Introduction
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welcome to greythorne. a small town on the coast of british columbia, the nearest city a three and a half hour drive away. you would never find greythorne unless you were looking for it. and even then, it's quite difficult to find. and that's the way it's inhabitants like it. greythorne has a secret. well, a secret kept only to the outer world.
for years, greythorne has been known as a safe harbour. a safe harbour for those not accepted anywhere else. for those that others would call "monsters". witches. shapeshifters. lycans. vampires. anything and everything that isn't human. anyone whose true form would make the rest of the world scream in horror.
but not in greythorne. it seems that supernatural creatures of all sorts, of all backgrounds and natures, end up in greythorne at one time or another. some stay there their entire lives. others leave in search of another safe home, while others take their chances in the real world. but greythorne is a home for everyone. something about greythorne means that humans find it practically impossible to find it, and never stay for more than a night. there is a small handful of humans in the town, those who know the secrets and are either related to or in a relationship with some of the supernatural creatures that live there.
the secrets of the town are closely held and closely protected. anyone who risks exposing the secret will be, at best, exiled, or at worst, killed. it sounds drastic but for many, greythorne is the only place they can survive, because their secrets are too visible to be hidden from the real world. they have no chance of survival. anything that threatens the safety of its residents will be dealt with and will be dealt with severely. and everyone knows that.
but there are some who know about this town who should not. some who are determined to burn this town to the ground and destroy every monster who walks the streets. these hunters have, for hundreds of years, kept their distance. but no longer. no more. a new leader has taken their helm and he fears no town. he fears no monster.
these hunters are human, but hunting often runs in the blood. they are fast and strong and possibly the only humans that may stand a chance against these creatures. they burn with a hatred and a fear that often burned in their families before them. and they are organising. and slowly, but surely, they march on greythorne.
greythorne is aware of this threat. or, at least, the elders are. but eager to avoid panic, they deign not to tell the common person. and so, everyone goes on with their day to day lives, able to feel the slowly growing sense of dread, but unable to identify its cause. but they all know. they all know something is coming. they all know. some just choose to ignore it.
and then the town is attacked in a brutal attack that leaves dozens dead and many more injured. they fight off the threat, but they know it's only a matter of time. something is coming, something which is too large to ignore. some just want to get on with their lives. others want to face the threat head on. but life must go on despite it all.
for years, greythorne has been known as a safe harbour. a safe harbour for those not accepted anywhere else. for those that others would call "monsters". witches. shapeshifters. lycans. vampires. anything and everything that isn't human. anyone whose true form would make the rest of the world scream in horror.
but not in greythorne. it seems that supernatural creatures of all sorts, of all backgrounds and natures, end up in greythorne at one time or another. some stay there their entire lives. others leave in search of another safe home, while others take their chances in the real world. but greythorne is a home for everyone. something about greythorne means that humans find it practically impossible to find it, and never stay for more than a night. there is a small handful of humans in the town, those who know the secrets and are either related to or in a relationship with some of the supernatural creatures that live there.
the secrets of the town are closely held and closely protected. anyone who risks exposing the secret will be, at best, exiled, or at worst, killed. it sounds drastic but for many, greythorne is the only place they can survive, because their secrets are too visible to be hidden from the real world. they have no chance of survival. anything that threatens the safety of its residents will be dealt with and will be dealt with severely. and everyone knows that.
but there are some who know about this town who should not. some who are determined to burn this town to the ground and destroy every monster who walks the streets. these hunters have, for hundreds of years, kept their distance. but no longer. no more. a new leader has taken their helm and he fears no town. he fears no monster.
these hunters are human, but hunting often runs in the blood. they are fast and strong and possibly the only humans that may stand a chance against these creatures. they burn with a hatred and a fear that often burned in their families before them. and they are organising. and slowly, but surely, they march on greythorne.
greythorne is aware of this threat. or, at least, the elders are. but eager to avoid panic, they deign not to tell the common person. and so, everyone goes on with their day to day lives, able to feel the slowly growing sense of dread, but unable to identify its cause. but they all know. they all know something is coming. they all know. some just choose to ignore it.
and then the town is attacked in a brutal attack that leaves dozens dead and many more injured. they fight off the threat, but they know it's only a matter of time. something is coming, something which is too large to ignore. some just want to get on with their lives. others want to face the threat head on. but life must go on despite it all.
rules;
first things first, a reminder that god-modding is forbidden. god-modding typically means controlling a character without their player's permission. so when in doubt, ask. romance and violence are pretty much a given for a drama-driven rp like this, but keep it within site rules. most importantly, if things get steamy, either fade to black or bring it off site. there will be adult themes within the rp. if the content veers into uncomfortable or distressing, please PM me and we can work around it or i can ask other players to alter as necessary. please keep the drama to the ic. any issues arising among members of the rp should be dealt with over pm. reservations go in the ooc as they're easier to keep track of. real face claims only, please. characters can be as old as you like, but must be and must appear to be over 18. you have 48 hours to submit a WIP. that WIP can be a blank sheet, i just want something in to know you're still on board. you will then have 5 days after submitting your WIP to finish your character. i will grant extensions as long as you pm me. any further questions or issues, please pm me! i don't bite, promise. when reserving, i'd like your character's face claim, a 250px wide image of said face claim (don't worry if you can't find one, i'll figure something out :D), an aesthetic image (again, i can find something if you can't), their speech colour, what type of creature they are, and a brief description (take a look at my characters for inspiration!) i
i have set up a discord server for chatting and discussing relationships! you aren't obliged to join, but i would strongly recommend as that's where most of the discussion and plotting will take place, and it's also a great opportunity to get to know your fellow writers!
this is a continuation/reboot of safe harbour
phoenix woods | 24 | witch | josh ramsay | icat
phoenix has had his heart broken more than anyone else in greythorne. between perfect relationships turned toxic and falling for people who could or would never love him back, he's had a run of bad luck. but he's promised himself that he won't fall for anyone else, that things will change. he recently started his own business as a distraction, but it's more work than he initially expected.
rosie thompson | appears 23 | siren | hayley williams | icat
finding out you're adopted is bad enough. finding out you're adopted after discovering your supernatural abilities is worse. rosie is a child of the eighties who stopped aging a few years ago. her family moved away but she stayed in greythorne, the only place she'd ever felt at home. she's currently working on her doctorate in greek mythology, and is determined to protect the town at all costs.
Markus Valegood | Appears to 23 | Lycan | Tyler Hoechlin | Wolf's bane109
Once a well known and mannered man, Markus turned to a life of that of a recluse, and wanting to find a cure to get rid of the Lycanthropy that he was born with, and he considers a curse to himself and anyone else that was either born with it or turned against their will. He doesn't want much in life except to find the cure to help others and himself, as well as being left alone, but there's a voice in the back of his mind warning him of something. Something that can't be good.
Jaiden Price | Appears to be 21 | Witch | Ashley Burch | Wolf's Bane109
After a tragic accident resulting in both of her parents deaths Jaiden traveled for years trying to find a place to call her own, she found herself hearing whispers and rumors of a small town for people like herself, witches, Lycans, vampires, ghosts, all the like, but they were only rumors, right? Eventually she found the town that she heard so much about and has been in the town for a few years now, living her days out as a recluse in her home, too afraid to hurt anyone else ever again.
Violet Marsden | Appears to be 19 | Ghost | Mckenzie Foy | Wolf's Bane109
Violet once lived a life like any other human, until a tragic accident took place ending her life at a young age. She used to be one of the rare human residents in Greythorne, making her home and last place of residence in the most supernaturally occupied towns. She refuses to accept the fact that she had died and is unable to move on from this world until she finally accepts the fact that she is truly dead, but part of her feels if even then, she wouldn't be able to leave as if something else is keeping her stuck in an endless loop and she wants to figure out what it is.
Alex Garcia | 23 | Witch | Diego Boneta | Nonconformingrole
Alex has lived in Greythorne with his grandmother since he was little. Being attuned to the necromancy instead of an element, his mother didn't know what to do with him. Necromancy is still quite stigmatized, even among other witches, so he and his grandmother feel safest here, away from misunderstanding humans.
Zada min Albahr | Appears 25 | Mermaid | Emeraude Tobia | nonconformingrole
Zada moved into town a few years ago, seeking out a quiet place to relax after years of... less than reputable living. She’s devoured her share of hearts, and now desires to rebuild the family she’s lost, though in a less conventional manner. She wants nothing more than to live a quiet life, but recent events have made that quite difficult.
Elijah Patrov | Appears 29 | Vampire | Sean o'Pry | mombie
Elijah is an old and classic soul and has been a Vampire for almost 300 years now. He's been through it all - the death of lovers and friends, the joys of the same. One can fit a lot of tragedy and happiness in that lifespan, but it's too much. He just wanted to go someplace where he wouldn't have to deal with this pesky thing called love and friendship. He moved himself to Greythorne about ten years ago and has thus far enjoyed the Supernatural relationships and the quiet. Yet, the Mortals came anyway, and now he has to come out of his peaceful living to shed some hunter blood.
Camila De Santo | Appears 25 | Demon | Eiza Gonzalez | mombie
Camila goes by another name in Hell, Ultara. She was one of the many demons in hell that tortured unfortunate souls. However, centuries ago, she went up to the Earthly realm to bring her wayward brothers and sisters back home. Then she fell in love with a mortal, and as all these cliche love stories go - it all went to Hell pretty quickly. In the midst of trying to escape a forced return home, she found the little safe haven of Greythorne. She's been here for at least half a decade just trying to enjoy a little slice of life outside the brimstone before she is ultimately forced to go back.
travis graveson | 29 | human | scott eastwood | maci-care
travis has been undercover for the hunters for a year now, secretly sending them information. he was under the impression that the attack would simply be used to intimidate that nobody would be harmed. but when people were murdered, he began questioning everything. especially because he's become extremely fond of some of the so-called monsters...
