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baby let me be your winter wonderland

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jordanparrishound:

The hound vaguely remembered seeing the witch once before. Had he burned her in the woods? He couldn’t tell. So many humans looked the same these days. But she wasn’t quite the same as the other witches Powerful in a different way. He could feel it around her like walking through a substance lighter than water but heavier than air. He wanted to walk around and sniff her to see where she came from and if he could determine the origin of her powers. They smelled… familiar. Ethereal almost. He narrowed his eyes in suspicion. “Only to know your identity.”

The witch wasn’t surprised to be treated with suspicion. Most of the supernatural people in town were suspicious of the newcomer, whether they had reason to be or not. It came with coming in to a town that had had so much damage done to it. Although, she did deserve the suspicion, to be fair. Unfortunately, that didn’t make it any less annoying. Winter rolled her eyes, pushing the creatures hand down out of frustration. “Do you want my social security number to go along with that?”

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rcsietyler:

Staring down at her boot, she crinkles her nose slightly and looks back up at the other, recalling when she had seen her near the alleyway where the blonde had held up a man against the wall with magic. “If I wanted to heal myself, I could have, but the reason why I didn’t, isn’t any of your business now is it?” She asks with a tilt of her head, plastering on a fake smile before ducking her head back down. “I’m not going to heal this, in time, it’ll heal on its own.”

“Witch’s have blocks in their power all the time. It’s like a guy not being able to get it up after a few drinks. Frustrating at the time, but it makes sense biologically. “ Winter explained her reasoning with a small shrug. But if Rosie didn’t want to heal herself, that was her choice. It’s not like she was going to force a healing spell upon the girl, why waste the energy? “To each their own I guess.”

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talblack:

Talia turned at the presence of someone else there with her at the creek, she turned to look at who it was and tilted her head when she saw that it was Winter. She had a familiar scent to her, and not just because she knew her. This was something that she’d smelled recently, and once she realized that it was at the town hall meeting she froze as it felt like her fur was standing up all at once. She thought back to that day at the nightclub, when Winter had asked her how she was feeling and described it perfectly, almost as if she knew exactly what had been happening to Talia. The werewolf didn’t know it at the time, but War was already creeping his way into her head, and everything started to click together all at once as she let herself shift back, her whining turning into her grimacing quietly as al of her bones shifted again. She’d been shifted for days now, so she was far more used to her wolf form than human form right now. But she ignored the fatigue she was feeling from shifting back as she clenched her jaw and glared at the girl, not even caring that she didn’t have any clothes on. “You were lying to me at the bar, weren’t you? You’re not here because of your uncles, you’re here because of the Horsemen.” She said lowly, tears filling her eyes as she felt herself getting frustrated. She’d pretty much ruined most of her friendships at the meeting because of the way War had gotten into her head, the most gut wrenching ones being Lydia and Parrish. Things weren’t ever going to be the same with them again, and while most of the blame she was feeling was self blame for being weak enough to fall to War like that, she was also furious with the Horsemen. She might have been paranoid after the what happened at the town hall, but she didn’t feel like she was being manipulated right now. This emotion felt raw and real, and she wanted answers.

Winter couldn’t exactly put the sensation in to words, but Talia’s accusation actually sent a wave of calm over her. The same way it had been a relief once she finally told Nate the truth. But now Nate was gone, and she had been left keeping her secret to herself once more. She could have tried to lie to Talia again, but she simply didn’t have the energy. She was just so tired. She didn’t want to lie any more, she wasn’t sure she could. Not really paying attention to Talia’s nudity, she slid down in to a seated position on the edge of the creek, watching as water move down the stream, catching on the rocks and sticks in its path. She didn’t know how Talia had realised the truth about her, and for some reason she couldn’t bring herself to care. It was all bound to come out eventually, and her death warrant had practically already been signed, so she may as well spend her last few weeks on earth telling the truth. “You’re right.” She admitted with a small shrug, tracing meaningless shapes in to the dirt by her side with her pointer finger. “You can try to kill me, if you want. I’m kind of beyond caring at this point, they’ll do it themselves eventually anyway. No matter how angry you are, death by werewolf is a whole lot better than anything they could plan.”

