#{past thread}

Eiji felt like he had been waiting for his powers to arrive his entire life. It had been the focus for so long, it felt like the most important thing on earth. It seemed like their father wanted it so desperately, every passing day felt like the deafening tick of a clock, bringing him closer and closer to the edge. He thought his powers would come, that they were just late and when they finally did arrive the entire coven would stop looking at him the way they had been recently— like a disappointment—that their fathers intensity would relent before it gave way into something else entirely. Eiji wouldn’t have minded that. He could handle needing to catch up in order to be the future coven leader that their father always wanted. He would have worked hard to be everything he wanted.

But it didn’t happen. His 21st birthday was joyless. The morning had been full of dread. Everyone knew if if hadn’t happened now, it never would. Ever. He was a human in one of the most powerful covens in the city. The day’s passed and the immediate switch in his father felt evident to him, like the moment he’d had his confirmation that Eiji wasn’t who he wanted him to be, it had been enough to cast him aside. His attention on Rei felt immediate and Eiji felt like he might as well have been invisible.

When the invite to go out on a night out with his friends came along, he eagerly accepted. It wasn’t as though anyone was going to notice he was gone, anyway. Even if he did something really stupid, was he even really a Remington anyway? Did it matter what he did now?

When: 1997 (before Eiji’s birth)

“Remington!” Sipho grinned as the younger witch approached. “Did you get stuck in your tower?” He teased as he glanced down at the watch on his wrist but once Elijah was close enough, he clapped him warmly on the shoulder. “You ready?” He asked, not waiting for an answer before he was already leading him through the Dumisani building to an area where they could train. “How’s Kyoko doing?” Sipho asked conversationally as they passed through the headquarters, leaving the walls lined entirely with plant life to a secure area where they could spar safely, knowing that the magic would be contained within the room. “Must be almost time for you to become Papa Remington.” He chuckled.

The cold felt nice — like tiny stabs against her skin. Not sharp enough to draw blood, but just enough to keep her focused. In the distance someone shouted about theft, but those lights coming from the windows across were so shiny, and so bright, and when she stared for longer they almost changed colors, and all that shouting was drowned out. Reid's words made her aware just how much she's had to drink — his voice wobbly and somewhat higher, strangely louder in her ears. Maybe he was just laughing, and she failed to recognise the signs — green hues capturing him then, focusing on those wrinckles around his mouth, and how the full, pink lines stretched and teeth showed.

Where their feet pounded along the pavement, the town looked less ominous, the shadows lingering between them — less menacing. She laughed, too. No idea what for. What the hell were they even talking about? Something, something, Rose — something, bathroom — something, whispers, something —

Anika felt like she was being stranded at sea, with no fucking clue how morse code worked.

And it didn't fucking help that her attention was like a fly. Here one moment, gone the next. Just when one thing caught her eyes, another pulled her by the ear. Did she really need to know what he was saying, anyway? Would he shut up, if she just nodded along and — But then it clicked.

for: @atlaswestwood location: chissob hills forest when: sometime in the early 1920s

Another year another earth day celebration in Vievecor City. Caia had an almost empty glass in hand and they were just about ready to make their exit. She had been in Vievecor City for long enough this time around and it was high time to move on.

Caia downed the rest of the drink, set the glass down and turned towards the exit of the celebration grounds. Her bags had already been packed and had been stashed in one of the trees on the fringes of the park, she just needed to go and get it.

"Oh. Hello, Atlas. Your father knows how to throw a great party, as always," the elder elf said with a smile when she was suddenly confronted with the younger Westwood child. Caia liked Atlas. The young elf was a bit on the shyer side compared to her brother, but there was potential there.

where : THE PAST

They’d drive out to the beach after long nights at the diner. Lila always urged to stay a little longer. Just until the sun rose, she’d say. She’d like to bury her toes in the sand and wonder what the beaches in L.A. looked like, or the ones in Fuji. She’d wonder how they were different, if the sand was a lighter shade or the water a different shade of blue. Lila tried to not let her mind wander too far, but on occasion she allowed it. Lost in Boyd’s blue eyes, she’d think maybe one day they could take a vacation somewhere glamorous with a different beach. For now, this made due.

Dawn settled over the bay. A bit of light began to peak through, but no color from the sun just yet. Lila peaked over at him, laying in the sand beside her, eyes closed after hours of work. Her hand reached over, running a it through his curly wispy locks despite the bits of sand on it. “I like your hair all shaggy like this.” She giggled softly. He loved her. She knew it, because she knew he didn’t enjoy their sunset mornings like she did. He did it for her. He must, she thought. Lila leaned down, placing a small kiss on his nose. She whispered a small thank you, hovering just above him. The lanky brunette rolled to lay beside him, letting her eyes wander the lightening sky.

Clarissa had never been much for heavy drinking -- she thinks it mainly stems from her mother constantly drilling how to be ladylike in public. But also because she didn't particularly like feeling out of control. The hangovers weren't doing a great job of convincing her to drink either. However, Roman always had a way about him that made Clarissa try new things and be a little freer than she usually would be. So, after a night out at his favorite bar, the pair of best friends wandered through her hometown. Roman had a heavy arm around her shoulder, tucking her against his large build, and Clarissa smacked him on the stomach at a dirty joke he had just said. To most, it would probably look like these two were a couple of lovebirds, but in reality, Roman was her soon-to-be brother-in-law and her very best friend. He was the person that knew her, the real her, better than anyone, even her fiance. And she offered that safe place for him to be who he genuinely was. Roman was Clarissa's absolute rock, and she was thankful to have found that in someone from Cillian's family. 

  Before Clymene made her presence known to the newlyweds, she adjusted herself and fixed her hair to make herself perfectly presentable especially if there were other guests...not that she expected any. It was a habit she couldn’t get rid of: refining her self image. She was the bright shiny jewel amongst her rough and messy pack of sons, a juxtaposition that didn’t annoy her. They all were true to themselves, presenting what they wanted to the world.

 Clymene used to causally enter her son’s home; however he was a married man now. Forcibly so but still married. Her sons weren’t exactly taught proper manners to announcing themselves until they found themselves walking in on their parents in a lewd state. At least their family developed a system to avoid such awkwardness and with a married son, perhaps it wouldn’t hurt to implant it now. That is...if Epimetheus and Pandora connected on a physical level already. 

  The titaness had absolutely no idea how the pair got along for the past couple of weeks. She reckoned she would give them their space as newlyweds but a month almost passed away and she was far too curious about her son and his new bride to keep her curiosity suppressed. Besides, she believed Epimetheus missed her and Pandora needed to see another face apart from her son’s and who better than her mother in law...who still was suspicious of her daughter in law. 

  Knocking on the door with knuckles quite loudly, Clymene also made herself known by announcing her presence. “Surprise! Epi darling, it’s your mother. I’ve come to crash your honeymoon!” She exclaimed. Epimetheus answering the door in one piece would ease her worries that anything unnerving happened during his honeymoon. She was still waiting for some awful thing to happen with Zeus’s gift, believing he had a plan to further ruin her youngest son. She kept her ears peeled to anything in regards to Pandora and Epimetheus but she came up with nothing.