Neden Isimir | Appears to be 26 | Fallen Angel | Lynn Gunn | Wolf's Bane109 |
They were once a Guardian of Heaven and Earth, the best any had seen in over a Millenium. They were a master swordsman and knew battle strategies better than most had. But above all else, they had a soft spot for humans, which eventually lead to their downfall. On one such travel to Earth, they had met a mortal that they had fallen in love with, and upon being called back to Heaven, they had been given the ultimate ultimatum. Continue down the path they were headed and be outcast from Heaven to live as a mortal, or forget that wretched woman and continue on with their status. Neden chose to defy God himself, and as a sign of rebellion, they ripped their own wings from their back and cast them at his feet in a last-ditch attempt as the ultimate form of 'fuck you' and left heaven willingly. What was the point of serving someone that claimed to love every one of their creation, but force such brutality and cruelty? Since then, Neden has traveled the world and met plenty of people that have opened their eyes to exactly how cruel the lord was to the human race. Even furthering their certainty in their choice to rebel.
Now, they find themselves in Greythorne a few weeks after the attack that left the small town in ruin. They will do whatever they can to help rebuild this town and keep the locals safe, even if they have to do it from afar until their time to make themselves known, as they can feel something else coming. Something far worse than what happened that fatal day...
Kaylessa Valven | 22 | half-elf | zooey deschanel | Maci-Care
Kaylessa has been in Greythorne her whole life, quickly becoming the younger sister of most that life there, due to her young age, even in elven terms being young. Though she is known around for being the optimistic and cheery little elf that just wants everyone to be happy, and with her powers of healing she can also make sure everyone is "healthy happy" as she say. Due to growing up in Greythorne she could be described a little ignorant at times, but she doesn't take offense to this, and is known to seeing the best in all people and believing even the heartless and the soulless have good within them.
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Taking place in...
Greythorne our primary setting
A small town located somewhere in British Columbia which is known as a safe place for supernatural creatures of all kinds.
The Story So Far... Write a Post » as written by 5 authors
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xxx Smell like I sound
xxx I’m lost in the crowd,
xxx And I’m hungry like a wolf
xxx Straddle the line, in discord and rhyme,
xxx I’m on the huntdown after you
It didn’t take the two vampires to get to the edge of town and quickly enter the woods, they spent more time making sure the coast was cleared so no one would spot Travis more than anything. Though they did have an excuse if they were seen. Travis would quickly pull the hat he carried in her jacket pocket over his eyes and Evelyn would talk about a new vampire fledgling she would have to feed. Then again, this would only work if they didn’t get a good look at Travis. The two of them didn’t speak much before they got into a woods, a little bit because in case anyone recognized Travis’ voice, but also because there wasn’t much for the two to talk about.
As they got into the woods and into the cover of the woods. Travis lowered his hood from the jacket he was wearing and relaxed a bit. The leafs and branches above extending from the trees around them dimmed the sun’s rays enough where it didn’t bother Trav too much, but he was still getting used to dealing with the sun now being his enemy. He glanced over at Evelyn before speaking. “I’ve hunted deer and other game before, so you won’t have to teach me the basics, but am interested in what all other benefits being a Vampire brings to the table of hunting.” Trav said as he took a look around, but Evelyn quickly shushed him. “Theres a deer ahead, half a mile out. Use your senses to track it down.” Travis nodded as he stood still for a second and caught a scent, beginning their hunt.
Their hunt didn’t last too long. Travis was able to find the deer, two actually, a doe and stag. And with Evelyn’s help they quickly took them down, painless as well. Evelyn was adamant on making sure the kill was quickly and didn’t cause the animals much pain, explaining to Travis what to do with his bare hands rather than with a gun or blade. He picked up her tips quickly and put them to use as they quickly secured their meals “So time for us to get back to Rosie’s?” Travis asked, picking up his kill. ““We should go by my place first. Clean up a little bit of the blood mess you mostly made.” Evelyn said, teasing Trav a bit. Travis agreed, made sense to clean off a bit and not make a mess at Rosie’s. The two quickly headed to Evelyn’s apartment first to clean up as well separate meat and blood; since Evelyn’s own supply was running low.
After washing up and cleaning the meat and blood, Travis and Evelyn headed back to Rosie’s taking mostly alleyways and the not so busy streets to try to keep Trav hidden. It didn’t take them long to get back to Rosie’s, only out hunting and cleaning up for a couple hours. Travis knocked and entered as Rosie yelled out to come in, carrying a bag of blood and wrapped meat. “Hey yo. Sorry for taking so long. Eve took me back to her place to freshen up.” He said, putting the stuff in the fridge, and hearing Evelyn say a snarky comment behind him. “Uh-huh, whatever you say mistress vampire” He replied jokingly, turning back and seeing something different on Rosie’s face and posture. “What’s up?”
A L E X GARCIA
i am out with lanterns,
zzzzzzz.zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.looking for myself.
xx
Alex didn’t know if Phoenix understood just how much his presence grounded him; Phoenix had been a constant in Alex’s life for as long as he could remember, and there was almost no one else that made him feel as secure. Alex felt a little guilty that Phoenix had to comfort him like this. This was his fault, he didn’t deserve the gentle words, or the hushed tones. Still, he nodded. They were going to be okay. It was going to work out. He closed his eyes tightly, and for a moment tried to focus on nothing but his breathing and Phoenix’s hand on his shoulder. Everything was so different, and in that moment he felt like an intruder in his own home.
“It’s so quiet.” Alex wasn’t sure why he said it, except for the fact that the better part of the past decade of his life had been drenched in the whispering of the spirits of the dead. He hadn’t always noticed them before, but he certainly noticed their absence. Most notable was the ghost of a puppy that had followed him here when he moved his things. Alex mostly didn’t even notice him (he didn’t even tend to notice spirits that just minded their business and left him alone, anymore), but now he couldn’t see the ghost, and that bothered him in ways he didn’t know how to explain. “I always thought I’d be happy to be rid of the spirits, but it’s just… Lonely.” Of course, he wasn’t alone, and even if ghosts and spirits weren’t constantly whispering in his ear, he still felt their absence, like the last child left at home when all of the others had moved on.
Alex shook his head; he could think about that later, but hopefully everything would be righted soon, and this could all be an unpleasant memory. “I’m sorry, Phoenix.” Alex sighed, grappling with his words in a way he probably normally wouldn’t have. Everything felt a little uncomfortable and foreign. “I never imagined something like this would happen,” He trailed off, almost as if there were more he wanted to say, but instead he took a deep breath and mumbled, “Okay. I’m okay,” It was more for his own sake than anything, as if he needed to assure himself that he wasn’t going to melt into a puddle of anxiety. He was okay. Everything was going to be okay. He needed to finish gathering up supplies; he’d learned by now it was best not to leave Zada waiting. He didn’t feel like being murdered.
“Thanks,” What he was thanking Phoenix for, he couldn’t tell you. He was grateful for Phoenix’s help, and emotional support, his patience. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Alex paused, and chuckled softly to cover up how awkward he felt, “Probably have a nervous breakdown.” He didn’t vocalize the I don’t deserve you, but it was there; somewhere in the air between them. The only thing he seemed to be any good at was fucking everything up, and still Phoenix stayed beside him. He needed to be better, he knew he did, but every time he tried to improve he just fucked things up again, and often made things worse than they were before.
But he didn’t have time to sit around feeling worthless, so he got up and started gathering things in earnest. A few crystals, the skull he’d salvaged from his secret santa gift, as well as the other various things he thought he might need. Chalk, paint, wood ash. Basic stuff. As Phoenix predicted, it didn’t take him long. There wasn’t really a rhyme or reason to why Alex kept things where he did, but he tended to remember where they were.
He’d set everything out; he wanted to see it all together to make sure he hadn’t forgotten anything, and was silently contemplating swapping the crystals for different ones when the thought that this may not even work overwhelmed him. Of course, it had always been there, in the back of his mind. “Hey, Phoenix?” He knew that Phoenix was likely waiting on him as he fretted over what were- ultimately- unimportant details, but his entire life was riding on this. “If… If this goes wrong, or it doesn’t work, or…” This was their only option, but Alex couldn’t just happily pretend he thought everything was going to work out perfectly. He’d be happy if it did, of course, but there were no guarantees when you worked with demons. “I just… I love you.” And while he could have stopped there, those words seemed to unlock something within him, and the word-vomit of whatever he was feeling seemed to pour out of his mouth before he could stop it. “And knowing you, and being your friend, it was the best thing that ever happened to me. I never thought that…” It was strange, hearing his words expressed by a different voice, “Loving you, and being loved by you, has been the greatest privilege of my life.”
He knew that he needed to shut up and stop talking like he was getting ready to die, so he cleared his throat, “I just mean that… If this doesn’t work out, I don’t expect you to just be okay with it. I’ll understand whatever you do.”
Alex didn’t know if Phoenix understood just how much his presence grounded him; Phoenix had been a constant in Alex’s life for as long as he could remember, and there was almost no one else that made him feel as secure. Alex felt a little guilty that Phoenix had to comfort him like this. This was his fault, he didn’t deserve the gentle words, or the hushed tones. Still, he nodded. They were going to be okay. It was going to work out. He closed his eyes tightly, and for a moment tried to focus on nothing but his breathing and Phoenix’s hand on his shoulder. Everything was so different, and in that moment he felt like an intruder in his own home.
“It’s so quiet.” Alex wasn’t sure why he said it, except for the fact that the better part of the past decade of his life had been drenched in the whispering of the spirits of the dead. He hadn’t always noticed them before, but he certainly noticed their absence. Most notable was the ghost of a puppy that had followed him here when he moved his things. Alex mostly didn’t even notice him (he didn’t even tend to notice spirits that just minded their business and left him alone, anymore), but now he couldn’t see the ghost, and that bothered him in ways he didn’t know how to explain. “I always thought I’d be happy to be rid of the spirits, but it’s just… Lonely.” Of course, he wasn’t alone, and even if ghosts and spirits weren’t constantly whispering in his ear, he still felt their absence, like the last child left at home when all of the others had moved on.
Alex shook his head; he could think about that later, but hopefully everything would be righted soon, and this could all be an unpleasant memory. “I’m sorry, Phoenix.” Alex sighed, grappling with his words in a way he probably normally wouldn’t have. Everything felt a little uncomfortable and foreign. “I never imagined something like this would happen,” He trailed off, almost as if there were more he wanted to say, but instead he took a deep breath and mumbled, “Okay. I’m okay,” It was more for his own sake than anything, as if he needed to assure himself that he wasn’t going to melt into a puddle of anxiety. He was okay. Everything was going to be okay. He needed to finish gathering up supplies; he’d learned by now it was best not to leave Zada waiting. He didn’t feel like being murdered.
