;; riley braxton

“huh-uh,” she nods, agreeing yet there’s a hint of disbelief in her tone. her brow soon quirks at the mention of him buying the painting, there’s a pause in which she’s debating if he’s being serious. “you’re being serious, wow. okay. a nice vibrant reminder of me for you.” she chuckles, smiling. 

there’s a faint chuckle at his gesture, she’s not surprised by the amount of tattoos he did have. more so because she felt that came with the stereotype — which he confirmed. she couldn’t remember if she’s ever seen somebody who worked in a parlour that didn’t have any tattoos. “how many do you have?” she means the tats, “or have you lost count?”

“yeah because she’s mine.” she chuckles as she glances down, soon she actually takes a good look at the stranger. recognising him. “you work in the tattoo parlour, right?” or maybe it wasn’t his face? but either way, she was sure she had seen him when looking through the window at the designs. 

she smirks, shaking her her head slowly as she does so. “nope, no plans. sounds good actually. i’ll have fun picking your brains again.” she’d take advantage when she could. “when are we going? now or later?” she wonders if this expedition will be as good as the last, or whether the chinese will be the highlight.

HEADCANON ft. uncle lincoln braxton tw: blood,violence,knives,hospital,death,grief

summary;

3 years ago, Riley and his Uncle headed out to a suspected shifter hideout (his uncle dabbled in the hunter business which is actually the reason riley took a shine to it too). It turned out to be a vampire nest so the pair weren’t armed appropriately. They used what they could around them and fought for their lives. Barely standing, beaten and bloody, the pair thought they had got them all when two came out of nowhere. The silver knife Riley came in with was driven into his side before it was pulled out, only to slice through his skin from the wound, across his hip and upwards. Obviously, it brought him to his knees. The blood loss was instant and his Uncle was enraged. He tried to fight the vampires to get to his nephews’ side but one of them swung a metal pole into his skull so hard it snapped his neck, killing him instantly. Riley, in spite of the injury that left him on life support for three months, has never forgiven himself. He never even got to attend the funeral with being in a coma so he missed his chance to say a proper goodbye. The what-ifs of it all torment him, his Uncle was also his best friend. Riley recovered from the near-death injuries ( which is part of the reason he now has full upper body tattoos - to cover the massive scars across his body. ) but it took a big toll on his state of mind, especially being an empath, the guilt sometimes cripples him.

“mhm, i was depressed for a whole month.” she jests, not before long she cracks a smile, amusement clear. “so what are you having then? tea?” she asks, seeing if his visit was going to be short and sweet or longer. she even has a electric kettle now and a stash of tea bags reserved for him. 

If it wasn’t for the other, the possibility of him not knowing how to control his blood lust, was big. He was the one that taught him how to control it, that taught him how to control his transformation. He helped him so much, and if it wasn’t for him, he would most likely had killed a lot of people, so he was so glad that he met him, “I think you may have drank a little too much,” he teased him, he seemed to be so cheerful, not that he thought it was a bad thing, “Fine, I know that if I don’t do it, you will be grumpy.”

He loved to dance, so the truth was that he would have a good time. However, he couldn’t help but tease the other whenever he could.

“Oh, huuuge dwarf-like Grumpy style.” He agreed. He literally couldn’t wipe the grin from his face, especially because so many people had actually joined in his own ridiculousness.  Riley knew that sometimes all people needed was to feel uplifted, to do something bold and silly to feel better about their day. “Do you know the steps?” He looked toward Mason, cueing him in.

Freeze! Everybody clap your hands Come on y'all Check it out y'all How low can you go? Can you go down low? All the way to the floor

“Come on, man. Even the older ladies are doing this.” He laughed, getting lower an lower to the ground. 

     “i’m stronger then i look.” something that came from years of playing bodyguard for the heiress of the sillalobos family ( also, SPADES ). still, the whole situation had stirred an uneasiness that barbara wasn’t fond of feeling. she was glad to see the guy stayed down, though she wasn’t entirely sure what to do next. call someone? walk away? “hopefully,” she decided. “he stays down.” 

“i can see that.” though, personally he never did underestimate someone based on size ( that much he had learned from his own experiences. ) “well, even if he doesn’t i don’t think he’d be messing with you again in a hurry.” smiling, he chuckled softly an tipped his head towards the empty seat beside him. “you can join me for a few, if you want? promise i’m not gonna grab you like that prick.” really, he was just being friendly, it was in his nature.

“oh, yeah. that’s true.” she nods a little in agreement. the smile on her features remains, more so because of what she’s watching. since coming back to life, she found herself consciously as well as subconsciously doing a number of things her parents used to enjoy. “i think phoebe’s probably everyone’s favourite “

ever since she had met him, she found it amusing to toy with his mind. tease him in ways to trick him. his intelligence? it wasn’t overlooked. it was something she liked about him. “oh yeah?” she looks at him; wondering what emptiness he thought she felt. at the mention of a lost goldfish, she suppresses that need to laugh, instead, her brows furrow, features made to seem surprised. as if bingo, he got it. “oh you’re so right. lennie with an ie is a fish i’ll never get back. the heartbreak is real. you know i once got him operated on? digestive distress was the cause.” 

VISIONS WERE NOT THE BEST WAY TO START HER DAY. they were headaches and they were painful. in the past cosette had remedies to calm her head afterward from the pulsing heat. nowadays, she didn’t have such remedies. she didn’t have cosette. all she had was a person she’d been sent a vision fo who was in DANGER. being a seer sucked monumentally. being a witch? that came with some perks. like the thing where you burst a vampire’s brain, YEP, that one. spell uttered from her lips, a first aid filled bag slumped over her shoulders as the vampire finally collapsed. she approached the man in his injured stead. “how bad is it?” she asked of him. “i have- i have a first aid— i could treat you– or do you think you need a hospital?”