I wanna hear how your heart speaks

Wyatt stood near the counter at the grand opening of Java The Cup. He couldn’t help the smile on his face as he watched people file in to try on of the many drinks they were serving. Then again it probably had to do more with the fact that the first drink was free on this particular day. “So,” he asked. “Is this a grand opening or what?!”

Moss snuck in through the crowd trying to hide from his best friend, knowing that full well Wyatt’s nose might be tipped off to Moss’ scent though he might be able to sneak up on Wyatt thanks to all the coffee permeating the air. He finally managed to make his way behind the counter and behind Wyatt and shouted, “It sure is buddy!”

“This is why I love you, Moss… I think you’re secretly my platonic soulmate. Can I keep you?” She questioned with a wide grin. “I’m sure he’d love that…”

“Well then just text me when you can arrange it and I’ll make myself available. And of course you can keep me.”

Jack looked down at his pants leg and clenched his jaw and let out a deep sigh. “Son of a bitch!” He turned his back to the man and rifled through his bottom desk drawer, pulling out a pair of sparkly pajama pants he was pretty sure he got in a secret santa package last Christmas that he’d never taken home. He turned back around and shook the pants, a look of disdain crossing his features. “Thank you, but I’m going to make everyone in this precinct have to stare at my ass in sparkles because they stuck me with the drunk again.” He stripped his jeans off and slide his pajama pants on over the bike shorts he was wearing and smiled brightly. “I’m Jack. And I’m normally better put together than this. It’s been a day.”

Moss couldn’t stifle his laugh, not only at the brazen stripping in the middle of the precinct but that not only was he actually wearing sparkly pajamas but his ass actually looked pretty good at them, “I can tell, and knowing this town I doubt anyone is going to have a problem staring. And hey, you’re doing better than me most days.”

@mossmorcant

With everything calmer at the station, Colton had more time to swing by Moss’s and check up on the other man. Stopping at the door he knocked twice, his normal knock, before letting himself in. Although he didn’t go must past the front door until he announced himself and made sure that Moss was there. “Moss, it’s Colton. You here?” 

Moss smiled groggily as he exited his bedroom still barely awake, it was finally cold enough that even he needed pajamas, “Hi Colton.” 

Shuffling in his slippers he made his way over to the kitchen passing Colton and turned the coffee pot on, he’d gotten into the habit of making a pot ready to go when he dumped out an old pot. 

“Bertram, come back here…” Arthur knelt down and spoke to the cat, who lazily and with a complete lack of apology wandered back to Arthur and rubbed against his knee. Looking up at the person whose attention the cat had been demanding, he smiled apologetically. “I apologize. He doesn’t seem to care whether one is a cat person or not.”

“I swear, if someone plays Sweet Home Alabama on the jukebox one more time, I will unplug it. We live in Massachusetts, not the deep south.”

“I’ll beat them to it, I’m thinking some Journey would be a good change.”

Jamie was starting to wonder if he had become the town’s personal trainer. He didn’t mind it in the slightest, it gave him something to do to keep himself busy, and it meant that he was doing his best to help other people, but he couldn’t help but laugh every time someone suggested someone new. He’d headed out to the address given to him, knocking on the front door as he made a mental note to reach out to Silas, to see how he’d been faring. “Hey, Colton told me to come by. I’m Jamie Taylor.” 

He smiled at the handsome stranger and held out his hand, “I’m Moss Morcant. Colton had told me a friend of his might drop by, I’m guessing you’re who he was talking about. Well I was just headed out to the gym. I haven’t been working much lately but I’m gonna try to get back into my routine.”

“Tea? You know I only drink black coffee… It matches my dark soul.” Henley said as if she was upset with the insinuation before she started laughing with a happy smile. “That sounds great. I’ll talk to him about it, yeah? He might take a while to warm up but when he’s comfortable he’s great.”

“I did just get a new french press I’ve been dying to try out... I’ll make sure I have a nice strong pot brewed for you next time you come over. Like I said I could always make a nice dinner too, I hardly get to cook for anyone but myself. “

“The beautiful flowers will distract me from how completely exhausted I know I’m going to be.” There was little she knew to expect from childbirth, other than something painful and absolutely draining. What she knew was that all the support she was going to be receiving would get her through anything.

She smiled and shook her head when he opened the door for her, clambering out of the car, adjusting her dress as she did so. She knew that she looked like she’d swallowed an entire watermelon, but she could admit that in the dress she still felt beautiful. “Is Hollow Grove really ever safe from us?”

Moss gently helped her out of the car and closed the door behind her, He held out his arm for her to link hers, “Well Miss O’Shea, You do look ravishing, the short walk and the sea air will feel great.” 

“The Hastings have been through a lot… Especially when it comes to vampires so I understand where he’s coming from…” She admitted, giving a small shrug before a smile formed on her lips. “Dash is great. He was the first friend I ever met when I moved here… I honestly have no idea what I would do if he wasn’t here. I’ll introduce you sometime. I’m sure you’d like him.”

He smiled, he’d been through so much lately a new friend once he was feeling better was nice, he could always somehow rely on Hen to know just what could make him feel better without her even knowing, “That sounds great, I could have you both over for tea or dinner or something.” 