“Thanks,” What he was thanking Phoenix for, he couldn’t tell you. He was grateful for Phoenix’s help, and emotional support, his patience. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Alex paused, and chuckled softly to cover up how awkward he felt, “Probably have a nervous breakdown.” He didn’t vocalize the I don’t deserve you, but it was there; somewhere in the air between them. The only thing he seemed to be any good at was fucking everything up, and still Phoenix stayed beside him. He needed to be better, he knew he did, but every time he tried to improve he just fucked things up again, and often made things worse than they were before.
But he didn’t have time to sit around feeling worthless, so he got up and started gathering things in earnest. A few crystals, the skull he’d salvaged from his secret santa gift, as well as the other various things he thought he might need. Chalk, paint, wood ash. Basic stuff. As Phoenix predicted, it didn’t take him long. There wasn’t really a rhyme or reason to why Alex kept things where he did, but he tended to remember where they were.
He’d set everything out; he wanted to see it all together to make sure he hadn’t forgotten anything, and was silently contemplating swapping the crystals for different ones when the thought that this may not even work overwhelmed him. Of course, it had always been there, in the back of his mind. “Hey, Phoenix?” He knew that Phoenix was likely waiting on him as he fretted over what were- ultimately- unimportant details, but his entire life was riding on this. “If… If this goes wrong, or it doesn’t work, or…” This was their only option, but Alex couldn’t just happily pretend he thought everything was going to work out perfectly. He’d be happy if it did, of course, but there were no guarantees when you worked with demons. “I just… I love you.” And while he could have stopped there, those words seemed to unlock something within him, and the word-vomit of whatever he was feeling seemed to pour out of his mouth before he could stop it. “And knowing you, and being your friend, it was the best thing that ever happened to me. I never thought that…” It was strange, hearing his words expressed by a different voice, “Loving you, and being loved by you, has been the greatest privilege of my life.”
He knew that he needed to shut up and stop talking like he was getting ready to die, so he cleared his throat, “I just mean that… If this doesn’t work out, I don’t expect you to just be okay with it. I’ll understand whatever you do.”
Z A D A min ALBAHR
you never really understand a person
zzzzzz.zzzuntil you consider things from his point of view
When Triss admitted to not knowing what to expect from the deal, Zada’s brow furrowed. That was troublesome, and she would have been lying if she said she wasn’t worried. It was foolish, in her mind, to make a deal one didn’t fully understand. But as Trisstana elaborated, Zada couldn’t help but feel more annoyed than anything. Of course Alex needed a babysitter, and of course Trisstana would be pulled into doing that job. “So you have to babysit an immature manchild? Wonderful.” The irritation was evident in her voice, though truthfully she wasn’t upset with Triss; she hadn’t chosen any of this, nor did she have much of a choice in the matter if she wanted to return to normal.
She didn’t mind Triss fiddling with her bracelet, or holding her hand. Really, Zada wouldn't have protested much of anything if it brough Triss some comfort. This was an awkward and uncomfortable situation, and as upset and scared as she may be, she was sure it was only worse for Triss. When she started to talk about the demon sealing the deal, Zada raised an eyebrow. That was importable, because if they’d sealed the deal, it likely meant that Triss was going to have to follow her end of the deal to the letter, or the demon wouldn’t hold up her end of the bargain. Zada hadn’t dealt with too many demons, but she’d once known one well enough to learn that much.
Then Triss pulled away, reacting in pain. Zada gasped and recoiled, herself, mostly in surprise. “Are you okay?” She searched Triss’s face for any answers, then glanced down to her hand. Realization dawned on Zada’s face and she lightly touched her bracelet, gently turning it over her wrist. “It’s silver.” She took the bracelet off and set it aside, then reached out for Triss’ injured hand, “I’m sorry, I forgot. I’m not used to dealing with people who have silver sensitivities.” Just how many supernatural beings had a sensitivity to silver was among one of the first things Zada had learned when she moved to Greythorne, but she didn’t generally interact overly closely with most of them. She hadn’t thought about the implications of Triss being in this body, and what that might mean.
“Come with me,” She demanded, as she led Triss to the kitchen. The best she could think of was running some cold water over Triss’ hand, “It… It’s like a burn, right?” Zada had to admit, she had no idea what they were meant to do in this situation. Would it heal normally? Would it spread and get worse if they didn’t perform some sort of strange and ancient ritual? Nothing about witches was easy or straightforward, if you asked Zada. “I don’t know what to do.” She seemed to remember, then, that she could text Phoenix to ask. “I’ll ask Phoenix.” She reached for her phone, which she kept charging on the kitchen counter.
Phoenix Woods:
We have had accidental contact with silver. It is not immediately fatal, correct?
Texting didn’t come easily to Zada, and she didn’t always convey her tone properly, but cell phones were one thing she could never get the hang of. Maybe it was a human thing, to be able to use them intuitively. “Does it hurt badly?”
She didn’t mind Triss fiddling with her bracelet, or holding her hand. Really, Zada wouldn't have protested much of anything if it brough Triss some comfort. This was an awkward and uncomfortable situation, and as upset and scared as she may be, she was sure it was only worse for Triss. When she started to talk about the demon sealing the deal, Zada raised an eyebrow. That was importable, because if they’d sealed the deal, it likely meant that Triss was going to have to follow her end of the deal to the letter, or the demon wouldn’t hold up her end of the bargain. Zada hadn’t dealt with too many demons, but she’d once known one well enough to learn that much.
Then Triss pulled away, reacting in pain. Zada gasped and recoiled, herself, mostly in surprise. “Are you okay?” She searched Triss’s face for any answers, then glanced down to her hand. Realization dawned on Zada’s face and she lightly touched her bracelet, gently turning it over her wrist. “It’s silver.” She took the bracelet off and set it aside, then reached out for Triss’ injured hand, “I’m sorry, I forgot. I’m not used to dealing with people who have silver sensitivities.” Just how many supernatural beings had a sensitivity to silver was among one of the first things Zada had learned when she moved to Greythorne, but she didn’t generally interact overly closely with most of them. She hadn’t thought about the implications of Triss being in this body, and what that might mean.
“Come with me,” She demanded, as she led Triss to the kitchen. The best she could think of was running some cold water over Triss’ hand, “It… It’s like a burn, right?” Zada had to admit, she had no idea what they were meant to do in this situation. Would it heal normally? Would it spread and get worse if they didn’t perform some sort of strange and ancient ritual? Nothing about witches was easy or straightforward, if you asked Zada. “I don’t know what to do.” She seemed to remember, then, that she could text Phoenix to ask. “I’ll ask Phoenix.” She reached for her phone, which she kept charging on the kitchen counter.
Phoenix Woods:
We have had accidental contact with silver. It is not immediately fatal, correct?
Texting didn’t come easily to Zada, and she didn’t always convey her tone properly, but cell phones were one thing she could never get the hang of. Maybe it was a human thing, to be able to use them intuitively. “Does it hurt badly?”
PHOENIX WOODS
xxxhow it should be
xxxmany years after the disasters that we’ve seen
xxxwhat have we learned?
xxxother than people burn in purifying flame
Hearing Alex talking about how quiet it was, how much he missed the spirits. Phoenix couldn’t imagine what it was like. He couldn’t imagine what it was like to constantly hear their whispers and their murmurs, but he also couldn’t imagine what it was like for that to just… disappear. This whole scenario was so horrible, and Phoenix couldn’t imagine what it was like. He didn’t know how to help. He felt like he hadn’t even been much help in the whole scenario, just making things worse with his stress and anxiety. He forced a smile as Alex thanked him. There was so much he wanted to say. If Alex would have had a nervous breakdown without Phoenix, Phoenix didn’t want to think about where he would be without Alex.
As Alex got back to his feet and finished gathering what they needed, Phoenix finished packing up the few bits he was to bring. He turned back around as Alex called him, raising an eyebrow, and expecting Alex to maybe say they were ready to go or to ask where Phoenix had put something when he’d been tidying up. But instead, his words just felt like a kick to the chest. He’d kept telling himself that everything would work out, that it would be fine, that they’d be fine, but Alex’s words were just an unpleasant reminder that Phoenix had no idea what the future held for him if this didn’t work. Until then, it had seemed straight forward, and maybe naive. But him and Alex fitted so well together that it was hard to imagine anything other than Alex always being there. He hadn’t said anything, because how could he? They’d only been properly dating for a relatively short period of time, and yet when Phoenix pictured his future now, Alex was always there. But Phoenix knew that if they couldn’t fix this, then everything would just be wrong. Greythorne would be wrong.
He’d been trying to keep it together all morning, but that was the point that his resolve shattered and he choked out a sob, instinctively pressing his hand to his mouth. “I don’t-” he tried to say, but he choked on the words and tried to take a deep, shuddering breath. It just turned into another sob. “I don’t know what- what I’m supposed to do without you.” He choked out. There was so much he wanted, no, so much he needed to say, and he couldn’t put any of it into words. “I’m sorry, I just- this has to work. I don’t care what you have to do, but I need this to work,” he managed to get out, managing to calm his breathing a little. “I love you so much. I don't want to think about what happens if this doesn't work.”
His phone buzzed, and he wanted to ignore it, but he caught a glimpse of the screen. Zada needed him, and he tried to take another deep breath, this one a little more successful. “Sounds like Triss has managed to burn herself on some silver. We should head back,” he said, wiping his face. “Can you grab the burn paste from the bathroom?” He didn’t want to go back, but he didn’t want to stay here either. He wanted to just go somewhere else entirely until all this was gone, somewhere he could pretend it wasn’t happening. But that wasn’t an option. He wasn’t going to let Zada down like that. He sent her back a text.
To: Zada
Shouldn’t be fatal, just a sore burn for a few days. Bringing something to help heal it up.
As Alex got back to his feet and finished gathering what they needed, Phoenix finished packing up the few bits he was to bring. He turned back around as Alex called him, raising an eyebrow, and expecting Alex to maybe say they were ready to go or to ask where Phoenix had put something when he’d been tidying up. But instead, his words just felt like a kick to the chest. He’d kept telling himself that everything would work out, that it would be fine, that they’d be fine, but Alex’s words were just an unpleasant reminder that Phoenix had no idea what the future held for him if this didn’t work. Until then, it had seemed straight forward, and maybe naive. But him and Alex fitted so well together that it was hard to imagine anything other than Alex always being there. He hadn’t said anything, because how could he? They’d only been properly dating for a relatively short period of time, and yet when Phoenix pictured his future now, Alex was always there. But Phoenix knew that if they couldn’t fix this, then everything would just be wrong. Greythorne would be wrong.
