keep on haunting me

even after years of not living under her mother’s roof it seemed like davina hadn’t quite mastered the skill of adulting that was doing your laundry before creating a mountain of dirty clothes. it would’ve been reasonable and mature of her to do laundry weeks ago, and yet now she found herself in the basement of the building washing clothes. as she heard the knock she tore herself away from sorting darks from lights to pull it open, smiling at the man, “of course, that kind of sucks though, i could get you the landlord’s number if you don’t already have it ? so you can get it fixed i mean.”

“You know, I can’t believe I didn’t think to do that!” the witch chuckles to himself since this really could have been avoided had he actually put forth some effort instead of relying on the kindness of strangers. Either way he is somewhat pleased that someone is kind enough to assist him in his temporary predicament. As he traversed into the facility he placed his basket on a free counter as he does some minimal hand exercises to help with the minor cramp he feels.  “I’m Chris by the way. I moved into 512.” 

“Key fob…” She should probably know what that means. She didn’t. The words sounds like a weirdass acronym. “Well um, I don’t live here.” She said, a bit sheepishly. It wasn’t often she repeated her ‘time’ with erm… people. But this was one of those rare cases where they made a habit of it. “My… friend is letting me borrow their thingy so I could do laundrey.” She said, gesturing to the laundry. “I mean welcome I guess…”

The woman although friendly, seems to be genuinely confused by what he was saying, but it didn’t quite matter at the moment. “Well, thank you for opening the door for me at least.” He mentions to her while he manages to tuck the basket under an arm and push the door wide enough to let him by. “So I take it you don’t live here, then?”

“It’s all good, glad to help,” he said with a small smile, he was doing the laundry, he helped Bridget with stuff in home, even though he could be busy with work, he still had time to spend with his wife and kids, and to help her out at home. He sometimes got home really tired, but he would feel bad if he didn’t help her out, it’s what she deserved, it wasn’t fair to her to do everything at home. “Welcome to the building by the way, I can assure you that you won’t regret moving here, it’s a really lovely place to live in, and people that live here are usually friendly,” he smiled, he didn’t talk to every single person in there, but everyone he ran into the hallways, said good morning, afternoon, etc.

The reassuring smile from the friendly gentleman made Chris feel more at ease which he found strange seeing as he didn’t know he was even holding any tension. He could tell that the man is a genuine person, a family man. Either way when he opened the door for him he graciously walked through and immediately went straight to the washers to find one that’s available. “Thank you, I can already tell people are friendlier here than my last place. Oh, I’m Chris by the way. Moved into 512 just yesterday.”

   She’s only been there about two weeks; the eighteen year old in her, not her father’s doing. He had wanted her to stay with him because after all she was the youngest and he wasn’t ready to let her go yet – but Kira was just as stubborn as she was sweet.  Eventually he agreed and she moved in. The news of getting into her choice of school was just the icing on the cake and she couldn’t stop grinning. On the off chance that she wasn’t working that day, she was home and she opened the door with a small smile only for it to grow into a bigger one. “It takes a few days, don’t worry about it. Let me grab my timer,” For the oven and cookies baking inside of it, “and key, and I’ll walk you down.”

“Oh, thank you so much!”Under normal circumstances Chris would be somewhat wary to someone knocking on his door that he wasn’t expecting, mostly because of his line of work and the increase of demons trying to blend into the mortal world. Of course since he’s on the clock he would have to be thankful that at least someone is showing him some kind of mercy or even pity on his pseudo-situation he is in. “I’m Chris by the way, I just moved into 512.”

   It’s a shitty little apartment complex inside but it looks kind of decent outside. Just how Sebastian likes it. If it looked completely shitty outside there’d be some clue to the trouble inside. Normally it’s quiet unless someone’s fighting so luckily for him he could sleep off the massive hangover currently plaguing –… No, no there’s someone knocking on the door! Son of a bit… His feet thumped against the floor as if he had some weight to him, grumbling the entire time it took him to get to the door and fling it open. It wasn’t kindness, it was to get the guy to stop. “Yeah, so?” Sebastian grumbles out, a hand  wiping at his eyes for a moment so he can manage to get a better look at the guy. “Just pick the locks like the rest of us, bud.”

When the man responds back to him Chris could tell that the man might be a thorn in his side, but still he needs to at least make his insertion. The witch enters the small facilities with his basket in tow as he keeps an eye on the shady character with him. “I’m on parole and if I’m caught doing anything illegal, then I’m headed back to the big house.” When he found a vacant washer Chris placed his basket on top of the machine to make sure it’s available because no one is using it and not because it’s broken. The panel itself has seen some better days but upon further inspection he figures that it might be usable. “So you’ve obviously have been around the tracks a few times. What’s your story?” he asks knowing full well that furthering any conversation with the man will probably get under his skin.

“—Hey, there! Sorry, I just moved into the building and I don’t think my key fob is in the system just yet.”

TASK #006 — HOUSE OF MEMORIES

He’s still a witchlighter ( witch-whitelighter )

All of his past still happened, but in this world his mom is still alive and his dad actually pays attention to him.

His relationship with his brother is better than he could ever hope for. They often hunt demons together in their spare time to alleviate the work for his mom and aunts.

Chris did move away for college and fell hard for his boyfriend Joshua Croft.

Chris introduced his boyfriend to his family during his Fall Break. In addition to introducing him this also marks when he came out as well. Pretty all well-received.

He graduated with a business degree with a concentration in marketing.

He took a year off after graduating to travel the world with his boyfriend.

Joshua Croft proposed to Chris while they were in the gardens at the Palace of Versailles. Chris of course said yes.

