Wesley Knox

Wesley Knox. 22. Talbots & Conall Gym

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hcltvance:

Holt set the menu to the side upon receiving it back. The festival was so much fun during the first two days or so. Carreau’s failure made him happy. He couldn’t imagine what West Hollow would be like under his rule of all things. It’d be absolutely chaotic. He nodded in agreement with Wesley’s statement. “Yeah. It really sucks that that Randy kid died. I didn’t know him all that much, or at all, but it must suck for his family that he’s just gone now.”

He drummed the table with his fingers as he waited for one of the servers to come by. “Oh, God yes. I thought I had everything figured out here. And everything was almost normal. But suddenly …” Holt shuddered just thinking about the whole speech and fight. 

Wesley nodded solemnly, swallowing the guilt that still lingered fresh in his throat over the thought of Randy dying. He didn’t know the kid at all, but he felt some sort of responsibility. The kid played football just like Wesley had, had a promising future, and was completely unaware of the supernatural elements of West Hollow. In that way, Wesley felt like he’d let Randy down by not being able to save him the way he’d wished someone had been able to save him from everything that came after knowing - but at least he was alive and he wouldn’t take that for granted. “Didn’t even think about his family,” Wesley said taking a heavy breath and letting it out. 

Hearing Holt felt the same allowed Wesley a sigh of relief and he relaxed back into the booth. “Exactly,” he agreed and winced in response to the thought of what happened. “Think things will ever be normal again?” When the server stopped by Wesley smiled and ordered the usual fries and a chocolate shake before turning his attention towards Holt and letting him order. “I mean can we even be normal you think?” Wesley continued to think out loud. 

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shearriley:

Although Shea knew that the humans couldn’t know what truly happened, it was strange to think that half of the town had an entirely different understanding of the events during the festival. Sometimes it felt as if there were two towns of West Hollow living parallel to one another and one piece was completely oblivious to the other’s existence. It was better that way since humans that tried to interact with the supernatural world often got themselves into trouble in one form or another. “Shea.” She shook Wesley’s hand lightly and smiled back. “Thank you by the way, I’m a little small for this job sometimes. It’s nice to meet you.” When she pulled her hand away she spoke again. “No, I didn’t lose anything. I just feel it’s my duty to those who are here that we clean up the beach for them. I’m keeping my out for a few things but mostly I’m just here to help for the town I live in, you know? What about you? A general sense of loyalty to West Hollow or is it something else?”

Wesley smiled as she took his hand and gave nod of acknowledgement, “Shea, I’ll remember that.” He chuckled softly with a shrug, “small or not, you’re out here helping which makes the difference and it’s nice to meet you too.” Wesley listened intently to her words while moving another piece that was close back into the pile. He could understand what she meant, wanting to help the town, but he found himself really thinking over her question about why he was there. Wesley hadn’t decided yet if it was more of a sense of guilt for the unaware human citizens of town or if it really was a feeling of loyalty towards the town and all the supernatural that came with it. He mulled over it for a second before turning back towards Shea, “I guess I just after something that horrible, you just gotta try to do what you can to make it better, right?” He gave a soft smile and leaned to pick up another piece of debris before quickly adding, “you know, earthquakes can’t really stop them before hand, just leaves a bunch of clean up. Had you ever been in one before?” 

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TRUCE. { josie / wesley }

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wtfjcsie:

Was he really joking at a time like this? Josie twirled the knife between her fingers as she watched him wriggle helplessly underneath her– she wasn’t a complete savage, she would still give him time to give her what she needed. Josie laughed incredulously at his comments, “You really all are as stupid as Mommy said,” shaking her head with confidence. She had him exactly where she needed him, otherwise he wouldn’t be stalling so much. That was something she had learned early on in her training. If they thought they had enough leeway in the situation, they would get comfortable enough to begin joking around, or telling personal stories.

Just as she was ready to start slicing though, she heard the growl, and that took her aback – but not in a bad way. The edge of her mouth turned up with a surprised smile at his tenacity, at the sheer challenge of fighting him in the actual wolf form. “Oh, will the puppy grow up into a doggie?” she taunted. No, she wanted to see this, she wanted to do this. Josie got up from him, backing away until she was against the wall facing him. Josie began to speak, in the most clarity she possessed, “You think I’ve never killed a werewolf before? I used to work for men like Michael back in the Roaring 20′s killing women like me – vampires. I know the both of us, and I know I’m not going to leave until I get what I want.” she explained, taking out a second knife from the other leg holster. 

