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SPECIES …………… werewolf/unknown fae ALLEGIANCE …………… neutral PRONOUNS …………… she/her AGE …………… 27 FACECLAIM …………… sydney park

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⟢ Chapter 1 

Some children are born with power. More than one might expect. More than one might want. Ro had been blessed. Or perhaps cursed, with her parentage. Between the strength and speed given to her from her mother thanks to her lycanthropy, and the odd grace and beauty and steel offered by a father she had never known (and origins unknown to her, too), it should have surprised no one how quickly Ro proved herself to be a capable fighter. Brutal. Unyielding. Some might consider her more avenging angel than animal, but her life had been lived on the edge, and thus, she would eventually topple over it, too.

⟢ Chapter 2

Most of Ro’s days can be found fighting for money. Or hiring herself out for money. Or using her sticky fingers to pluck something worthwhile for a nearby pocket. Money, something she’s never quite known, speaks to her more surely than ethereum might. But that calls to her, too. She’s both terrified and allured by the substance. Desperate to feel more power hum through her, and already aching the feeling of being without. So she stays away. She fights with pure skill alone, something her competitors rarely afford her.

⟢ Chapter 3

Listlessness and purpose. Ro can’t decide whether her dream of taking down those responsible for the death of her best friend Liv is worth pursuing or not. In her heart, she knows it was a Fae who did it, and why shouldn’t they? Liv, in almost every sense of the word, was a Princess. She was graceful, and kind, and despite the fact that she couldn’t go out into the sun without ethereum around her neck or in her veins, she was the sun itself. The thing in which Ro revolved around. And without her, there was simply darkness. A black hole that couldn’t be filled, not with a million gold, nor a thousand punches to the face of those responsible.

⟢ Chapter 4

Ro has always been happy with her brutal honesty. Something that she thought of as more of a personality trait rather than what she will inevitably find out to be merely a byproduct of being part fae. How she’ll handle that revelation remains to be seen, but as for now, she has no qualms with telling you exactly what she thinks of you.

"Makes me wonder what else is out there, making shit like this, digging into my childhood like I'm some conspiracy theory. And if some people on the internet," Unspoken was, Elisa, "If they can figure shit out, what's to stop them figuring it out." It was a fear that lay mostly dormant, but right now it seemed it was rearing its ugly head, brought to the service when he heard those two names through his headphones. Even the bravest had nightmares of their own.

Ro huffed, staring at the ceiling. "Don't let them win. Don't let this one thing ruin all of the good progress you've made with the rest of your life."

“I’ll go in the morning. She pretty much told me to fuck off for the rest of the day.” Which was valid, he was sure. He signed, pinching at the bridge of his nose.

That's what mattered most in the end, wasn't it? The people you felt safe with, that you could rip off band-aids, and know that they could still be there to put pressure on the wound.

"I know. I feel like fucking shit. She cried." He couldn't stop thinking about the expression on her face before she'd left. Ro was right. It hurt more, because it'd been Elisa. If any of the other hundreds of true crime podcasts out there had done the story, he would've just felt annoyed. Or really, he wouldn't have even known, because Elisa's was the only podcast he listened to. "I know she didn't mean it. Mean, she doesn't -- didn't know. She just thought there was something else out there to look into. Some poor kid that needed justice."

He sighed. "But she was going on about theories, the reddit threads she'd found," Lee had never looked into all that, never once googled his birth parents names. "And I just -- the thought of her digging, and finding out. I know if she found out she wouldn't have gone and made an episode on it, but if the informations out there --" The thought of his birth father finding out he was still alive and living his life on the island? He didn't even want to consider that.

"I said some real fucked up shit. Wasn't really thinking, other than that it might stop her looking. Instead it just upset her."

"You went into survival mode, which makes sense. It doesn't make it right, but you panicked. Elisa can understand that. She's nice like that. Always willing to give people the benefit of the doubt, and I know she'll get what happened. Regardless if you made her cry or not, there's more to all of this than just hurt feelings." These were deep gashes in Lee's heart, and no one deserved to feel the way that he did.

She squeezed harder before finally letting go, leaning more heavily onto the back of the couch. "You should go to her. The longer you let this sit the worse you're going to feel, and that isn't right for anyone."

And Lee? His bone deep wounds that weren't exposed to the surface anymore, hidden so far away that it was unfair of him to place any blame on Elisa for doing what she had done. That didn't mean it didn't still hurt.

Ro began unwrapping her hands, feeling a chill with sweat coating her body from her previous exercise. "Two things can be true at once," She finally said, breaking the long suffering silence with smash of her words. "You're allowed to feel hurt over having your life exposed like that, and it's still never okay to take out your anger on someone who you know has only ever been kind to you." They were lessons Ro had learned the hard way.

Her feet carried her toward her friend, dropping on top of him in a large, unceremonious hug. "I'm sorry. That's not the kind of information you want out in the world without being prepared for it, especially when it's your own friend's voice saying it out loud."

She turned to face him fully, her eyes narrowing. "Considering what I know of Elisa, and what I know about you—what the fuck did you do, Lee?" Ro never knew Lee to be cruel, but he could be careless, and sometimes that was just as bad.

Lee had, pretty much, made his way straight to Ro's place after he left the beach, flopping down on her couch with the dramatics of a woeful regency era woman. "I fucked up." That was putting it lightly, he thought, given he'd left Elisa crying, and himself feeling like an absolute dick about it. He knew Ro would give him tough love, and not sympathies, unlike if he'd gone to his parents about it. But it was what he needed.

“Where has she been all this time? Has she been hiding?” she asked suddenly.

