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@ask-di-hardy
How are you holding up?
I’m here. Sarah and Beez are here, and Adam is here. No one is dead. Or injured.

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Beezy leads @ask-a-ds and @ask-di-hardy through a dense forest. Side by side with the Lieutenant and @prince-of-the-apocalypse.
“So. This is my universe. Well, the one I’m living in now anyway. We’ll shack you up at the base… or you can stay in the treehouse too, if the people there are okay with that.”
Looking around with slightly wide eyes, Alec was still trying to bring himself to terms with the fact he was in another universe. But at least they were safe. He looked to Sarah, Beez, and Adam. He didn’t know what was happening back home, but they wouldn’t be a part of it. “Treehouse?” He questioned Beezy. (( I’m just randomly replying and tagging idfk @ask-a-ds​ ))
Sarah reached out and took Alec’s hand, then the Lieutenant’s, and held them tightly. She couldn’t get used to being in another universe. It was one of the weirdest moments of her life- surprisingly, considering how much weird stuff had happened in her life. But for now, she just waited on an explanation from Beezy.
@prince-of-the-apocalypse
Adam was leaning against the Lieutenant, having wiggled his way under one of their arms. He was sort of zoning out as they walked, not paying much attention to the conversation or his surroundings.Â
@ask-the-only-beezy
The Lieutenant is tense and silent. Prepared to strike at anything and everything they saw.
Beezy winces. “Well, the base is where everyone stays. El and Sam are there. But the treehouse is nearby, and we have some of our more… how do I put this nicely? The people that stay there don’t like the base because it brings back bad memories. The base is kinda crowded so I don’t blame them sometimes. One of them… also goes by Prince, actually.” They sigh. “But Id have to get permission to bring you there. Honestly I’m kinda flying off the cuff even taking so many people. I… I didn’t warn anyone. Got too scared.” They laugh nervously. “But uh, hey! You might actually get to meet some of my friends!”
The Lieutenant doesn’t seem interested in what they’re saying. Too hyper focused on a nonexistent threat.
@ask-di-hardy
“I see,” Alec replied, squeezing Sarah’s hand gently, “Thank you, Beezy.” He reached out and put a hand on their shoulder. “I appreciate you sticking your neck out for us.” Truly, he did. He needed the people he cared about to be safe. At least for a little while. @ask-a-ds
Sarah smiled and squeezed his hand again, turning to kiss his shoulder. She used her hand that held the Lieutenant’s to pull them back toward her a little bit, and she wrapped her arm around their shoulder. “We’re safe here,” she whispered to them, and kissed their cheek.
@prince-of-the-apocalypse
Adam’s head dropped lower at the mention of Sam and El, remembering what he’d done to Sam, and how terrified he had been of Elohim.Â
@ask-the-only-beezy
The lieutenant flinched away from her touch. They looked a bit like a cornered animal. “We’re not safe until we have a place to stay.” They hissed. Holding Prince a little tighter.
Beezy grinned at Alec. “Aww, don’t mention it, Ally!” They frowned. “Hold on a minute, I’m gonna contact my friends. See what they want me to do.” They pulled out their phone, walking away from the group a bit to call someone.
The lieutenant stopped somewhat haphazardly. Squeezing Sarah’s hand almost too tightly.
@ask-di-hardy
When Sarah kissed his shoulder, Alec leaned over and kissed her head. He glanced to Beez at their comment, but he had no idea how to convince them that they were safe. The only reason he had to believe it was, more or less, because Beezy said they were. He knew his trust in them was not enough for the Lieutenant. Stopping with a sigh, he squeezed Sarah’s hand again and stepped a little forward so he was facing the both of them. “This isn’t so bad,” he said, trying to keep his voice light, “Almost like a vacation.” @ask-a-ds
Beezy leads @ask-a-ds and @ask-di-hardy through a dense forest. Side by side with the Lieutenant and @prince-of-the-apocalypse.
“So. This is my universe. Well, the one I’m living in now anyway. We’ll shack you up at the base… or you can stay in the treehouse too, if the people there are okay with that.”
