a skipping stone; an echo on the water

LORELAI 'RORY' FELLanother wolf howl baby we were born with fire and gold in our eyes

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leowallvce‌:

     “ they want to get rid of you. all of you ! ” leonard yelled, stepping impossibly close towards the werewolf, his body trembling in anger for a second before he regretted it all. he wasn’t angry at rory. he had no right to take it out on her, either. so he moved back, away from her, fingers running through his blond, curly locks. “ i had to do all that, there was no peaceful way, rory —- they made me to end you all. to rule the world by themselves. ” he said, golden hues finding her gaze. “ no. they made me into this abomination, a superior of my kind. of all kinds. so be it. i am taking what’s rightfully mine. ” then his soft blues returned, tender gaze on her as he swallowed. “ i almost told you way too many times, you know. ”

      “what are you-” her mouth opens and closes, hazel eyes blinking rapidly at the outburst. he doesn’t yell at her; not ever. but this...whatever this was was too much to bear. the truth. “they made you ??” she repeats, dread lacing her tone. her hand still clings to his shirt but now her grip loosens. “to eradicate the downworld ??” that’s what he’s saying isn’t he ?? that the clave intended for him to destroy people like her. but that doesn’t excuse the blood on his hands. glassy eyes fix upon his, twisting ache burying itself in her chest. “i wish you had.” the wolf says softly. “then it wouldn’t be too late.”

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rvmillys‌:

          ROMILLY GLANCES OVER AT HER, raising an eyebrow at her comment. it’s… a comment, that’s for sure. it promises a tantalizing story too. but whether he’s got the charm to wheedle it out of her is a question for the ages. strangers were unpredictable, what could he say? leaning his elbow against the railing, he turned to full face the wolf. ❝ well i did mean the weather, ❞ he says, ❝ but now maybe i don’t. should i change my mind? ❞

   he’s a stranger. a complete, utter stranger. and for once, that’s so goddamn relieving. because right now, she doesn’t know who, out of all the people she knows, she can genuinely trust. but this guy ?? there’s no sting of betrayal when she looks at him. no weight of guilt upon her shoulders. “depends on why you’re here.” rory shrugs, tilting her head to look him over. “seelies tend to stick out. so either you’ve wandered a long way from the institute or you’re just really fucking unlucky with the place you picked to stop by.”

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leowallvce‌:

   “ to protec– ” leo almost exclaimed immediately, taking a step closer as a desperate look appeared on his face; he had missed her so much. he never thought that one day he’d have someone that he’d feel lost without, feel cold without. but then he pressed his lips together, shaking his head. “ it has to be done. ” leo said, a struggled sigh slipping past his lips. “ you may question my ways, but you —- everyone will see that i am actually saving you. ”

     “no-” she shakes her head, instinctively reaching out for him. a hand crashes against his chest; as if she might knock some sense into him. “not good enough. that’s not an answer.” the distance between them is lessened, fingers knotting in the material of his shirt, clinging on to some shred of what used to be. “you asked for me to hear you out. i’m here. people have died, leo. good people. halloween...i...i hurt people because of a spell that you made happen. i need more than that bullshit excuse. i deserve more.”

[wilshiregossip]

The Wilshire Pack

featuring. @mcrdices @alincrosenthal @trcnsfcrmative @annabcllc @jasonfumero @masonwhat @biteveins @sunwoo-minho

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sunwoo-minho‌:

“Humor?” Minho mused. “The only humor I see is the surprised faces of the shadowhunters when they realized it was one of their own.”

      she flinches at that, unable to control the grimace that rises on her lips. “not all of them are bad, min.” rory sighs. “there are just as many downworlders on his side as there are shadowhunters.”

[nastasyafilippovnas]

[leowallvce]

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[mcrdices]

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it takes her just a moment to realise who he’s talking about. her. lily. the ghost of a girl she’d once called her best friend and he’d loved like no other. the one person they shared that could throw such turmoil into their lives just by breezing back in again. “no-” she scoffs, shaking her head. “it’s not like she sent me a postcard when she skipped town.” the wolf lingers in the doorway before moving further away from the bar entrance. not here, she thinks, letting out a disgruntled huff. “you’ve seen her then ??”

the hunter’s moon doesn’t technically open for at least another few minutes, but ben follows rory inside anyway. “yeah, i saw her.” he’s still visibly rattled, for fuck’s sake. that’s why he’s here, talking to rory. no one else would understand. “while i was awake. nevermind that i haven’t dreamed about her in like a year.” a coincidence, ben is sure. “when did you see her?” he wonders, brows drawing together as he realizes that it sounds like rory’s bumped into…her…as well.

