among the flowers

— there are ghosts EVERYWHERE. we carry them WITH US wherever we go. ser jorah could not recall the exact moment when he’d been resurrected, but he could pinpoint the time that his heart began to beat again. that his piercing blue eyes opened to behold a new world. that his long legs stirred and pulled the man to his feet— they were the same limbs that never failed him, no matter how aged or INJURED the knight may become. HERE I STAND. a chill of the NORTH seized jorah’s spine, and it was then that the man was struck with the reality of how long he had been moving. had it been days? weeks? months? the timeline did not truly matter, as jorah held one purpose, and one purpose ALONE. finally, the man was met with a sea of strangers, but he could not detect the details of their FACES. tilting his chin upward, jorah willed himself to truly SEE. looking for his silver queen. he did not get a good look at the individual’s face, whose shoulder he came to tap. “daenerys targaryen…” the woman’s name left the man’s lips then, and it sounded like a PRAYER rolling off of his tongue. looking for DAENERYS. “do you know of her?” they must have. after all, she was the breaker of chains and the MOTHER OF DRAGONS. “i was promised that i might find her if i came here. and i must find her STRAIGHT AWAY.”

JOEY’S MIND WAS a mess of emotions, seeing pacey again - feeling her heart leap at the mere thought of him, had her emotions in a wreck. emotions were not really her s t y l e. preferring to keep things forever internal until things just exploded out of her. when the gentleman stepped up, joey was pretty sure her brain was elsewhere. thinking of another life, a life where she was YOUNGER & THOUGHT SHE KNEW EVERYTHING. how wrong she w a s. when teenagehood took her in, smothering her with feelings for her BEST FRIEND, joey didn’t know what to do with herself. why couldn’t she be joey down the creek again ?? things were never simple, not after that crush on dawson started to form. 

there are ghosts at winterfell, and i am one of them. he was a trauma nurse at a hospital in woodshore. and the sight that had just befallen him left the man SHAKEN. in fact, his fingers were doing just that– they were t r e m b l i n g– and the resurrected soldier felt NUMB as he dressed himself with his coat, and walked out the sliding doors for the night. his shift was over in the sense that he’d clocked out. but the emotions always managed to follow him, long after its literal conclusion. THE OLD GODS, the breeze whispered in his ear, as his limbs shook. they know me. trudging along, but hardly there, theon heard the taunt of a fellow nurse on the floor. it roared loudly in his mind. he’s WEAK, his coworker had insisted to an orderly, as he rounded a corner to overhear the pair. he’d clutched his ears shut. REEK, REEK. rhymes with w e a k. a sudden chill that seized his spine, paired with the sound of the stranger’s VOICE– they must have spoken the question that escaped his hearing, the man considered. what’s your NAME? he recalled it now. “theon,” he said, his voice barely a whisper. “my name is THEON GREYJOY.” the wind relaxed then, disappearing far ahead. perhaps the old gods were rejoicing in the fact that he still remembered. let me die as THEON, not as reek. he HAD died as theon. an inexplicable smile twitched to life on his lips. he’d died in order to save HIS BROTHER. he glanced back at the newcomer. “do you… do you think that you could assist me to the bus station?”

VERONICA MARS WAS f u l l of her traumatic history, sometimes it floated into her mind at the worst of times. lilly kane, dead best friend, giggled in her dreams - waking her up, and reminding her that not everyone she loved was still around. duncan kane, brother to lilly kane, didn’t find himself in an early g r a v e -- only he lived far away. sometimes people left, leaving veronica’s heart behind. l e o, dear leo, he was swept away by a beautiful job offer. logan, well--- she didn’t want to think about him - let ALONE talk about him. deep inside, veronica had a love for him that ran s o deep in her soul that there was something missing there. heart felt fractured and no longer whole. not even her therapist could glue these cold pieces back together. 