Looking around with slightly wide eyes, Alec was still trying to bring himself to terms with the fact he was in another universe. But at least they were safe. He looked to Sarah, Beez, and Adam. He didn’t know what was happening back home, but they wouldn’t be a part of it. “Treehouse?” He questioned Beezy. (( I’m just randomly replying and tagging idfk @ask-a-ds​ ))
Sarah reached out and took Alec’s hand, then the Lieutenant’s, and held them tightly. She couldn’t get used to being in another universe. It was one of the weirdest moments of her life- surprisingly, considering how much weird stuff had happened in her life. But for now, she just waited on an explanation from Beezy.
@prince-of-the-apocalypse
Adam was leaning against the Lieutenant, having wiggled his way under one of their arms. He was sort of zoning out as they walked, not paying much attention to the conversation or his surroundings.Â
@ask-the-only-beezy
The Lieutenant is tense and silent. Prepared to strike at anything and everything they saw.
Beezy winces. “Well, the base is where everyone stays. El and Sam are there. But the treehouse is nearby, and we have some of our more… how do I put this nicely? The people that stay there don’t like the base because it brings back bad memories. The base is kinda crowded so I don’t blame them sometimes. One of them… also goes by Prince, actually.” They sigh. “But Id have to get permission to bring you there. Honestly I’m kinda flying off the cuff even taking so many people. I… I didn’t warn anyone. Got too scared.” They laugh nervously. “But uh, hey! You might actually get to meet some of my friends!”
The Lieutenant doesn’t seem interested in what they’re saying. Too hyper focused on a nonexistent threat.
@ask-di-hardy
“I see,” Alec replied, squeezing Sarah’s hand gently, “Thank you, Beezy.” He reached out and put a hand on their shoulder. “I appreciate you sticking your neck out for us.” Truly, he did. He needed the people he cared about to be safe. At least for a little while. @ask-a-ds
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Beezy leads @ask-a-ds and @ask-di-hardy through a dense forest. Side by side with the Lieutenant and @prince-of-the-apocalypse.
“So. This is my universe. Well, the one I’m living in now anyway. We’ll shack you up at the base... or you can stay in the treehouse too, if the people there are okay with that.”
Looking around with slightly wide eyes, Alec was still trying to bring himself to terms with the fact he was in another universe. But at least they were safe. He looked to Sarah, Beez, and Adam. He didn’t know what was happening back home, but they wouldn’t be a part of it. “Treehouse?” He questioned Beezy. (( I’m just randomly replying and tagging idfk @ask-a-ds​ ))

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Lack of Communication
Snarling, Alec turned off his phone and tossed it onto the table. Stalking in a circle through his dinning and living rooms. Frustration, fear, and feeling like a complete idiot writhing through him in a horrible mix coming out in the only way he knew how. Anger. But he regretted what he had said. Quite immediately. But his pride was too much for him to go back. To take it back. @ask-a-ds
Sarah drove as fast as she could to Alec’s, somewhat surprised she made it there safely. When she did, she ran to his door and began to knock insistently. “Alec!” she called. “Open the bloody door!” Whether she was furious, or worried, it couldn’t be said, but she may have truly been a bit of both.
Alec opened the door for her, phone in hand once again. But he didn’t speak to her as he continued typing. Apologizing to Beelzebub for what he had said. He ignored Sarah. Which felt rather fitting considering the way she had completely ignored him when he had been upset with her.
Sarah stepped into his and looked at him, crossing her arms as she waited on him to finish typing. Her phone buzzed with a notification, and she was suddenly cursing and moving to sit down.
Alec ignored Sarah for a while longer. Until she jumped into the chat where he was talking to Beez. He put down his phone. He had seen the stream of Aksel’s. He internally vowed to kill the man, once and for all. Whether it was legal or not. It was something he had been wanting to do since well before this whole fiasco with Hannah. Now, it was just more determined. But he had so many other problems right now. He lowered his phone. “Hide her in a fucking closet or something,” he growled.
Sarah looked up at him sharply. “You and I both know she needs better protection than that. She needs to be kept somewhere she literally cannot be taken from. We don’t know who all is going to be a threat now.”
Clenching hs jaw, Alec glared down at her. “You are literally surrounded by the most powerful occult forces in existence. I’m sure you can figure out something.”
“This is something you would normally be concerned about,” she said, leaning forward a bit. “What is it?”