He’d been trying to keep it together all morning, but that was the point that his resolve shattered and he choked out a sob, instinctively pressing his hand to his mouth. “I don’t-” he tried to say, but he choked on the words and tried to take a deep, shuddering breath. It just turned into another sob. “I don’t know what- what I’m supposed to do without you.” He choked out. There was so much he wanted, no, so much he needed to say, and he couldn’t put any of it into words. “I’m sorry, I just- this has to work. I don’t care what you have to do, but I need this to work,” he managed to get out, managing to calm his breathing a little. “I love you so much. I don't want to think about what happens if this doesn't work.”
His phone buzzed, and he wanted to ignore it, but he caught a glimpse of the screen. Zada needed him, and he tried to take another deep breath, this one a little more successful. “Sounds like Triss has managed to burn herself on some silver. We should head back,” he said, wiping his face. “Can you grab the burn paste from the bathroom?” He didn’t want to go back, but he didn’t want to stay here either. He wanted to just go somewhere else entirely until all this was gone, somewhere he could pretend it wasn’t happening. But that wasn’t an option. He wasn’t going to let Zada down like that. He sent her back a text.
To: Zada
Shouldn’t be fatal, just a sore burn for a few days. Bringing something to help heal it up.
ROSIE THOMPSON
xxxi know we're not everlasting
xxxwe’re a train wreck waiting to happen
xxxone day the blood won't flow so gladly
xxxone day we'll all get still
Rosie looked up as Neden began to speak from where they were in the kitchen. She frowned at the angel’s words, shaking her head slightly. “Neden, sweetheart… You can’t dwell on that. It isn’t healthy, and it won’t do you any favours. You’ve done bad things in the past. But you’ve also done good things since. You can’t change or erase the things you’ve done, but you leave it in the past where it belongs. Don’t let it hold you back or stop you from doing good things,” she said softly, standing up and putting a hand on Neden’s arm for a few seconds as she spoke.
“And as for your leg, I think you might be out of luck considering we just lost two of our best healers to the wilds of the Irish countryside. And I think there’s only so much Phoenix’s tea can do for something like that,” she said lightly. “But we’ll figure it out. We’ll figure it all out.” She looked up as she heard two more people approaching, tensing up a little out of habit. But she heard familiar voices and relaxed as Evelyn and Rosie came back in. It suddenly hit her again that she was going to have to tell Travis about the trial. The joking banter between Travis and Evelyn didn’t do much to help things.
She sighed as Travis asked her what was up, shooting Neden a glance. “I got a letter while you were gone. You’ve been called to stand trial for everything you’ve done. And… I’ve been asked to preside over proceedings as the Council’s representative, which means I can’t directly help you.”
“What the fuck?” Evelyn said, folding her arms. “Can they do that? Given your…” she trailed off, but Rosie knew what she meant.
“They can do whatever the hell they want. They, strictly speaking, run this place. There’s nothing stopping them. And if I fight it, I’ll make it worse. It’s a public trial, so the whole town will be there to keep me accountable. There’s nothing I can do. So… Neden has agreed to help you figure it out, find something that might help.”
“You can count me in too. You fucked up, hunter boy, but you don’t deserve to be ki-” Evelyn cut herself off. “Uhh… does he know about that part?”
“No. But he should,” Rosie said, turning to look fully at Trav. “That’s the other thing. The traditional punishment for a guilty party is ritualistic execution. Death. So if there’s anything you can think of that could help your case, we need to know about it.”
“And as for your leg, I think you might be out of luck considering we just lost two of our best healers to the wilds of the Irish countryside. And I think there’s only so much Phoenix’s tea can do for something like that,” she said lightly. “But we’ll figure it out. We’ll figure it all out.” She looked up as she heard two more people approaching, tensing up a little out of habit. But she heard familiar voices and relaxed as Evelyn and Rosie came back in. It suddenly hit her again that she was going to have to tell Travis about the trial. The joking banter between Travis and Evelyn didn’t do much to help things.
She sighed as Travis asked her what was up, shooting Neden a glance. “I got a letter while you were gone. You’ve been called to stand trial for everything you’ve done. And… I’ve been asked to preside over proceedings as the Council’s representative, which means I can’t directly help you.”
“What the fuck?” Evelyn said, folding her arms. “Can they do that? Given your…” she trailed off, but Rosie knew what she meant.
“They can do whatever the hell they want. They, strictly speaking, run this place. There’s nothing stopping them. And if I fight it, I’ll make it worse. It’s a public trial, so the whole town will be there to keep me accountable. There’s nothing I can do. So… Neden has agreed to help you figure it out, find something that might help.”
“You can count me in too. You fucked up, hunter boy, but you don’t deserve to be ki-” Evelyn cut herself off. “Uhh… does he know about that part?”
“No. But he should,” Rosie said, turning to look fully at Trav. “That’s the other thing. The traditional punishment for a guilty party is ritualistic execution. Death. So if there’s anything you can think of that could help your case, we need to know about it.”
T R A V I S GRAVESON
what you gon' do
zzzzzz.zzzzzzzwhen there's blood in the water?
x
Travis wasn’t sure what exactly he expected to hear from Rosie and Neden, but what the siren revealed was a thought that lingered at the back of his mind for awhile that he ignored and just hoped would go away. He was now being held accountable for his actions, the things he ran away the first time for. Travis wasn’t sure how long he could just hide out at Rosie’s, sort of hoping that a miracle would happen and everyone would just forget about what he did and such. But now a public trial, and that it was upon Rosie’s shoulders. He wouldn’t want anyone else up there judging him, but he knew it wouldn’t be easy for her. Travi wasn’t sure how to react to the news, luckily Rosie kept talking and the others joined in the conversation, giving him time to just sit down with his thoughts for a moment.
Trav stayed quiet for most of the conversation between the group, just sitting idly. He didn’t show a physical reaction to Evelyn Evelyn saying he fucked up nor what the punishment would be if, when, he would be found guilty. He wasn’t scared of death, never one to fear what laid on the other side after a man closed his eyes for the last time. But he was still trying to come to terms with the monster he is, not the vampire side of him, but the side of him that used to be a hunter. Maybe this was the retribution for his sins and the consequence of his actions catching up to him.
It wasn’t until Travis looked up and noticed the others staring at him that he realized they were talking to him, as he lost in his thoughts for a bit. “Sorry, I’m just... thinking.” Travis said as he ran one of his hands over his face and through his hair. He could just run again, but if he ran now, he would have nowhere else to go. The Branded would know about his traitorous actions by now, plus being a vampire wouldn’t be easy to hide from them, and if he ran from Greythorne, he assumed news would travel about the hunter and he would be exiled from any other villages. Either way, he was now a deadman walking, waiting for judgement.
“I need some time to myself.” Travis said abruptly, not really noticing, or caring, if he interrupted anyone. He stood up and made his way into the basement, closing the door behind him. The room Rosie set up for him he appreciated, but being closed off in the basement would give him more time to himself and away from the others.
After his feet shuffled down the stairs, Travis made his way across the basement and slammed his fist into the concrete wall, leaving a miniscule crack in the wall thanks to his vampiric strength. He turned around and slid his back down the wall until he was sitting down, one leg stretched out and the other bent with his arms around it.Travis let out some deep breaths and quickly wiped away a tear from his face. After all he had fought for, the friends he made, and the one place he felt welcomed, was now just crumbling down all around him.
Travis wasn’t sure what exactly he expected to hear from Rosie and Neden, but what the siren revealed was a thought that lingered at the back of his mind for awhile that he ignored and just hoped would go away. He was now being held accountable for his actions, the things he ran away the first time for. Travis wasn’t sure how long he could just hide out at Rosie’s, sort of hoping that a miracle would happen and everyone would just forget about what he did and such. But now a public trial, and that it was upon Rosie’s shoulders. He wouldn’t want anyone else up there judging him, but he knew it wouldn’t be easy for her. Travi wasn’t sure how to react to the news, luckily Rosie kept talking and the others joined in the conversation, giving him time to just sit down with his thoughts for a moment.
Trav stayed quiet for most of the conversation between the group, just sitting idly. He didn’t show a physical reaction to Evelyn Evelyn saying he fucked up nor what the punishment would be if, when, he would be found guilty. He wasn’t scared of death, never one to fear what laid on the other side after a man closed his eyes for the last time. But he was still trying to come to terms with the monster he is, not the vampire side of him, but the side of him that used to be a hunter. Maybe this was the retribution for his sins and the consequence of his actions catching up to him.
It wasn’t until Travis looked up and noticed the others staring at him that he realized they were talking to him, as he lost in his thoughts for a bit. “Sorry, I’m just... thinking.” Travis said as he ran one of his hands over his face and through his hair. He could just run again, but if he ran now, he would have nowhere else to go. The Branded would know about his traitorous actions by now, plus being a vampire wouldn’t be easy to hide from them, and if he ran from Greythorne, he assumed news would travel about the hunter and he would be exiled from any other villages. Either way, he was now a deadman walking, waiting for judgement.
“I need some time to myself.” Travis said abruptly, not really noticing, or caring, if he interrupted anyone. He stood up and made his way into the basement, closing the door behind him. The room Rosie set up for him he appreciated, but being closed off in the basement would give him more time to himself and away from the others.
After his feet shuffled down the stairs, Travis made his way across the basement and slammed his fist into the concrete wall, leaving a miniscule crack in the wall thanks to his vampiric strength. He turned around and slid his back down the wall until he was sitting down, one leg stretched out and the other bent with his arms around it.Travis let out some deep breaths and quickly wiped away a tear from his face. After all he had fought for, the friends he made, and the one place he felt welcomed, was now just crumbling down all around him.
T R I S S GLASSER
unless i am myself,
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.zzzzzzzi am nobody.
xx
“No. What’s causing this, the demon?” Trisstana replied outloud to Zada questioning if she was okay. When she said it was silver it took a moment for the mermaid to remember she was technically a witch now and that silver was one of the things that witches didn’t exactly agree with. She let Zada lead her into the kitchen and pull the burned hand until cold water, letting out a small mumble in a yes tone to being asked about the injury.