Her whole body might have shuddered, too, but it was quickly replaced with a level of anger that had been simmering from the moment she was born. Some people simply had fire in their veins. "She hitched a ride on a boat to come home. I really have no idea how she managed it." 'It' being survival. Vampires really were hard to fucking kill.

She silently raised a hand and drew it across her lips to show that Ro had her silence and, by extension, her trust on the matter. “I would never,” she said it out loud. “Although, if you do need me to help in any way, you know you can ask.” She wasn’t sure what she could do, but she still wanted to extend the offer just in case.

Ro nodded her head absentmindedly. "You can meet her soon, I think she just needs to get comfortable, you know, being fully alive for a little while. You'll like her. I know I'm biased and everything, but she's basically the best person who has ever lived."

“So, she’s alive, right?” said Elisa. “Is she at all worried that whoever tried to kill her–” because as far as she could tell it was murder– well, attempted murder, anyway, “–might find out she’s still alive and then come back to finish the job?” In Elisa’s experience and reading about true crime, people usually didn’t like when people they thought that were dead suddenly weren’t, especially gangs. “Wait, does she know who–?” Her eyes went wide.

Ro stared at Elisa. "I'm trust you with this because I know you won't let me down. I know you want fuck me over. But you also need to know that I don't play when it comes to Liv. I know you know this already, but I feel like I should repeat it again. I'd do anything for her."

Olivia smiled through the pain of all that absence and meant it. They had been on each others minds, she knew that much, so hadn't a version of her been there, really? The way Ro had been with Liv every time she'd needed to borrow strength on the long, perilous journey back. "Oooh," she made a sound like an angry hamster, balled her fists, and then dove straight back in for another hug, danger and timelines forgotten. "You're really you." She pulled back and looked her all over and was so relived.

Liv flopped a hood over her hair and slipped on a pair of sunglasses from the hoodie pocket. It was obvious and weak, but it was what she had. In a way, Liv had to wonder if she wasn't asking to be caught. Perhaps she wanted a fight she was too scared to ask for outright. This wasn't the way though.

"Those bikes are a death trap, Ro," Liv found herself saying on to way to ride it. Her voice dropped to a whisper with the disguise in place. Equally as mystifying, which is to say not at all. "One wrong turn and they're grafting skin from your butt cheeks onto your forehead. " Of course, Liv had already lost this argument so many times it was not an argument anymore but a greeting. Hello. So much has happened. Nothing has changed.

Ro? Ro was brashness and knuckles. She was the burnt food you choked down, and the blinding sunlight in your eyes leaving no room for surrender. They were two halves of a whole, and Ro couldn't quite understand the enormity of what had been lost until Liv was there in front of her. Until everything felt easier, and her love was settled.

"Oh, fuck off. You know how badly I always wanted one. Just wait until you see the scars." Because Liv was right, but Ro didn't care. She had learned that the best things in life were worth a few scars. That she'd do everything all over again to end up in this moment in time. She wouldn't have met Alexander or Elisa if it weren't for this mess, and now she had Liv back, too. No, Ro didn't believe in fate, but she did believe in getting what she wanted.

“How?” she asked. “I mean, even with everything that happens here, death is usually a pretty permanent state of being. I mean, did she fake her death? Was she resurrected? Was she never actually dead but left for dead? Was it some other elaborate plot?” Of course, the key word here was that death was usually permanent. It had been known to happen that those who were thought dead were, in fact, very much alive. Still, it wasn’t exactly common.

Not when she had crawled back to her from the literal grave. Not when Liv being back changed everything, and also nothing. The world had continued spinning even in her absence, and now, Ro realized, they would both have to rectify who they were then with the people they became now. It was a horrifying prospect, even without the knowledge that Liv had been the victim of an attempted murder. And they were still there. Hands clean.

Meanwhile Larry, a bottle of wine in each hand, turned to Ro once she’d gotten the glasses. He took wine seriously - an art that was lost on his son - and so it was with excitement he delved in. “Now,” after he finished after rambling about the two different wines, basically one a dry white the other a sweet red. “Which would you like?”

She rolled her eyes at Larry. "Please, we both know I'm a dry kind of girl. Sweet has never suited me very much. I'm pretty sure no one has ever even used that word to describe me, either."

Elisa froze. Her glass had been at her lips before she pulled it back. It was probably better that she hadn’t taken a drink just yet as Ro delivered that information, as she was sure the wine might have immediately been spat back out.

Even at that, Elisa’s face contorted into about five different emotions. Ro, being a werewolf, might have even been able to hear the way the cogs in her brain had suddenly screeched as if a stone had been placed there and all of a sudden the mechanical whirring was now struggling to keep moving.

It had to have been well over a minute before Elisa finally offered a proper reaction, “What the fuck?”

She ran a hand through her hair. "I'm still a little fucked up about it all. Needless to say, this isn't something that can be made public knowledge. Given all of the shit that we know."

But that was a lie, too, because Ro didn't have any real moral compass when it came to the people she loved. Anyone who did was someone she couldn't bring herself to trust. The world was what a person made it, and Ro would do quite literally anything to reshape it in her own making. That included one less whale if they enacted some weird whale murder.

"Of course you could, dear." Did she believe it? Not sure, but Nancy would build Lee up at every chance. The only son of two elderly parents, spoilt, their miracle really. Yet also, that confidence, raising him with so much warmth and love after such a terrible start to life. Every good part of Lee was thanks to Nancy and Larry Packett. "Now come help me with the turkey. Ro, dear, could you get the wine glasses?"