PHONE PRESSED AGAINST HER EAR, she hadn’t noticed the presence of the most important person, aaron hotchner. phones were ringing off the h o o k, not to mention her own, personal cell phone. maybe giving out her card wasn’t THE BEST IDEA. to feel as if she had h e l p e d in some way - jj did, she had such a good heart beneath her chest. at any sign of trouble that SHE CAUSED, it broke her into a million pieces. hotch always knew how to bring her back to reality. when she finally got off, piercing blue eyes motioned toward h i m. 

wide smile dashed across her lips, “HOTCH ??” words were full of excitement despite the melancholy feel about the room. “i can’t believe you’re here---” placing her cell down before jogging over to him, “it’s a good thing, we could REALLY USE YOU !!” shaking her head as her arms wrapped around him, delicate eyes shutting as she finally let out a sigh of relief. “my life has never been more hectic especially in such a small town, where a lot of people know each other !!” shaking her head as it landing against his shoulder, feeling relief in the arms of her superior. 

                   iris  wasnt  sure  about  the  letter  at  first,  but  sure  enough  it  came  through  for  her.  she  decided  that  she  wanted  to  get  a  couple  things  from  the  store.  and  sure  enough  ended  up  with  more  then  she  thought  she  was  going  to  have.  with  her  hands  full  she  was  more  focused  on  that.  which  caused  her  to  drop  her  coffee  she  had  in  her  other  hand.  looking  over  towards  the  person  near  her.  ‘  sorry,  please  be  careful  i  dont  want  you  to  slip.  ‘ 

it’s a quiet night in woodshore, a new development since the missing person incident just before the holiday. people didn’t stay out much past sunset now, even if they were key-carded in, which left doors closed and the grounds all but empty to roam in. tonight was not a night ahsoka felt like roaming. tonight, she was sitting just inside the gates of the sprawling apartment complex’s garden, wrapped in a blanket she brought down from her room, posted on a marble bench, staring at the sky. it was dark, expansive, and littered with stars, shining through the light pollution of inland.

something in her chest was heavy this evening, a rare occurance but not exactly unwelcome. feeling sad meant she was alive - there was that very cliche saying about not being able to appreciate the sun without the rain, right ? yet, as it turned out, she wasn’t alone. something - or maybe someone - was moving around her, and her keen force instinct picked up on something carrying life. “ hey. i was here first. ” it was a drawl, said without any malice, almost tired. maybe she was also out tonight because she couldn’t sleep. that happened sometimes too. there was a pause. “ pretty tonight, isn’t it ? ” her voice was softer with the question, sweeter, trying for… something. companionship, maybe. “ i missed ‘em. ” wanting to enjoy the peace and quiet, not being able to sleep, aching to no longer be alone… a lot of reasons seemed to be cropping up the more she thought about it.

WITH HER GUN SECURE, jj was out patrolling - wanting to ensure that everyone was safe. all she could do was h o p e nothing bad happened on her watch. regret always had a WAY of tugging at her heartstrings. guilt welled up inside her chest, making jj feel ever worse when something happened. especially if spencer was involved, he never deserved to feel THAT SCARED. 

piercing blue orbs looked around, thoughts still l o s t on spencer. why did she leave him alone ?? heart tugged again, hindering her concentration from the environment around her. walking up next to a few gates, she was pretty sure she heard something. hand gently pressing against her gun, more as a precaution than anything else, jj stepped through. eyes wide as she jumped around the corner, heart in her throat. 

Phyrra froze when she heard the question, her hand hovering over the necklace. “I’m trying to see if I can talk to my patron,” she answered slowly, dropping her hand on the table. “This is the almost only way for me to contract him, but…I can’t hear him or get one vision for him at all. It’s like I’m blocked or..something.”

“Sorry about that,” Stefan apologized as she started asking him questions about what he was and what the hunters did to him. “Well hunters hunt down things that aren’t supposed to be real-like vampires or demons or werewolves-the bad ones, anyway.” he started. “Me, I’m not a hunt…er…” he trailed off when he saw her scars that she pointed to and shrugged. “A wild animal, maybe?” he guessed, not really knowing what really made those terrible scars that were on her body. 

no matter what had gone on between them in the past and what unresolved feelings there might be between the two of them, seeing joey always brought a smile on pacey’s face. he wrapped his arms around her as she threw her arms around his shoulders. he stayed there for a few seconds. it felt all too familiar having her in his arms again, even if it was just for a few seconds. “ wow, josephine potter working at my restaurant? i never pictured that happening in a million years, but then again i never thought you’d go out with me all those years ago and look what happened there. ” he joked and then pulled a chair out for her to sit back down, before sitting down himself. “ i’m glad you came. it’s good to see you. i’ve missed you. ”

being in woodshore hadn’t been an easy adjustment for kate, but she was starting to settle in with her family and hopefully would bump into the rest of her team soon. in the meanwhile she had been working with other police officers and law enforcement agents around the small town. kate had walked into the sheriff’s office to start for the day, when she heard a familiar voice welcome her into the building as she walked past a few offices. “ jj, is that you? ” kate popped her head into the small office and then smiled at the blonde, who looked younger than the last time she had seen her. kate seemed more excited to be reunited with her friend and co-worker, than the other agent did. something seemed off, but kate tried to sweep it off her shoulders.