Triss kept her hand until the water as it did make it feel a tad bit better as Zada said she would ask Phoenix. She was glad for how quick thinking Zada was, and thankful to have met a woman like his outside of the river waters. Over her life, the small pods of Nixies were close knit, becoming a family of sorts, but Triss never found one she felt comfortable with and enjoyed traveling down the water and through different rivers. But being with the beautiful mermaid, she felt a connection, something she assumed the other Nixie’s felt with each other in their pods. But she felt terrible putting Zada through the current drama she was entangled in even if it wasn’t her fault.
Trisstana didn’t realize she was staring at Zada until she heard the trail end of her asking if it still hurt. “I mean. The water makes it feel better.” Triss said looking back at the water. But there was something else that seemed to bother her. “The water. It feels different. I… It doesn’t feel as natural as it normally does. Now it just runs off of my hands instead of flowing around me.” She paused for a second, turning to look back at Zada.
“You know, the connection one has when swimming in water and letting themself be one with it and letting go. I… I don’t feel it anymore…” Trisstana trailed off. She knew it was because of the body she now inhabited, but she didn’t like it. She never had the thought of what it would be like to live without water, and the feeling she felt now was something that she hoped she would never feel again. Triss pulled her hand out of the water, rather deal with the pain of the burn than be reminded of not being welcomed by something she’s devoted her life to.
“No. What’s causing this, the demon?” Trisstana replied outloud to Zada questioning if she was okay. When she said it was silver it took a moment for the mermaid to remember she was technically a witch now and that silver was one of the things that witches didn’t exactly agree with. She let Zada lead her into the kitchen and pull the burned hand until cold water, letting out a small mumble in a yes tone to being asked about the injury.
Triss kept her hand until the water as it did make it feel a tad bit better as Zada said she would ask Phoenix. She was glad for how quick thinking Zada was, and thankful to have met a woman like his outside of the river waters. Over her life, the small pods of Nixies were close knit, becoming a family of sorts, but Triss never found one she felt comfortable with and enjoyed traveling down the water and through different rivers. But being with the beautiful mermaid, she felt a connection, something she assumed the other Nixie’s felt with each other in their pods. But she felt terrible putting Zada through the current drama she was entangled in even if it wasn’t her fault.
Trisstana didn’t realize she was staring at Zada until she heard the trail end of her asking if it still hurt. “I mean. The water makes it feel better.” Triss said looking back at the water. But there was something else that seemed to bother her. “The water. It feels different. I… It doesn’t feel as natural as it normally does. Now it just runs off of my hands instead of flowing around me.” She paused for a second, turning to look back at Zada.
“You know, the connection one has when swimming in water and letting themself be one with it and letting go. I… I don’t feel it anymore…” Trisstana trailed off. She knew it was because of the body she now inhabited, but she didn’t like it. She never had the thought of what it would be like to live without water, and the feeling she felt now was something that she hoped she would never feel again. Triss pulled her hand out of the water, rather deal with the pain of the burn than be reminded of not being welcomed by something she’s devoted her life to.
Neden Isimir
xxxI was looking for a breath of life
xxxA little touch of heavenly light
xxxBut all the choirs in my head sang no
xxxTo get a dream of life again
The angel took a deep breath as they heard the following words from Rosie, blinking rapidly a few times as they felt a hand gently squeeze their arm. Looking up ever so slightly to meet Rosie's eyes as she continued to talk. Neden knew full well that she meant what she said, and they appreciated it. All of it. Having someone truly believe you had changed, and weren't like that anymore. It helped dull the pain that Neden constantly felt, but not all of it. They'd forever feel the guilt of their past actions, and it was just something they'd have to live with. Neden took a deep breath as they nodded slightly, "Thank you, Rosie..." their voice trailed off, they wanted to say more but, they didn't have the energy for this. Not to continue fighting someone who was only here to help them. Neden gave her a small, forced smile for just a moment before it faltered again. They knew one other person who could help with their leg, someone else than Phoenix, but they hadn't been in contact with him in well...Years. Doubted he was even still around. But, maybe if they reached out to him, they could see how he was doing.
"I uh...May know someone...Will have to try to reach out to him but...I should be able to track him down somehow..." Neden stated softly, "He's an old friend of mine, a non-hunter friend. He did get wrapped up in some stuff in the past but...He's a good guy, all things considered. But, we'll see." Neden nodded a bit. Neden's eyebrow arched for a moment as they heard voices coming from the front door before it opened and in stepped Travis and Evelyn. They were back already. Neden straightened their posture as they took a step away from Rosie, keeping their eyes down and away from Evelyn's gaze. They knew she wasn't entirely angry with them all the time, but they didn't want to start anything with the vampire already, especially when Rosie started to explain everything to them when Travis asked what was going on.
The angel's eyes glanced among the three others as they spoke. Returning Rosie's occasional glances with their own, always an understanding look every time. They kept their hands folded neatly in front of them, rubbing their thumbs against the top of their hands, a coping mechanism they developed over the years. Neden's eyes glanced between Rosie and Evelyn as they exchanged words, occasionally glancing at Travis as the two women spoke, gauging his reaction to it all. Which, was the outcome they had been expecting. Seeing his face falter, his body language shifting drastically, even to the point of him having to sit down.
A small sigh escaped their lips as they shifted on their feet before finally speaking, "Like Rosie said...I'll help him in any way that I can. This...This wouldn't be my first time having to stand trial for someone and have to come to their defense. Maybe not to the same callibur but...I'll do what I can. Which, I won't let them kill him. It won't come to that." Neden took a deep breath for a moment before continuing, "I know I'm guilty of my own past actions, especially with The Branded but....I know things about them that, could actually help us." Neden shuddered for a moment, looking at Travis as he stood up, said he needed time and dissapeared in the basement. They nodded silently at him before returning to look at Evelyn and Rosie.
They gave it a moment before they started to talk once more, "There's uh...Something else I didn't tell you all...Until now. I know it's important, especially to make mention now." Neden bit their lip for a moment before continuing, "On my way back to Greythorne, I found some scouting parties....And outlooks. Bases. I know where they're located and...I might be able to help...Not just with the trial but...Other things. their hands shook nervously for a moment, "Evelyn, your help with the trial would be greatly appreciated, honestly. I am...I'll be needing as much help as I can get. So...Thank you. After all of this is over with, I dunno...I'll let you kill me? I mean, you're already considering it so, why not?" they shifted awkwardly, "They're not gonna stop...Not until they're taken out...And...I have an idea. But it can wait for after the trial. We get that squared away and over with first...We can move on with those fucking bastards later. What I'm trying to say is...I'm with you all for all of this...Not gonna leave you high and dry, I mean...I came back, right? I owe you guys so much...This is just the start of the least I can do to help."
"I uh...May know someone...Will have to try to reach out to him but...I should be able to track him down somehow..." Neden stated softly, "He's an old friend of mine, a non-hunter friend. He did get wrapped up in some stuff in the past but...He's a good guy, all things considered. But, we'll see." Neden nodded a bit. Neden's eyebrow arched for a moment as they heard voices coming from the front door before it opened and in stepped Travis and Evelyn. They were back already. Neden straightened their posture as they took a step away from Rosie, keeping their eyes down and away from Evelyn's gaze. They knew she wasn't entirely angry with them all the time, but they didn't want to start anything with the vampire already, especially when Rosie started to explain everything to them when Travis asked what was going on.
The angel's eyes glanced among the three others as they spoke. Returning Rosie's occasional glances with their own, always an understanding look every time. They kept their hands folded neatly in front of them, rubbing their thumbs against the top of their hands, a coping mechanism they developed over the years. Neden's eyes glanced between Rosie and Evelyn as they exchanged words, occasionally glancing at Travis as the two women spoke, gauging his reaction to it all. Which, was the outcome they had been expecting. Seeing his face falter, his body language shifting drastically, even to the point of him having to sit down.
A small sigh escaped their lips as they shifted on their feet before finally speaking, "Like Rosie said...I'll help him in any way that I can. This...This wouldn't be my first time having to stand trial for someone and have to come to their defense. Maybe not to the same callibur but...I'll do what I can. Which, I won't let them kill him. It won't come to that." Neden took a deep breath for a moment before continuing, "I know I'm guilty of my own past actions, especially with The Branded but....I know things about them that, could actually help us." Neden shuddered for a moment, looking at Travis as he stood up, said he needed time and dissapeared in the basement. They nodded silently at him before returning to look at Evelyn and Rosie.
They gave it a moment before they started to talk once more, "There's uh...Something else I didn't tell you all...Until now. I know it's important, especially to make mention now." Neden bit their lip for a moment before continuing, "On my way back to Greythorne, I found some scouting parties....And outlooks. Bases. I know where they're located and...I might be able to help...Not just with the trial but...Other things. their hands shook nervously for a moment, "Evelyn, your help with the trial would be greatly appreciated, honestly. I am...I'll be needing as much help as I can get. So...Thank you. After all of this is over with, I dunno...I'll let you kill me? I mean, you're already considering it so, why not?" they shifted awkwardly, "They're not gonna stop...Not until they're taken out...And...I have an idea. But it can wait for after the trial. We get that squared away and over with first...We can move on with those fucking bastards later. What I'm trying to say is...I'm with you all for all of this...Not gonna leave you high and dry, I mean...I came back, right? I owe you guys so much...This is just the start of the least I can do to help."
A L E X GARCIA
i am out with lanterns,
zzzzzzz.zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.looking for myself.
xx
The moment Alex had finished talking, he had the sense that he probably shouldn’t have said anything at all. It crushed his heart when Phoenix began to sob, and Phoenix’s words had tears welling up in his eyes: this was all his fault. None of this would have happened if he wasn’t so impulsive and useless and afraid. He wanted to hold Phoenix close, to comfort him and be comforted in turn, but nothing about that felt right. He wasn’t himself, and a part of him wasn’t sure his touch would be well-received, and he didn’t know what to say. What could he say? “I’m sorry,” He half spoke, half mumbled, “I shouldn’t have said anything, I’m just scared, and-” And what? He knew he had needed to express his feelings before that fear turned to anger. He was angry enough with himself, he didn’t need to risk becoming overwhelmed by the combination of the situation and his own emotions. He’d learned the hard way that letting his feelings fester didn’t do him any favors.
