* . ∙ • ✧ * deacon marsh.

In backyards, winning battles with our wooden swords. But now we've stepped into a cruel world, where everybody stands and keeps score. xxvii. werewolf | marsh

[whimsicalnay]

“Look, you know we’re supposed to be together. I knew it the first time I saw you two years ago, and you know it, too. I know you do.”

“You’re over that, right? Yup, long over.”

[wervwolf]

autymn-ackerman·:

Autymn sat in the dirt, watching Deacon rig up his chains. It was nice to know that he trusted her, even if she didn’t trust herself. She wished that she could, but not remembering anything from the transformation destroyed her. She hated not knowing what she was getting into. “I love you.”

Deacon had finished rigging the chains around the tree when he’d heard the three words leave her lips that allowed him to pause. Nobody had ever loved Deacon Marsh. He stayed silent, unable to say it back for fear that she wouldn’t leave him, and she’d be stuck with the monster that turned her for all of eternity. The werewolf wasn’t even sure about how he felt about Autymn, after the attack, he tried to detach himself from everyone and keep them at arm’s length. Even her. “You need to put these on me,” he said, turning around and holding up the shackles that would keep him safe.

[wervwolf]

autymn-ackerman·:

“At least I can’t turn you into a monster.” Autymn’s voice both joking and serious, though she still didn’t know how to consider herself. She looked at the chains, and her body already ached. “Do we have to put those on?” The last full moon she had run around free with Berkeley, and she had just wanted to be free again. “They hurt a lot.”

He had to admit, that was true -- he was already the epitome of a monster when he’d turned the human into a vicious wolf. “These are for me, you don’t have to do anything.” He stated, as he began to adjust the chains around a nearby study tree. “I can trust you not to hurt someone. Unfortunately, I can’t do that for myself.” The lycanthrope bowed his head as he remembered what he had done.

[wervwolf]

autymn-ackerman·:

The full moon was already taking its toll on Autymn. She was tired, groggy, and easily pissed off. It was so unlike her as she stood in the woods. She knew that the moon was about to rise, but she felt as though she needed to be out there. Something was going to happen and she wanted to stop it before it did. Her head snapped to the side whenever she heard footsteps. “Go away. You’re safer if you leave.”

“That sounds somewhat familiar.” Deacon stated, as he emerged from the darkness of the trees. The full moon only reminded him that he was due to turn just as he had previously, which made the wolf in front of him. Fortunately, he’d became prepared, as he threw down hardened chains onto the ground. “It looks like we had the same idea, princess. Retreat to the woods.”

[wervwolf]

balthazarw·:

“And what would be our perfect reason inside your dog’s head? To revenge Ekaterina’s death? George was so insignificant to us that we wouldn’t spend our time getting our hands dirty with him. Because of Brennan Jr? No one but Brooke cares about this stupid baby. So get over it” Balthazar said, his expression serious and his brows furrowed “Do you want to find someone to blame? Blame your own uncle for being a pain in the ass, or  blame your cousin Hunter for putting his dog’s snout where wasn’t his bussiness"

It upset him that he agreed with the most of what Balthazar had said, he resonated with his opinion of his uncle and the idea of Brennan Jr being some sort of catalyst in this feud. If anything, wasn’t the baby suppose to bring an end to the war and not more hellfire? “Maybe if you Windhams had never travelled to Cresthill then perhaps this town would be a much safer place to live. If you think about it, you drew first blood... quite literally.”

[wervwolf]

ollie-evanson·:

Oliver didn’t know what drew him to the hospital. He wasn’t hurt, but he didn’t want to stay at the Marsh house. He pretended to be there to see a sick relative, but he spent most of his time in the waiting rooms. Maybe it was the sense of death at the Marsh house that drew him away instead of pulled him in. Taking a walk throughout the building, he noted the sense of panic coming from the second floor. He saw a man, a Marsh, trying to calm the people down. “I don’t think that they’ll listen to you.”