Cole hand came up again. He was honestly going back and forth on just throwing an energy ball at them but he had thought that first. Before he went for the non lethal throwing them across the room. His eyes turned at the sound of his name. Names. Not that the first had properly left the others lips. But cole knew when someone knew him. But it was unclear which side the boy was on given he used both names. It had been so much easier before. Demons knew him by balthazor. Others knew him by Cole. Just another thing that changed after phoebe.

His eyes looked to the boy for a moment before back to his target. “You are going to need a more convincing argument then that kid,” he said as he continued to watch the others in case he had managed to pick a fight with two demons that were stronger then him. “I’m on the middle of something.”

It seems at the mention of his name his attention went straight for Chris who is still in disguise at this point, but as he did tell him it isn’t enough to keep him from what he’s doing. It might be a bit of an inconvenience for him to start attacking the demons who were only shit talking, but if he attacked everyone that made a pass at him or his family, then he’d be fighting every day, all day. If only his mom could hear him now—defending innocent demons, as if the oxymoron was an actual thing. “Well if you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em.” The witch whispers to himself before telekinetically slamming a demon against the wall. It actually felt good take his frustration out on demons for a change instead of drinking them away like he does occasionally.

From the corner of his eyes he could see another demon charging straight for Cole, possibly to tackle him down. “Cole, check your six!”

Cole had been sitting at the bar. Rather normal for him when some men started talking across the room. The two of them were being loud enough that Cole wouldn’t have been surprised if anyone couldn’t hear them. But it was their words that had Cole. Laugh and jeering over the fact they had been there when The Charmed Ones had been killed. Something that Cole knew was impossible due to Phoebe still being very much alive and yet it made his blood boil. Cole stood up and looked over to the two of them. A few words were exchanged in which they mocked Belthazor’s return and the remaining Halliwells and next thing Cole throw them across the room. 

Every so often Chris likes to go to different bars so not to keep the same schedule in case someone is after him or whatever the case may be, so when he shows up to a new bar he glamours into someone else. It was probably the best decision since there seems to be some shady people in this bar that happens to talk about his family. A part of him wants to attack them since they are going on about witnessing the Charmed Ones deaths, but if he does then his cover is blown. His eyes were trained on the men that were talking ill about the ‘remaining’ Halliwells, which was obviously a stab at him and his cousins. He caught the name ‘Balthazor’ from the person’s lips before they were thrown about the room by another man who approached them.

It did not take Chris long to put two and two together and realize that the man was coming to defend if not his family’s honor, then perhaps it was his own or his aunt Phebs. He distinctly remembers pages of the Book dedicated to him, and if he does not intervene then it could end badly. “Baltha—” He starts, but quickly realized he’s not in his true form and the fact the two never met before, so he goes for his real name since it might help the situation a bit. “Cole, don’t do this.”

Text: Chris - Yeah, sorry. I wanted to get out of that party once our abilities were restored. I didn’t even let Kol know where I was going.

Text: Chris - Things are good, I think. I spoke to Caroline and got permission to go to the school anytime I wanted. Spent some times looking in a few grimmoires.

Text: Chris - Um, how are you?

@ofwitchlightcrs

Text: Chris - Hey, look what I learned how to do.

Text Chris - Oh, it’s Henrik. Just remembered I never had my number put in your phone.

@fieryanqel

Henrik gave a small nod. “I’ll be honest with her.” He assured the other before listening to the sounds of the party around them. There weren’t any chaotic sounds, so that much was good at least. When the other began to take his leave and questioned him again, the witch nodded some. “Yeah, I have one. I still haven’t really taken the time to learn how to use it though.” He admitted, pulling the device from his pocket.

His eyes drifted past the male’s shoulder and saw that some people were starting to react to the spell’s influence, but thankfully no one is rioting. Since everyone seems to be ‘equals’ of sorts there’s no telling what could happen. “Well whenever you do get some practice in...” he says as he takes the phone from Henrik. The witch taps away at the keys and saves his number in the phone before surrendering it back to it’s rightful owner. “...text me or call me sometime.” Chris whispers with a bit of a wink.  “Now if you excuse me I should probably go yell at my brother about this damn spell making us powerless.”

Would it have been weird for Henrik to say he didn’t mind the other’s comforting touch? Henrik wasn’t sure, so he remained silent when the other quickly removed his hand. “Salvatore Boarding School? Okay. I’ll keep that in mind and seek it out sometime” He said with a small smile. He looked over the male for a moment before trailing his gaze to some other party goers. “I’d better see if I can find my siblings. With this power outage of sorts I’m sure they’re worried about one another.” He said softly. 

The witch nods at the repetition of the school’s name when Henrik reiterates it. “Yeah, and I’m pretty sure Caroline Forbes is still the headmaster at the school. If you can find her perhaps just have a chat with her and be as transparent as possible, like leading that you’re Hope’s uncle.” Chris has met the woman in the past and while she has a soft spot for Klaus and his daughter the same can’t be said for the rest of the Mikaelsons, but then again it’s not without fault. The woman is a very strong willed person and if she catches whiff of some unknown person on her campus and finds out from someone else he’s a Mikaelson then she might be less inclined to help. It seems that the spell his brother casted is in effect right now, which means he should probably see if everyone is alright at the moment. “Yeah, it was nice chatting with you though Henrik. Don’t be a stranger.” He says, but then realizes that he should probably keep in contact with him if he needs anything. “Wait, do you have a cell phone?”

“As an older brother I feel it is my duty to always protect my sister no matter what. I care about my family no matter what and would die for them if need be.”