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[jordanparrishound]

After the events of the meeting, Jordan knew he couldn’t stick around. He’d fought with everyone who tried to speak to him. He couldn’t risk burning any more bridges. After his fight with Talia which had destroyed much of the backstage equipment, he’d let the hound take over for the first time since War entered his mind…

…and he let the hound stay.

Jordan retreated far into his mind–further than he’d even been, before. He didn’t even want to look out and watch as he so often did when the hound brought bodies to the Nemeton. The world existed like a dream during those times and Jordan didn’t want to experience a nightmare. So he left and let the darkness swallow him up until he could deal with the anger and the rage and the guilt of what he’d done.

However… that meant Cerberus now had full control of Jordan’s body, even during the daylight hours.

Cerberus spent most of the evening of the meeting melting the bullets inside of guns because the loud shots hurt his ears and the smell of gunpowder annoyed him. He spent the entire night helping cleanup crews lift materials and the paramedics maneuver unconscious bodies. He was methodical, efficient, and most of all, silent. One could say that Jordan Parrish was the model deputy for one night and actually sped up the cleanup process simply because he could move without stopping for hours.

The next morning, Cerberus was still awake and alert and Jordan refused to come out. So it was the hound who had to sift through the morning routines and the hound who had to figure out where work was and the hound who needed to drive a car…

Except the hound couldn’t do any of those things. And yet, he needed to keep the supernatural world a secret so he had to blend in. That meant no running around naked. His eyes had a problem with glowing, so he wore sunglasses. He found some pants and a shirt and stepped outside, determined to find someone he recognized. The banshee, the tree, the talky kids, one of the wolves or witches… anyone. When he finally spotted one of them, he held a hand up in a ‘halt’ sign.

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Winter hadn’t been doing anything tremendously interesting when she was stopped by not-Parrish that morning, simply walking through town and cataloguing the effects of the meeting in her mind. She almost walked right in to his hand, stopping barely a few inches away from it. Given how he was acting, it didn’t take long for her to realise what was going on. The way he moved, the lack of talking, the glasses over his eyes... Winter had to admit, she hadn’t expected this. She had seen Parrish when possessed by the hellhound before, but never in a situation like this. In fact, it was all too rare for hellhounds to possess their host and walk around like this in the middle of the day, and it wasn’t exactly what she would call a good sign. Letting out a soft sigh, she took a step backwards, away from his outstretched hand. “What do you want?”

[skylcrfallon]

Propping herself up a bit more, uncomfortably against the bench, she sighs and adjusts her glasses, feeling like hell both physically and mentally. There had been at least three casualties..people who were innocent and didn’t know what was going on around them, all being succumbed to what War had brought to this town, what all the horsemen had been bringing into this place and Rosie didn’t do as much to help as she could have, she should have helped out more people, knocked them out if needed, done anything if possible, but midway through a conversation, she ended up getting picked up and thrown hard, which was how she now found herself stuck with the crutch and boot, she could use magic to heal her ankle, within a few hours, she could walk again without all of the pain, but something in her mind just kept on yelling at her that she deserved this pain, and for some reason, she couldn’t help but believe it. Running a hand through her hair, the blonde taps her pen against the book in her hands, the notebook on the side with the words she still had difficulty with, and as she reaches over to write another word down, or attempt to since the words just sort of looked all jumbled up together, she sees footsteps coming up very closely to the bench and sucks in a deep breath, not daring to look up at them. “Leave me alone.” She mumbles through gritted teeth, focusing harder on the word and notebook than probably needed.

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Without even realising what she had been doing, Winter found herself observing Rosie from not so far away, watching curiously as the girl practically threw herself in to the notebook resting in front of her. She had seen the girl use magic before, and couldn’t exactly see why she would leave herself stuck with crutches and a boot. Then again, Winter wasn’t exactly the epitome of self-control when it came to her powers; she could probably learn from using a little more self-restraint. But maybe the blonde was weak from the fight, Winter didn’t know. Slowly, she stood up and walked over to the girl, not really too surprised when she spoke first. Or with the tone that she addressed the brunette. “I just wanted to see if you wanted any help with... that.” She shrugged, gesturing towards the boot. A few months ago, Winter would have never made such an offer, but now more than ever she was desperate to be more than some lackey for a bunch of dicks who would probably kill her at the first sign of weakness. In fact, she was more than expecting to become nothing more than a rotting corpse by the end of next month.

