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''     you   don't   trust   me,   do   you?     ''     /     lana collins,     @hellcures​  !

𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭   𝐢𝐬   𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝.      i   can’t   just   magically   hand   it   over.     doppelganger   remains   calm,     eyes   half   closed   as   she   takes   in   the   words   of   the   other   woman.     situation   is   complicated,     human   girl   doesn’t   know   who   to   TRUST   anymore,     who   to   talk   to,     who   to   run   to.     humans,     vampires,     witches   playing   two   sides     —-     she   can’t   keep   up   anymore.     death   is   upon   mystic   falls,     little   wars   here   and   there,     human   kind   is   losing   and   she’s   terrified.     ‘’     you   know   her.     used   to   be   friends   with   her.     of   course   i   don’t   trust   you.     ’’     words   escapes   fleshed   lips,     doe   eyes   filled   with   pain   watching   the   woman,     but   elena   tries   her   best   to   hide   it   from   her.     SHOW   NO   EMOTION,     FOR   THAT   IS   WEAKNESS.     and   the   last   thing   elena   wants   is   to   let   katherine   think   she’s   weak.     ‘’     she   destroyed   my   life,     and   she   will   keep   doing   so   as   long   as   she’s   a l i v e.     things   have   to   CHANGE   and   you   know   this.     if   you   want   my   trust,     fine     —-     you’ll   get   it.     but   before   that,     i   need   to   K N O W   what   side   you’re   on.     ’’

𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒 𝐏𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄, 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐋𝐆𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑'𝐒 tough yet predictable answer to her almost rhetorical question.  sure, lana could fight her on the details, point out their inaccuracies  —  it was katherine who sought her out, not the other way around  ;  when said friendship brewed, it was under relevant misinformation and sweet, little white lies . . . but it wouldn’t change a thing.  in elena’s eyes, the hunter was not to be trusted, and  rightfully so.  from what she’d gathered along her short stay, katherine had spitefully given her plenty of reasons to immediately write anyone affiliated with her off and call it a good day.

but that wasn’t her style, she was more  𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞  than that,  tended to see the good in people,  a trait she’d be surprised to find they share  —  if that weren’t true, the brunette would’ve likely not fallen for the vampire’s sob story and avoided herself all this trouble.  all she seemed to need, was some  time  which was a relief, as she truly couldn’t afford to be passive-aggressive or bickering the second they had to work together.  getting along was a much easier path to follow.  ❛ fair enough.  but, honestly speaking, i think katherine’s got bigger fish to fry at the moment that don’t necessarily concern you, elena. ❜  working alongside her, one thing had always been crystal clear to her  —  her utter desperation and  growing impatience  to free herself from klaus’ grasp.  making sure that wish became reality was the top priority on her list, hence turning elena’s life in a living hell out of bitterness falling to at least second place.

everything was going fairly well until she brought up the  taking sides  aspect of this all.  so much talk about teams, when they all really had the same goal  —  personal differences aside, lana couldn’t entirely wrap her head around them dividing and warring with eachother against the same enemy.  perhaps it had something to do with the fact she was still undecided on which party had the purest of intentions  —  katherine’s buried grief and urge for vengeance for her family  ( which lana could perfectly relate to ), or the brothers’ fear and refusal of an evil of this magnitude walking this earth.  ❛ i’m on the side of saving innocent people and wiping out the bad guys, elena.  always have been, always will be, and that’s the main reason why i got involved in this mess to begin with.  you don’t wanna trust me yet, that’s fine  —  but i  am  telling the truth, and all i ask is to be in the know about what’s going on in order to make  informed decisions  that’ll keep me from putting my own life on the line for  nothing.  i won’t go out into the battlefield blindfolded, not for  katherine,  and also not for  you. ❜

       A  forced  smile,  as  Rowena  follows  along,  not  trusting  this  situation,  and  the  woman,  a  single  bit.  If  anything,  it  had  felt  like  she  was  walking  into  some  sort  of  a  trap.  It’s  not  the  first  time  someone  had  tried  to  capture  her  in  order  to  do  their  bidding,  but  Rowena  doesn’t  work  that  way.  It’s  either  an  agreement  which  leads  both  parties  to  a  good  outcome,  or  no  agreement  at  all.  “ You’re  too  kind. ”  Dry  words,  lacking  any  emotion,  a  quick  sneer  tugging  her  lips,  the  witch  goes  into  the  cafe,  the  warmth  of  the  place  feeling  wonderful  against  her  chilled  skin.  A  free  booth  quickly  located,  she  slides  into  a  seat  after  shucking  her  coat.  “ Now,  tell  me  exactly  what  you  want.  The  more  detail  the  better  the  chances  you  have  to  convince  me. ” 