“So turn.” Josie dared.

Wesley clenched his teeth, watching the confidence play across her features. He could tell she was more practiced than he was and a part of him felt a pang of jealously for the coolness she seemed to keep in the situation. “Mommy? How cute,” he shot back attempting to seem just as in control.Wesley then waited until her back was against the wall opposite him before he began to cautiously and slowly lift himself off the ground. He fought back a grimace from the soreness of rising to his feet and stared her down watching closely for any movement she was about to make. His whole body was buzzing with anticipation, ready to fight, but he held back once he heard what she was saying about Michael. “If you think Michael is anything like that, then you’re barking up the wrong tree,” Wesley snidely remarked with a smirk. The second his eyes caught the movement of her reaching for a second knife, he tensed back up and steeled his jaw. 

He tried to think rationally, to remind himself of what Michael would say about the truce and to remember to stay in control, but the second those words left her mouth in challenge Wesley gave over completely to instinct. It felt like only a instant, before the familiar feeling rushed over him. One second he was standing there, fists clenched at his side and the next four paws were landing firmly in front of the vampire just of reach of her knives. Wesley fought back every wolf instinct urging him to go straight for her throat. Instead he let out a snarl, as if to let her know she got what she wanted but challenging her right back. Daring her to make the first move, so the burden of a broken truce wouldn’t be on his hands.

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thiagcs:

“Agreed. Earthquakes and battles and horror, oh my,” he joked with a soft laugh and a nod. “Positive,” Thiago simply replied as he slid Wesley’s order over to him. As he cleaned up what was needed for the drink, Thiago realized that now was probably a good time to take a break. He had been sorting through lost items all day, keeping his mind occupied on the all that had happened. His brain needed a break from the mess. “I can see what you mean. Sadly we don’t have any lost love letters or journals to look through,” he said with a soft chuckle. “Thankfully I didn’t. Unlike a lot of people I was actually able to hold onto my things. Did you?”

Wesley chuckled in return, “turn that into a song it could be West Hollow’s town anthem.” As soon as his hand grasped around the drink that slid his way, Wesley took a sip, enjoying the warmth that followed. “Appreciate it,” he said giving a nod of gratitude. "Well that would have been exciting,” he laughed gently in return. “Glad to hear you didn’t lose anything though,” Wesley said, thinking to himself that he was glad he made it out alive too.”Did I lose anything? Only the last shred of blissful ignorance,” Wesley muttered under his breath before taking another long sip. “I didn’t lose my phone, so doing better than a lot of others right?” 

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“Wolves develop close relationships and strong social bonds. They often demonstrate deep affection for their family and may even sacrifice themselves to protect another member of their pack.”

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↳ WEST HOLLOW TASK #2: WESLEY’S PLAYLIST. (x)

1. Island - Bvd Kult & Will Heggadon “You, you’re an island, you’re bearing all the pain on your own. You can’t seem to define it, not the same way that you thought you’d always know. Am I mistaken, is this the life for you? Maybe you just lost your mind. It’s a war they once told you, I could not fight it but you’re strong enough you will be fine.”

2. Gun Song - The Lumineers “Things I knew when I was young, some were true and some were wrong. And one day, I pray, I’ll be more than my father’s son.”

3. Hot Blood - Kaleo “You turn your back, you’re a broken man. You come around and just dying to shake your hand. I don’t expect you understand, just keep telling yourself there’s no shame. They don’t know ‘bout who we are.”

4. Wolf - Sylvan Esso “The modern wolf, he’s kinder but see him weep it’s a reminder. / The modern wolf, drippin’ in all the lives he took. He’ll go home, try to wash them off but when he shaves he hears them call.”

5. The Fear - Ben Howard “I been worryin’ that my time is a little unclear. I been worryin’ that I’m losing the one’s I hold dear. I been worryin’ that we all live our lives in the confines of fear. And I will become what I deserve. I been worryin’, I been worryin’ I will become what I deserve.”

6. I Have Made Mistakes - The Oh Hellos “We have lived in fear, and our fear has betrayed us. But we will overcome the apathy that has made us, because we are not alone in the dark with our demons. / The sun it does not cause us to grow, it is the rain that will strength your soul, and it will make you whole.”