“Sorry,” Alec replied, voice biting with bitter sarcasm, “But I have a lot of other things to worry about at the moment. And clearly my concern for Hannah is irrelevant anyway. She seemed the first time with absolutely no actual help from me.”
“The fact that you’re not at all concerned is what’s concerning me,” she said, and went to him. “Alec, love… Talk to me. What’s going on?” She cupped his cheek gently. “I just want to help, my dear.” Her thumb rubbed slowly over his cheekbone.
Frowning deeply, Alec pulled away from her hand. Though he didn’t step away from her entirely. “What’s wrong?” He asked darkly, “Everything is fucked. That’s what’s wrong. I went off on Beez when they didn’t deserve it. You have been keeping things from me, and ignoring me. And now all of this. So tell me, what isn’t wrong?”
It stung when Alec pulled away from her a bit, and as such, her hand landed on his chest. “I’ve been ignoring you?” she questioned. “Alec, I… I love you. I wouldn’t ever do that on purpose. And what have I been keeping from you?”
“What have you been keeping from me?” Alec as incredulously, “I don’t know, maybe the person we have been working our asses off to find is just fucking fine!?”
Amidst the panic
((Fuck the timeline))  As quickly as possible, Alec got to his car and headed over to King Beelzebub’s cottage. Not for the first time since meeting this insane group of supernaturals, he wished he could teleport like they did. But he could not. Driving was his fastest means of transportation. Beezy had helped him teleport before–but they seemed rather upset with him. Not that he could blame them. Or just about anyone at the moment. It was a forty minute drive, which was long. Too long. But he made it. Tires practically screeching to a halt just before he jumped out. Practically running up to the door. There he paused, forcing himself to knock calmly rather than pounding on the door. He doubted that would help Beez if they were having a panic attack. @askbeelzebub
The one he was seeking out was not down by the front door, and was instead in the bathroom, inside the tub. Usually a bad place for them, because of bad memories, but for some reason they had chosen here. Perhaps because they felt they deserved it, deserved to be more upset here.
The door was unlocked.
After a couple of knocks and no answer, Alec went in. Calling out softly for them. Going room by room until he finally found them. Huddled in the tub. “Beez,” he said softly, coming over to them immediately, kneeling outside of the tub, “I’m so sorry.” His voice cracked a little on that last bit. Guilt for the way he had acted ripping him up.
When he had entered the room, Beelzebub had briefly panicked. Looking at him like an intruder, as if preparing to fight. However, they realized who it was and seemed to curl up in a ball again. No longer afraid, but no less upset.
At his apology, they curled up a little tighter. It was so hard to breathe, their chest ached. Shallow gasps escaping them.
Seeing them like this hurt. Hurt worse knowing he was the cause. Alec’s eyes burned with it and he swallowed hard. Taking what he knew was a risk, he slowly stood. Then, moving slow enough they could easily stop him at any point, he climbed into the tub as well. Sinking down and pulling them into his arms.
Beelzebub’s head snapped to look at him, watching his every movement with a paranoid vigilance, until he was pulling them into his arms. They didn’t resist, but didn’t make any move to reciprocate the contact. Their hands held their crocodile pendant in their hands as they continued to gasp for air.
Glad that they had not pushed him away, Alec gently rubbed their back. “Just try to breath,” he said softly, gently pressing their head against his chest, “In.” He breathed, then held it a few seconds. “Out.” He breathed out. “Do it with me, darlin,” he told them gently. Then continued to breath slowly, rhythmically.
They tried to breath with him. Timing their breaths to his heartbeat, clinging onto the pendant tight enough that it was starting to hurt their hands.
“I’m sorry.” They managed. Voice broken from the tears they were trying not to shed.
As they tried to breath, Alec continued rubbing their back gently. Heart breaking for them. Lips resting gently against their head. When they finally spoke, he closed his eyes. Chest tight. “No, no, no, love,” he said quietly, voice rough, “You have nothing to apologize for. I’m sorry, darlin. I’m so sorry.”