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭  𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞  𝐰𝐚𝐬  𝐚  𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭  𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐨𝐟𝐟          of  his  chest.    he  could  now  breath  somewhat  easily.    he  had  one  of  his  favorite  people  here.    spencer  smiled  wide ,  nearly  finding  himself     laughing  in  disbelief     at  the  situation.    he  was  just  glad  that  he  saw  some  familiar  faces      —         even  more  so  that  it  was  jj.

once  she  reached  him  &  gave  him  a  hug ,  he  returned  it     wholeheartedly.       he  tucked  his  head  into  her  shoulder ,  not  wanting  to  be  done  with  this  exact  moment  ever.    usually ,  he  wasn’t  one  for  physical  touch  nor  affection  but  when  it  came  to  his  teammates ,  he’s  okay  with it.

❝     it’s  nice  to  see  you  here ,  jj.    i’ve  been  thinking  that  the  promise  was  just  a     manipulation  tactic     to  get  me  here ,     ❞                              he  whispered ,  giving  jj  another     quick  squeeze     with  the  hug  before  letting  go.    as  he  took  a  step  back ,  he  smiled  down  at  her  again.    he  wasn’t  sure  with  himself  yet  that  this  could  be  real.    that  was  standing  right  in  front  of  him.         one  of  his  friends.         it  seemed  almost  too  good  to  be  true.    he  stopped.    it     did     almost  seem  to  good  to  be  true.    he  cleared his  throat  &  went  to  stuff  his  hands  into  his  jeans  pockets.    as  he  did  so ,  he  pinched  his  leg      —      ow      —      to  see  if  this  was  reality  or  a  dream.    he  always  knew  that  schizophrenia  was  genetic  but  he  passed  the  perfect  age  for  it  years  ago.    reid  knew  he  was  in  the  clear  but  the  fear     never  really  went  away.

❝     do  you  want  to  go  get  something  to  drink?    like  a  coffee?      —         or  a  beer?     ❞                              he  asked ,  the  smile  never  leaving  his  face.

IN THE END, jj figured everyone would be p u l l e d together. there was a string, everyone on the team had the same destiny - to work together, to be a complete team. always and f o r e v e r. seeing one of the greatest friends she had ever had in her life her, confirmed her suspicion. as arms wrapped around each other, both wanting to tighten their hold. jj never wanted to let go, out of pure fear; not wanting him to go away, like a mirage or a daydream. what if spencer reid was just a THOUGHT IN HER HEAD. lacing together every interaction they had EVER HAD and giving her this moment - a false memory. 

when he whispered in her ear, jj awoke from her own thoughts, blinking a few times. still in their hug, words echoing in her m i n d. did they need the BAU, here, in woodshore ?? all along, a ploy to get agents here with what was going on ?? damn, spencer was always the smartest - she was GRATEFUL HE WAS HERE. at least she would be able to layout her frustrations, no need to worry what another person would think of her. when he let go, jj knew she could breath a sigh of relief. spencer was REALLY HERE, someone she could trust with anything & everything. smile had been etched into the corners of her pale pink lips. somehow, he always put a smile on her face. 

“i’m happy you’re here, too---- under the circumstances.” meaning the ploy to get part of the b a u here. “i’ve been in contact with those in law enforcement. everyone is in over their head with what’s going on around here,” sighing deeply as her piercing blue orbs looked into spencer’s, “i think we have something going on here, spence.” not sure, fully, what it was yet. the liaison needed the help of at least someone from the team. not yet becoming a profiler, herself, she was only SO helpful. 

“Who names their kid Jug?” Connor says with a laugh, giving the other girl a confused look. “My names Connor, i don’t know a jug.”

Turning towards the other from where she had been standing with construction workers, Annabeth glares at the other and raises her eyebrow, realizing that it was her lunch break now. “I can’t say that I’ve been, but I could actually go for a milkshake, I don’t have them often.” She admits. “Where is it?”