Then Phoenix received a text, and like a crashing wave that was it, the moment had been taken over by the next event that required attention. Alex hadn’t thought to warn Triss against silver; honestly, he thought it was a give-in for supernatural creatures to avoid the stuff. Shows what he knew. Phoenix had asked him to grab the burn cream, and Alex nodded immediately, but stood rooted in place for a short moment, studying Phoenix’s face.
He moved on without another word. There wasn’t anything to be said, anyway.
In the bathroom, he found himself a little distracted by his reflection. There was something surreal about looking at yourself in a mirror and seeing someone else. It made everything feel a bit like a dream. He quickly grabbed up what he’d come from and went to rejoin Phoenix, but he hesitated there for a few extra seconds to give Phoenix a moment to- hopefully- compose himself. He briefly considered taking a moment to run and grab one of his hoodies. He’d feel better, he thought, if he had one. He hadn’t realized until that moment how he’d been using them for security.
But that would be hard to explain, and potentially upsetting, so instead he returned to Phoenix. “It’s gonna be okay, I’m just being negative. I need to learn how to keep my thoughts to myself.” He sighed, then reached out and smoothed a stray lock of Phoenix’s hair back in place. But his hands were too small, and it was weird and everything felt a little like it had before. Alex knew, on some level, that he’d been trying to absolve Phoenix of guilt, but he felt like he’d just made everything worse.
He cleared his throat, wanting to move on before either of them got any chance to get too emotional again, “We better get back before Triss ends up breaking an arm. Of course she’d get hurt. Everything goes well, she won’t have to deal with it much longer.” He started to gather up all the things he’d gotten together; hopefully they’d get this done very quickly, and he could bitch about Triss getting him hurt in the comfort of his own body.
Once they were both ready, they could head out easily enough, and Alex figured neither of them would much mind if they didn't discuss the feeling of impending doom that had so nicely settled between them.
The moment Alex had finished talking, he had the sense that he probably shouldn’t have said anything at all. It crushed his heart when Phoenix began to sob, and Phoenix’s words had tears welling up in his eyes: this was all his fault. None of this would have happened if he wasn’t so impulsive and useless and afraid. He wanted to hold Phoenix close, to comfort him and be comforted in turn, but nothing about that felt right. He wasn’t himself, and a part of him wasn’t sure his touch would be well-received, and he didn’t know what to say. What could he say? “I’m sorry,” He half spoke, half mumbled, “I shouldn’t have said anything, I’m just scared, and-” And what? He knew he had needed to express his feelings before that fear turned to anger. He was angry enough with himself, he didn’t need to risk becoming overwhelmed by the combination of the situation and his own emotions. He’d learned the hard way that letting his feelings fester didn’t do him any favors.
Then Phoenix received a text, and like a crashing wave that was it, the moment had been taken over by the next event that required attention. Alex hadn’t thought to warn Triss against silver; honestly, he thought it was a give-in for supernatural creatures to avoid the stuff. Shows what he knew. Phoenix had asked him to grab the burn cream, and Alex nodded immediately, but stood rooted in place for a short moment, studying Phoenix’s face.
He moved on without another word. There wasn’t anything to be said, anyway.
In the bathroom, he found himself a little distracted by his reflection. There was something surreal about looking at yourself in a mirror and seeing someone else. It made everything feel a bit like a dream. He quickly grabbed up what he’d come from and went to rejoin Phoenix, but he hesitated there for a few extra seconds to give Phoenix a moment to- hopefully- compose himself. He briefly considered taking a moment to run and grab one of his hoodies. He’d feel better, he thought, if he had one. He hadn’t realized until that moment how he’d been using them for security.
But that would be hard to explain, and potentially upsetting, so instead he returned to Phoenix. “It’s gonna be okay, I’m just being negative. I need to learn how to keep my thoughts to myself.” He sighed, then reached out and smoothed a stray lock of Phoenix’s hair back in place. But his hands were too small, and it was weird and everything felt a little like it had before. Alex knew, on some level, that he’d been trying to absolve Phoenix of guilt, but he felt like he’d just made everything worse.
He cleared his throat, wanting to move on before either of them got any chance to get too emotional again, “We better get back before Triss ends up breaking an arm. Of course she’d get hurt. Everything goes well, she won’t have to deal with it much longer.” He started to gather up all the things he’d gotten together; hopefully they’d get this done very quickly, and he could bitch about Triss getting him hurt in the comfort of his own body.
Once they were both ready, they could head out easily enough, and Alex figured neither of them would much mind if they didn't discuss the feeling of impending doom that had so nicely settled between them.
Z A D A min ALBAHR
you never really understand a person
zzzzzz.zzzuntil you consider things from his point of view
Zada frowned when Triss spoke about how the water felt different; she couldn’t even imagine that, if she were being honest. Being in- and around- the water was like breathing to Zada, and the thought of having her connection to water severed was a horrifying thought. Zada sighed and rested a hand on Triss’ shoulder, gently rubbing her thumb across it. She hoped it would be comforting, but she didn’t know. “You’ll be back to normal soon enough, Trisstana.” Zada wasn’t sure she believed it, but she needed to. “And once you’re back, we can have a good, long soak.” Zada would have loved nothing more than to promise Triss they’d go for a swim, but going to the lake had made both of them nervous after what happened the last time. Zada had been so sure then that she was going to lose Triss, she never thought she’d lose her to something as stupid as a demon’s bruised ego.
Zada turned the tap off after Triss removed her hand from the water, and reached out to gently take Triss’ hand in her own, carefully inspecting the burn, “It doesn’t look too bad.” She jumped when her phone went off, and took a second to relax before checking the message. Phoenix’s words were a relief, “They’re going to bring something to help with the pain.”
She tilted her head slightly to the side, as if looking at Triss from a different angle would suddenly give her answers she didn’t have before. “I don’t know what it’s like to feel the water in the way you’ve described it,” She admitted, finally, “But I promise you it’s temporary.” Zada hadn’t felt so deeply devoted to another person since she’d been rejected by her pod, and she wasn’t going to throw it away for anything. “We’ll get you back to normal, you’ll be connected to the water again, and all will be well. I promise, lover, as much as I can promise you such a thing, all will be righted again.”
She grabbed a towel and gently dried off Triss’ hand, careful not to be abrasive on the burns, “And I’ll be with you the whole way.” She wasn’t sure the assurance meant much, but it made her feel better to have said it. It was funny, how a part of comforting others was sometimes comforting yourself.
“I’m going to take off this bracelet.” She said, before turning to leave the room. She didn’t know if Triss would follow or not, but she added, “I’ll just be a moment.” She went to her bedroom, traded silver for a bracelet of a more appropriate composition, and sighed. This was the strangest experience of her life, and certainly not anything she’d expected would actually happen. She’d known strange things would happen living in an inland supernatural community, but she never would have guessed at any of this.
She returned to the main room to wait. The town was small, and it didn’t take long at all to get around, even if you were walking, so she knew it wouldn’t be too terribly long, now. She spotted Phoenix and Triss- no, Alex- through the window and felt an overwhelming sense of relief. They were back. They could fix things now.
Zada turned the tap off after Triss removed her hand from the water, and reached out to gently take Triss’ hand in her own, carefully inspecting the burn, “It doesn’t look too bad.” She jumped when her phone went off, and took a second to relax before checking the message. Phoenix’s words were a relief, “They’re going to bring something to help with the pain.”
She tilted her head slightly to the side, as if looking at Triss from a different angle would suddenly give her answers she didn’t have before. “I don’t know what it’s like to feel the water in the way you’ve described it,” She admitted, finally, “But I promise you it’s temporary.” Zada hadn’t felt so deeply devoted to another person since she’d been rejected by her pod, and she wasn’t going to throw it away for anything. “We’ll get you back to normal, you’ll be connected to the water again, and all will be well. I promise, lover, as much as I can promise you such a thing, all will be righted again.”
She grabbed a towel and gently dried off Triss’ hand, careful not to be abrasive on the burns, “And I’ll be with you the whole way.” She wasn’t sure the assurance meant much, but it made her feel better to have said it. It was funny, how a part of comforting others was sometimes comforting yourself.
“I’m going to take off this bracelet.” She said, before turning to leave the room. She didn’t know if Triss would follow or not, but she added, “I’ll just be a moment.” She went to her bedroom, traded silver for a bracelet of a more appropriate composition, and sighed. This was the strangest experience of her life, and certainly not anything she’d expected would actually happen. She’d known strange things would happen living in an inland supernatural community, but she never would have guessed at any of this.
She returned to the main room to wait. The town was small, and it didn’t take long at all to get around, even if you were walking, so she knew it wouldn’t be too terribly long, now. She spotted Phoenix and Triss- no, Alex- through the window and felt an overwhelming sense of relief. They were back. They could fix things now.
PHOENIX WOODS
xxxhow it should be
xxxmany years after the disasters that we’ve seen
xxxwhat have we learned?
xxxother than people burn in purifying flame
While Alex was gone, Phoenix took the precious few seconds to try and pull himself together. He wasn’t the only one dealing with this, he reminded himself, and having meltdowns wasn’t going to help anybody. This would work. It had to work. For everyone’s sake. He made sure everything they needed was in the bag and that he had the tea and the promised baked goods, knowing that keeping himself busy was key. He just needed to get through the next few hours.
He managed to shoot a smile at Alex as he came back. Alex reaching out to fix Phoenix’s hair was such a natural familiar gesture, but Phoenix flinched away from the touch for a fraction of a second, his body reacting almost instinctively to the wrong hand. “No. I think… we needed to say it,” he admitted softly, before taking Alex’s hint to move on and picking up the bag. Alex joking about Triss getting hurt made him crack a proper smile.
The walk back to Zada’s was quiet, but Phoenix was glad for that. Reflecting on and discussing what had happened seemed like something they should do when everyone was back in their correct bodies and the whole thing was behind them. Carrying the bag gave him something to do with his hands and made the absence of Alex’s hand feel less strange.