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         enzo's used to her treating the bar like a second home; coming and going as she pleases. the beauty of having your own set of keys. so it doesn't matter that the bar isn't actually open yet; she still slides into a booth and expects that ben will follow. she'd been hoping they wouldn't have to have this conversation. that perhaps lily would steer clear of him. "a few days ago. she came to the bar." the wolf admits, apologetic grimace on her lips. "sorry I didn't give you a heads up. I figured maybe she wasn't gonna stay long enough to run into you."

[hvlfseelie-blog]

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        one look at hal’s expression and she feels guilty. it’s a topic she can’t avoid, one that is on everyone’s lips, god she wishes it was one that wasn’t so close to her. “don’t-” she waves his words off with a smile. it’s not his fault. it’s hers. “it’s fine. it’s just…everyone’s pretty on edge. things aren’t right with ben. nobody knows who they can trust because there were downworlders working with him. hell, probably half the people in here think i was in on it.” she barks out an uneasy laugh. there were a few members of the pack that remembered her reluctance to join, her animosity with ben, and had drawn the wrong conclusion. “just stay clear of the institute yeah ?? it’s not safe.”

“aren’t right,” he repeats questioningly, dark brows drawing together. his expression only contorts further as rory continues, eyes flickering around the bar more uneasily now. “you,” what is he, a parrot? no, he’s just taken aback. surely no one actually believes that rory of all people would be involved in whatever the hell is going on right now? he can’t fathom it. “if you were in on it then you wouldn’t think that the institute isn’t safe. you’d be in there living it up right now,” argues hal, smiling comfortingly at the werewolf, “not stuck here talking to me.” 

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      she's always thought of hal as a good guy. just a nice, decent person. uncomplicated. but now, in his unwavering faith in her, she's truly grateful to have him as a friend. because there are plenty of people who she's supposed to fight beside that don't have the same belief. "you're right, talking to you is the worst. maybe I should have taken my role as queen of the revolution." she teases, matching smile curving across her features. "seriously though, have you got somewhere to hide out ??"

[wclfclaws]

LILY // RORY: 

         “it’s weird.” she nods, draining her shot glass. saying it didn’t change anything though. it just drew further attention to the distance between them. the distance that lily had put there when she disappeared. “so i guess you’re not dead.” the wolf hums, refilling her glass. thus far hazel irises had remained solely on the glass, on the spill of clear tequila on the counter top, on the suddenly hugely interesting label on the bottle. anywhere but on the familiar face. because if they didn’t she might find herself smiling and god, lily didn’t deserve that yet.

     “what’re you doing here, lil ??” rory grumbles, mopping at the mess she’d made with a sopping dishcloth. “not just a casual stroll down memory lane, I’m guessing.” but for them to end up here together on accident wasn’t exactly likely either. so what could lily possibly want with her after all this time ??

So I guess you’re not dead. She feels a pang in her chest at the brunette werewolf’s words, uncertain of her true feelings behind them. Was she relieved? Disappointed? Lily couldn’t blame her if it fell towards the latter, she had abandoned somebody they both cared about dearly when he needed her most — not to mention the fact she had left without a single goodbye to her friends, leaving them to pick up the pieces of her betrayal. ❝ Alive and kicking. ❞ She manages, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. She hates feeling like this. Insecure. It’s not in her nature, it’s like walking on a tight rope and searching desperately for solid ground. Everything the lone wolf does, she does with conviction.

❝ No, you’re right. This isn’t a trip down memory lane. At least, not for us. ❞ She casts her dark brown eyes towards the brunette, but her eyes remain firmly on anything ( including the label of the tequila bottle ) but her. ❝ I’m looking for answers surrounding my parents death. You and Ben being here, that’s just a coincidence. ❞

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      she takes a step back. the tequila isn't doing what she wants; taking the edge off. instead it's just another bitter taste in her mouth. arms fold tightly across her chest, her back flat against the wall behind her. it's about as far as she can get without just walking away. and she won't do that yet...because if nothing else she's curious. why now ??