He nearly choked, looking at a Veronica who clearly was older than him. Of all the strange things he’d seen since moving to Woodshore, and some of those things were impossibly strange, this was easily the most bizarre. “You really can’t leave me alone, can ya?” He smirked even as he walked over to pull her into a rare hug. In Neptune, there were only a few people he cared about, and even less he trusted. Veronica was on both lists. “You’re still pretty hot for an old lady, don’t worry. And I bet you’re just as much trouble.” And there was his only issue with seeing her. He trusted her - but Veronica Mars brought drama. He might be bored of this stupid weird town, but he had Wes to look out for. He didn’t want the stink of Neptune anywhere near his boyfriend. Losing two people he loved was more than enough. “How long you been around?”

VERONICA WAS NEVER USED TO HUGS, but one from weevil, most of the time that was r a r e. her eyes were playing tricks, is what she thought. weevil, woodshore weevil was much younger - about the age, they were around the time both were getting out of high school. veronica was starting college, and she had gotten him a job there. smirk etched as she pulled away, looking back into his eyes, full of toughness and attitude. deep inside was a softness that no one else REALLY KNEW. lilly kane had been one of the reasons for that. oh, lilly -- if only she could see them now. tears pricking at the edges of her eyes, veronica cleared her throat. ignoring the tug of her heartstrings. 

“I think you just described what half the people in the world feel when the seasons change, it’s very common. One of my stepmothers had it.” Lukas mentioned, brows scrunched together as he thought of stepmother number two, before shaking his head. “Seasonal affective depression, it’s another form of depression and it got its name because it happens around the same time every year.” He explained as he remembered his psychology classes, that he’s been majoring for almost four years, and wanting to carry on to try to get a master’s in the subject. “Normally it happens in the fall and winter months, because that’s when it’s not as sunny or warm, and it is gray and dreary.” Lukas carried on, before catching himself and offering up what he hoped was a comforting smile. “Sorry. You didn’t ask for a psychology lesson. I was hoping to give you a bit of comfort, but it went to a lesson.”

LETTING HIM TALK, jessica didn’t say a word - it felt like she was in a lecture of some sort. could she tune him out ?? no, she couldn’t, not wanting to be r u d e - she was trying to be a better version of her former self. which was probably why she was feeling the way she w a s. no longer able to be the mean girl that she used to be. every muscle in her body needed to TENSE UP to keep herself in check. “you know a lot about this s t u f f ??” shrugging her shoulders, look of intrigue crossing over makeup caked features. 

“A one-dollar tip? I don’t understand why I mean the service was good, it wasn’t like people were waiting long, right? And the food was really good.” Eros questioned with a brow raised, as he grabbed out his wallet to pay the bill, before he was holding out a fifty for his thirty dollars dinner, with an extra twenty for the tip to the other brunette with a smile. “This is for dinner.” He gestured to where he was sitting, before focusing back on her.  “And you can keep the change.” Eros shrugged, as he remembered the fact that his father always gave exactly twenty dollars for a tip, because you never know what someone is going through, and maybe the extra money could be helping them out for all you know.

@svnflcwcrs​ >JJ

Derek didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but the woman had said ‘Spence’ and that had caught his attention. It didn’t mean it was his Spencer, the one he’d been trying to flirt with for a week, but something told him it was. Tapping her on the shoulder, he offered her his most charming smile. “I’m sorry for intruding, but were you just talking to Spencer Reid by any chance?” Maybe she’d be able to give him a hint as to what might get Spencer to realise he was flirting. 

     holmes nodded, admittedly curious over who she referred to as a profiler. figuring out who that was might be of use to him, the two of them comparing notes. he always considered himself the ultimate profiler, but he found enough use in consulting with someone else, especially in areas he wasn’t practiced in. it was why kreizler and he worked so well as a team.

      “they always do,” he said, shrugging his shoulders. whether it was simply on the onset or later on down to a trial, people formed opinions in panic that lasted and typically got in the way of anything effective getting done. “it will be, potentially. something is deeper than ‘suspicious activity.’”

TIMES LIKE THESE, jj longed for the team to be back together - going over case files, putting their heads together. without the team, the liaison felt like she was drowning in facts and worries that were so unnecessary.  not knowing that morgan was out there somewhere, waiting to join up with the team. add in the other woman, kate, who jj didn’t know - there was enough of the BAU TO HELP OUT.