One hand grabbed the front of his shirt. “You don’t understand,” Beelzebub said tearfully. “I don’t- I don’t know what to do, I’m just, so scared, all the time, that- that every minute, while I sit here, Az or Mamm or Bel could be dying and-“ Tears spilled down their cheeks, finally, and they began to shake. “I’m sorry, I just don’t know what to do anymore-“
Chest aching, Alec closed his eyes. Squeezing them shut as he continued to calmly rub their back. Holding them tight with his other arm. “You go home,” He said simply, doing so causing him a great deal of pain, “You have to go home. Protect your family.” He understood, he truly did. Even supported this. But knowing they did not want him going with them hurt. Knowing they would be in danger hurt.
Lack of Communication
Snarling, Alec turned off his phone and tossed it onto the table. Stalking in a circle through his dinning and living rooms. Frustration, fear, and feeling like a complete idiot writhing through him in a horrible mix coming out in the only way he knew how. Anger. But he regretted what he had said. Quite immediately. But his pride was too much for him to go back. To take it back. @ask-a-ds
Sarah drove as fast as she could to Alec’s, somewhat surprised she made it there safely. When she did, she ran to his door and began to knock insistently. “Alec!” she called. “Open the bloody door!” Whether she was furious, or worried, it couldn’t be said, but she may have truly been a bit of both.
Alec opened the door for her, phone in hand once again. But he didn’t speak to her as he continued typing. Apologizing to Beelzebub for what he had said. He ignored Sarah. Which felt rather fitting considering the way she had completely ignored him when he had been upset with her.
Sarah stepped into his and looked at him, crossing her arms as she waited on him to finish typing. Her phone buzzed with a notification, and she was suddenly cursing and moving to sit down.
Alec ignored Sarah for a while longer. Until she jumped into the chat where he was talking to Beez. He put down his phone. He had seen the stream of Aksel’s. He internally vowed to kill the man, once and for all. Whether it was legal or not. It was something he had been wanting to do since well before this whole fiasco with Hannah. Now, it was just more determined. But he had so many other problems right now. He lowered his phone. “Hide her in a fucking closet or something,” he growled.
Sarah looked up at him sharply. “You and I both know she needs better protection than that. She needs to be kept somewhere she literally cannot be taken from. We don’t know who all is going to be a threat now.”
Clenching hs jaw, Alec glared down at her. “You are literally surrounded by the most powerful occult forces in existence. I’m sure you can figure out something.”
“This is something you would normally be concerned about,” she said, leaning forward a bit. “What is it?”
“Sorry,” Alec replied, voice biting with bitter sarcasm, “But I have a lot of other things to worry about at the moment. And clearly my concern for Hannah is irrelevant anyway. She seemed the first time with absolutely no actual help from me.”
“The fact that you’re not at all concerned is what’s concerning me,” she said, and went to him. “Alec, love… Talk to me. What’s going on?” She cupped his cheek gently. “I just want to help, my dear.” Her thumb rubbed slowly over his cheekbone.
Frowning deeply, Alec pulled away from her hand. Though he didn’t step away from her entirely. “What’s wrong?” He asked darkly, “Everything is fucked. That’s what’s wrong. I went off on Beez when they didn’t deserve it. You have been keeping things from me, and ignoring me. And now all of this. So tell me, what isn’t wrong?”
Lack of Communication
Snarling, Alec turned off his phone and tossed it onto the table. Stalking in a circle through his dinning and living rooms. Frustration, fear, and feeling like a complete idiot writhing through him in a horrible mix coming out in the only way he knew how. Anger. But he regretted what he had said. Quite immediately. But his pride was too much for him to go back. To take it back. @ask-a-ds
Sarah drove as fast as she could to Alec’s, somewhat surprised she made it there safely. When she did, she ran to his door and began to knock insistently. “Alec!” she called. “Open the bloody door!” Whether she was furious, or worried, it couldn’t be said, but she may have truly been a bit of both.
Alec opened the door for her, phone in hand once again. But he didn’t speak to her as he continued typing. Apologizing to Beelzebub for what he had said. He ignored Sarah. Which felt rather fitting considering the way she had completely ignored him when he had been upset with her.
Sarah stepped into his and looked at him, crossing her arms as she waited on him to finish typing. Her phone buzzed with a notification, and she was suddenly cursing and moving to sit down.