[talblack]

Talia managed to get herself out of the school before any of the officials got there to break the rioting up. Almost as soon as she’d gotten out of there, she decided to head to the preserve. She didn’t feel like being around any of her friends right now, not when War had so easily gotten into her head and somehow twisted her against them. She hated herself for being so weak, and she wanted to be as far away as possible from anyone she knew. She didn’t feel like trying to talk to anyone, she just wanted to try and clear her head and process everything that happened that night. She was even too lazy to try to put her clothes in her den, so she opted for just flat out shifting and leaving them in front of the preserve all torn up, along with her phone. She gave herself up to the wolf completely, deciding that was better than trying to deal with all of the thoughts on her human brain. As a wolf, she didn’t have any worries except for whether she wanted to run, eat, or sleep. She didn’t know when she planned on coming back, probably after she’d run off every last bit of energy she had left. 

The sickness she’d been feeling earlier seemed to be fading away the longer she stayed shifted, and she decided to stay out there for a few days to make sure her head was totally clear. And also because she was too embarrassed about what she’d done to face her friends. Maybe she’d just stay shifted forever, that sounded like a good idea. She’d been running towards a nearby creek to get some water when she heard a twig snap, and her ears perked up as she paused and turned her head to see who was nearby.

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After leaving town for a few weeks, Winter had returned to a Beacon Hills that was even more chaotic than before; something she hadn’t thought was possible. She shouldn’t have been surprised, though, given how quickly things had always escalated with the Horsemen in other towns. She slid in to town just as the chaos from the meeting was dying. The Horsemen hadn’t told her about their plan, they never did, so she would be left in the dark until they called upon her to do whatever was needed next. With the guilt that had been piling in her stomach as of late due to her life choices, she wasn’t in any mood to walk through town and see the aftermath of the meeting. Instead, she found herself in the reserve. The longer she spent around nature, the calmer she felt. She hadn’t even been aware of the wolf near her at the stream until the head turned towards her. It was easy to assume this wasn’t an average wolf, especially given the town they stood in. She just didn’t know which werewolf exactly she was facing. “Are you going to get all territorial on me and make me go somewhere else?” She asked softly, not even sure if the wolf would return to human form to answer her.

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aileentamwood:

“No, when I said that I truly meant, let’s go to the hospital so it can be fixed. So I can walk on it another day.’’ She explained, not meaning to confuse Winter. She did take her words into account strongly, taking like words of wisdom.  ‘’Dude, it hurts. There no way I’m walking on this until a doctor has a look.’’ Patting her shoulder whilst shaking her head, she could now see the hospital clearly. She gazes back towards the woods before starting forward again. ‘’Mercuries has got to wait.’’ She sighs before deeply inhaling and taking further hops towards the facility, seeing it was pretty pack. ‘’Do you think anyone in here is going to be able to see me? or should we try somewhere else? I’ve don’t think I ever been too good with crowded spaces.’’ 

“Someone’ll find him and take care of him. I’m pretty sure most people care about animals around here more than they do about other people.” Winter could usually be counted in that list, but right now she was focused on getting Aileen to the hospital so she didn’t have to feel bad about leaving her behind. Once they were inside the hospital she let Aileen down on to one of the chairs and walked straight to the nurses station, not bothering with a greeting. “I’ve got someone who hurt themselves in a way that you’re probably completely used to treating, so you don’t have to worry about how to fix her. Plus, the sooner she’s all bandaged up, the sooner you can get at least one body out of here still functioning.” She didn’t give the nurse a chance to answer, simply turned on her heel and returned to the other girl. It wasn’t until she was back at the chair she had deposited Aileen in that she checked to make sure the nurse was following. She had, and now set about examining Aileen’s foot immediately.

