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❝ you are the reason to go on living. ❞ — jónsi, together from afar.

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soulflared​:

 "Yeah–" He answers simply, a nervous laugh edging at the end of the word, but he shakes his head. It’s important, but it doesn’t make it any less hard. Rafael understands. He hopes Raf understands. But there’s still a bit of a wince just in case he might not. It also doesn’t stop him from snapping his head up at the mention of Hope, confusion coloring his features. “Uh..? Hope?” Landon takes Raf’s upper arm in his hand, gently leading him away from other ears ( privacy was getting really hard to come by these days, what with super-hearing and magically enchanted pens ), “Everything okay?”

          He gave Landon a sympathetic smile. Neither of them were spectacular at having conversations with people, but while Raf tended to run into confrontation head on, Landon was more the type to sidestep up to it. Each had their pros and cons, but it left them feeling drained in the end. Not bothering to fight as he was led away, Raf let out a sigh as he rubbed the back of his neck, wondering how even to talk about this. He knew already what Landon would say, and the wolf didn’t know how to explain it really. How it still felt like a betrayal even if Landon didn’t think so. “I uh, well after all our memories came back, it got kind of weird again. I mean-” He chuckled nervously, not meeting Landon’s eyes. “You were basically trying to wingman me into getting with your girl. It’s weird, isn’t it?”

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@vrake​ said  ❛ you    lied    about    it,      didn’t    you? ❜ ( for raf and landon )

           He shrugged, not bothering to deny the accusation. There wasn’t any heat behind the words, more just a solemn tiredness in Landon’s voice. Lying was something that both of them were accustomed to, meant to protect them against the harshness of the world. They’d made an agreement not to lie to each other, but Raf had broken that promise a long time ago. Landon wasn’t like the rest of the students at Salvatore. He was sensitive, not hardened by the trauma of taking another person’s life, and he hoped to protect him from that, for as long as he could. “It’s hard to explain, man. When you… Cassie didn’t deserve what happened to her. And she was right about me needing to work on myself. For me and for you. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you what happened with her.” 

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@nosestealer​

"raf? remember how you told me you grew up in the midwest? well, i figured, i thought that maybe you'd like to see the ocean sometime?" and by sometime lou ellen means sometime soon, and by sometime soon she means, well, right about now. "i may have a little trip to montauk planned. and i've got a spot open. it's yours if you want to come along with me?" in fact, lou ellen's been hoping he would.

           She keeps surprising him, mostly because she remembers the things he says, even when it came from an offhand comment. The only other person who truly listened to him like that was Landon, but not really anyone he hasn’t experienced traumatic events with. When she offers to take him along to see the ocean, his eyes grow wide, excitement shining in them despite his best efforts not to seem too eager. “You want me to come with you? For real? Yeah, if I’m not bugging anyone. You think we could maybe go fishing?”

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soulflared​:

            He can sense the anger in Rafael– not only because he’d become acutely aware of just how easily Raf’s hairpin trigger could set off after he’d triggered the curse, but because emotional shifts set him on edge, too. But Landon swallows past that initial fear and just holds his hands up in surrender when the grip feels more painful than it had, but tries not to let it show on his face ( he fails, though, because he’s not hardened like any of the other kids here– he’s only died once and it hurt like a bitch. ) “Dude, it’s okay.” He tries to be firm, but his voice shakes, if only because he doesn’t want Rafael to blame himself. “If you need to go run it out or somethin’, that’s fine. I’ll be in the room and we can talk about it.”

           “Stop saying that!” He turns and buries his fist in the wall with a ferocious yell, or at least he tries to. The brick only crumbles slightly and he wouldn’t be surprised if the school reinforced everything with a bunch of teenagers with superstrength roaming around the school. The pain that blooms in his hand cuts through the haze, and he presses his forehead against the cool roughness, trying to focus on that instead of the same image, the godawful smell of Landon’s blood, that haunted him. “It’s not okay,” his voice drops into a low whine. “I don’t know how to do this, man. You’re here but are you really here?” He isn’t religious by any stretch of the imagination, and even though he knows that vampires exist and people did indeed come back from the dead? It still doesn’t help the gnawing pit that is growing in his stomach. “What if something else happened, something we don’t know yet?”

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fashionfangs​:

                  The blonde vampire arched her eyebrows at the grumpy werewolf in front of her and drawled, “Yeah, well,  I had far more important things to do other then rescuing two teenagers from a werewolf hunter.”  she paused. “Were you not aware of the dangers of being a werewolf? Or did the school forget to mention that to you.”

                                              Ali watched as the other student came over, Landon Kirby, a boy that Hope has some sort of infatuation with him, towards his friend. “Your welcome.” Ali said, staring at the werewolf. “I hardly call this babysitting. The school will teach you on how to use abilities to fight and defend yourself.” Ali is persuading the two young teenagers for them to come back to school for their own protection and to learn about their abilities. 

