the right one, if they’d known the chant that filled the air, maybe they might have been able to stop it. Pulling her arms back from her sister, she brushed back a strand of her younger sisters hair, her brows knitting together tightly as she shook her head, “No, no..” She repeated until she knew Tatum was listening. “Don’t do this.. Don’t do this to yourself, Tatum. This isn’t your fault, none of this is your fault.” Tatum didn’t know better – she’d always struggled, and Savannah had never thought to judge her for that.. but the fact stood, Ethan and Savannah were two of the most capable witches aside from their own parents, and that fact had her choking on her own words before they broke the air. “T–this.. we couldn’t have.. “ She inhaled a shaky breath, pulling her sister back in until she could bury her own uneasy breath and the silent drops of salt water into Tatum’s hair. “—–We all failed.”
Failure had been the key word to every description under Tatum’s name. Not only was she almost flunking her classes in college, but she also was failing at being the witch her parents wanted her to be, the witch she had been trained to be. The words seemed desperate, as though she was crying for attention because of her inability to be a good at something that was simply handed to her, she had a family filled with patient people that were willing to sit down and teach her the ways of spells and controlling her power but instead she shrugged her shoulders and ignored it at her own will, crying about not being able to know a spell to stop such a fire was something Tatum would’ve laughed over on a regular day, called the person an attention seeker; at least that was until it happened to her. Everything rushed into her body, every rude thing, every knife she had stabbed into other peoples backs just to keep her name on top and her ego at a higher point than others, it all came crashing down on her as though there was already multiple tears and cracks in the installation. “Are we going to be okay?” The younger Delore finally asked as she gripped tightly onto her sister, almost begging her for the right answer while her voice cracked under the pressure of still not feeling good enough; a feeling she pushed do deep in her core she had been certain it would never rise until this moment. Savannah had always been a role model -- along with Ethan and even her younger brother who was excelling at life better than Tatum. “I just don’t think I can go home,” she finally whispered against her sisters shoulder, tears tightening the skin along her cheeks. “I don’t think I can walk home knowing that they’re not a few steps behind us.”
-- finley darius.
“Water, of course” she was gone for a few minutes before she returned with a bottle of water, and a bottle of something a little stronger for herself to calm the nerves. The last thing Tatum needed was someone having a bloody nervous breakdown right in front of her. “People usually offer up kind words and reassurance right now but I know it wont help” she was speaking from her own very haunting experience. “But What I will say is I am here for you, for what ever you need – if you want to yell, I’ll yell with you, if you need a shoulder to cry on, mines all yours – if you want a freaking lollipop you can damn well expect me to get you one .. anything, you need, T.”
As she watched the Darius walk away, she almost felt her heart strings move with her, terrified that she wasn’t coming back after the loss of her two parents were fresh wounds with salt being poured on them as the seconds passed by. Brushing hair out of her face, sweat beads forming along the back of her neck and her forehead to cause the loose strands to cling onto her face uncomfortably. “Thank you,” was the two words that Tatum could push out as she gripped tightly onto the water bottle before opening it and taking a long drink, welcoming the cold liquid happily as it made it’s chilled adventure towards her stomach, slowly settling the wooziness that was previous. “Really ------ thank you for not sitting here and trying to relate or telling me it’s going to be okay so some ----- fucked up bullshit,” she said through the tears still streaming, sniffling soon after. “I don’t fucking ----- know what I need right now. I need my mom.”
-- carlos diaz.
“Okay” he took her hand when she held it out, knowing that she probably would need it, and wanting to comfort her somehow, he lost his mom before he could even meet her, she died giving him birth, and his dad died of an overdose, but that was after he was away from home already, and he barely knew him, so it was not the same. Though sometimes he sees himself sad about his mom, and about his dad, that weren’t able to save himself. “I am sorry…”
“Everyone’s sorry,” she stated as she squeezed tightly on the hand that was given to her before letting it go completely, finding no comfort in the hand given to her as it didn’t hold the same blood that rushed through her body. Never once had Tatum been so dependent on her family until this moment, her body craving the embrace of her brothers or the sweet sound of her sisters voice, she had always been the independent one; the one that rushed off in the sight of danger and laughed when people were frightened, until the moment she managed to become the frightened one. “Just tired of the word, it become foreign after so long.”
-- mackenzie hale.
There would be no I’m sorry falling from her lips, even though she was immensely sorry for Tatum’s all too recent loss, instead Kenzie remained exactly as she was as the pair hugged in silence; before it was broken by the heartbreaking sound of a truth that was unable to be escaped. As the words hung in the air, not really needing a reply as nothing would sooth Tatum’s heartache, the vampire pulled back from the hug just a little, enough to see the witch’s face while allowing a hand to move the hair from Tatum’s face before speaking. “I know —- I saw. No one could do anything, Tatum. But they didn’t deserve that….”
Her whole twenty four years of life, Tatum had never experienced a death that was invested to her every day living, and having two at once was just enough to make the usual carefree and nothing but happy Delore witch crumble so far into the ground that she couldn’t even begin to think of crawling out of the hole, almost scared that if she would try, the dirt surrounding her would bury her underneath with them. Pulling away when she felt the loose arms of Kenzie, she finally let the vampire see her mascara stained face as her breathing tried to get itself under control. “I wouldn’t ----- no one deserved that,” she finally said through breathing hitches, her hands shaking at her sides. “Everyone saw it ------ not just my family, the whole town.”
-- camilla chavez.
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“I ---- guess you can stay. Just don’t try and throw all that ‘I know what you’ve been through’ bullshit in my face.”
-- ethan delore.
“Hey, Tatum, come on.” He pleaded, voice soft as he knelt down into her eye line. “This wasn’t your fault, okay? I tried too. I couldn’t stop it either, none of us could. The fire - it was too powerful, there was nothing we could’ve done.” While it may have been true, it didn’t stop him from feeling the exact way his sister did. That they could’ve done more, that their parents needed them, that they failed. He failed his parents, and now he was failing his siblings too. “No spell would’ve saved them. We couldn’t save them.”
“You ----- couldn’t?” Her voice sounded so broken, so childish and begging for just another embrace from her brother as the seconds passed. It was almost a small wave of relief that rushed over her as she was told by her eldest sibling that he wasn’t capable of saving them either, that it wasn’t just Tatum that messed up the wording or incapable of understanding the witching chants that took over the ballroom moments before the fire was ignited. “I didn’t -----,” she paused quickly, almost incapable of asking her brother if she wasn’t the reason her parents weren’t even able to be buried because of their ashes being mixed in with the debris that was crashing to the ground. “----Are Vannah and Wren okay?”