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natesinclair:

“Yeah, and when they figure out that what you’ve done we’ll figure something out. If you act like it’s an immediate death sentence, then yeah you won’t stand a chance. You’d be surprised what me and my friends have defeated over the years, trust me.” Nate stated, but he couldn’t help but feel like the Horsemen were different. And that maybe they wouldn’t defeat them like they thought they would. It was a terrifying revelation, but it was still true nonetheless. “And I care about you, so you’re not gonna go throw yourself out to the Horsemen just for me. That’d be stupid.” He stated with a sigh as he shook his head. “And who knows? Maybe death isn’t what he has in store for me. Maybe he’s gonna make me pay him some other way, I don’t know for sure yet. But.. I’m honestly not afraid. I’ve died too many times to be afraid of something like that, as bad as it sounds. Technically I was supposed to be dead for real months ago, so…”

“I wouldn’t be surprised, I’ve been told all if it.” She mumbled softly, a little bit of shame to her voice. The Horsemen had ensured that she was all caught up in the history of Beacon Hills before she had even stepped in to town, something about how knowing how they beat things in the past was a strategical advantage, but she hadn’t really cared that much. She simply regurgitated the information they wanted her to know so that they would leave her be. “At least let me put a warning spell on you or around this house so that you can be a little prepared if they’re coming. It’s a pretty generic spell, they’ll just assume it’s one of the other witches that you know in town, so they won’t bother finding out who really did it. They’re powerful, but they’re arrogant.” Winter explained with a small shrug.

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talblack:

“Yeah, and there’s a reason that they’re all bailing out of town. It’s not exactly the safest place in the country or anything. If anything, we’d be like number one on town with the most citizen deaths, so..” Talia rambled slightly, but it was true. Beacon Hills really had gone down over the past few years and it wasn’t a place that she saw anyone wanting to come to willingly with all of the national coverage that they’ve gotten after the Yuki-Onna, so that’s why it was always bizarre when new people came to town. It usually threw up a lot of red flags right off of the bat. “Are you still in high school?”

“Yeah, but I’m homeschooled. Since I move around so much there’s never been a point in me going to a normal school.” She explained with a small shrug. “Probably sounds pathetic, but I wish I did. Being a witch makes life weird enough, I would mind a little bit of teenage normalcy.” Then again, from what she had heard Beacon Hills High was just about as far from normal as you could get, but she probably wouldn’t mind. The Horsemen ensured that she was filled with knowledge, mostly for their own benefit, but there was a craving for something perfectly average that she couldn’t deny. “Are you at school?”

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The hound set the body of the mutilated werewolf down on the tree stump, igniting it so that it would burn, transferring its soul and energy up and outward, granting energy to the Nemeton and replenishing the dying magic of Beacon Hills. He felt another tug nearby and stood up, turning gracefully in the appropriate direction. It was often preferable to walk in a straight line, regardless of obstacles. Even if those obstacles happened to be human-shaped. Cerberus didn’t bother hiding himself. This was a witch and was not privy to the laws of human society. He had no reason to worry about her presence until she died. He pushed past her in a fiery inferno.

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Winter had read a great deal about Hellhounds, but never seen one in the firey flesh. They were a lot more rare than your average werewolf, which explained why even a town like Beacon Hills only had one of its own. She watched from a distance, in that spot by pure coincidence, as the body of Parrish, but not quite him, set down the corpse before turning and heading her way. Winter winced as the fire emitting from Parrish singed at her clothes, even licking at her skin and leaving small burns in it's wake. She’d had worse, that much was certain, but it certainly didn’t stinging any less painful. Head flicking around to follow the hellhound with her eyes. “Geez, hellhounds are dicks.” She mumbled, looking down at one of the burns on her arm.

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natesinclair:

Nate immediately shook his head at her words as he frowned at her. “Winter, this isn’t your responsibility to deal with this. It’s mine, and no offense but I haven’t even known you for that long. You don’t need to like… feel some kind of moral obligation to make sure that I’m safe. If he does end up coming for me, I’ll figure something out. Even if that something is giving him what he wants. It’s not like he’s wrong, I did mess with the balance. Several times, actually, knowing the consequences. I should have to face them now, and I’m not just gonna put all of that weight onto your shoulders.” He wouldn’t do that to anyone in this circumstance, even his worst enemy. He should have to pay for his mistakes, no one else. “I don’t care about any of that, seriously. It doesn’t change the fact that this has to happen, whether I want it to or not. Me giving you up to try and make up for what I did is me being a coward.”

