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landonkincaidâ:
Landon was always happy to see Brynn. Since he had come to town they had bonded significantly. She was friendly and inviting, always smiling and warm. He wasnât even sure if she herself knew just how much positive energy she gave off. He looked up at her from the couch and swung his legs as he stood, walking to her with a grin. âYeah, no problem.â He took the tray from her with a smile. âShould I warm it up or?â he asked instead of giving more information about the 11th. He took it into the kitchen, assuming sheâd follow. âWhat do you want to drink?â Finally, though, he paused and looked at her with a soft smile. âI am doing alright though. Uh, have you met Forest Hawthorne yet? Heâs one of the owners of TriBeCa? He and I grew up together in Devola.â
âLandon,â she said in a sing-song tone, crossing her arms over her chest. âI donât give a bloody damn if you heat up the food; Iâm not hungry. Water is fine. Now tell me about this Forest person.â She smiled and helped herself to the water, letting him focus on what to say rather than having to juggle twelve things at once. She got out two cups of water, one for him as well. âI have not met him, we donât do a lot of reading in my household. I have met Milo at TriBeCa, from when I first started looking for biology books. But not a Forest Hawthorne.â There, now it was his turn to speak.
@gabe-maddoxâ
Sometimes Gabe forgot a lunch to bring to work, and they would take their lunch break together and Brynn would be forced to share her food (not forced, but out of the kindness of her heart she would offer more than half of her meal). She didnât mind getting a smaller lunch every now and then, and usually liked to keep a yogurt in the fridge for such occasions, or some fruit. Sometimes Gabe took that instead of infringing on her own food, but thankfully today he obliged as it was something he rather liked. And they were close enough that he could be bold enough to accept her offer of food.Â
âI have something to confess,â she said as she bit into her apple, then chewed for a few seconds before swallowing the crisp meat. âIâve been taking courses about biology and human anatomy. Not that Iâm taking your job, I just want to be able to... if I need to--Gabe, I love working here. I donât mind what part of the business I am on, I just want to work here for as long as I live here, is all Iâm saying. So if I need to make myself more adaptable, that is what I am trying to do.â
javiersmoralesâ:
Javier glanced at her hesitantly, aware that this was a risk. It was worth it, it had to be. No one ever got forward by hiding their emotions and pretending. If she wasnât interested, they would make it through. âI wantâŚâ He sighed and stopped in his steps, eyes resting on her carefully. âPerhaps we should try again. It has been a long time, weâve both grown. I still love you, Brynn. I never stopped, and even if I said i became platonic, Iâm not sure that it ever did at all. Not truly. You know Iâll respect any decision you make, but I do ask that you consider this.â
Her eyes narrowed at him. She looked angrier than she felt, but she was quiet. It was a somber feeling, not that she wasnât excited to get back together, but just because they had been down this path before. âHow long have you been sitting on this?â she finally responded after a hesitation. âI told you, I donât want to get married. Never again. I know youâre not Micah but I donât need a ring or a certificate or stupid benefits from the state to know that my love for you is true. And... yes. I still love you, too. Jackass.â A hint of a grin spread across her lips at the ânicknameâ for the other. âYouâre a hard person not to love, Javi. Youâre selfless and compassionate and giving. A hard worker, good ethics, strong sense of self. But if youâre gonna get down on a knee you can stop that right now because no.â
@brynnharperâ
Two weeks after the fire, Xander had hardly left his bed. He really didnât want to either. Heâd gotten a man killed because⌠Because what? Because heâd been emotional and jumpy that night? Because he was thinking about his mother and he had been too distracted to notice- God, if he had been more responsible it would never have happened.
He looked up as there was a knock on his bedroom door and rolled away from it. âJulian, Iâm not hungry, Iâm fine, donât worry about it.â Another knock. âNysa, leave me alone!â And then it opened and he turned around, brows furrowing as he recognized Brynn standing by the bed. âWhat the⌠Brynn? What are you doing here?â he asked groggily, pushing himself up on his elbows.