𝐀 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐊 𝐅𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒, 𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 rowena’s effortless sarcasm, yet not  distracted  by it  —  the witch was not to be underestimated, but approached with  caution,  as her drive and ambition normally went hand in hand with her overly  arrogant,  self-serving ways.  it was like walking a tightrope, teaming up with her, but right now, it was her best shot at fixing the mess she made, and lana wouldn’t take  no  for an answer.  the brunette followed closely behind her companion, taking the seat across her in the free booth.  she’d first intended to order their drinks before getting down to business, but the hunter had no issue complying with her clear desire to skip past the  formalities.  

❛ i’ll cut to the chase then.  as you may have gathered from your last  encounter  with dean winchester a couple weeks ago, the mark has considerably boosted his abilities, made him a tougher adversary that not even  you  can take on.  but that comes at a high  price, and as much as he’d rather die than openly admit it, i don’t think he can take it much longer. ❜  the urge to  kill,  to  release  and respond to the mark’s wicked nature  —  either it’d end him, or innocent people, and neither of those options was acceptable by any means in her book.  leaning forward into the table, hazel hues stared right ahead into rowena’s eyes, believing she was about to capture her attention.  

❛ you don’t like being at a disadvantage, i don’t like the side effects this mark is burdening him with  —  i thought it might be a win-win situation if we joined forces towards a solution. ❜  right hand slides into the small of her back, fingers laced around the handle of her family legacy’s blade as she set it between them on the table.  ❛ don’t get too excited  —  if you know what this weapon is, which i presume you do, you are  a) aware i’m the only person on the planet who can use it, and b), rightfully doubtful as for this counting as a  solution,  since it might as well kill me before i neutralize the mark of cain’s energy.  and that’s where you come in  —  if you can find a way to enhance this blade so that it has enough power to go on in order to finish the job without running out of gas and draining me along with it, i’m confident i can turn dean back to nothing but a run-of-the-mill human again.  it’s a tricky balance, considering it works both through my blood and the earthly magic of a new moon, but  —  i know you love a good  challenge. ❜  eyebrows slightly lift, head tilting to the side in curiosity for her reaction to the outlines of lana’s proposal.  ❛ how’s it sound so far?  convincing? ❜

ONE  STEP  AT  A  TIME.  and  all  of  a  sudden,  former  man  of  letters  found  himself  silenced,  choosing  instead  to  stare  out  of  the  window  as  the  other  drove.  so,  trying  to  actually  look  competent  had  actually  had  the  adverse  effect…  in  the  sense  of  making  him  look  way,  way  too  eager,  which  was…  apparently,  bad?  shit.  he  knew  nothing.  he  knew  nothing    ——–    what  was  he  doing,  going  on  a  bloody  hunt,  anyway?  he  wasn’t  nearly  much  of  a  hunter!  he  was…  a  nerd  with  money,  and  these  days,  he  didn’t  even  have  the  latter.

and  yet,  no  sooner  than  it  started,  did  it  inevitably  end,  male  surprised  as  the  hunter  offered  music.  hadn’t  bothered  to  pick  up  a  podcast  in  his  panic.  or  maybe,  subconsciously,  made  the  effort  not  to,  for  fear  of  bothering  lana  once  again  (  dean  hadn’t  seemed  to  appreciate  it  years  before,  after  all  ).  music.  huh.

“  yeah    ——–    yeah,  alright.  ”  was  almost  curious  to  know,  what  music  sounded  like  these  days.  so  much  to  catch  up  on  from  the  last  two  years,  he  thought.  had  never  even  had  much  in  the  way  of  time  to  stop  and  listen  to  music,  before.  work,  always  so  busy…  he  thrived  in  that  environment,  he  thought.  always  working,  keeping  himself  occupied.  but…  little  opportunity  to  stop  and  smell  the  roses.  if  he  was  being  honest  with  himself?  previous  life  had  been  a  wasted  one…  and  full  of  regret  to  boot.  this  time  would  be  different.  this  time.

