of  course,  it’s  at  least  somewhat  sensible  to  be  suspect  ;   there  have  been  so  few  𝚁𝙰𝚁𝙴  𝙾𝙲𝙲𝚄𝚁𝚁𝙴𝙽𝙲𝙴𝚂  where  he  has  even  been  permitted  to  speak  freely  to  someone  his  own  age,  same  relative  walk  of  life  whose  blood  runs  that  same  mysterious,  secretive  shade  of 𝙍𝙀𝘿.  he’s  burned  his  bridges  with  those  who’d  offered  such  an  opportunity  by  now,  and  he’s  keenly  aware  of  that    —  hence  the  distinct  effort  at  keeping  his  SOUR  DISPOSITION   towards  teamwork  under  wraps  when  dealing  with  maddox.        that  isn’t  how  friends  are  made  and  he  needs  help.

proverbial  olive  branch  is  a  tightly  rolled  joint  that  is  proffered  in  the  other’s  direction  for  the  taking,  lennon’s  lungs  full  of  the  ACRID  smoke  for  a  lingering  few  beats  before  he  speaks  on  the  exhale,  mouth  insisting  on  getting  to  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐓  even  as  the  high  settles  in  around  his  brain.         

〝   no  matter  what  i  fuckin’  do,  if  it’s  not  plants,  i  can’t  get  it  t'hold  for  more  than  fifteen,  twenty  minutes.  half’n hour  once  but  that  was just  a  fluke.  tried  like  ten  different  spells  from  my  great-great-great  whoever’s book,  still nothing ,   〞he  laments  his  inability  to  sustain  the  life give  by  his  powers,  much  like  maddox’s  in  ways  he  hopes  are  similar  enough  to  coax  out  some  valuable  bit  of  information  from  the  other.

𝗵𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗹𝗲𝗳𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝘂𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗶𝘁𝘆.   a tether to the world that was left behind to become what you are now :   DIVINE.   an immortal being with no regard for the fragile structure of life,   you do not fear the wrath of god                    do not take my son !   his destruction would be your undoing,   the path of your rage would spare not a single soul.     ❛  minn sveinn,  ❜     smoke ignites over skin of palms as they meet silver,   the stench of scorched skin floods nostrils,   freeing progeny of chains was the only objective.   there is little the viking cares for,   for he carries the weight of centuries on his back,   has experienced more heartache than willing to admit.   now numb to most human sentiment :   aksel was the one exception.     ❛  i never meant for this to happen.  ❜

the   canvas   is   adorned   with   childlike   countenance            --            appearing   innocent,      yet     a   threat      lurks   beneath   crimson   hues.      it   is   one   reason   why   immortal   children   were   outlawed.      they   could   act   as   a   lure   and   their   tempers   could   devastate   whole   towns.         luckily,      jane   and   alec   were   a   controlled   exception.   and    what    an    asset    they    were!   caius   looks   from   one   painted   devilish   gaze   to   the   inspiration.      the   brush   resting   between   digits   falls   in   one   last   finishing   stroke   before   being   put   down.    

one   major   difference   with   being   around   the   wolves,      was   that   they   seem   more   carefree.      the   air   is   lighter   and   so   is   that   laughter   that   fills   it.      their   own   laughter   rings   out   at   a   passing   remark   given   by   jacob   towards   seth   as   he   walks   towards   the   fire   pit.         it   is   filled   with   a   healthy   dose   of   sarcasm   and   affection.   this,   however,   leaves   bella   and   seth   alone.      they’re   not   entirely   sure   what   to   speak   about.      both   of   their   age   ranges   being   so   different   did   not   give   them   much   in   common,      but   despite   that   they   liked   seth.      he   was   like   a   ray   of   sunshine   in   a   gray   world.      aside   from   age   being   a   factor,      their   mind   keeps   straying   to   a   single   subject   anyway,         about   what   is   going   to   transpire   in   a   couple   of   days.