      "your parents." she repeats, brows furrowing together. she knows lily's parents were killed by shadowhunters. it's why the wolf has always held such strong resentment towards their kind. "and you think you'll find that here ?? why ??" she doesn't respond to the mention of ben; though she finds herself more defensive than before. whatever pain lily's disappearance caused her was a fraction of what it did to ben. the last thing he needs is her walking back into his life at a time like this.

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sunwoo-minho‌:

“It’s not exactly a good time to smile. People might think you’re crazy. My Aunt says it shows you’re approachable.” Minho noted

     “things might be a little screwed. but in the shit times, you’ve got to find the humor. make the best of it.” rory shrugs. “your aunt’s right.”

[mcrdices]

@trcnsfcrmative

“did you know she was coming?” he wouldn’t normally accost rory right outside the hunter’s moon a few minutes before her shift is set to begin, but the bar is still rather empty right now and he really doesn’t want an audience for this conversation. half of the pack already thinks there’s something wrong with him and if they saw the look on his face right now then ben wouldn’t be able to deny it any longer.

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it takes her just a moment to realise who he’s talking about. her. lily. the ghost of a girl she’d once called her best friend and he’d loved like no other. the one person they shared that could throw such turmoil into their lives just by breezing back in again. “no-” she scoffs, shaking her head. “it’s not like she sent me a postcard when she skipped town.” the wolf lingers in the doorway before moving further away from the bar entrance. not here, she thinks, letting out a disgruntled huff. “you’ve seen her then ??”

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leowallvce‌:

     as soon as rory’s palm contacted his cheek with a slight buzzing feeling left behind for a second before it faded quickly ( thanks to the protection spell ), leo’s blue hues shone golden, a low growl grumbling in his throat. but when he looked at her again, the color changed back to the usual blues slowly, the demon within getting lost in the back of his mind again. it was rory; the woman leo swore to protect, even from himself. and in all fairness, she had the right to be angry, after all. “ not the first time you’ve called me as such. ” he commented calmly before letting his gaze linger on her, face growing more serious now… more sentimental. “ go ahead. ask. ” he said, waiting. “ ask it. ”

        his eyes. it’s always startling, even though he doesn’t mean it to be. not because she fears him, not because of what they mean, but because they’re so exposing. the parts he keeps hidden. she steps back, arms folded tightly across her chest, holding herself together. there are so many questions she wants - no, needs - answers to. “why ??” her voice cracks, hazel hues imploring. “why are you doing this ??”

[sunwoo-minho]

“What are you talking about? I smile just not often and especially right now. There are other important things to worry about.”

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      "I'm always gonna worry about making you smile, doofus." the brunette rolls her eyes, throwing an arm around his shoulders. "especially right now."

[hiqhflying]

          ROMILLY HAD BEEN IN WILSHIRE, for a little while now – not long enough to get himself into any trouble – or to get to know the locals too well – but long enough that he should’ve hit up all the worthwhile sights of the greater los angeles area by now. yet here he is, setting foot on the santa monica pier for the first time. being a weekday and mid-october, it’s far from the heights of its popularity. yet there’s also a decent crowd for the seelie to maneuver through as he takes in the sights. it’s a tourist trap through and through but there’s also the tickle of excitement that goes along with any such attraction. 

         peering over the edge, he stares down at the blue, blue water, a small grin tugging his lips at the salt-laden wind rubs his cheeks. ❝ it’s a nice day, ❞ he says, loud enough to be overheard though not directed at anyone in particular. a nice day, a nice chance to relax.

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          she needs air. more air than the stagnant, alcohol infused smell of the hunter's moon, more than the lingering scent of an apparent stranger in her apartment. she needs to breathe. the pier is not big on her list of places to spend time in Wilshire - actually, she can't remember the last time she was here. but now it seems like the perfect place to get away, to close her eyes and just shut it all out.

         until he speaks. it's not directed at her, she doesn't think. just a passing comment. but still, it's a reminder that she's not alone. "is it ??" lids flutter open, hazel hues taking in the sky above. warm, sunny. "if you're talking about the weather, sure."