They let themselves back into Zada’s and went back into the main room. Phoenix dug the healing paste out of the bag and handed it to Triss. “You only need a little bit, and it should start to work right away,” he instructed. “I also brought some protective tea. Me and Abuela figured it out a while back, when the attacks were… really bad.” When him and Alex still weren’t talking to each other. The memory alone made the hollow feeling in his chest come back. “It’s all herbs, fruits, and flowers known to have a protective effect in necromancy and other forms of magic, and I grew them myself which means their effects should be increased. We don’t know for sure if it makes a difference, but I think we need to do everything we can to protect ourselves.” He explained it mostly for Triss’ benefit, as he guessed she was the most likely to question it.
He managed to shoot a smile at Alex as he came back. Alex reaching out to fix Phoenix’s hair was such a natural familiar gesture, but Phoenix flinched away from the touch for a fraction of a second, his body reacting almost instinctively to the wrong hand. “No. I think… we needed to say it,” he admitted softly, before taking Alex’s hint to move on and picking up the bag. Alex joking about Triss getting hurt made him crack a proper smile.
The walk back to Zada’s was quiet, but Phoenix was glad for that. Reflecting on and discussing what had happened seemed like something they should do when everyone was back in their correct bodies and the whole thing was behind them. Carrying the bag gave him something to do with his hands and made the absence of Alex’s hand feel less strange.
They let themselves back into Zada’s and went back into the main room. Phoenix dug the healing paste out of the bag and handed it to Triss. “You only need a little bit, and it should start to work right away,” he instructed. “I also brought some protective tea. Me and Abuela figured it out a while back, when the attacks were… really bad.” When him and Alex still weren’t talking to each other. The memory alone made the hollow feeling in his chest come back. “It’s all herbs, fruits, and flowers known to have a protective effect in necromancy and other forms of magic, and I grew them myself which means their effects should be increased. We don’t know for sure if it makes a difference, but I think we need to do everything we can to protect ourselves.” He explained it mostly for Triss’ benefit, as he guessed she was the most likely to question it.
Jaiden Price
xxxAnd it's too late,
xxxShe believes in fate,
xxxShe's absolutely smitten,
xxxAnd she'll never let you go.
Jaiden nodded as Zoe said she thought she had met Neden, "Well, if you've been in town long enough, I think it'd be safe to guess you have. They used to have like...weird blonde hair, but now they've dyed it brown. Dress rather weirdly, and kind of an odd-ball? But uh...In a good way. They've come a long way..." her voice dipping by the time she came to the end of her words, whatever she was trying to say Jaiden had lost track as she shook her head. A small smile crept across her lips as Zoe said she didn't have much stuff with her, but she would need help tracking down the things she'd need. "I don't think that'd be much of a problem." Jaiden said with a wink.
She gave the other woman a small nod as she confirmed that they were indeed talking about the same Alex. Of course they were, why wouldn't they be. Why wouldn't that just be here luck? A small sigh escaped her lips as she combed her fingers through her hair for a moment, "Yeah uh...I'll uh...I'll be sure to talk to him. You deserve more respect than that." the witch muttered under her breath. A small exasperated chuckle escaped her lips as Zoe stated he must have always been like that, "Oh, you have no idea. Pretty sure if you were to look up the word royal douche bag, you'd see a picture of him." Jaiden rubbed the back of her neck before continuing, "And it beats me what Phoenix sees in Alex. I've known them forever, and I never once thought they'd end up together...It's weird." a small shiver ran down her spine as she shuddered at the thought. "But that's none of my business to get into." she gave a small shrug before taking a sip of her drink. Her eyebrows raised for a moment at her next statement.
"Well, there's a lot of good people here...And well, I'm sure you'll come to meet a lot of them." Jaiden said with a smile. "Like Rosie. She's one of the teachers from when me and Phoenix and Alex were kids. She's pretty cool and chill, I think you'd like her a lot actually. And then there's Neden, who, once you can get passed the uh...theatrics of them, well...They're pretty cool too." a small chuckle escaped her lips as she paused, looking out the large glass window that they were sitting next her. Her mind wandered for a few moments before she blinked back to reality. Her eyes focusing on the woman that sat opposite of her. "I'm sure you'll come to love it here. Aside from uh...recent events, Greythorne is a rather nice place to live. I'm glad you decided to give this place a chance. Even if it's just a place for you to come back to and not permanent, it's a nice town..and good people."
"Okay so, after this what do you wanna do? Or, if you had any plans, I'd get that. I don't want to intrude on anything, you know?"
T R I S S GLASSER
unless i am myself,
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.zzzzzzzi am nobody.
xx
Trisstana let Zada take her hand and watched her inspect it, lightly twisting and rotating it to see the full damage of the silver bracelet. She tensed a bit at the touch, but tried not to show any more pain from it. Triss nodded as Zada said the burn wasn’t too bad and was looking better. Her hand hung for a second in the air as Zada let go and checked her phone. She seemed a bit more happy and spoke about the others on their way back, and with things with the pain. “Good.” She said quickly, looking back towards the sink again.
When Zada spoke again, Triss looked back towards her partner. She simply just stared and kept eye contact with her, soaking in the words she spoke. She hoped what she was saying was true, that this was only temporarily and soon be gone. When the mermaid called her lover, the word struck her differently. Trisstana’s internal temperature rose as she continued to speak, promising to be there for her, and knowing she was speaking the truth. She let Zada take her hand again and gently dry it off.
Triss was going to follow Zada to the main room, wanting to embrace her, talk to her, bathe with her. But it didn’t feel right at the moment, so she just turned and headed back to the main room. She heard Zada join her but didn’t face her yet, just staring out the window as Phoenix and her body approaching the house.
Phoenix motioned towards Triss and she walked over as he handed her a paste, speaking that it was to help with the burn and not use much of it. “Thanks.” She replied and walked a bit away, ending up next to Zada. She started putting the paste in her burn, Zada quickly assisted, spreading it out in a more calm manner and evenly across the burn.
The witches continued to talk, speaking soemthing about attacks, which confused her. Besides the silver burning her, nothing has really attacked her yet. “Attacks? What attacks?” She asked. If there were to be more side effects to being stuck in this body, she would like to know. “I don’t need anything to protect myself.” Trisstana said sharply, not exactly trying to be so hostile, but might be coming off that way. “Are we ready to go? Seterah wants us to make this shrine, and the sooner, the better.”
Trisstana let Zada take her hand and watched her inspect it, lightly twisting and rotating it to see the full damage of the silver bracelet. She tensed a bit at the touch, but tried not to show any more pain from it. Triss nodded as Zada said the burn wasn’t too bad and was looking better. Her hand hung for a second in the air as Zada let go and checked her phone. She seemed a bit more happy and spoke about the others on their way back, and with things with the pain. “Good.” She said quickly, looking back towards the sink again.
When Zada spoke again, Triss looked back towards her partner. She simply just stared and kept eye contact with her, soaking in the words she spoke. She hoped what she was saying was true, that this was only temporarily and soon be gone. When the mermaid called her lover, the word struck her differently. Trisstana’s internal temperature rose as she continued to speak, promising to be there for her, and knowing she was speaking the truth. She let Zada take her hand again and gently dry it off.
Triss was going to follow Zada to the main room, wanting to embrace her, talk to her, bathe with her. But it didn’t feel right at the moment, so she just turned and headed back to the main room. She heard Zada join her but didn’t face her yet, just staring out the window as Phoenix and her body approaching the house.
Phoenix motioned towards Triss and she walked over as he handed her a paste, speaking that it was to help with the burn and not use much of it. “Thanks.” She replied and walked a bit away, ending up next to Zada. She started putting the paste in her burn, Zada quickly assisted, spreading it out in a more calm manner and evenly across the burn.
The witches continued to talk, speaking soemthing about attacks, which confused her. Besides the silver burning her, nothing has really attacked her yet. “Attacks? What attacks?” She asked. If there were to be more side effects to being stuck in this body, she would like to know. “I don’t need anything to protect myself.” Trisstana said sharply, not exactly trying to be so hostile, but might be coming off that way. “Are we ready to go? Seterah wants us to make this shrine, and the sooner, the better.”
Z O E PEÑA
being alive is in itself a little thrilling,
zzzzzzzzzz..and pleasant, and romantic, and miraculous.
Something about the way Jaiden spoke about Alex and Phoenix’s relationship led Zoe to believe that Jaiden had seen more than she’d wanted to somewhere down the line. Or maybe the sight of two people you’ve known as friends for so long together was weirder than Zoe thought. Either way, she had to suppress a laugh when Jaiden shuddered. “They seem to really care for each other, at least.” She thought about the way they were on the night she arrived in Greythorne. She’d walked right into a mess and decided to stay; how typical of her.
Zoe nodded as Jaiden talked about different people in town. She thought she might have met Rosie, and now she was sure she’d met Neden. It was tough, moving to a new place without even actually knowing a single person in town. She was glad to have already made a good friend, and now a place to stay long term. Excitement fluttered in her stomach, and the smile on her face felt like it would never fade. “They both sound like wonderful people.” Zoe stared at Jaiden as she zoned out, looking out the window. Zoe didn’t know why Jaiden was being so kind to her, really. Zoe figured Jaiden must have needed a friend as badly as she did; with everything that had happened in town recently, it was no surprise to her, really. She offered a soft smile as Jaiden spoke about the town being great, and peaceful aside from the recent attacks. “I already love it here,” Zoe confessed, “It’s beautiful, and neighborly… Like a Christmas movie or something.” At least, when it wasn’t being attacked by monster hunters, “It’s too damn cold, but I assume I’ll get used to it if I stick around long enough.”