“Obviously.” Ali responded with a sarcastic tone. “It was originally a house that has been in the Salvatore family for decades. You would have learnt about it in class if you had stayed long enough.” perhaps she is being too harsh on the boy, thats probably her authority voice coming through. When the werewolf mention her uncle’s diaries, Ali was annoyed. Ali did not approve of Stefan’s diaries being displayed in the library, it was his private thoughts and letting the students read them, it just irks her. “His name is Stefan Salvatore and he was my Uncle.”  She was trying very hard not to think about her deceased uncle, even though its been a decade, its still hurts. “Which makes me the daughter of Stefan’s older brother, Damon.”

         “They were a little too busy trying to kill my best friend to really give me any pointers on Werewolf 101,” he replied. In their defense, Landon wasn’t going to stay where he wasn’t wanted, and Raf wasn’t going to leave him on his own either. Brothers to the end, even if it did kill them. He could imagine what the point of all this was, to convince them that it was too dangerous for them out on their own. 

But the way he saw it, both he and Landon knew that there were monsters in the world, and they didn’t even need supernatural powers to be that way. Cigarette burns, belts, exorcisms, they’d seen it all. And if Raf had to kill someone else to protect his only remaining family, then he would do it without hesitation. Maybe Dr. Saltzman also knew that, and that was why he sent this hunter and vampire after them. 

“What are you going to do if we say no? Drag us back kicking and screaming? I’m not going back without Landon and that school made it perfectly clear they don’t want him to stay.” Rafael knew that the best place for him would be back at the Salvatore School, but he wasn’t stubborn for nothing. His life had changed dramatically, but so had Landon’s. Sending him back to bounce from foster family to foster family wasn’t an option. “Got it.” He didn’t really understand the intricate family details of vampires, but he understood the sort of loyalty that people had to each other, whether they were bound by blood or not. “So is this your day job then? Chasing after teenagers who don’t want to go to school?”

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twinfractured​:

                      There  wasn't  much  she  could  do  other  than  be–  normal. Human. And that meant comforting in ways that she was used to ( not magic ). She’d done it before, with a soft hand on Rafael’s chest and urging him to breathe so she did the same now. A soft hand on his chest, breathing with him like she had months ago– It was familiar, but everything was so different now. She was a different person. Her hands, her magic, had killed someone. Raf’s hands were stained with blood, too. He was struggling more than ever since the summer ( and she had tried so hard with Landon to make it better, but a part of her wonders if he blamed her for taking him away. ) Without magic, though, she felt much more vulnerable with Raf’s shaking and erratic breaths. “No, I’m okay. You didn’t do anything– But you, are you..?”

         It was both familiar and not, feeling Josie’s hand on his chest as she coaxed him back into a steady heart rate. Guilt crashed over him again as he realized that he had treated this girl so terribly, letting his emotions cloud everything. The same old story of Rafael Waithe, who used violence rather than cooperation to get his way. Had he apologized to her? He couldn’t remember, not that he expected Josie to forgive him. Yet she had still spent her entire summer trying to help Landon find a way to get him back too, and he didn’t know if he ever thanked her for that either. He was such a fucking jackass. He could feel her tension, the way her muscles were coiled tight lest he turn more beast than man. “I killed him,” he blurted out, and in the next moment he wished he could take it back. Josie and Landon were… complicated, and putting this on her was… no, it was too much. “I- no, don’t- forget I said anything.”

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floripire​:

She took a moment to think about it, silently weighing the pros and the cons, and then she shook her head. “No, thank you. The smell isn’t for me.” A decisive nod, and then: “But maybe you can ask Drusilla when she returns? You know? She’s a witch, about this high—” Her own hand reached her own shoulder. “—always wears black, short haired, short tempered. That one. She smokes. Sometimes.” Then again, there’s a high chance he already knew that. “I was actually looking for someone to hang out with.” And, no, Jed didn’t have to know that Floribeth spent a few weeks gathering up the courage to speak to him. “It gets lonely here during the summer. That’s all.”

         He shrugged at her refusal, still unsure what this vamp was doing if she didn’t want illicit drugs. And if he was being honest, he had no idea who this Drusilla witch was either, but if she was that tiny, he could hardly be blamed for not noticing. “Good for her. I’m sure she knows where to find me if she needs a pick me up,” he replied. However, he was intrigued by this girl’s boldness, if one could call it that. He could sense the anxiety and nervousness that surrounded her like a cloud, yet she was still here talking with him. “You want to hang out with me?” It wasn’t something he heard often, having chased away most people who tried, even a few from the pack who thought his fall from grace meant he wanted to be best buddies now. But she was right. The summer was lonely, with all of his friends gone with their families. But also there wasn’t much to do around here either. “Okay, I’ll bite. What’s your idea of a good time?”