7. Lost In My Mind - The Head and the Heart “Mama once told me, you’re already home where you feel loved. I am lost in my mind, I get lost in my mind.”

8. Glamour Child - Moonrise Nation “Well maybe I should run but I still keep the light on just in case you come home or knock on my door.”

9. Home - Johnnyswim “I was bruised and beaten. Lost for many reasons. Only love would make you understand. Home. I love me some home. Oh I need me some home.”

10. Heavy - Birdtalker “If you’re lost and you’re lonely, go and figure out why. Take a trip to your dark side go on and have a good cry. Cause we’re all lonely, we’re all lonely together. / Leave what’s heavy, what’s heavy behind.”

11. Old Pine - Ben Howard “We stood, steady as the stars in the woods. So happy-hearted and the warmth rang true inside these bones. As the old pine fell we sang, just to bless the morning.”

12. Shroud - Nathaniel Rateliff “I’m looking more like my mother, I was so staggering waiting for you. I was so sure in my barely bending knees, and nobody cared for more. It does no good to talk about anything. It does no good to tell you I’m a wounded fiend. It’s not the things we discover, it’s in the way we try to cover with ground.”

13. So Young - Portugal. The Man “My light burning bright, ever long till the thrill is gone. Love’s my battle cry, it’s never wrong how I stay so strong. I’ll fight all my life, I’m like I can’t go on when I can’t go on. We’re gonna live forever.”

14. Fine - Noah Kahan “This is for all those dreams I believed in. This is for all those doubts in my mind. This is the wild wild world that we live in. I won’t let anyone tell me I won’t survive.”

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ophcliaisms:

Ophelia, too, had wanted to stay right there in between his lips. He was as plush as she had imagined, a softness that could not be matched. If she could have frozen the moment, she would have, to forever stay in those seconds of gentleness. But even that, even him, was overwhelming. Her mind felt like it was spinning, trying to make sense of too many different things at once, and she couldn’t do that to Wesley – couldn’t show him that side of her yet without him knowing the other one.

Ophelia turned her head his way as he spoke, but didn’t make eye contact just yet, training herself on the trim of the bedroom instead as she thought about what he said. He was right, unfortunately, that for them to know about them would be too dangerous. The Salem trials were only some 300 years ago, she could hear the echo of Evanora in her head. Besides this, Ophelia knew she too was living off the borrowed time from the spell Evanora had done to erase the town’s memories of Zack, to which she would currently be sitting in a prison cell somewhere for. When she felt his touch once more, she finally looked up at him, grasping his fingers just like before. Ophelia turned so she was laying on her side now, “I know. I just wish I could be stronger.” she spoke finally, wiping her eyes from tears as she said so. “The other witches and warlocks…they’re so great at what they do. I have never been able to just be with these powers. The fire….” she trailed off, unsure how to explain, if she even wanted to explain. “You’re right, they shouldn’t remember, I just…I don’t know how to deal with all this.” she sighed out a large breath.

Ophelia leaned up, tugging at his arm to join her in the bed. “Stay with me? You’re my best friend.”

Wesley felt a wave of relief when Ophelia grasped his hand and he saw her eyes finally look up towards him. He could feel his own breath start to even out for the first time since the festival with the reassurance that she was still there and he wasn’t going to leave this time. Not knowing exactly how to say just that, Wesley gave Ophelia’s hand a gentle squeeze to let her know he wasn’t going to let go like at the festival. “After what you had to do today,” Wesley started thinking about the spell and the weight of its consequences, “I don’t think there’s any stronger than that.” He knew it might not mean much to her with how little he knew about the other witches and warlocks she mentioned, but he really did mean it and believe it. As she mentioned struggling with the powers, Wesley felt an understanding, but waited for her to elaborate when she trailed off after mentioning the fire before he asked about what she meant. “No they shouldn’t, so you helped them out,” he reassured.

As soon as he felt Ophelia tug on his arm, Wesley climbed onto the bed next to her. “Of course, no place else I’d want to be. You’re my best friend too,” he smiled gently, wrapping his arm around her to pull her close. “And I don’t know how, but you’ll deal with it and find a way to be with your powers. And however that is, you won’t be alone,” he let his thoughts linger in that moment just grateful to have her close. It was still unbelievable, the events of the day, and the fact that they were now both here and alive afterwards. “Everything will work out, trust me on that, it’s a werewolf thing I know.”