Jaiden asked what she wanted to do, and Zoe tilted her head to the side, musing out that question for a moment. “Well,” She said, as if she were still thinking it through as she spoke, “I had planned on packing up all my things today. I was probably going to have to leave by the end of the week, so uh…” She shrugged, “My schedule just opened up, I think.” She leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table, and her chin atop her interlaced fingers, “Do you think we could go to the flower shop? I’d love to check it out, maybe. Get a feel for it.” There was a pure, unbridled enthusiasm in her eyes. This was like an adventure to her, and she was thrilled to be on it while she could. “Or,” She said, punctuating the word with an overly dramatic pause, “You could show me everything you love most about Greythorne. Since I’m staying, I may as well start seeing it like someone who lives here”
Zoe nodded as Jaiden talked about different people in town. She thought she might have met Rosie, and now she was sure she’d met Neden. It was tough, moving to a new place without even actually knowing a single person in town. She was glad to have already made a good friend, and now a place to stay long term. Excitement fluttered in her stomach, and the smile on her face felt like it would never fade. “They both sound like wonderful people.” Zoe stared at Jaiden as she zoned out, looking out the window. Zoe didn’t know why Jaiden was being so kind to her, really. Zoe figured Jaiden must have needed a friend as badly as she did; with everything that had happened in town recently, it was no surprise to her, really. She offered a soft smile as Jaiden spoke about the town being great, and peaceful aside from the recent attacks. “I already love it here,” Zoe confessed, “It’s beautiful, and neighborly… Like a Christmas movie or something.” At least, when it wasn’t being attacked by monster hunters, “It’s too damn cold, but I assume I’ll get used to it if I stick around long enough.”
Jaiden asked what she wanted to do, and Zoe tilted her head to the side, musing out that question for a moment. “Well,” She said, as if she were still thinking it through as she spoke, “I had planned on packing up all my things today. I was probably going to have to leave by the end of the week, so uh…” She shrugged, “My schedule just opened up, I think.” She leaned forward, resting her elbows on the table, and her chin atop her interlaced fingers, “Do you think we could go to the flower shop? I’d love to check it out, maybe. Get a feel for it.” There was a pure, unbridled enthusiasm in her eyes. This was like an adventure to her, and she was thrilled to be on it while she could. “Or,” She said, punctuating the word with an overly dramatic pause, “You could show me everything you love most about Greythorne. Since I’m staying, I may as well start seeing it like someone who lives here”
A L E X GARCIA
i am out with lanterns,
zzzzzzz.zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.looking for myself.
xx
Alex had gotten over the need to fill every silence between himself and Phoenix years before he’d felt any inkling of romantic attraction towards him, but the silence on the walk to Zada’s was far from comfortable to him. He knew it was because he felt guilty, as he often did. He really had been trying to do better, to not fuck everything in his life up yet again. He tried not to dwell on it- he didn’t want to spiral down into self-loathing just yet, that would be far from helpful.
He was relieved to see that Triss had only been burned on the hand- he knew it hurt like hell, but it would heal fairly quickly. That was good for the both of them, really. Something about seeing the way Zada didn’t shy away from Triss made the sadness and dread in the pit of his stomach more intense than it had been before before, so he went about finding a space to set down the box he’d packed his things in. He could get it loaded up with the candles then, and everything would hopefully be manageable. He could get through this if he just stayed busy.
He was half-listening to Phoenix talk about the tea as he started to carefully pack the candles up, and when Triss asked about the attacks he said, “Hunters. The attacks were,” He paused for a second, considering his words, “Intense when they first started.” He hadn’t turned away from his task, but when Triss spoke up saying she didn’t need any extra protection, he turned to look at her, “I know it seems like a waste of time, but you really can’t be too careful with things like this. I promise we’ll make the altar soon- I want this over with as badly as you do- but you never know. One thing could go wrong, and you’ll be cursed or something. Besides, it’ll probably help keep the spirits off your back.” He paused and, less flippantly, added, “I know it can be a little overwhelming.” He remembered when he’d first started to actively see and hear spirits in his everyday life, and not just catch glimpses of them out of the corner of his eye. It was a lot to deal with, even when you’d spent your entire life knowing that day would come. He couldn’t imagine if it came out of the blue.
Alex had gotten over the need to fill every silence between himself and Phoenix years before he’d felt any inkling of romantic attraction towards him, but the silence on the walk to Zada’s was far from comfortable to him. He knew it was because he felt guilty, as he often did. He really had been trying to do better, to not fuck everything in his life up yet again. He tried not to dwell on it- he didn’t want to spiral down into self-loathing just yet, that would be far from helpful.
He was relieved to see that Triss had only been burned on the hand- he knew it hurt like hell, but it would heal fairly quickly. That was good for the both of them, really. Something about seeing the way Zada didn’t shy away from Triss made the sadness and dread in the pit of his stomach more intense than it had been before before, so he went about finding a space to set down the box he’d packed his things in. He could get it loaded up with the candles then, and everything would hopefully be manageable. He could get through this if he just stayed busy.
He was half-listening to Phoenix talk about the tea as he started to carefully pack the candles up, and when Triss asked about the attacks he said, “Hunters. The attacks were,” He paused for a second, considering his words, “Intense when they first started.” He hadn’t turned away from his task, but when Triss spoke up saying she didn’t need any extra protection, he turned to look at her, “I know it seems like a waste of time, but you really can’t be too careful with things like this. I promise we’ll make the altar soon- I want this over with as badly as you do- but you never know. One thing could go wrong, and you’ll be cursed or something. Besides, it’ll probably help keep the spirits off your back.” He paused and, less flippantly, added, “I know it can be a little overwhelming.” He remembered when he’d first started to actively see and hear spirits in his everyday life, and not just catch glimpses of them out of the corner of his eye. It was a lot to deal with, even when you’d spent your entire life knowing that day would come. He couldn’t imagine if it came out of the blue.
Z A D A min ALBAHR
you never really understand a person
zzzzzz.zzzuntil you consider things from his point of view
Phoenix explained the paste to Triss, but Zada listened intently. She wanted to do whatever she could to ease this for Trisstana. This situation was intense- it was hell. Zada couldn’t think of something she’d enjoy much less, but they just needed to get through it. If they could just get through it, it would be fine. Zada felt better when Triss was at her side- wrong body or not, it was easier to make sure Triss was okay when she was beside her. Maybe she was too protective, but Zada had lost everyone she’d ever loved before, and she wasn’t ready to start losing the people she cared for again. When Triss started trying to apply the paste to the burn, Zada thought that it seemed difficult, having to apply a paste to your own hand. Zada gently took the paste from her and smoothed it over the burn, trying not to irritate it any. It was a strangely intimate thing, helping someone with an injury.
As the paste was being applied, Phoenix went on to talk about a tea with some sort of protective properties. It made some sense to Zada- even if she didn’t want to waste any extra time, there was no telling what they might encounter out there. They were dealing with magic and demons, not humans who had the strange idea that everyone different than them was evil.
Triss was insisting that she didn’t need any protection. Zada understood; she was impatient, wanted to get back to normal. It made sense, felt natural, and Zada found herself resting a hand on Triss’ shoulder, almost instinctively, “He’s trying to help,” Zada reminded her. Then Alex was speaking of curses and spirits, and that made Zada uncomfortable, maybe even afraid, “If it’ll help, it might be worth it.” She spoke softly, so only Trisstana would hear. She wanted this to go smoothly, and she didn’t know overly much about things that were more magical. Mermaids had their own sort of magic, but Zada had the inkling that it worked very differently from this.
Zada normally wouldn’t concede to any point Alex made, but he had a point. She was sure he and Phoenix knew more about this sort of thing than they did, so she offered, ”Obviously, we don’t want to spend more time than absolutely necessary,” Zada sighed, and looked at Phoenix. She knew she felt very helpless, and wished there was more that she could do. She understood that. She glanced at Triss, ”But I don’t think any of us know exactly what to expect.”
As the paste was being applied, Phoenix went on to talk about a tea with some sort of protective properties. It made some sense to Zada- even if she didn’t want to waste any extra time, there was no telling what they might encounter out there. They were dealing with magic and demons, not humans who had the strange idea that everyone different than them was evil.
Triss was insisting that she didn’t need any protection. Zada understood; she was impatient, wanted to get back to normal. It made sense, felt natural, and Zada found herself resting a hand on Triss’ shoulder, almost instinctively, “He’s trying to help,” Zada reminded her. Then Alex was speaking of curses and spirits, and that made Zada uncomfortable, maybe even afraid, “If it’ll help, it might be worth it.” She spoke softly, so only Trisstana would hear. She wanted this to go smoothly, and she didn’t know overly much about things that were more magical. Mermaids had their own sort of magic, but Zada had the inkling that it worked very differently from this.
Zada normally wouldn’t concede to any point Alex made, but he had a point. She was sure he and Phoenix knew more about this sort of thing than they did, so she offered, ”Obviously, we don’t want to spend more time than absolutely necessary,” Zada sighed, and looked at Phoenix. She knew she felt very helpless, and wished there was more that she could do. She understood that. She glanced at Triss, ”But I don’t think any of us know exactly what to expect.”
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Trisstana Glasser
"The only thing you can trust, is the flow of a river."
Zoe Peña
Then I discovered that being related is no guarantee of love!
Hayden Byrne
"If this is to end in fire, then we shall all burn together."
Kaylessa Valven
"Happiness and kindness. The true currencies of our worlds."
Travis Graveson
"We all regrets, I'm willing to die to make up for mine."
Neden Isimir
"Cause I could touch a hundred thousand souls, but none of them would ever feel like home."
Rosie Thompson
"wish I could see what it's like to be the blood in my veins."
Zada min Albahr
I am the shore and the ocean, awaiting myself on both sides.
Alex Garcia
"I am afraid. Not of life, or death, or nothingness, but of wasting it as if I had never been."
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Phoenix Woods
"this thing could get the better of us if we let it."
Zoe Peña
Then I discovered that being related is no guarantee of love!
Jaiden Price
"A set of empty bones."
Trisstana Glasser
"The only thing you can trust, is the flow of a river."
Rosie Thompson
"wish I could see what it's like to be the blood in my veins."
Alex Garcia
"I am afraid. Not of life, or death, or nothingness, but of wasting it as if I had never been."
Kaylessa Valven
"Happiness and kindness. The true currencies of our worlds."
Violet Marsden
Deceased...Again. (RIP Vio)
Markus Valegood
(Deceased) RIP Lycan Daddy
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"this thing could get the better of us if we let it."
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I am the shore and the ocean, awaiting myself on both sides.
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"We all regrets, I'm willing to die to make up for mine."
Kaylessa Valven
"Happiness and kindness. The true currencies of our worlds."
Neden Isimir
"Cause I could touch a hundred thousand souls, but none of them would ever feel like home."
Hayden Byrne
"If this is to end in fire, then we shall all burn together."
Violet Marsden
Deceased...Again. (RIP Vio)
Zoe Peña
Then I discovered that being related is no guarantee of love!
Jaiden Price
"A set of empty bones."
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