âSoup, darling. Minestrone.â She was always upfront about why she was around the Walsh boys, wanting to keep a healthy dynamic between them. She was brutally blunt with most people, and they were no different. âJulian said you needed help getting out of bed. Be glad Iâm not your mother or else Iâd throw ice water on you. Iâm not kidding, ask Kane. He was late to school for less than a week in high school and never again. All four years, too. Thankfully his football also helped him with discipline.â She knew she was getting off topic, but sometimes she talked about her son to help the Walsh boys know they werenât alone. Everyone struggled and had their own difficulties in life, and the boys werenât that far apart in age either. Even if it had been over a decade since the Walshes were in high school, so maybe this anecdote wasnât applicable.Â

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@landonkincaidâ
She rapped on the door twice before opening it up to an empty room save for the man himself. Brynn Harper smiled. It had been almost a month since she had last dined with Landon over a simple lunch of homemade enchiladas (Javiâs familyâs recipe would live in her life on a monthly basis until eternity). Today, she brought lasagna that had cooked all night--Kane had gotten the leftovers to bring to school, and he had joked about boning a girl in his class with the food. Brynn had not liked that one bit.
While she had texted him since the eleventh, Brynn hadnât seen him in person. He looked well, and she decided to comment on it. She smiled as she walked into the room, closing the door behind her with a slight click. âYou do look good, as you said in the text. Mind telling me how everything went? Even therapists need their own person to talk to, you know.â She knew Landon would know what she was talking about, and if he tried to fib her she would snap him back in his place as she always did.
sam-roshanâ:
âHuh, okay, well I guess itâs in bad taste to bother a man at his grandfatherâs funeral, Iâll have to come back afterwards. Do you recall what he looks like? No, wait, let me guess.â He stared at the crowd for a moment, though they were far enough that he could only see a few. âThat one in the rubbish goatee probably. People only grow one of those to obscure something.â Sam turned slightly, wanting to keep his eyes on the crowd without being so forward, and it helped him hear the woman a little better. Her question, that confused him enough into shooting her a lost look. âHave they not got enough private investigators state side to know what they are, or are you wondering if I have a specific type of customer? Iâll help any Riverborn that wants it, its usually random problem solving. Lot of petty people here,â he said with fondness. Lethe was just the right amount of crazy to be endearing. âWell, I used to be a detective. Not here, this was before I moved back to this town. We often end up here a little bit, though its not like the shows you see on the telly.â No, those were dramatic and disruptive, and he hadnât crashed a funeral in several decades. He did not mention that he went to a couple dozen funerals for people he knew, his eyes flickering to the east, where he knew Shilohâs mother rested eternally. âWhy are you nitpicking me? Who are you, the nitpick police?â He asked with a snort. âI just meant I canât wander around so easily, we have to stand here like robots till its over.â
Brynn snorted but shook her head, not wanting to give this Samir everything he wanted. She wasnât that easy. The man in the goatee was Frederickson. âOh I meant what on earth are you investigating?â she chuckled. ââPetty peopleâ? Thatâs a good way to get repeat customers!â She smiled endearingly though. She figured she liked this guy, if he was a little odd. âOkay, okay. Start over. Iâm Brynn. I am no sort of police, except for the security kind at funerals. That is why I have been grilling you. You want business with someone who is mourning and I canât allow you to bugger their festivities.â Her smile never wavered as she spoke, though she tried to turn it upside down and be a little more serious. There was still a funeral going on. âSuffer with me,â she hissed, elbowing him playfully.
Time: 10:42 PM Date: 10-13-2020 Status: Closed with @brynnharper
Dinner at the Barrett house had been enjoyable. Mostly Brynn and himself had socialized with Nolyn and Mal while Rodrik had played with Eden happily; Kane had opted to stay home and he could hardly be blamed for it, he already spent much of his time at the Barrett ranch.Â
But on the walk home, it felt as if something was weighted between himself and Brynn. He wasnât sure if she felt it too or not, mostly because he knew what it was for him. Ever since the attack on her, it had become overwhelmingly clear to him that his love for her had never fully faded to platonic. He still wanted to be a family like they almost had been once, but he wasnât sure how to reach it. He wasnât even sure if he should try, but at the same time⌠He wasnât one to be held back by fear and what did he have to lose? He was pretty sure that he couldnât lose Brynn really, just like she would never be able to lose him. They were in each otherâs lives, bound by Kane if nothing else, with a strong enough relationship and rapport to survive any change. It was with that thought that he finally ventured it.