Alec ignored Sarah for a while longer. Until she jumped into the chat where he was talking to Beez. He put down his phone. He had seen the stream of Aksel’s. He internally vowed to kill the man, once and for all. Whether it was legal or not. It was something he had been wanting to do since well before this whole fiasco with Hannah. Now, it was just more determined. But he had so many other problems right now. He lowered his phone. “Hide her in a fucking closet or something,” he growled.
Sarah looked up at him sharply. “You and I both know she needs better protection than that. She needs to be kept somewhere she literally cannot be taken from. We don’t know who all is going to be a threat now.”
Clenching hs jaw, Alec glared down at her. “You are literally surrounded by the most powerful occult forces in existence. I’m sure you can figure out something.”
“This is something you would normally be concerned about,” she said, leaning forward a bit. “What is it?”
“Sorry,” Alec replied, voice biting with bitter sarcasm, “But I have a lot of other things to worry about at the moment. And clearly my concern for Hannah is irrelevant anyway. She seemed the first time with absolutely no actual help from me.”
Amidst the panic
((Fuck the timeline))  As quickly as possible, Alec got to his car and headed over to King Beelzebub’s cottage. Not for the first time since meeting this insane group of supernaturals, he wished he could teleport like they did. But he could not. Driving was his fastest means of transportation. Beezy had helped him teleport before–but they seemed rather upset with him. Not that he could blame them. Or just about anyone at the moment. It was a forty minute drive, which was long. Too long. But he made it. Tires practically screeching to a halt just before he jumped out. Practically running up to the door. There he paused, forcing himself to knock calmly rather than pounding on the door. He doubted that would help Beez if they were having a panic attack. @askbeelzebub
The one he was seeking out was not down by the front door, and was instead in the bathroom, inside the tub. Usually a bad place for them, because of bad memories, but for some reason they had chosen here. Perhaps because they felt they deserved it, deserved to be more upset here.
The door was unlocked.
After a couple of knocks and no answer, Alec went in. Calling out softly for them. Going room by room until he finally found them. Huddled in the tub. “Beez,” he said softly, coming over to them immediately, kneeling outside of the tub, “I’m so sorry.” His voice cracked a little on that last bit. Guilt for the way he had acted ripping him up.
When he had entered the room, Beelzebub had briefly panicked. Looking at him like an intruder, as if preparing to fight. However, they realized who it was and seemed to curl up in a ball again. No longer afraid, but no less upset.
At his apology, they curled up a little tighter. It was so hard to breathe, their chest ached. Shallow gasps escaping them.
Seeing them like this hurt. Hurt worse knowing he was the cause. Alec’s eyes burned with it and he swallowed hard. Taking what he knew was a risk, he slowly stood. Then, moving slow enough they could easily stop him at any point, he climbed into the tub as well. Sinking down and pulling them into his arms.
Beelzebub’s head snapped to look at him, watching his every movement with a paranoid vigilance, until he was pulling them into his arms. They didn’t resist, but didn’t make any move to reciprocate the contact. Their hands held their crocodile pendant in their hands as they continued to gasp for air.
Glad that they had not pushed him away, Alec gently rubbed their back. “Just try to breath,” he said softly, gently pressing their head against his chest, “In.” He breathed, then held it a few seconds. “Out.” He breathed out. “Do it with me, darlin,” he told them gently. Then continued to breath slowly, rhythmically.
They tried to breath with him. Timing their breaths to his heartbeat, clinging onto the pendant tight enough that it was starting to hurt their hands.
“I’m sorry.” They managed. Voice broken from the tears they were trying not to shed.
As they tried to breath, Alec continued rubbing their back gently. Heart breaking for them. Lips resting gently against their head. When they finally spoke, he closed his eyes. Chest tight. “No, no, no, love,” he said quietly, voice rough, “You have nothing to apologize for. I’m sorry, darlin. I’m so sorry.”

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Amidst the panic
((Fuck the timeline))  As quickly as possible, Alec got to his car and headed over to King Beelzebub’s cottage. Not for the first time since meeting this insane group of supernaturals, he wished he could teleport like they did. But he could not. Driving was his fastest means of transportation. Beezy had helped him teleport before–but they seemed rather upset with him. Not that he could blame them. Or just about anyone at the moment. It was a forty minute drive, which was long. Too long. But he made it. Tires practically screeching to a halt just before he jumped out. Practically running up to the door. There he paused, forcing himself to knock calmly rather than pounding on the door. He doubted that would help Beez if they were having a panic attack. @askbeelzebub
The one he was seeking out was not down by the front door, and was instead in the bathroom, inside the tub. Usually a bad place for them, because of bad memories, but for some reason they had chosen here. Perhaps because they felt they deserved it, deserved to be more upset here.
