#amelia01

Where: Forest in England

Who: @bxnesamxlia

Fenrir had honestly enjoyed his time with the extended members of his pack. Out here in the forest, the members who either chose not to or were not of age to decide were living. He checked in at least twice a month to ensure everyone had the necessities. Usually a few days after a full and then again a couple weeks later. This past Saturday was a full and a few of the kids had new wounds to manage. The potions were adequate, but would never completely remove the scars. If only we could control the wolf.

A random phrase in Latin popped into his mind 'Lupus pilum mutat, non mentem (The wolf changes his coat, but not his mind.)' Shaking his head as if he could physically remove the thoughts. He firmly pushed them down; that would lead nowhere.

Despite all the terrible things that happened to the Evans- the things that caused Wes to close off from everyone else, the things that destroyed relationships between their parents and even Wes’ relationship with Jared- one thing that was still good was Wes’ relationship with Amelia. No matter how cruel the world was to him and no matter how desperately he tried to close off from everyone and act as though he didn’t care, he had a soft spot for his baby sister. Wes did everything he could to protect Amelia and he was happy that she had made a life for herself in AB and that she was miles away from their father.

“I’ll let you pick what we watch tonight. I’m good with anything.” Wes told Mia as he returned to the living room in Esme’s house, bringing a large bowl of popcorn with him. “Just as long as you don’t call me at insane hours of the morning ‘cause you’ve scared yourself into nightmares.” He added with a teasing tone. The two loved scary movies and watching them together was a favorite way to hang out.

Where: The Underground Fight Club When: 1am, Post Event

What was the saying- nothing good ever happened after midnight? Maybe they should’ve changed it to nothing ever boring happened after midnight... Most certainly in the underground. There was something exhilarating about getting zooted out of his mind, only to be tossed into a ring like a prized animal. This hadn’t been Julian’s first outing at Amelia’s famed fighting club, the man’s fist connecting with another as his opponent slammed to the ground. In fact, he frequented the spot both as a spectator and participant. Known for his rather outlandish bets, the fight against a fellow Vittori madman happened to fall in his favor this time. Winning was sweet and red- blood staining his shirt as he got to the cage’s gate. “Kincaid- I’m on a roll baby, feel free to take yourself a cut from that fight.” He grinned before grabbing a towel to wipe himself off. “How do I look?” With no mirror in sight, all he could feel was a throbbing right eye and rib- some pretty battle scars to mark the night with.

“Okay so, confession: I know comin’ here was my idea, but I’m actually ...not the most experienced of drinkers? I tend to just get a piña colada and roll with it for the rest of the night, maybe a vodka cranberry if I’m lookin’ to change things up.” Allison laughed, taking a seat at the bar. “So, you’ve been warned. I am not gonna be the best drinkin’ partner, but what I lack in tolerance, I make up for in enthusiasm and conversation. Promise.” 

“You can’t say I didn’t do anything. I built a fort yesterday. I also destroyed a fort yesterday. It was a busy day.”