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hcltvance:

Holt was advised not to help with the fighting when everything went down at the festival. Although his skills had improved a considerable amount in the past few months, his trainer told him to only practice fighting with him and to not fight outside of their lessons. But Holt did what he could and tried to help the others that were wounded. It was the least he could do.

Talbots was one of Holt’s favorite joints. It was a nice, comfortable base for the pack (and had really good food in all honesty). Usually there wasn’t trouble there. But if there was, Holt knew the werewolves could handle it. They were great fighters. Holt was looking at a picture on the wall when he heard Wesley’s greeting. “Oh, hey Wesley!” Holt turned to look at him and gave a quick smile, “Nah. Today isn’t really action-packed unlike that festival. I’m fine — just grabbing something to eat.” Holt slid the menu over to Wesley. “How about you? You can order something, if you want.”

Wesley smiled back as he settled in the booth. It was nice to hear to hear things seemed to be getting back to normal and helped to calm some of the restlessness he was feeling since the festival. “Action-packed is certainly one way to describe what happened,” Wesley said with a half hearted chuckle attempting to dull the ache that seemed to come with every thought of what happened. He gave a bit more of a relaxed laugh sliding the menu back over, “With as boring as shifts are I’ve about got it memorized by now, I’ll stick with fries.” Leaning back in the booth a bit, Wesley took a breath debating whether or not to just answer that he was okay too, but there was something else he couldn’t get off his mind. “I’m good, alive obviously that’s a good place to start,” he said before sitting forward again. “Do you ever feel like though, just when you’ve heard it all and figured everything out, some new creature that goes bump in the night is going to show up?” 

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rcsefranklin:

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The last week had been rough. From heading to the beach to help clean up the wreckage left behind by the battle, volunteer work, and work, Rosemary was exhausted by the time she came home every night. The last thing she wanted to do was cook for herself. That was what brought her to Talbot’s Diner in the late evening. It was her first time there, but she was more focused on getting take-out and going. She could admire later. As she came inside, that goal didn’t stick since she immediately spotted the jukebox. She took a quick glance at the empty counter, before heading for it. It’d been awhile since she’d seen one. Giddiness rushed through her as she perused through the songs, deciding on one quickly. She began to slip her coins into the machine, until the noise of the kitchen door swinging open startled her. Her hands flinched and dropped the coins she’d been holding. “Shit,” she cursed, not even caring enough to correct herself as she kneeled down to pick them up. She only saw the person had come to her aid when she looked up. Surprisingly, it was a familiar face. “I’m sorry ━ Wait. Aren’t you the wolf flower boy?” 

After everything that had happened with the festival, Wesley actually found himself looking forward to his shift working at Talbots in the hope that it would bring back some sense of normalcy. It had taken him four years since he was first turned to feel in control and now it seemed like West Hollow was ripping that away from him again, after the chaos of that day. So instead of dwelling on what happened, Wesley was actively trying to focus on getting things back to the way they were before and that meant back to work where he was now. With an empty counter he was hanging out back in the kitchen until his hearing picked up on someone else coming in the diner. When he walked out to greet whoever was there he noticed a familiar face by the juke box before hearing the curse and coins against the tile. It only took him a second to rush over and help, although it wasn’t much needed anymore, he still felt bad if he’d taken her by surprise. “Wolf flower boy?” Wesley chuckled, extending his hand to offer her help up and introduce himself again. “I also go by Wesley, but wolf flower boy definitely has a ring. And you are the very helpful angel flower girl?” he asked leaning against the juke box. “So had you reached a verdict on which song before I interrupted?” 

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cxmilasanchez:

“Not really,” she admitted. The whole situation was odd, and what Camila could remember was hazy. One second she was listening to a speech, the next second the ground was shaking. She followed Wesley’s lead and picked up another piece of debris, adding to the growing pile. “I’ve tried to review the videos on my phone from that day, just so something could come back to me, but the files are all corrupted,” she sighed. Mystery Inc. would desperately need a tech guy, not only to solve this problem but possible future issues too.