âBrynn, listen. Thereâs something Iâve been wanting to ask you about and now is just as good a time as any I suppose.â
She almost regretted walking home rather than driving. But she had had some alcohol and Javi was a physical person who preferred walking anyways, so Mallory had carpooled with her after a fighting session to dinner. She stunk and she knew it because of the sparring, so she was already insecure. Her eyes widened as Javi started a conversation. âAsk me?â she repeated, turning to look at him. Her eyes then fell to his hands as they swayed while they walked side by side, and she missed holding them in hers. She sighed louder than she had meant. She was sober now after having walked what little alcohol she had treated herself to off. It was a good night but things had been a little awkward with Javi, they stood on shaky ground after they had kissed a few weeks prior. It was all her fault, she knew. âWhat do you want to ask me, Javier?â
flamingaveryâ:
Avery laughed lightly. âOh, really? Which councilman?â She smiled at the woman, already taking a liking to her but her instincts had always been good. âWait, Julian? And Xander? The Walsh boys?â She gave a small laugh and bit her lip lightly as she studied her. âoh my god, youâre Brynn. The Brynn. He brought me some of your ice cream a while back. Iâm friends with him and his brother. Or. Iâm-â She wrinkled her nose as she tried to figure out what she was to the Walsh boy, or what Brynn knew. Brynn was his friend, so it wasnât Averyâs place to say anything she didnât know. âWeâre having a great parade. Terra seems to love it.â âI do,â Terra said happily. âItâs so fun and everyone is so happy.â
âJavier Morales. Heâs a fae, and actually taught me how to be a fae as well, use my powers at the very least.â It was how they fell in love all those years ago, if truth be told, but the young woman probably didnât need to know that. âYes, the Walshes I--Yes! Iâm Brynn!â She laughed as the woman knew her name. Avery and the Walsh Boys must be friends if she knew her by name. Had they shown her photos of her? Oh dear she hoped not, she was very un-photogenic, always with food in her mouth or screaming something into the air. âTerra, huh? How do you like your face painting?â she asked, giving a mirror to the young girl. Benâs suggestion earlier in the day had come in handy and Brynn had asked a witch to sit with her at her station, to animate the art if anyone wanted, like a moving picture on their cheek. As Kane would say, âa gif.â Brynn smiled at the two girls, assuming Avery was the older sister if truth be told, but she wouldnât voice her opinions so openly. âParades are always a lot of fun. Before Lethe I had never experienced one, but they do one here every couple of years, if youâre staying for long.â
isolde-allardâ:
Isolde shook her head lightly before saying âNo, he didnât. He just assumed Iâd lived a mortal life and died centuries agoâ. There was logic in that, after all. Had her brother returned he would have learned of her turning, of the fact that she would also be eternal. âHad it not been for that chance encounter he never would have found me nor I himâ she mentioned, as it hadnât really been a matter of waiting on Wesleyâs part. It had been a matter of not knowing⌠but he would have known if heâd looked for her in the first place after becoming a lich. âIâm glad to have been reunited with him, of course. But⌠itâs been too long, Brynn. I love him dearly but it feels like weâre somehow strangersâ.There was a brief pause as the vampire glanced down at her glass âAnd I hate that feeling. We used to mean everything to one another and Iâm worried we might not be the siblings we used to beâ.
âI understand that, Izzy,â she said deeply. She had recently, over this last summer, visited her old polygamist compound in Wyoming but it had been just forty years compared to Isolde and Wesleyâs centuries-plus. Her siblings were all old and decrepit and her ex husband was on his last legs. Everything was bizarre and while most locations looked similar, things were completely different. âIâm sorry youâre going through that.â Her own mother had passed because the compound didnât use modern medicine. Sheâd fallen while working and her hip had never healed properly. That was almost a decade ago. She was the one Brynn had been the closest to, but even her regular siblings and half-siblings that she had grown up with were beyond strangers. âIts understandable, really. You grow and change without even realizing it, just overtime, sweetie.â She nursed her wine before setting it back on the table. âBut you can start over. Even if itâs not what you want, you can begin anew and get to know each other. Iâm sure the love will always be there, you just need to figure each other out again. Which is okay!âÂ

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ben-riveraâ:
âWhy didnât you just team up with the witches to make one booth? Youâd probably get more people swinging by to get enchanted face paints,â he said thoughtfully, settling onto a stool and offering her a half-grin as he scanned over the options. Her hug didnât surprise him, he was getting used to Brynnâs easy affection, and he returned it with a laugh. âOh, Javi has been spying, has he? Iâll have you know that heâs a little behind the times, we⌠confessed I suppose a couple weeks ago,â he explained, settling down once more, a light-hearted smile on his face. Talking of Eleonor always seemed to bring some easy happiness out of him, though he didnât consider him much of a pessimist before her either. âYou and Javi though? Whatâs happening there?â
She almost pushed him off the stool at the accusatory tone he gave. Brynn wasnât doing this for the money, in fact she didnât get anything as she was volunteering her whole day, and she was a little embarrassed that she hadnât thought to ask a witch or two to stay at her booth with her to animate the childrensâ face paintings. âWell Iâve known for a little while but you donât ring as often as you should! Suppose its because youâre getting boned by someone other than my sister,â she chuckled, not hurt by it at all. âIâm happy for you, Ben,â she reiterated, but then he brought the conversation back to her and she sighed. âDo you want one or not?â she deflected, then sat as he looked at the options, not knowing if he was being serious or just wasting time. If truth be told she couldnât imagine Benjamin Rivera with face paint seriously.  âWe kissed a couple times. It was hard not to, emotions were high when I was beaten and... I donât know yet. We havenât talked much since then, its not awkward or anything weâre just surprisingly good at compartmentalizing. I guess youâd presume that of a Catholic priest.â She grinned her lopsided grin. âI donât think I ever stopped loving him, Ben,â she said solemnly.Â
Date: September 22, 2020 Time: 11:20 AM Location: Face Painting BoothÂ
@brynnharper
Avery was sitting at the booth with the little girl holding herself as still as could be in her lap so that the older woman could paint her face. Smiling softly, the fire nymph turned her gaze from Terra to the woman working. âHaving a good parade?â she asked cheerfully. This was a good day, it was nice to see the town so cheerful and alive. âIâm Avery by the way, I know you already met little Terra here.â
âYes, actually. My... my ex talked our son into being part of the parade. He only agreed because his father is a councilman,â she chuckled, pausing drawing the butterfly on Terraâs face so she wouldnât mess up. âIâll close up shop a little early to get a good spot to watch my son march in the parade. My friend Julian is actually in it as well--I have a lot of friends in town, Iâve been here thirty years. He even drew this lovely poster, though his brother is the artist in that family. Iâm unsure if Xander helped him or not, but it looks lovely. They have been in town for a few generations so he felt it was important to participate. How is yours going?â
javiersmoralesâ:
Javier smiled softly, leaning in to press a soft kiss to her temple. Technically, he knew he shouldnât. He knew they hadnât been together in a long time. But he cared for her still. She was the mother of his son, a brave and strong and kind woman. She was a pillar of the community and unlike anyone he had ever met before. âI do,â he said with a small smile. âAnd Iâm very grateful to him. I may not approve of violence, but when it comes to keeping family safe?â Do whatever you need to. He couldnât say it out loud, couldnât. But he knew that she knew what he meant.
He squeezed her hand carefully, looking at her carefully as she spoke. âI could never see you as a coward or selfish,â he told her truthfully. âBut of course Iâll join. anytime you want to go, anywhere you want to go⌠Iâll be there. And we can certainly find someone to work with you. You know we can. Iâll make that happen.â
âJavi,â she breathed, looking away from him. âPeople change. People grow, deteriorate, change for the good or the bad. What if I...â What if we no longer mesh, she almost asked, but closed her lips tight to keep from saying it because then it would mean it was actually on the table, getting back together might actually be in the cards and she didnât know if that made her sick to her stomach or want to jump for joy. She couldnât understand anything right now with the pain she felt, albeit it was much less dense than an hour ago in the car. âOkay,â she said quietly, then turned her back to him. âYou can lay down or check on your son... but itâs... itâs been awhile since Iâve had another warm body in my bed, even though technically this is your bed,â she snorted, turning towards him despite the pain and grinning devilishly.Â
@ben-rivera
âThere you go,â she said, offering a mirror to the child. She smiled and hugged Brynn, but her mother put her hand on their back to rush her away. âThe witches are just down the street and to the right when you get to the pharmacy. Theyâll animate it right up for you.â She waved her away and looked up at her next client who happened to be a friendly face. âBen!â She stood and reached her arms up around his back. âA little birdy told me you are with a certain Council member. Javi, Javi told me.â
jackson-danversâ:
Jack stared at the brunette woman for a while as he let her talk. He had a habit of rambling and he wasnât fond of being interrupted so he tried to do the same for other people. â Yeah we sell a lot of stuff hereâ Jack replied looking around the shop but giving a half smile in response. He knew TriBeCa had a lot of stuff in it but to him it made sense. âI think itâs better than normal. If thereâs anything missing though Iâm sure we could order itâ He shrugged still standing behind the counter. He was a little overwhelmed with the amount of information he was processing. Jack looked at the list going over the titles before glancing back. âWhat kind of self study?â He asked before glancing back down. He took the list in his hand and walked out from behind the counter. â So why would having an ex being a councilman be against the rules?â He asked without thinking. He was so busy looking at titles that he didnât realize that was a lightly intrusive question. âSorry. I shouldnât be so damn nosy. Iâm sort of used to spending my time with the same people so nothing is ever off limitsâ
She couldnât help but smile at the manâs candor. He took great pride in his place of work, and she could respect that. âMedical field. I work at the funeral home but Iâm not the mortician. I might want to be in the future, though. So books on anatomy and medical practices. If I donât stick with Avalon, Iâll probably become a nurse or something.â She didnât consider herself a rambler, but others might. She didnât at all think of how it might be domineering or daunting to others. âOh, Javi isnât against the rules, I mean the P.O Box outside is against the rules. I think. I donât know anymore,â she chuckled in embarrassment. âOh, I thought you were going to say nothing is ever new to you, but if youâre that close with someone, I understand how the boundaries are a bit skewed. I donât mind nosy questions though, ask away if you want. I grew up on a polygamist compound and even got married at nineteen.â

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sam-roshanâ:
She said something, but the sound of it was lost among the shuffling and movement as she dragged him away from everyone else. âVery subtle, I donât think they noticed,â he said, cheerfully, fully aware that some people were giving them a confused look. Sam bowed his head to them, solemness crossing his face till they turned away, and he looked back at her with a slight frown. âIs that why you dragged me away? You thought I didnât belong there? Very presumptuous, I happen to be good friends with, uh, Anatol Niemczyk.â The name was slow and dragged out, like he wasnât quite sure how to pronounce all of it. Then he frowned. âWait, Niemczyk? Is his grandson Adrian?â Huh, small world, heâd been looking for that guy for a while. âIâm Samir Roshan, Iâm a deâ Iâm a private investigator.â He stuck out his hand for her to shake, fumbling on his introduction. Decades of introducing himself as a detective was a little difficult to change and he grimaced. âEvery funeral is different, even outside of Lethe. Canât say this one looks any different than some of the others Iâve had to see, but I try not to attend these if I can avoid it.â Someone looked their way and the solemn look came across his face again. When they turned away, Sam looked at the woman. âYou do realize weâre both stuck here now? Its going to be suspicious if I just walk away, but Iâm not ready to go yet.â
âYes. Adrian is one of his many grandchildren,â she stated slowly. âSamir. I remember your family. Gabriel talked about your mother a few times, how she died so young, but I donât know much beyond that...â It happened way before Brynnâs time, and she looked at the man in a new light. Shit, was he older than her? She shook his hand, distracted. âA private investigator? In Lethe? Like, for the Riverborn or what?â she asked intently, curiosity getting the better of her. âWhy did you âhaveâ to see some funerals? Were you close with the people? You know many deceased? You had an obligation?â What was this, twenty questions? Christ, Brynn, she thought to herself. She smiled up at the taller man then asked âAnd why arenât you ready to go? What is the deceasedâs name again? Anatol...?â She looked expectantly at the man then giggled. âYou complain that weâre stuck here even though you donât want to leave? Iâm sorry, who the hell are you again?âÂ
isolde-allardâ:
Isolde took a sip from her glass, relishing the taste of the blood on her tongue. She set aside her glass for a moment, trying to organize her thoughts and tell Brynn what had happened the day her twin brother showed up at her shop out of the blue. âHe did die, so at least that part wasnât a lieâ she explained with just a hint of bitterness to her words. It felt like one of the most defining moments in her life had just been a façade, after all. âBut Wesley rose as a lich and he chose not to tell anyoneâ. Part of her could understand why heâd want to keep his undead state a secret from others. But why from her? âHe chose not to tell meâ.
âWhy... why the hell not? Did he know where you were?â Brynn was captivated by the story, the betrayal. Isolde deserved better than Wesley, didnât she? Why was he so... was selfish the word? But who was Brynn to judge? âIâm so sorry to hear that, sweetie. I canât understand it. He is your brother. He waited this long?â