Withered Warren

Aerith Warren. Twenty-eight year old hotel desk clerk for the Hellion. Located in Hell's Kitchen, New York City. She moved here for a fresh start over eight years ago. Still finding it. Shapeshifter.

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alxndrhenderson‌:

resiliencic‌:

See, this was all unnecessary and annoying. 

Now Alex was upset and Aerith was freaking out – she was, under all of that tough exterior, he could tell – and they all had to take turns being the quietest. The mission wasn’t worth all this mess. A part of him wanted to shoo the two off and take care of the wounds himself before they could all return to bed and be a normal three-way couple, but he knew that’d only make it worse for everyone. He’d allow them to fuss.

There was hesitance in his move before the shirt came off, if only because he could feel how bad it was, and he didn’t want them to see. More than that, he didn’t want to see the look on Alex’s face when he saw. “It’s okay,” he sighed, trying to be reassuring as he looked down at himself. The bruises that lit up his torso would be gone in a few hours, at most, but the (still bleeding) gashes were still having a hard time closing on their own. He could try and make them heal faster, but his energy was running low, now. “It’s alright, guys, just give me some bandages,” he spoke with the calm of a man who wasn’t bleeding profusely, even if he was, because that was just a perk of not feeling any pain. At least he had something going on for him.

He threw his shirt over into the sink, hoping it didn’t stain the kitchen counters on its way, and reached out to squeeze Alexander’s forearm. His hand was probably bloody, too, and would make a mess of the shapeshifter’s skin, but the touch was all the comfort he could offer for now. He’d leave talking for later, when he meant it more, when he wasn’t still so irritated and bleeding. “Aerith, do we still have some gauze?” He looked back over at the first aid box. “I’m not gonna die, y’know. You two don’t need to act like you’re mentally preparing my eulogy every time this happens. Have a little faith.” He didn’t have it in him to smile, but he hoped the humor wasn’t lost on the two. @alxndrhenderson​

And of course Ghost wasn’t going to explain either. No, he was going to try and diffuse the situation in general. That’s what he did, that’s what he was good at. And yet, a part of him wondered if wasn’t getting into it to protect him from Aerith’s reaction. Not that he thought either partner would judge him too harshly, in fact, Alex oftentimes wished they’d get on his case some more. They were both incredibly supportive and patient, to the point where it was baffling. That’d been something he’d figured out pretty early on, that they were a team regardless of fuck ups, that they’d get through mistakes. Which was harder. Talking things through, feelings things, was all a lot harder than just saying ‘fuck you’ and leaving.

The little touch Ghost offered was comforting, calmed him down a bit. Even if it did leave a bloodied handprint against his shirt. Expression softening, he moved to press the dampened rag to the wound on Ghost’s chest carefully. Dabbing at it to try and clear the blood enough so that he could assess the damage, his gaze briefly flickered in Aerith’s direction. “I got impatient. Guy was a bit more than I could chew so someone decided to step in.” Eyes back on Ghost, the corners of his lips quirked up to offer a hint of a smile. “You should see the other bloke.” Attention on Aerith again, he shrugged his shoulders to try and convey casualty but his posture was too rigid to pull it off. @witheredwarren​ 

“Yes,” She answered handing him the roll of bandages. Short, to the point answers made her feel more in control in moments like this. Instead of blurting out everything she was thinking. 

Like that she should have gone with them, or that if she’d been there maybe it would have turned out differently.

There’s a look on her face when she locks eyes with Alex that tells him she doesn’t buy it. But it lacks any venom that would have been sent in the direction of those who’d actually done the hurting. 

Her hand reached forward to find the top of his arm, for a moment. The gesture says they’d talk later, before her eyes looked back to their partner. “So it’s done?”

The mission she means, and she waits to gage their reaction before she lets out a sigh of relief. “Thank god.” 

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alxndrhenderson‌:

resiliencic‌:

Alex was right, Ghost had been a little bit loud coming in through the door, but he resented the other’s snappy tone. He’d been he one to take the short end of the stick here, clearly, if the bleeding was anything to go by.

The wound wasn’t much of a deal since oneiroi didn’t feel pain, but Ghost wasn’t exactly in a good mood about how their little mission had ended up. He had to patch this thing up and made sure it healed properly, at the very least. It wasn’t pain, but it was an immeasurable amount of annoyance and frustration, the kind he always had a hard time dealing with when paired with cuts in his chest that were gushing blood.

He heard the creaking on the staircase, too, but he only spared the darkness a glance before he was continuing over to the kitchen with a grunt. “Y’can come out, Aerith.”