“  …  so,  go  on,  then    ——–    what’ve  y’got?  ”

𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐖 𝐀 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐊, 𝐀𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐂 she didn’t think far enough ahead as for  what kind of music  to play.  usually, she’d just turn on the radio and find the most alternative or old-school station on it, but she could do  better than that  —  and when mick asked what she had laying around, it was the scattered variety of cd’s in her glove compartment that appeared in her thoughts, a fine representation of her musical taste collected over the years.  with her hands still gripping tight on the steering wheel and gaze looking ahead, the hunter tried to accurately recall what the components to her cd collection were exactly.  ❛ i got sarah mclachlan’s  fallen,  take that’s  beautiful world, mandy moore’s  wild hope  —  ❜  the brunette quickly shoots him a look, a warning she deems necessary after realizing what that must sound like, feeling his respect for her might be crashing down by the  second  due to her early 20′s guilty pleasure disc.  ❛ don’t judge, and then a bunch of greatest hits  —  the killers, alanis morissette, 3 doors down, the goo goo dolls . . . pick what you like. ❜  a few more white lines fleetingly passed by their side, right hand freed to reach over to open up the compartment before mick.  shortly thereafter, a slight rummaging sound followed, as her passenger went over their possibilities.   fleetingly amused smile tugged at the driver’s lips, the idea of mick likely being a victim to dean’s outrage at so much as a  suggestion  for anyone else besides him picking the tunes in his impala crossing her mind.  this must be nicer, right?  ❛ quite a change from dean’s mixtape collection, huh? ❜

   head shakes lightly, as if the only thoughts he allows to clog up his mind are his own.  he’s not handling it so well, because a big part of him feels like he’s FAILED.  he certainly has in his father’s eyes.  he was responsible for his little brother, after all, and he ran away on him.  he can’t understand why, can’t see the reasoning behind lana’s words, because deep down, he wants to hear it coming from sam and not anyone else’s speculations.  dismissing her words, dean inquires instead,        ‘   did he say anything t’ you?  ’       emeralds stare back, eagerly  awaiting for an answer.     ‘  i mean, did he ever talk to you about… leaving?  ’

𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄, 𝐔𝐍𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐅𝐎𝐑 not stopping to bask in the meaning behind her point.  after all, who was  she  to preach on coping mechanisms?  lana was only now regaining some perspective, and she didn’t see an end to that heavy feeling looming inside her chest anytime soon.  the same kind of horrible  weight  she felt when her parents passed away.  as long as she was concerned, dean was entitled to as much  anger  or  denial  as he desired, considering it was one of the few luxuries his abrupt departure had failed to take from him.  at his inquiry, a breath exits her nostrils, solemn hazel hues raising to meet his  anguished  emeralds once more.   ❛ about wanting to get away, yeah.  i knew for a long time before this happened that his dream wasn’t to follow in your dad’s footsteps, that he wanted more, and  —  i’d be lying if i sat here and i told you i didn’t support him in that when he told me he’d applied for stanford, because what kind of a friend would i have been otherwise? ❜  a  selfish  one, that is, specially as deep down she was convinced there wouldn’t be a place for her in his  new and improved  cookie-cutter life anymore.   ❛ but  no,  i did not know about his plans to leave, and to be honest, i never in a million years thought he’d handle it the way he did.  then again, i’m sure he had his reasons, we just  —  weren’t given the privilege to know what those were. ❜  small pause, as her statement had evoked a disheartening sense of powerlessness she felt the need to recompose herself from    —  and yet, lana believed  good intentions  were still worthy of being brought to the table, even amidst all their mutual grief.  ❛ i can safely bet  hurting  us wasn’t among them, though. ❜  

                    for a reason she didn’t understand, she felt out of place around these people. something told her that she didn’t belong here, but she had no evidence or any real reason to believe that. she had no memory of who she was or where she grew up, or who taught her to speak, walk, or anything else. and the only lead she had to figuring those things out was tracking down her brothers. she had no way of knowing if they even truly existed, but a small voice in the back of her mind whispered that they were out there somewhere. she couldn’t blame the skepticism radiating from the other however, for she could imagine how strange this situation would be to deal with. and what she was about to say would only make it worse, surely.  ‘ oh, i’m sorry. i’m mila. mila winchester. their younger sister?  ’  her last words were framed as a question, as she’d lost her confidence in the middle of her response. she sounded crazy, didn’t she?  and what proof did she have?  nothing but the conviction in her own brain. 

𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐀.  didn’t ring any bells, but it was a good enough  place to start  digging.  her poise in the face of the situation was short-lived, though, as the stranger claimed  winchester  to be her  surname,  which admittedly threw lana off.  big time.  one could even say such a bold and  ridiculous  statement considering her in-depth knowledge of that family’s history bought  mila  a first-class ticket to her ugly, unfriendly side real quick.  eyebrows slightly raised in great stun, eyes widening at the brunette before her, trying to come up with a reasonable next step, as something inside her kept her from writing her off just yet.  she ended up choosing to grab her by the arm and bring her into a much less busy corner of the street, grasp tight as she finally replied to the woman’s brazen announcement.  ❛ nice try, but you’re gonna have to do  a lot  better than that in order to trick me into telling you a  damn thing.  now, who sent you here?  demons?  lilith? ❜

the  hunter  retaliated,  and  for  several  moments,  former  man  of  letters  stood  there,  taking  it.  listening.  maybe,  maybe  he  shouldn’t  have  flown  off  the  handle  at  her.  it  was  frustrating,  however,  to  work  so  hard  to  prove  himself  capable  of  being  trusted,  of  willingness  to  understand  how  things  worked  over  here,  only  to  find  his  former  organisation  had…  apparently  ruined  that  entirely.  and  himself,  by  association.  shouldn’t  be  a  surprise.  his  hands  were  never  wholly  clean,  in  their  dealings…  but  then  again,  a  far  sight  cleaner  than  most.

finally,  he  swallowed,  offering  a  small  nod  her  way.  couldn’t  dismiss  her  words,  not  in  their  entirety.  in  spite  of  his  own  frustrations…  she  made  some  good  points.  he  was  the  outsider,  here.  and  he  had  not  been  a  child  for  many  years,  now.  act  like  it.

“  …  very  well.  ”  a  clear  of  his  throat,  as  he  straightened  tie,  eyes  lifting  to  her  with  features  smoothed  over,  hiding  irritation.  “  though,  for  the  record  ;  all  i  wanted,  all  i  ever  wanted,  was  to  make  friends.  that’s  it.  i  wanted  it  to  work.  because  if  we’re  all  so  busy  fighting  each  other?  then  we’re  only  half  paying  attention  to  what’s  out  there.  ”  the  monsters,  lurking  in  the  shadows,  waiting  for  their  moment  to  strike.  a  breath,  as  he  tried  to  remain  calm,  collected.  professional,  right?  we’re  not  gonna  get  angry  again.  we’re  gonna…  explain.  this  is  explaining.  “  …  not  exactly  a  strong  business  model  for  making  the  world  a  better  place.  and  i  did  everything  i  could  to  make  it  work    ——–    i  died  standing  up  to  them  on  your  lot’s  behalf,  because  you’re  right…  they  may  have  the  cool  toys  and  all  the  knowledge  in  the  bloody  world,  but  that  doesn’t  make  you  a  good  hunter,  or  even  a  good  person.  what  i  didn’t  know,  was  it  was  rigged  from  the  start.  ”

saw  it,  now…  the  hypocrisy.  said  one  thing,  but  meant  another,  and  he  fell  for  it,  hook,  line  and  sinker.  “  they  was  never  gonna  accept  you.  just  like  they  never  accepted  the  hunters  back  home.  it  was  all  about  control,  and…  yeah.  i  should’ve  seen  it  sooner.  should’ve  realised  who  i  was  working  for.  but  you  have  your  family,  and  i  thought  they  were  mine…  you  never  wanna  see  the  worst  in  family…  ‘cause  then  you’re  all  alone.  ”

a  moment  of  pause,  as  he  thought  back  to  it.  those  last  moments,  arguing  with  hess.  and  then,  there  was  nothing.  he  was  gone    ——–    done.  to  be  stuck  between  two  forces,  the  only  barrier  between  life  as  it  was  known,  and  utter anarchy…  of  course  they  took  him  off  the  board.  features  hardened,  as  hands  shoved  into  coat  pockets  (  better  than  looking  for  something  to  throw  ).  “  …  far  as  i’m  concerned,  and  for  what  it’s  worth…  they  can  choke.  ”

𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍, 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐔𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐙𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅, 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 hostile defensiveness falling away, except for the sculpted frown holding on in her features.  she knew a lack of a counterresponse was too good to be true, though, so she anticipated some sort of clarification, and hell, maybe it wasn’t such a loathing annoyance  —  perhaps that was the reason why she’d been pushing for a reaction out of him, because she wanted to  understand.  hear  his  side of the story, break the image she’d painted of himself in her mind, see why the brothers had taken pity on him so she could slowly  begin  to trust him, and therefore include him in the team they were all supposed to form.  whether that was foolish, wishful thinking or not she’d judge on whatever he had to say for himself now.

hazel hues scanned his figure up and down, held back on spitting out some snarky facebook rmemark at the mention of his sole desire to befriend hunters, and  listened.  turns out, there  were  actually points for them to see eye to eye on.  in fact, there was  nothing  that immediately stood out to her as a chance to jump at him and disagree, which was a notorious  first.  maybe, just maybe, and only if all he was claiming was truthful to a fault, this could only go up from here on out.