The door was unlocked.
After a couple of knocks and no answer, Alec went in. Calling out softly for them. Going room by room until he finally found them. Huddled in the tub. “Beez,” he said softly, coming over to them immediately, kneeling outside of the tub, “I’m so sorry.” His voice cracked a little on that last bit. Guilt for the way he had acted ripping him up.
When he had entered the room, Beelzebub had briefly panicked. Looking at him like an intruder, as if preparing to fight. However, they realized who it was and seemed to curl up in a ball again. No longer afraid, but no less upset.
At his apology, they curled up a little tighter. It was so hard to breathe, their chest ached. Shallow gasps escaping them.
Seeing them like this hurt. Hurt worse knowing he was the cause. Alec’s eyes burned with it and he swallowed hard. Taking what he knew was a risk, he slowly stood. Then, moving slow enough they could easily stop him at any point, he climbed into the tub as well. Sinking down and pulling them into his arms.
Beelzebub’s head snapped to look at him, watching his every movement with a paranoid vigilance, until he was pulling them into his arms. They didn’t resist, but didn’t make any move to reciprocate the contact. Their hands held their crocodile pendant in their hands as they continued to gasp for air.
Glad that they had not pushed him away, Alec gently rubbed their back. “Just try to breath,” he said softly, gently pressing their head against his chest, “In.” He breathed, then held it a few seconds. “Out.” He breathed out. “Do it with me, darlin,” he told them gently. Then continued to breath slowly, rhythmically.
Amidst the panic
((Fuck the timeline))  As quickly as possible, Alec got to his car and headed over to King Beelzebub’s cottage. Not for the first time since meeting this insane group of supernaturals, he wished he could teleport like they did. But he could not. Driving was his fastest means of transportation. Beezy had helped him teleport before–but they seemed rather upset with him. Not that he could blame them. Or just about anyone at the moment. It was a forty minute drive, which was long. Too long. But he made it. Tires practically screeching to a halt just before he jumped out. Practically running up to the door. There he paused, forcing himself to knock calmly rather than pounding on the door. He doubted that would help Beez if they were having a panic attack. @askbeelzebub
The one he was seeking out was not down by the front door, and was instead in the bathroom, inside the tub. Usually a bad place for them, because of bad memories, but for some reason they had chosen here. Perhaps because they felt they deserved it, deserved to be more upset here.
The door was unlocked.
After a couple of knocks and no answer, Alec went in. Calling out softly for them. Going room by room until he finally found them. Huddled in the tub. “Beez,” he said softly, coming over to them immediately, kneeling outside of the tub, “I’m so sorry.” His voice cracked a little on that last bit. Guilt for the way he had acted ripping him up.
When he had entered the room, Beelzebub had briefly panicked. Looking at him like an intruder, as if preparing to fight. However, they realized who it was and seemed to curl up in a ball again. No longer afraid, but no less upset.
At his apology, they curled up a little tighter. It was so hard to breathe, their chest ached. Shallow gasps escaping them.
Seeing them like this hurt. Hurt worse knowing he was the cause. Alec’s eyes burned with it and he swallowed hard. Taking what he knew was a risk, he slowly stood. Then, moving slow enough they could easily stop him at any point, he climbed into the tub as well. Sinking down and pulling them into his arms.
Amidst the panic
((Fuck the timeline))  As quickly as possible, Alec got to his car and headed over to King Beelzebub’s cottage. Not for the first time since meeting this insane group of supernaturals, he wished he could teleport like they did. But he could not. Driving was his fastest means of transportation. Beezy had helped him teleport before–but they seemed rather upset with him. Not that he could blame them. Or just about anyone at the moment. It was a forty minute drive, which was long. Too long. But he made it. Tires practically screeching to a halt just before he jumped out. Practically running up to the door. There he paused, forcing himself to knock calmly rather than pounding on the door. He doubted that would help Beez if they were having a panic attack. @askbeelzebub
The one he was seeking out was not down by the front door, and was instead in the bathroom, inside the tub. Usually a bad place for them, because of bad memories, but for some reason they had chosen here. Perhaps because they felt they deserved it, deserved to be more upset here.