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At the mention of her name, Alex tried not to just shrink into Ghost’s side. He did let out a small huff of breath and nudged the bigger man towards the kitchen gently. “We’re alright!” He called out, lips immediately pulling into a small frown that he hid from the companion at his side as he continued towards the kitchen. Destination reached, he scrambled for the first aid kit under the sink. This was his fault, he should have been more careful. Hell, maybe it should have been Aerith and Ghost paired off and they wouldn’t be in this current mess. Teeth chewed at the inside of his cheek as he dampened a rag in the sink, eyes kept downcast. He wasn’t going to launch into how sorry he was, not while Aerith was around. He didn’t want her sympathy or her worry, he didn’t deserve it. He’d messed up, he needed to own up to it and make it right with Ghost on his own. When the footsteps grew closer, he did look up at Ghost, still frowning as his fingers rang out the dampened cloth in his hand. “Shirt off, lemme look at that.” Nodding towards the worst of the injuries, the one still gradually dampening his shirt, Alex was still frowning and avoiding eye contact.

“We’re alright, no need to worry.” It was a mumble in the general direction of the footsteps. @witheredwarren​

It’s the repeated insurance that they were alright that spikes her blood pressure. Her heart began a steady incline as she rounded the stepped through the shadows, no longer attempting to keep her steps quiet. She’s a spy first and foremost, but there was no point in being careful once you’d been caught. 

“What happened?” Aerith keeps her voice level, her question coming before she’d actually seen what was going on in their kitchen. 

He was bleeding on their laminate, and they were still telling her not to worry. 

Men.

Aerith walked over to survey the wounds, careful to keep out of Alex’s way as she moved about the space gathering other items to bulk up the first aid kit. Ointments, bandages and potions that could help. She wasn’t a witch by any means, but in this city it was good to befriend a couple for situations like this. 

She understands her silence must not have been comforting, but she was too busy gathering to strike up much more of a conversation. A million questions where racing through her mind, that might of been where the speed of her feet found their momentum. 

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alxndrhenderson‌:

“Would you keep it down?!” It was a hushed snap, one Alex immediately regretted but he turned his head away so Ghost couldn’t see his frown as he entered the house. A mission without Aerith wasn’t an uncommon thing, they didn’t always do something together. But things had gone South quick with just the two of them. He’d be first to say it was his fault, it was his hot headedness. If he’d just held back a moment longer the two vampires they’d gone up against wouldn’t have gotten the jump on them. Ghost had taken the brunt of the attack, was still bleeding through his shirt. Alex himself was a little scraped up, the flannel shirt he’d been wearing haphazardly hanging off of him after throwing it on quickly after shifting back. He felt sore but he’d make it, he was more worried about dragging Ghost into the kitchen without waking Aerith up. The last thing either of them wanted to do was worry her further, she’d seemed on edge enough about not going with them. Pressed against his companion’s side, he heard a creak from a floorboard near the stairs and paused in the darkened hallway. @witheredwarren @resiliencic

She does remember how long she’d been asleep for, the season of the show she’d fallen asleep too hadn’t stopped automatically going to the next episode. So it couldn’t have been that long. But the reason why she’d finally decided to just sleep was that she was driving herself crazy. Waiting, and waiting. Watching the clock move and wondering why they weren’t back yet. 

They’d worked independently before, too many times to count but something about tonight felt off. They were taking a little longer than usual, and hadn’t called to say they’d be home. Observing was what she did, all day, every day. But the tick of the clock taunted her in a way nothing else did. 

It’s the footsteps, and the sound of the door that caused her to stir. Aerith sat up, rubbing the sleep from her eyes with the back of her hand. What time was it?

She waited a beat more to see if they’d come upstairs, but the harsh whisper had her moving to the top of the stairs instead.

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Emilia Clarke photographed for Rolling Stone

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beginning & the end of 1x02

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alxndrhenderson‌:

“Longer than I’m going to pay attention, I’m sure.” Aerith, his fellow shifter, was far better at socializing than he was. She was good company though, sweet despite their…Cause. Ghost had recruited her but he’d been quick to welcome another shifter to their midst. Alex, while not standoffish towards his fellow Ouros members, had a particular soft spot for her. He sympathized with her, was happy to have her around. But that didn’t mean he was going to start taking this whole scenario seriously. “Fancy a drink, m’lady?” Brows raised, the grin he wore could only be interpreted as sarcastic before it gave way to being sheepish. Ridiculous, this whole thing was ridiculous.

Aerith looked over her shoulder at him, a voice she recognized instantly coming close enough to have her body release the tension in her shoulders. She didn’t trust easily, despite her friendliness she didn’t give any real information about herself without requiring something in return. Trust was a journey with Aerith that many weren’t prepared to walk. But she’d found two willing. And it was more than she’d thought she would.

“If it please my lord,” She leaned into the word playfully. Lord, she’s taunting him but she hopes he can find even a little bit of enjoyment in this time as she was. 