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twinfractured​:

            What had started off as a plead to someone she wasn’t sure was actually a friend – Jed was so back and forth sometimes – ended with a protectiveness towards her that was she wasn’t expecting in the least. Even the flash of gold in his eyes made her breath hitch, catching briefly in her throat and making her actually think about the slow exhale she needed to release. The anxiety was settling deep into her gut and someone behind her laugh, which made her shoulders rise up to her ears. Josie tried to focus on the way his voice sounded softer than usual and how he was offering her some sort of escape. Not to go completely, but.. a break.

She folds into him, nearly immediately, when it registers– “Please, yeah.” The words are soft, nearly mumbling, but she knows he can pick them up through the noise around them. “I mean.. to the woods. You don’t have to tell them to go, it’s okay. I just need a bit of time is all– catch my breath, be.. away.”

           What happened with Josie was… hard to get past sometimes. He remembered carrying Alyssa’s body, the shock at seeing her like that, but at the same time, he knew Josie too. Not just this shy, timid version of her, but the one from when she was still hiding in her sister’s shadow. When Jed first arrived at the Salvatore school, he was treated to the same tour that everyone else got from the Saltzman twins. Lizzie flirted, as she normally did, but Josie was the one who picked up on the way he looked around, hiding his nervousness behind misplaced bravado. He never forgot that, even as he climbed the ranks of the pack.

“Come on,” he said with a determined nod, taking her hand and pulling her towards the front entrance of the school. If any of the students thought it was weird, none of them said a thing, and he led her out towards the forest. The walk took some time, as it usually went by faster in wolf form, but eventually, they came across a small stream, surrounded by a clump of trees that shielded them from the brunt of the sun while still allowing some light to filter through. The school didn’t often let the wolves out of the transition cells, but during the summer, rules were a bit more lax. “Found this place two summers ago, and I like to come out here when shit with the pack gets hard.” It was also where he’d hidden out after he’d beaten the crap out of Landon, but that was neither here nor there. “Quiet, but not too quiet. Just peaceful.” He lay back in the grass and closed his eye, patting the spot next to him. “Lay down, take a deep breath. Out here, it’s just us and the trees.”

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floripire​:

“The what and the who now? I think they’re teams but I’m not too sure.” Yes, she’s actually taking a moment to think about the Lakers and the Celtics. “I—are they…no, wait. No, that can’t be right. Okay, I give up. Sorry. Who are they?” A beat, and then: “Well, that’s—that’s sad.” Almost as sad as the fact that he didn’t get her Pokemon reference. Like, come on, really? “I feel like you’d be a good person to hang out with.” Floribeth is quiet for a moment, and then she adds, a little more cheerful than she’d been five minutes ago: “Could you, please? I mean, tell Brock to stop? He doesn’t listen to me. Not even when I told him I’d hack his phone. But I bet he’ll listen to you!”

           He waits, watching as she tries to sort through whatever was so confusing about her words, but she isn’t exactly bothering him so he figures she’ll say more when she’s ready. “No you’re right, they’re basketball teams. The Boston Celtics and the Los Angeles Lakers. You know? Larry Bird? Bill Russell? Magic Johnson? Kobe? No, you know, never mind, it’s not important. Yeah, I’ll tell Brock to quit it, don’t worry.” He pauses again, glancing at this tiny girl who seemed both nervous and not altogether bothered by his presence. “Uh, what makes you say that? I mean, I’m not exactly all that popular around here. Even the wolves don’t really like me much since I replaced Jed.”

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nexusvorti​:

He was let in with an escort, two vampires on either side. But Hope waves them away when she sees the boy between them; wide eyed, a little determined and frantic looking, angry maybe but a boy all the same. Her eyes fixed on him, focused on the urgency with which he spit out his information, like he’d been dying to just get out of his chest and into anyone else’s hands but his own. Hope kept her expression unchanging, crossed her arms. “I’ve heard the names.” She’d known for a while that something was going on. And she’d been certain it had something to do with Lucien after she’d identified that it may have been him and some of his cohorts responsible for the death of his father. “We’ve been trying to figure out what he’s up to for a while. What do you know?”

          Truthfully, he’d been expecting a little bit more than that, though he supposed that was why he didn’t run anything. But the unimpressed look on this girl’s face made him straighten up in turn, arms falling to his side in a half-weary gesture. “That ain’t enough for you? I tell you a vampire is going through and snatching werewolves off the street and you need something else to get you off your throne?” The bitterness was misplaced, the throbbing behind his eye a reminder of all that he had endured at the hands of this one company. “I know that I’m one of the only people to walk out of that facility alive and intact, and that whatever they’re trying to do by stealing our venom, he’s going to come looking for me again. So let’s figure out some kinda deal where you make sure he doesn’t get his hands on me, in exchange for what I know. Seems like a fair trade to me.”

