jakerarmstrong:
-The Circles are coming together. Your fight is far from over- Grandpa Royce. Blackwell. Balcoin mark…the emerald-eyed-warlock spent his morning going through some files he reckoned would be useful in solving the whole puzzle he was working on; little did he know. The more he searched, the more confused and hazy his mind would get. He had enough for the day and so he decided to leave his flat and go grab a cheeky cup of coffee. On his way out, his eyes swiftly laid on a figure that looked somewhat familiar. The Armstrong wasn’t a social butterfly, not even close but he thought he should probably address the person who, now, had their back to them. Perhaps they knew that “best coffee shop in town” that everyone was raving about. “Excuse me.” He finally spoke, his hands slipping in the pockets of his leather jacket as he waited for the other person to turn around.
the voice was all too familiar for her not to know who it was. as her head turned in the direction, her guess was answered & she was correct. diana’s eyebrow raised at the sight of the blonde. she couldn’t help but wonder what was jake doing here?? she figured that she would see cassie or adam long before she saw jake. but that was proven wrong as she found herself unable to pull her gaze away. after a few beats of silence it finally came to her that she hadn’t answered him. ❛ jake, when did you get here?? ❜ it was the only reasonable question she had after all & it was fair. she was suppose to be getting away from her circle, trying to figure out who she was now that she was no longer the girl she thought she was. everything changed for her when john blackwell came into her life.