Winter had expected that reaction from him, but that didn’t make her offer any less genuine. She figured that she was already going to die from betraying the Horsemen, it may as well be one of them rather than both. “Don’t read too much in to it, it’s not like this is some dramatic show of love, or whatever.” She mumbled, waving her hands in the air to illustrate her point. “But no matter what you say, they’re going to figure out what I’ve done. If you throw me under the bus at least there’s a chance that one of us could survive.” She sighed softly, resting her head against the back of the couch. “I know that balance is important, and all that crap, but... I don’t know, maybe it’s because I’ve never had someone that I cared about enough to something like what you did for your friends, or had someone who cared enough to do something like that for me. If I did, whichever way it went... I wouldn’t waste my time feeling bad about it.”

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talblack:

Talia noticed the way the girl’s heart seemed to skip a beat at the mention of her uncles, and she stared at her and tried not to let her expression falter as she slowly nodded and furrowed her eyebrows. She didn’t want to point it out directly because she wasn’t sure if it would cause her to have another random outburst, so she decided not to. Not yet, anyways. If she caught anymore lies coming from Winter she’d definitely bring it up. “Eh, it’s pretty average. It has everything you pretty much need, but nothing that exciting. Just a shopping mall with some pretty shitty stores.” Yet the place seemed to be the most popular place for teenagers to go to just hang out and walk around with their friends. “But still, we’ve made national news for some stuff that’s kinda dark. Not sure why your uncles would pick here to move, real estate opportunities or not.”

“Lots of people are bailing on town, selling their land for less than it’s worth. Makes for good investment opportunities, so I hear. Not that I give a crap about any of that stuff.” She shrugged. “They don’t really care about what’s going on in town, they’re the holier-than-thou types who think they’re indestructible. Typical old white, dudes, I guess.” All of that she could say with complete honesty. “I don’t know, I don’t talk to them that much. I just go where they tell me to go, I don’t really have any other options. Best to just go along with them then kick up a fuss.”

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talblack:

“I’m not really sure about that,” Talia sighed as she shook her head slightly. She didn’t feel like this was Pestilence’s doing, not when she’d seen some of her werewolf friends get sick already. But then again Winter did have a point, maybe she was the first one to feel these different symptoms. She couldn’t help but chuckle at the other girl’s words as she nodded. “Well thanks I guess. Even if I nearly shoved a glass bottle through your throat.” She joked as she took a long sip and finished her other drink, deciding to stop there. It wasn’t like she could get drunk and she didn’t want Winter to keep paying for drinks like that. “So is there a reason you’re still staying here in town then? You know, with all of this Horsemen stuff I figured anyone new would dip. Especially someone who already knows about the supernatural. I’m assuming you know about the Horsemen since you just mentioned the bug.”

“You wouldn’t be the first one who tried to kill me. I have a particular talent for pissing people off.” Winter’s brash nature angered people more often than not, something she couldn’t exactly blame them for. Add the supernatural in to the mix and she didn’t need the Horsemen’s help to make a few enemies of her own. “My uncles dragged me through, something about real estate opportunities.” It was amazing how easily the lie spilled from her lips. She’d be trained well, it was undetectable. Even if she had made the choice to stop helping the Horsemen, she doubted that everyone else in town would be as understanding about her past as Nate was. Considering Talia recently had glass pressed against her throat, she wasn’t about to go and give the wolf an actual reason to be angry with her. “I’m sure it’s an alright town when people aren’t lining the streets with puke.”

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bloodybrendanroderick:

“Winter?” He said, pausing for a beat before breaking into the same crooked smile, “Beautiful name. Nice and cold, brings blokes to their knees. Makes ‘em think twice, yeah? Elegant, powerful. Terrifying. People don’t name their kids like they used to. Look at me. Brendan. What sort of name is Brendan, anyroad? Sounds like bread to me. ‘Ello, my name’s Bread. Fancy a toss? I go great with butter.”

“Not sure how you can get all of that from a name, but I’m not complaining about anything that you just said, so I’ll take it.” Winter laughed softly. This guy was certainly hard to get a grasp on, but that may have been the alcohol already clouding her brain somewhat. “If that’s not your description on Tinder then you’re definitely missing out on some potential matches.