“Because I’m a Marsh?” And we’re all trash, he refrained from saying. With a sigh, he shoved the fighting men aside and out of his line of view as he listened to the other screams of panic throughout the building. “I don’t think anyone is going to listen to anyone at this point. It’ll be fine though, I think.”

[wervwolf]

mossy-daisy·:

“I’m sorry to hear that. I was hoping they’d be okay.” Daisy bowed her head. She couldn’t do much for those who had their mental health affected, even if she wanted to. “Why do you think that?”

“Because he killed their leader and now is responsible for his brother’s son. Well, he should be.. but I think he’s already got a mother and father lined up.” Deacon said, with a spitefulness to his tone. “I feel bad for him, but there’s nothing I can do.”

[wervwolf]

franklin-marsh·:

“Think about how hard this must be for him though.” Franklin said. He hadn’t thought about it, but if Tessa had had Jeremy’s baby and passed away without getting to meet the child, he’s not sure he would have wanted to meet the baby either. “He is being taken care of though.”

“It’s hard for us all.” Deacon said, even though feeling a bit selfishly about his remark. At the end of the day, Hunter got his revenge -- some of them were still waiting for theirs. “Yeah, because you’re playing happy families with the Windham Matriarch.”

[wervwolf]

isobelatwood·:

The night got darker and darker as Isobel walked around the city, looking for clues in one of her cases, being a private investigator was not easy, you spent most of your time discovering other people’s shit, but she could complain, she got paid well and found the job exciting. She went into an alley, and there was a small door, opened and went in, turning her cell phone flashlight on. The place seemed abandoned, but some things indicated that someone had been there recently. She went further into the room, observing every detail, then she heard the door slam behind her. She ran in that direction, unsuccessfully pulling the door knob “Damn it” she said, knocking on the door “Is anyone there? The door has closed and I’m stuck! Please open the door!" 

Deacon used his strength to yank open the door that had seemingly gotten stuck by the panicked voice on the other side. He’d been out late that night, just circling the town in the hopes that his head would become clearer. He still felt lost after everything that had happened. “Are you okay?” He asked, full of genuine concern as he appeared to the woman. “It’s windy tonight, maybe it just shut itself.” He said, referring to the door and attempting not to scare her even more.

[wervwolf]

balthazarw·:

He hung up the phone when he felt the shove, a small smirk on the corner of his lips “You dogs and your bad sense of direction, you land on me and I have to move? I don’t think so” approached Deacon, wasn’t afraid of him or that tough guy image he was trying to convey, to Balthazar he was just a puppy, stupid and helpless “Aw Deacon, you don’t have to act like a crazy bitch in your PMS, I would love to have put my hands around your uncle’s neck, but unfortunately it wasn’t me”

Deacon had always been about peace and being good-natured, he’d never wanted to hurt anyone. He wanted to prove his family weren’t the monsters they were made out to be. However, he was giving up on defending them, no matter what he did they always hurt someone. Now he was becoming one of them too. “You think I believe you? You and the rest of those Windhams have the perfect motive. I didn’t like my uncle,” he admitted. “But I don’t like you guys more. Remember your place, Balthazar. At the bottom of the food chain.”

[wervwolf]

wolfiebandit·:

“Try to be a stripper since your teens and then we can discuss how much I have lived” she said giving a wink. The mention of Frank’s food made her shiver, it really wasn’t one of his talents “I told you Deacon, you have to spend more time with me and you won’t have that kind of problem” she called the waiter, watching her cousin again “So a burger for you and the strongest drink you have for me” she said, smiling at the waiter

“I don’t think I want to spend any time with the Marshs, they way they keep going.” Deacon spoke as if he were not one himself. They’d handled the war wrong, and killed Katya... something he wasn’t sure he could forgive his cousin for. “Isn’t it a bit early to be drinking, Bandit?”