Wesley nodded along, listening carefully. He knew the coven had wiped the memories of every human and it was also something that he’d personally been wondering about since he saw Ophelia that night and how the spell seemed to take its toll on the coven afterwards. “Oh man, that’s unfortunate,” Wesley tried to sound genuine but he could feel guilt like a block in his throat. He wasn’t even sure if he felt guilty for lying or for what happened in the first place at the festival, even if he couldn’t have stopped it. “Earthquakes and atmosphere and everything probably messed with the technology, huh?” he hoped it sounded convincing, tossing another piece in the pile. “Probably best just to not remember anyways, right? I mean it wouldn’t be remembering anything good.”

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thiagcs:

Thiago was quite glad to see Wesley walk through the doorway and that he seemed to be uninjured and at least trying to be in good spirits. He remembered how his mother would always tell him that forcing yourself to smile would actually make you happy and hoped it would be the same way for acting like this whole mess never happened. At the thought, Thiago couldn’t help but let out a small smile. 

“Wesley! I still don’t have a fantastic nickname for you,” he greeted with a grin and a chuckle. “Whiskey on the house,” he replied, setting down the item he was currently sorting to start preparing Wesley’s order. All through the day, Thiago had been giving free drinks to those who came into the bar. Although his boss may not exactly like this, he figured that it was the least he could do after the mess of event that had happened. “Wallets, some jewelry, but nothing really thrilling. Why? What did you expect people to leave?”

Wesley’s smile grew hearing the greeting and he even let out a genuine laugh, enjoying the feeling of some sense of normalcy after what happened. “No rush, it’s been a little too busy with earthquakes and all anyways, right?” Wesley gave Thiago a grateful nod, “Appreciate that, are you sure though?” He sat watching Thiago move on from what he was sorting through with his fingers drumming absentmindedly against the bar, side effect of the restlessness that had been consuming him since the festival. Wesley’s eyes scanned over some of the items as he listened, wondering how such mundane objects were left in the wake of something so inexplicable. “Not really sure what exactly I was expecting, I guess just something more?” It came out as more of a question, since Wesley wasn’t even sure if it made sense to himself. “You didn’t lose anything did you?” 

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shcybradley:

She hadn’t come to help — no, Shay Bradley wasn’t much of the helping kind but as the smell of smoke engulfed the area it took away the sweet smell that the beach usually carried. In a way, she was comforted by the chaos, it gave her meaning, gave her purpose and it gave her something to think about. It wasn’t until the wolf spoke up that she had even noticed he was there and it was just enough for her to turn only partially to him while still entranced by the look of the destroyed festival space and say, “I think it would have been better, had it been inside.” Her tone was flat, and she didn’t care that there could have been humans around to see as her elemental magic caused a small whirlwind around the rubble, keeping the soot contained in the designated pile before more destroyed pieces were tossed back in. “There Lassie, that ought to help with the smell, right?”

Wesley was a little shocked to see who his company was when he looked up, but at least this time she wasn’t surprising him from a tree. With a raised eyebrow, he cautiously let out a laugh hoping her flat tone was just dry humor. “Right... the more death and destruction the better, type situation huh?” Wesley responded back with sarcasm. As soon as he noticed the stir of the rubble on the ground Wesley looked up wide eyed, his mouth falling in shock as he looked around to see if anyone else was watching what was happening. “That was a pretty risky move there,” Wesley pointed out, impressed but skeptical of the help. “What exactly did you do?” Grateful for the reprieve from the smoke though, he gave her a thankful nod, “glad to know I’m not the only one bothered by the smell. And by the way if we’re sticking with dog nicknames I’m more of a Balto fan myself.”

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ophcliaisms:

Ophelia leaned into his warm embrace, the fuzziness in her head subsiding for one minute as she sunk herself into him. He was familiar, safe – home. She was breathing heavy, though, trying to center herself somewhere on a plane where she could talk to him like a coherent person, where she could explain exactly what had happened. When he joked, she felt herself chuckle along with relief, feeling some semblence of normalcy in the words. “I think you’ll have to worry more about the demons now than us witches.” she, too, tried her hand at a little amusement, but felt it slip clumsily out. Ophelia shook her head, mumbling under her breath, “Sorry.”