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aileentamwood:

‘'Oh, you don’t know your parents? Are you fostered then or something? I don’t live with my parents I mean ones already dead but let’s not get into that.“ She tilted her head as she flicked her arm forward to excuse her dead mom, she always had something to ask and being so carefree about her foot, hence,  It made her declare anxiously after she explained it would need to be fixed soon or she would probably have a crooked leg forever. ’‘Um… I-I would really like to walk on it again.” She nodded as she bites her lip, she started hopping a little faster. Whilst doing so, however, she called out for her dog Mercuries a few time for him to find his way back, at least to get out of the woods. “No malady going to bring me down, I like have a strong immune system. So, hopefully, I’ll be okay.” She stated with fingers crossed, nodding her head thinking positive. Aileen would rather help those sick then be sick herself, she would try to keep her blood pumping and eat and drink healthily just to avoid all this. She would do anything to keep the flue from reach, but as Winter mentioned that she could get the illness anywhere. There was no point in stopping their tracks to the hospital.

“Not really. My uncles took me in after my parents died.” Winter still felt physically ill any time she referred to the Horsemen as family, even in a lie, but she still sold the falsehood well. She wasn’t going to push Aileen to reveal anymore about the tidbit she had dropped about her home life. The witch didn’t like when any one did it to her, so she certainly wasn’t going to go ahead and do it to someone else. “You can try, if you want, but if you make it any worse then that’s all on you.” Winter had already stopped to help the girl, she wasn’t going to blame herself for any further injury caused by sheer stupidity. If she wanted to fuck up her leg further, that was well within her rights. “But I don’t think this thing exactly cares how good or bad your immune system is. I’ve seen people in town who have never been sick in their lives come down with the worst symptoms.” She was, of course, referring to the wolves littered throughout Beacon Hills. Although there was every chance that the illness was effecting them so severely because it was supernatural in origin. She helped Aileen the rest of the way to the road, letting out a breath once they reached it. “If you want to try your foot, now is probably the best time. At least the ground is flat now, no tree roots to fall over.”

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natesinclair:

“With great power comes great responsibility, right? I think that’s what it is, at least, I dunno..” Nate tried to joke as he chuckled and shook his head. Winter did have a point, he didn’t have to let his powers define him. And so far he’d been trying his hardest not to let that happen. He’d used his powers to try and do good, even if sometimes that’s not how it worked out. “Coming back from the dead isn’t exactly as easy as it seems. I mean, for me it’s usually not too bad since it’s only for a few seconds or minutes, but Lydia was dead for like, two weeks.. When she came back she was all gross and stuff. Not to mention the fact that she had a lot of personal consequences to deal with. And Xavier’s had really bad insomnia ever since I brought him back.” He only realized after he’d said it that he felt a little hesitant to tell her these things about his friends, now that he knew she was technically with the Horsemen. Even if she’d tried to do good by telling him, she was still relaying information to them. What was to say she was lying to him about actually being on his side? He tried to shove the paranoia away as he took a deep breath and slowly nodded. “Yeah, he did..” He admitted quietly as he shook his head slightly. “And he told me I’m gonna owe him. I’m pretty sure Death incarnate doesn’t accept debt or credit.” He muttered sarcastically.

Against her better jdugement, Winter laughed at the Spider-man reference. Spending as much time in hotels as she had, she had probably watched every movie there was on pay per view at least three times.  “I’m not saying that there wouldn’t have been consequences for them coming back, there always are, just like I’m sure there will be with you, but they still get a second chance. Even if things aren’t perfect, that’s still a gift.” Winter clenched her jaw, angered by the thought of targeting Nate, who probably wouldn’t even have his gifts if it weren’t for death; there was every chance that he was the one who created necromancers to begin with.. “If he comes for you, then you give him me. You make a deal, and you tell him everything that I’ve told you tonight, got it? Whatever happens from there, I can handle it, but you don’t deserve to die just because you didn’t want to lose your friends.” Winter understood that the balance between life and death was delicate, and under most circumstances she would be a firm believer in maintaining the equilibrium, but in this face? Fuck Death, after everything he’d put her and thousands of other people through, he could deal with the mess. “And I know you’re going to argue with me, but don’t. I’ve put you at a disadvantage when it comes to him because of everything that I’ve done, I... Promise me, okay? I’m not going to let you die just because I’m a coward.”