the meaning behind her furrowed brows switched from tension to sheer curiosity, as she’d never stopped to think about how the british men of letter’s demise must’ve felt from the inside.  they always seemed like such brainswashed soldiers she doubted they had any moral judgement capabilities of their own left  —  however, mick apparently  did,  tried to expand the community in hope for some change, and ultimately  died  for it.  too little too late,  she bitterly used to think when flashes of all their casualties and collateral damages in that war flooded her mind, but right now, as mick finished saying his piece, it seemed like a good time to stop hiding behind her resentment and attempt to reevaluate her conclusions on those past events, and her opinion of him as a result.

she returned him a subtle single nod, leg lifting over the tabletop and remaining foot on the ground pushing body to sit onto its surface, hands meeting at her thighs as she turned her head to glance directly at him  —  and  without  spitefully squinting, this time.  ❛ well, as they say, hindsight is 20/20.  what matters is that you  aren’t  getting caught up in pipe dreams anymore.  and, for the record  —  last one, i promise  —  it’s rough.  looking around and finding you’re all alone.  i’m not gonna say i know all about how you felt, ‘cause i was luckily never betrayed like that by my own family, but i  do  know what that sinking feeling is like.  it’s heavy enough to pull you under and have you drown, and the more you try to scream, the more water floods your lungs, and the more you realize you’re making a fool of yourself ‘cause you’re underwater and no one can hear you. ❜  gaze drifts off into space for a couple seconds, memories of darker instances swimming their way up to the surface, but she clears her throat and pushes it back under where it belongs, eyes refocusing on mick’s features.  

❛ anyway, i can agree with you on the fact that being at eachother’s throats is only gonna help our enemy’s chance at catching us off guard.  in fact, i agree with most of the points you made, oddly  —  must be a sign we’re actually  moving  somewhere. ❜  or that she was officially going insane, yet another unnecessary comment she  bit her tongue on.  the ends of her lips curve upward ever so slightly, as she never would’ve guessed this little argument would place them on their merry way to leaving their differences behind.  unexpected, a term she was beginning to associate with the former man of letters before her.

 she embraced him into a long-needed hug, and dean curled up beside her, seeking comfort  where he found it.  he felt small as she brought her arms over his to wrap around him, and he stayed there.  no words were needed to be uttered for lana to understand how he felt  –  he didn’t need her to understand, because no one ever would.  what he’d experienced in hell could never be apprehended by any living human being on earth.  all he needed was her comfort ; her warmth ; her love.  he pressed his nose against her shoulder, arms wrapped around her lower back as he shut his eyes.  any tears that threatened to escape were now contained.  he felt at ease with her.  he felt home.  a moment later, he turned his cheek and stole kiss aimed at her neck.  a mere thank you that needn’t be uttered out loud.  

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘'𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐘 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎'𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐌𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 was public knowledge, but some courtesy greeting didn’t suffice  —  not considering the amount of sleepless nights lana stayed up wondering what dean must’ve been going through and  praying  all her worst case scenarios wouldn’t materialize outside her head.  she considered cutting a deal, but she knew that wouldn’t have made things any better, and so she tried to  take care of sam,  fill in his shoes ‘till he was back, but with sam falling off the face of the earth shortly after his death, none of her good intentions were of any actual use.  she might have failed to save the day numerous times in the last six months, but what he needed her from her, she  could  do, and so she let out a deep exhale as she ran her fingers through his hair, embracing his head resting on her shoulder, body taking on all of his weight.  his small gesture of affection was met with a shut of eyelids, fingers running down the back of his head to fall on his back, and  relief  flooding her heart.  ❛ i can’t imagine what you must’ve gone through down there, but  —  it’s  so good  to have you back. ❜  arms slowly pulled away, tender hazel hues fixing on his familiar emeralds.  ❛ i never stopped looking for a way to pull you out, y’know.  without  making a deal, of course  —  i thought it was about time we broke that habit. ❜ 

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𝙶𝙴𝙽𝙴𝚁𝙰𝙻 𝙳𝙸𝚂𝙿𝙾𝚂𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 :       at the present time, your behavior is characterized by your need for security.  you feel under attack by stressful circumstances,  and you  yearn for a peaceful, relaxed life  free of the pressure of constant demands or problems. you need periods of calm and peacefulness in order that your nerves are able to regenerate. you find the necessary relaxation foremost in a comfortable home, a  harmonious emotional relationship  or a fulfilling favorite pastime.