The door was unlocked.
After a couple of knocks and no answer, Alec went in. Calling out softly for them. Going room by room until he finally found them. Huddled in the tub. “Beez,” he said softly, coming over to them immediately, kneeling outside of the tub, “I’m so sorry.” His voice cracked a little on that last bit. Guilt for the way he had acted ripping him up.
Lack of Communication
Snarling, Alec turned off his phone and tossed it onto the table. Stalking in a circle through his dinning and living rooms. Frustration, fear, and feeling like a complete idiot writhing through him in a horrible mix coming out in the only way he knew how. Anger. But he regretted what he had said. Quite immediately. But his pride was too much for him to go back. To take it back. @ask-a-ds
Sarah drove as fast as she could to Alec’s, somewhat surprised she made it there safely. When she did, she ran to his door and began to knock insistently. “Alec!” she called. “Open the bloody door!” Whether she was furious, or worried, it couldn’t be said, but she may have truly been a bit of both.
Alec opened the door for her, phone in hand once again. But he didn’t speak to her as he continued typing. Apologizing to Beelzebub for what he had said. He ignored Sarah. Which felt rather fitting considering the way she had completely ignored him when he had been upset with her.
Sarah stepped into his and looked at him, crossing her arms as she waited on him to finish typing. Her phone buzzed with a notification, and she was suddenly cursing and moving to sit down.
Alec ignored Sarah for a while longer. Until she jumped into the chat where he was talking to Beez. He put down his phone. He had seen the stream of Aksel’s. He internally vowed to kill the man, once and for all. Whether it was legal or not. It was something he had been wanting to do since well before this whole fiasco with Hannah. Now, it was just more determined. But he had so many other problems right now. He lowered his phone. “Hide her in a fucking closet or something,” he growled.
Sarah looked up at him sharply. “You and I both know she needs better protection than that. She needs to be kept somewhere she literally cannot be taken from. We don’t know who all is going to be a threat now.”
Clenching hs jaw, Alec glared down at her. “You are literally surrounded by the most powerful occult forces in existence. I’m sure you can figure out something.”
Then, right as I was apologizing to Beez, Sarah hopped on talking about Aksel’s livestream offering money for someone to capture Hannah for him ((Scales = Sarah Swords = LG Cop Car = Alec Ballet Shoes = Hannah))

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Wait what happened!? Every just turned intense what happened?!
There was...a thing. On our group chat. I’ll just, I’ll just show you. I’ll make a post with the chat on it, I don’t know how to attach a picture to an answer.
Lack of Communication
Snarling, Alec turned off his phone and tossed it onto the table. Stalking in a circle through his dinning and living rooms. Frustration, fear, and feeling like a complete idiot writhing through him in a horrible mix coming out in the only way he knew how. Anger. But he regretted what he had said. Quite immediately. But his pride was too much for him to go back. To take it back. @ask-a-ds
Sarah drove as fast as she could to Alec’s, somewhat surprised she made it there safely. When she did, she ran to his door and began to knock insistently. “Alec!” she called. “Open the bloody door!” Whether she was furious, or worried, it couldn’t be said, but she may have truly been a bit of both.
Alec opened the door for her, phone in hand once again. But he didn’t speak to her as he continued typing. Apologizing to Beelzebub for what he had said. He ignored Sarah. Which felt rather fitting considering the way she had completely ignored him when he had been upset with her.
Sarah stepped into his and looked at him, crossing her arms as she waited on him to finish typing. Her phone buzzed with a notification, and she was suddenly cursing and moving to sit down.
Alec ignored Sarah for a while longer. Until she jumped into the chat where he was talking to Beez. He put down his phone. He had seen the stream of Aksel’s. He internally vowed to kill the man, once and for all. Whether it was legal or not. It was something he had been wanting to do since well before this whole fiasco with Hannah. Now, it was just more determined. But he had so many other problems right now. He lowered his phone. “Hide her in a fucking closet or something,” he growled.