[lukastho]

trcnsfcrmative‌:

       a week. so maybe he hadn’t been complicit in everything; hadn’t lied to her face for months. but a week was not a day. it was not an hour. time had passed - it wasn’t nothing. “i can understand not running to the clave-” her voice shakes, mind in overdrive. “i can understand not telling your friends, not telling other shadowhunters. not betraying him…” hazel eyes glisten, brows fraught with anger and dismay. “but you didn’t tell me.” hands ball into fists at her sides, so tightly the nails dig into her palms. “for a whole fucking week you continued to let him lie to my face. he slept in my bed. he told me I’d be safe. you let me be so damn delusional that i didn’t know it was him i needed to be safe from.”

there were a lot of things he would take the blame for, a lot of things he knew were his fault and maybe with telling he wouldn’t have resolved anything to being with but with the weird ways life work no one could be sure of that. therefore he won’t try to excuse his lying or well, his not telling anyone, he won’t try to avoid everything he is getting back from his own actions. but he wasn’t going to just stand there and take the blame for things he wasn’t involved into. “you know, i get you being mad at me, and i don’t blame you for that. but i’m not going to let you take out the anger you got toward him on me. i’m not the one who let you be delusional for almost a year, i’m not the one who lied and slept in your bed for just as long.” brows knitting together into a frown. “you want to be mad at me? be it, but don’t fucking blame me for letting you believe you some kind of bullshit he said.”

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      they've never spoken to each other like this. never carried such animosity with their words; each landing like knives. but she can't stop, not now. "you think this is me taking my anger at him out on you ??" a bitter laugh tumbles from her lips, eyes wide with incredulity. "i'm mad at you because you didn't tell me when you could've. that maybe i could've had one less week of lies." her head shakes, tears she didn't even know had formed falling down her cheeks. "i'm mad at myself for everything else. because i'm the fucking moron here aren't i ?? the idiot that listened. that believed in him. god...ben's- ben's right."

[leowallvce]

trcnsfcrmative‌:

@leowallvce

          it had come too fast. and yet too soon. tomorrow. a day of reckoning. she’d promised to hear him out, promised in unspoken terms to listen and give him a chance to explain. but at this point, what could he say to make her trust him ?? what could possibly say that would erase how lost she felt ?? and how empty her bed had been without him in it ?? the meeting place is discreet, a clearing in the woods that they know all too well. and so there she waits for the self crowned king of wilshire to seek out her support.

     there she was. standing there in her familiar beauty, albeit stained with a smear of worry or … dare he said, sadness, on her features, waiting for him to arrive. and while leo didn’t want to keep her waiting, he surely couldn’t help but take his time lingering behind the trees, just watching her for a moment until he stepped into the clearing lit by the bright moonlight above. “ always the sight for sore eyes. ” he commented quietly, announcing his presence as he approached her slowly, almost cautiously. 

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        the scent of him carries through the air but until he makes his presence apparent she doesn't acknowledge it. the longer she can stall the longer she can remain in denial that this is really happening. but then he's there. walking towards her, looking at her with those damn eyes she's found herself lost in more than once. and the ache in her chest sets ablaze. she matches his strides with her own, quickly closing the gap between them, and without a second to think her palm lands sharply against his cheek. it stings, her skin buzzing from the contact, and just as quick she pulls away. "you're a goddamn asshole, leo."

[hvlfseelie-blog]

trcnsfcrmative‌:

       she pushes a beer towards an awaiting customer before waving him away with a grumble. the bar itself was rammed and she’d been asked at the last second to hop behind and help - didn’t matter that she’d already had plans. resting against the counter, she leans towards hal, apologetic smile still formed on her lips. not exactly the catch up they’d anticipated. “you heard about-” she stops, not quite able to say his name. “you heard about the shadowhunter right ?? the one behind it all ??” even the topic turns her stomach but she does her best to put on a front.

immediately hal can tell that rory is put off by the topic he’s asked after. “you’re probably sick of talking about it, huh?” he winces apologetically and scratches at one of his pointed ears, “yeah, i heard about that guy.” hal almost says the name, but thinks better of it at the last second. not here, in this bar crowded with very tipsy, very angry downworlders. “guess no one’s really taking the news all that well,” and why would they? hal frowns as he glances around the hunter’s moon again, at all the people who are suffering because of what’s happened.

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        one look at hal's expression and she feels guilty. it's a topic she can't avoid, one that is on everyone's lips, god she wishes it was one that wasn't so close to her. "don't-" she waves his words off with a smile. it's not his fault. it's hers. "it's fine. it's just...everyone's pretty on edge. things aren't right with ben. nobody knows who they can trust because there were downworlders working with him. hell, probably half the people in here think i was in on it." she barks out an uneasy laugh. there were a few members of the pack that remembered her reluctance to join, her animosity with ben, and had drawn the wrong conclusion. "just stay clear of the institute yeah ?? it's not safe."