“Of course.” When he leaned in close and began to be affectionate with her, she felt her cheeks redden with hot realization – she had kissed him. She felt her heart begin to pump faster, air catching in her throat as she tried to think of what to say. Her eyes drifted down to his hand gripping hers, and she intertwined their fingers then. She laughed at him asking her twice, “You’re here, that’s all that matters.” leaning forward, she kissed him softly, not knowing later how she would feel about it, but in her mind only feeling that it was the right way to express the forgiveness. She paused a moment afterwards to collect her thoughts properly to explain to him what happened, sighing as she pulled away from his lips. 

“I don’t feel well…we had to do this spell on the humans…” Ophelia pulled her body away from him completely, pursing her lips in anxiety at how he might react. She laid back down on the bed, looking up at the ceiling as she spoke, “We–we replaced their memories of what happened. They all think it’s an earthquake.” Ophelia’s words began to crack as she felt single tears run down the sides of her face. “I’m so tired, Wesley. That– this is all too much.”

Holding her in his arms Wesley let his hearing focus on the sound of Ophelia’s breathing. It was simultaneously reassuring to know that she was still breathing and her heart still pumping, while also disconcerting to hear the heaviness that was present. “I think I can handle whatever demons come our way,” Wesley said lightheartedly but hopefully with reassurance. His heart fell in his chest hearing her apologize. “You don’t need to apologize,” it came out as more of a whisper but he meant it with every ounce of conviction he had. 

A smile took over his features feeling her fingers intertwine with his own and he nodded in agreement, having her there was all that mattered to him too. The first time she kissed him at the festival felt like a dream, so this time when Wesley felt her lips press softly against his own he wasn’t going to take the moment for granted. He kissed her back gently, letting his free hand rest against her cheek, he didn’t want the moment to end but he knew it was more about forgiving. They still had a lot to process from what happened and Wesley leaned back when she pulled away, ready to listen. 

Concern flooded Wesley’s eyes, from the second he heard Ophelia say she didn’t feel well and more when she pulled away. He was going to say something then, that he didn’t care about any spells or ask if she was sick, but watching her lay back and wondering if she couldn’t even say it looking at him, decided to wait so that she could say everything she needed to without interruption. Wesley took in her words and felt his heart break not from any concern about what they did, but concern for Ophelia and seeing the tears that were sliding down her cheek. “You helped them though, they won’t have to remember any of those awful things, right?” Wesley tried to reassure her but worried his own words were falling flat. “Hey, it’s okay.” Wanting to make sure she had space, Wesley reached his hand out on the bed let his fingers brush over the back of her hand so she knew it was there. “It’s okay to be tired, but you’ve got to be one of the strongest people I know. It’s all going to work out, I believe it.” 

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vcstillo:

It was an understatement to say that the previous day’s events had freaked Valencia out. She was still accumulating to her supernatural life and continued to be quite unintelligent about the rest of the town’s supernatural life. The fight was something that Valencia had never seen before and frankly never thought she would see. She understood the basics of some species hating the other, but didn’t really know the backstory as to why angels hated demons. Valencia figured that the people who helped clean up the site may be able to eventually fill her in. As she arrived at the beach, she signed up on the volunteer list and glanced around to see if she could find a familiar face. Thankfully, she did. “What else is better than cleaning up this catastrophic mess?” Valencia posed the question with a chuckle, following along with what Wesley was doing to clean up. “Agreed. Someone probably figured that there may be a colossal fight and had the festival outside for specifically that reason.”

Wesley smiled when he looked up to see Valencia had joined him. He would have been at the beach anyways, but it was definitely better now that he had some company. Letting out a laugh Wesley gave a noncommittal shrug, “I don’t know maybe getting a lecture from Michael, working a double at Talbots, or having to listen to What’s New Pussy Cat twenty times in a row?” he offered up. “Not twenty-one though, twenty-one times in a row would be worse than this,” Wesley added as an afterthought. He continued to pick up what was around them, avoiding looking at the time knowing not enough would have passed yet. “You’d think out of all these witches and angels and what not living here someone could have predicted the future,” Wesley muttered sarcastically with a laugh before looking over at Valencia more seriously. “You think someone could have stopped it earlier?” 

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evangcline:

Although Evangeline was still a bit injured after the battle, she knew that helping clean up the beach would be a great way to provide some service. She was limited in how much she could help around. But this wasn’t anything she couldn’t handle. West Hollow never had an everlasting dull moment. The minute you think everything was normal, it’d go crazy again in two seconds.