“I mean, so do I. I read nonfiction books, too, but just not exclusively. I just finished a biography about the Tudor dynasty. Super interesting. I’m more focused on history than, like, biology or any of the sciences or things like that.”

“You made your own clothes?” Ezra’s eyebrows lifted. Had this guy grown up in Amish country or something? Was there Amish country in Maine? He shook his head. “No, no, it’s fine. Yeah, it’s a good thing. I mean, models are good-looking, you know, that’s the point of the whole thing.” He shook his head. “Don’t be sorry, man, it’s fine.”

“Oh yeah? I actually have a lot of books and journals on the history of supernaturals. Though science is my favorite. I will read reference books and i have several subscriptions to scientific journals.” His thirst for knowledge was unquenchable. 

“Yeah, my mom was really handy with a sewing machine and she taught me everything she knew. I just pick up a few bolts of cloth when I’m feeling a new outfit or 3. I know it’s easier to just buy clothes but honestly sewing is kind of fun. And thank you,” Moss smiled, he was glad the man had been so patient with him, he was well aware he wasn’t always the easiest person to deal with.

“I’m sorry that it’s troubling you.” He wasn’t going to push for an explanation why. Emmett didn’t smell werewolf or vampire on the other man, which left human and witch as Moss’s potential species. Of which Emmett assumed he was a witch and something about his specific powers caused the trouble feeling. If Moss wanted to explain the reasoning he’d happily listen, but if he wanted to keep it to himself Emmett wouldn’t object.

He gave a laugh, shaking his head with a smile. “Trust me, this is far from the strangest first impression I’ve had. Honestly, at first I simply thought you were a werewolf and I caught you after your shift. It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve accidentally done that in these woods. In this town it doesn’t seem to be an odd occurrence.”

Moss was still troubled that he hadn’t felt the stranger get any closer but could so clearly sense him now. “Sorry, yeah since you know about the wolfies then you know about witches like me. My more prevalent power is empathy, that’s why I was so shocked. I must have been so focused elsewhere that your emotions didn’t even register.” It was the best explanation that Moss could think of and if that was possible it might actually come in handy. 

He snickered at the comment about finding wolves naked in the forest, “Oh I’m out here a lot, just as naked and I feel like I’ve seen most of the wolves in town naked at this point. And they’ve probably seen me.”

“Gotcha, okay, I guess even just having two is cooler than none, well, depending on what you get at least. Supreme huh, so that person is just the head of all witches or something, like the boss? If I saw someone kick a puppy they damn sure wouldn’t be existing anymore. But that’s gotta tough, you seem like you got a decent handle on it though. I mean you’re not a shut in trying to avoid people as much as possible, at least I don’t think, so that’s gotta count for something good.” Vanessa said with a nod, her voice a bit reassuring. Though this wasn’t exactly typical of her, she was trying to be a better person after all. “I guess that’s true, you get plenty of both no matter where you go.”

“And that’s probably why they’re all terrible, after one it’s like ‘great another talking dog who the hell cares’. I’m just glad none of it’s reality, it’s already enough to have to listen to actual people most of the time.” 

Moss scratched his head.... “I don’t have as great a handle on it as you might think... I’ve definitely been avoiding the general populace lately... sleeping during the day and only going out in the middle of the night kind of stuff....”

“Oh and the supreme, That’s Avery, she actually lives around here somewhere, though they are not always necessarily regarded as a leader of the people they are always respected. And occasionally feared.”

Moss was just getting changed to head off to the gym. He heard a knock at the door. He hadn’t really been expecting anyone though that didn’t mean that a few people around town didn’t know that they were welcome to drop by any time. Though when he reached out to feel the person behind the door the person didn’t seem all that familiar. With Colton being sent here a few days before to check on him it could be anyone that may have been given a reason to worry about the shopowner. Though come to think of it Colton had texted that a friend of his might drop by. He grabbed his basketball shorts and answered the door, “Hello?”

“It’s not like I expected to come in to work and get thrown up on as I was trying to get someone in the drunk tank. I’m just lucky I had a spare shirt in my desk. If there’s anything my time in law enforcement has taught me, it’s always make sure you have a change of clothes. You never know when you’ll get thrown up on or bled on or any number of other unpleasant things.”

Moss had wandered into the police station figuring he might be able to say hello to Colton and thank him for coming to make sure he was still alive, only to find a shirtless and rather attractive man. “I’m sorry to hear about the vomit, sounds like a potential hazard of the job... I can run and grab you a pair of pants if you need them. You still have a bit of vomit there on your leg. I was just coming by to say hello to Colton. I don’t think we’ve met, I’m Moss I own the flowershop around the corner.”

“I can’t even believe that you’re doing this for me, it’s incredibly sweet.” She wished she had more words to express how she felt, to describe what it meant to have someone who would go out of their way to cheer her up, even when they didn’t need to. “You’re right about our looks though, I’m not sure that the town is anywhere near ready for us.” 

Moss parked the car and gave her an incredulous look, “Of course I’m doing this for you Cat, we’re friends, we both needed cheering up. And if you think I’m not delivering flowers to your recovery room and your home personally for at least a week after they’re born you’re out of your mind.”

He hopped out of his side of the car and ran to the other side to open her door for her. As she got out he responded, “And with what hott bitches we are I don’t think anyone in Hollow Grove is safe tonight.”