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Okay so I apologize in advance if this is rambly, my body took me out last night and this is the first chance I’m getting to sit up properly and not want to die, but I wanted to try and get my thoughts out for my son.

Real talk, I loved it. I knew this was coming and I’m honestly just glad that he had a good ending, and he didn’t end up like Chad. I love that Raf got exactly what he wanted, which was to spend time with his friends and family, and to have a perfect day, and he gets to keep having that (minus the friends part, but still). It was as good of an ending I could have imagined, and I’m just glad that we got to see his side of things. He wanted to be normal, and he got as close of a life to “normal” as he could get in the wild world he ended up in. 

Now obviously, I still love Raf and I have every intention of continuing to write him, so things will diverge from canon from this point forward, but I will have a verse where he’s living his best life in the prison world, where people can come visit, and maybe even do some threads where they figure out a different solution. But I’ll also continue to write Raf as though he’s still at Salvatore if that’s what people want too. 

Also, this is an entirely unrelated aside, but did the pack just agree to make Jed Alpha again? Like that’s what it seems like, and is the obvious choice, but did I miss that conversation somewhere?

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twinfractured​:

                Josie’s lips set into a hard line– even with the explanation it just sounded like absolute bullshit, though she wasn’t sure that saying as much would fly when Rafael already seemed so determined to throw himself down. Instead she just rolls her eyes and focuses on murmuring the simple healing spells that stitch together some of the wounds and ease away some of the bruising. Another spell at her lips helps clean up the mess of his clothes. “No Cauldron Cakes needed.” She says it simply, absent-mindedly, even as she’s looking over to make sure she didn’t miss anything. “That sound get rid of most of it for a bit, but..seriously, Raf.” She pulls back and leans against the desk, shaking her head. “You missed practices? So what? That’s not any excuse for you to get assaulted. You probably should have told them, yeah, but– You had to have a good reason, right?”

           He inhales sharply as he feels the wounds closing and some of the ache easing away, and as the blood vanishes from his robes, Raf’s shoulders finally loosen. “Thanks, Josie,” he murmurs. The anger from the fight is mostly gone, especially now that he had some distance to it, and the raw guilt is beginning to set in. It isn’t as simple as the witch is making it out to sound. Quidditch is the school’s lifeblood in a lot of ways, and people take it far more seriously than they probably should. But he can’t explain any of that without getting into the details of what happened to him over the summer, and that was far bigger than he could get into, even with the only person that actually seemed to care ( other than Landon ). “Uh, yeah, I mean, like I said, they’re right to be mad at me. I would be too. We’ll just leave it at that.”

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floripire​:

“It’s okay. I mean—joke’s on me for… I dunno, thinking that we’d hang out once school started back up again. But it’s okay, really. I promise.”

Flori missed him, though. She liked spending time with him, watching him create characters until she had to remind him that there’s still a whole game to play. Draping her fluffiest blanket around his shoulders when he’d fallen asleep at her desk? It’s one of her new favorite memories. He looked peaceful when he slept. As if there’d been a weight lifted off of his shoulders. For a short while, at least.

At first, it had been entirely innocent, despite the fact that she always had a huge crush on him: she’d been trying to alleviate some of the boredom. Most of the students had gone home, after all. And things could get lonely at Salvatore’s. But then they’d started spending time together, and - gosh - he could probably hear her hummingbird heartbeat speed up a bit whenever he smiled at her. And she wouldn’t be surprised if he saw the longing glances too. He’d probably been too busy to say something about it, afterwards. That’s what she thought. And then he’d shown up at her room. And now here they were.

           Oh, he hated it, the way her face fell and how her words cut him deeper than any set of claws. He thought it would’ve been easier to ignore her and her longing looks across the main hall. He might have been able to before, but not after this summer. Flori had been the first to really see him as something more, and now he kept seeking out that reassurance, even if he was being a total dick about it. 

“Listen, I know I’m an asshole,” he said finally, a large hand coming up to rub the back of his neck. “I don’t know how to be a decent dude. When I get pissed off, I punch things, and I say rude shit without thinking that hard about it.” None of this was an apology, a voice whispered in the back of his mind, and he looked down at his feet. 

Being held accountable for things was something that Jed was still getting used to again. Even before he arrived at Salvatore, his family had been the type to bury their problems rather than actually address them, and for a long time he believed that was just how things worked. Now, he wasn’t so sure. “I’m sorry, Flori. I’m a jerkwad and Drusilla can say all the nasty shit about me that she wants.”