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Game of Thones: The Game Revealed, 8x01 - Emilia and her new cast mate

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sterlingun‌:

Astor hated how hard it was to be even remotely unobtrusive in full equipment, but his hand had run off somewhere, probably to chase girls and get whatever alcohol he could find and in turn Astor was now trying not to die from heat shock as he led his horse towards where his tent had been set up. “The bards? Depends on the song, and the bard.”, he halted beside Aerith when he’d noticed her in passing, a tough sight to overlook in what appeared to be a new gown - and entirely at odds with her usual style. “The big ones probably evolved over the years through different performances, the new ones… well, they haven’t really earned their soul yet. Almost didn’t recognize you, flower girl.”

“It’s not black,” She offered for a reason, gesturing to the gown with a shrug. Her signature colour shed in favor of something totally opposed to it. The white of her hair, instead of the black of her feathers. To be dressed in something so bright, it was uncostumery. But black would have made her stand out like a sore thumb amount the over ladies. Who were trying their best to channel spring blooms. “I can see how easy it would be to get confused.” 

Aerith watched the bards, strumming and writing and then repeating the pattern over again. “Do you think it’s like swordplay?” She asked the man in full knight’s garb. 

“You just hope it works every time and then you get better?”

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kaseyxreid‌:

“Long enough, I’d think.” Kasey was sitting down beside Aerith, pulling apart the bread in his hands to toss to the ducks that had wandered closer from the lake. Glancing up at the woman beside him, he managed a smile, “You look nice. This world kinda suits you,” he murmured. It didn’t suit him, however, and he tugged a little at his tunic that he’d thrown on earlier. Actually, he was pretty sure he’d stolen one of Henderson’s, “I can’t wait to get back to deep dish pizza.”

“I always wanted to be a princess,” She confessed with a smile that indicated even she thought it was foolish. Even in this dream world she wasn’t anywhere close to royalty. But, standing in a gown like this was pretty close. Looking over to Kasey, Susannah’s message played in her mind. 

Keep an eye out. 

She took it as watching out for them, and she intended to do just that. “That’s the one thing it is lacking. Pizza and ice cream.” Pros and cons she supposed. 

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Aerith smoothed out her gown with nervous hands. She’d just got back from her world, dropping off her notes to Susannah for the second time and relishing the fact she could jump from space to space so seamlessly. She was doing well. Three notebooks full of information as many people as she could observe not just with her eyes, but with the eyes of her friends as well. 

She hadn’t even known about the festival until this appeared her bed. The white gown more regal than anything she’d ever owned before. Was it a gift? Had she earned it somehow or was it just a flook in the world’s design?

Either way, she liked the look of the flowers in her hair. “How long do you think it takes them to write their songs?” 

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bcdvampire‌:

Clover’s head turned with the sound of the woman’s voice and his face immediately lit up, shifting from pleased to excited. He moved effortlessly from the evergreens he had made the journey toward and ended up just before Aerith and her potted hellebores. “She’s truly wondrous, isn’t she?” he posed. He reached a hand out to caress one of her buds and also to establish a connection. It had been something he would do with the crops when he was younger. His voice would always soothe and encourage them, but his touch would convince even the shiest of plants to open up to him.

When she answered his previous inquiry, he smiled. Her wellness meant a lot to him. The living had such a hard time as it was with their finite lives. To know that they were healthy and thriving put him at ease. “The grass and wheat have grown in nicely. I’m excited for the pansies. They’ve been teasing a blossom lately and I know the bees are waiting to see their beautiful faces.” What a happy little life he lived. “Ah; I have the coin here with me.” He reached behind him and pulled forward a cloth sack tied by a ribbon. He set it down on the table. “Any dreams of birds lately? I saw a crow in the sky a fortnight ago and thought of you. Brought a smile to my face that I didn’t know I needed.”

“Who needs dreams of crows when they perk on my sill?” Aerith nodded toward one of them who seemed to be looking out at the world around the shop instead of in at either of them. But she’s flattered by his words, enough to send her cheeks into a flush as her eyes glow bright with affection. “Please,” She pushed his purse back toward him. “On me.”

“Loyalty is priceless, and you’ve shown yourself to be a frequent and dedicated customer.” She didn’t know that for certain, her time in this world all but a creation of someone else. But, she liked to believe he’d earned it anyway. “She’ll make a perfect addition.” 

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(Almost) Every Costume Per Episode + Amalia’s wedding gown in 1x25

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sterlingun‌:

“Who says I haven’t already? Or maybe I am the wrong person.”, he raised an eyebrow as he watched her offer him a flower - it had caught him off guard, more so than the tension that had erupted a few minutes ago. He guessed it was just easier to get used to the violence and not be surprised by it. Finally, he reached out to take it out of her hand, running his finger along the velvety surface of its petals, “Don’t think I’ve ever gotten a flower.” He wasn’t sure if that had been a yes or a no to the game, but he reached for the wine decanter anyway and poured some in one of the unused glasses. “Oh, you have no idea… Why do you think I’m still sitting here? Waiting for them to get bored and leave the back alley - someone had told me I should stop picking fights. I’m trying to follow the advice.”, he offered her the glass, “Keep me company? I don’t think we’ve ever spoken properly flower girl.”