“Outside or inside, the whole area would be screwed,” Evangeline adjusted her grip on the few pieces of wood she was carrying. She looked at Wesley, “the speech at festival really took a turn, don’t you think? Even us angels didn’t know HIM was planning it. And we’re always on top of things like this.”

Wesley turned his attention towards Evangeline, content to have company especially if it meant not having to be alone with the smoke and remnants of the festival alone. "You got that right,” Wesley said as he nodded his head to the side in exaggerated agreement. “Definitely was not expecting it to turn out like it did, no.” Wesley tossed the piece he was holding onto the pile so he could turn his attention back towards Evangeline as he thought about what she said more. “How much do y’all know, like plans?” He asked immediately recognizing the question seemed better in his head. “Might be a stupid, but if you had a magic Angel eight ball or something that would be great.” 

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iinkwiings:

“It was exhausting for all of us,” Lana said. “Especially the less-trained ones. What we did was… difficult, not to mention the morality of it. But that’s another matter completely. What’s done is  done.” She chuckled when Wesley asked her about a cleaning spell. “I’m sorry, but I don’t think I’d have the energy right now to pull off something like that. I can help you the human way, though, if that’s any consolation.” She grabbed some pieces of trash that had blown along the beach and started collecting them to put in the trash.

Wesley nodded in understanding, he’d seen the toll it had taken on some of the coven when he’d been by after the festival. “I hadn’t even thought about it that way honestly,” he admitted wondering if he would rather go back to before he was turned and forget everything supernatural existed. “Guess there’s not really any easy answer to what’s right, huh?” Wesley smiled at her offer, “I think that should be more than enough.” He followed her lead and started tending back to the trash around before speaking up again as he wondered out loud, “A cleaning spell would be useful. What do you think is the most useful though?” 

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TRUCE. { josie / wesley }

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Josie’s jaw clenched, her fangs baring themselves as defense as he dug into her hand. Despite this pain, she grinned back at him at the challenge. He was a strong werewolf, despite his clear young age – a decided disadvantage to vampires, with sometimes centuries of experience. “We’d never have a message to you, puppy.” she managed in, her grip tightening around the supple skin on his neck, watching her nails crush in and draw small pin sized holes of blood from him. At the scent of it, she momentarily released her grip, taking in the foul aroma of dog that immediately wafted over her (it was foul to her, anyways). In that second, she was tumbling into the table, watching as it crushed underneath the weight of both of them. 

Josie immediately sat back up, ignoring the aching pain in her ribs and rolling back to onto the on top of him. Another smile as she pinned his legs with her own, looking down at the werewolf to examine him more closely. Brandishing a dagger from her thigh holster, she used her other hand to slam his free arm into the floor, relishing in the sound of the crack from the hardwood. “If you tell me where Michael is, maybe I’ll let you live with 8 pints of blood to spare.” she leaned close to his face, taunting, “I would hate for such a pretty face to go to waste.”

The relief from the nails digging into Wesley’s neck only lasted a short moment before the crushing of the table beneath him was pushing the air right out of his lungs once again. He should have known better than to take a second to catch his breath because all it took was that one second for the vampire to be right back on top of him again. Before he could make a move to kick out, her legs had him pinned. Then again before he could even flex his fist, his arm was being crushed against the wood floor in her grasp. Whether she was smarter, or faster, or both didn’t matter much to Wesley anymore once he caught a glimpse of the dagger in her other hand. 

Wesley smirked up at her with a daring glint in his eyes but let his head fall back against the splintered wood, cautiously distancing himself from the blade in her hand. “I didn’t hear a please anywhere in there,” he challenged as she leaned close, suddenly making him very aware of the memory of her nails against his throat and how it felt. “Well first glad to know you think my face is pretty,” Wesley still managed to joke while his mind raced for some way out of the situation. There was always one way out and he’d been itching to take it since she’d stormed through the door. It was like a howl humming beneath his skin, ready to fight. Wesley let a growl slip through the back of his throat as he smiled up at her next still minding the sharp object, “But second, if you get any more creative with that knife I’m afraid I’ll have to be ripping it out of your hands with my teeth. Don’t think we want that, do we?”