[wervwolf]

autymn-ackerman·:

Autymn leaned her head up to look at Deacon’s face. She knew that maybe, just maybe, Summyr could follow them home and choose to hurt her there, but would she? She hoped that she knew her sister well enough. “I want to have a good night and not think about all of this.” She stood on her tiptoes, pressing a kiss to Deacon’s lips. “Okay?”

Deacon nodded in agreement, giving into her demands. With a gentle touch, his hand rose to her cup her jaw as he gave her a sweet kiss in return. “Whatever you want, A.” He affectionately said, although he couldn’t help letting his eyes open and wander around the room, looking Summyr.

[wervwolf]

mossy-daisy·:

“Never heard of it.” Daisy said, sitting up and crossing her legs. “Have things been okay since the battle? Are your cousins alright?”

“I think we’re all damaged in our own ways. I know I am,” he replied almost sourly. He couldn’t fathom a way or how to get back his old self, he could feel himself crumbling away with each day. “I think Hunter’s taken it worse.”

[wervwolf]

franklin-marsh·:

“I think I grew those quite a few years ago.” Franklin laughed for a moment before noticing the change in his cousin’s voice. “I don’t know. I think that we should talk to him.”

It angered him that Hunter hadn’t made the effort with the child. “I think we should. We can’t have the Windhams knowing that the child their leader wants is going not cared for by his uncle.”

[wervwolf]

kingstoncreed·:

St Mercy needed a new lawyer to handle their legal issues so there he was, leaving the conference room and walking down the long hall on the second floor. Everything was in order, and he would keep the job, which was great for him. He knew about the flood, everyone had been warned in advance, but outside the meeting room it felt like the end of the world. There were people calling their families, some were crying and others were just walking desperately down the hall. He walked away quickly, opening the way for a group of people who ran past him, almost knocking him to the floor “Hey! No pushing!” he said, at the same time he felt a strong push and ended up on the floor, next to someone who was saying something about the confusion “Son of a bitch” he said angrily, getting up, picking up his things from the floor and facing the man in front of him, to realize after a moment that he was one of the Marshs, what was his name again? Deacon? “Well, you know how cresthill is, the basic requirement for living here is to be good at drama”

“You’d think that they’d be smarter though, there’s been enough violence.” Deacon said, as he shoved the fighting men aside and brushed off any dust that lay on the man in front. “Good thing we’re in a hospital,” he supposed. “However, I don’t think the staff here were equipped to deal with a flood and a bunch of angry people.” He felt for them, he really did. But what else could they do. “Deacon.” He said, introducing himself as he extended his hand.

[wervwolf]

landonfall·:

While he normally didn’t deal with people, he knew he had to be bigger than himself at this point. So, he ventured out and managed through the storm, he was going to be a hero, he was going to show his brother that he wasn’t a child, he could manage his own. Seeing silhouettes in the hospital, he made his way in only to see Deacon. Sighing, he ran a hand through his rain-soaked hair. “How bad is it?”

“Pretty bad,” he said, not taking his eyes off the fight he’d been watching until the last second. With a heavy sigh, he turned to Landon and gave a shrug before running his hands through his hair. “Looks like we’re stuck here in too, in this madhouse of people who’ve never seen a bit of rain before. Are you alright?”

[wervwolf]

balthazarw·:

His cell phone rang for the seventh time and he cleaned his fingers on his shirt, finally answering the phone “well, my fingers were covered in blood and the touchscreen wouldn’t work, and remember when i said no calls? you’re totally overreacting”

Balthazar. Deacon would little of the vampire, apart from that he was one of Brooke’s lackeys. A vicious one at that judging by his tone. Seeing the blood on his shirt, his mind rushed to his deceased uncle -- although happy that the war could be over, they still hadn’t found the killer. And he doubted very much that Charlie was responsible like the papers said. Coming up towards the vampire, he reached forward and shoved him. “Move, bloodsucker.”