Aerith took the seat offered, placing her basket down at the side and looking at the cards left on the table. The losers hand didn’t seem all that terrible, but her knowledge of card games didn’t extend beyond Go Fish. Or whatever it would be called in these times. 

His reaction to the gift turned her lips up at the corners. She had learned that surprise often served to break up or exelate tension a long time ago. That, and how to tilt the odds toward the former. After all, who still wanted to pick a fight when they’d just been handed something so delicate? 

“You’ve never gotten a flower, and I’ve never played.” She warns, a precursor to her asking easily twenty questions about the rules later down the line. 

If it was going to keep him from getting or giving someone else a black eye, company seemed an easy trade off. “Now’s the perfect time to start.” 

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derek-calloway‌:

The Calloway watched how Aerith approached his steed, her hands carefully brushing his horse. Derek smiled in turn, nodding his head towards the woman. “I’m a bit attached; she was my first, and I’m too fond of spoiling her it seems. I don’t think I can go anywhere without her,” he laughed lightly. “She seems to like you very much though, milady. You must have what they call ‘nature’s touch’. My mother has it too.”

“You can tell a lot about a person based on the way they treat animals.” Her hand gently guides itself over the mare’s fur. To be fair, her experiences with horses were limited. In the world they lived outside of this one, they were pushed to the boarderies of cities. Or driven deep into the country. But being treated unfairly in her animal state? That she was an expert on. “She seems to like you just as much. Perhaps you’ve got it too.”

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bcdvampire‌:

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In the bard’s off days, it was important for him to tend to his crops and flowers. There was always an icy disconnect hidden beneath the warmth of attention the vampire could offer to the flora, but such was to be expected. Each sparing gaze at a plant was a reminder that he was once a witch born to be in tune with nature. The plants of his family’s farm would sprout just to hear him sing, growing strong and beautiful with every melody that spilled from his lips. Now; he didn’t know how well his voice resonated with them. He couldn’t feel their appreciation. The guessing would just have to suffice.

When it came time to finally plant a few evergreens, Clover headed out to the flower shop. He knew the florist there by name, but he wouldn’t call them particularly close. It was a work in progress. He liked the idea of her and their conversations were always profound, present, and peaceful. She was akin to a lenten rose that way. Ironically, such a flower was precisely what he’d been looking to purchase. “Top of the morning to you, Miss Aerith. How are you faring?” he greeted, body already gravitating toward the evergreens he could see. “Any hellebores today?” @witheredwarren

“You’re in luck, they arrived this morning.” Walking out from the back with the pots in her hand, she greeted her favourite customer. But her mind couldn’t help but be drawn back to the park, if he knew how alive and well the honey bees were in this life. Would he even want to return to the other?

Placing the plant down on the table between them, Aerith looked Clover over once more. He looked, so alive in this place. Like he belong here above anywhere else. It was a bittersweet moment. But she took it in with a smile. “I’m well. How fair’s your fields, good sir?”

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resiliencic‌:

It was funny that Ghost could recognize her crow self from a mile away, even if she was just like the others of her species. And he wasn’t big on birds, his work at the zoo was mainly with the big cats, but still. He’d recognize her anywhere.

“Oh, a naked m’lady,” the oneiroi whisper-shouted as she turned, a childish grin on his lips as he moved over to the pile of clothes so he could pass them over. The dark cape was a nice touch. He thought it would look good on her, and he was glad she kept it. He was a gentleman above all, jokes or not, so he only sneaked one single peek before he handed her the clothes and politely turned around so she could get dressed without his eyes on her. “How’s it been? Find out anything fun, so far?”

Aerith shh’d him in protest, her face pinching at his childlike teasing before she snatched her clothes from him. He was often ridiculous, a lively and spirited character who always kept her on her toes. Meeting him had been a journey in itself. She was only, on the streets. No more than an urchin, picking pockets and sleeping in the dry places she could find. Barely shifting back into her human state at all. Hidden from the world around them at every opportunity.    Perhaps that’s what she liked about him. Loneliness followed her like a shadow, and he was infinite light. 

It didn’t escape her, that then and now he crafted a new world for her to be a part of. But as consuming as her thought pattern was, she still caught him peeking. And a smile crept across her features. 

“It’s been good, people love to gossip in the square. And never consider who might be listening.” Without phones, text messages and email. All talking was done in letters or word of mouth, and that made eavesdropping as simple as it could be. 

She was thriving in this world, and she’s sure he had a hand in that too. 

Stepping out in the black ensemble, she raised the hood and placed it over her stark white hair. “And you?”