#blake001

Cornelia poderia ser a pessoa mais doce e boba que alguém poderia conhecer, mas precisava ser uma grande tola para não reparar na mudança repentina no comportamento do namorado. O rapaz, que antes lhe demonstrava afeto com frequência, não a procurava mais e parecia se importar menos em ter sua companhia. Sem ter ideia do que haveria ocasionado tal transformação, decidiu aproveitar o final de tarde para lhe fazer uma visita surpresa. Tinha em sua bolsa um pequeno bilhete, uma carta breve que escrevera há algum tempo e pretendia lhe dar no aniversário de namoro. Naquele momento, ela não fazia ideia de que ele jamais chegaria a ler aquela carta. 

Suas casas não eram próximas, apesar de morarem no mesmo distrito, eram de castas diferentes. Contudo, nada poderia impedir a vontade de estar com ele, a saudade que sentia de Blake. Bateu em sua porta, suspirando fundo e sentindo um nervosismo que não sabia de onde provinha. Afinal, os dois não estavam no início de um relacionamento, tinham intimidade. Mas, talvez, as mudanças dos últimos tempos a tenha feito titubear sobre como agir diante dele. Mesmo assim, abriu um enorme e empolgado sorriso quando o viu abrir a porta.  『 — Hi, dear. 』 Cumprimentou-o, aproximando o rosto para lhe dar um beijo rápido nos lábios.  『 — Estava com saudades. Você sumiu... 』  Falou, quase como se esperasse que ele dissesse algo que confortasse o seu coração.  『 — Posso entrar? 』

Seth had been trying to make his rounds, check in on his members, making sure they weren’t causing too much trouble. After all, how would the MC look if they were the ones responsible for ruining the party. He knew he didn’t need to worry about some of them, they were there for the booze and the food or the dancing but maybe being the president of the Primordials meant he was just going to worry himself to death about the image of the club. Maybe they’d make it another year if this New Year party went well. Seth strolled for a second before coming up to Blake Castillo’s side. Seth adjusted himself annoyed in his tux.

“You bein’ good?” he smirked, setting his beer down on a nearby table. “Don’t need a ruckus when the Mayor is around, ya know?” Seth added, looking up at Blake. He knew she wasn’t the type but maybe if he said it to everyone, no one would get their panties in a twist. “Plus, we got shit to do tomorrow with the shop closed. We ain’t getting anyone arrested tonight. Keep an eye out, will you?” he asked, hand laying on the table with fingers tapping a bit anxiously. 

Seth sat at the bar, weening a beer, wondering why he’d even come here in the first place. Night had settled on his empty house with the kids at their respective mother’s homes and the Trojan got bored of sitting there waiting for a call or his body to become tired enough to sleep. So, instead of looking like a lowly old man who didn’t have many friends or family to speak of, he made his way to the bar to see if he could find a woman to spend the rest of his night with. And boy, had he fucked up. As he eyed around the room, it seemed like the only good looking woman in the room was none other than Blake Castillo and that was bad news for Seth Carter. Still, the man had always been tempted by the dark side so he moved from his bar stool and plopped down next to her. “Guess my masochist side is showin’,” he greeted, knowing that it was a shitty line to start with but Blake had heard every line there’d been from Seth. 

“Can I buy you a drink, B?” he proposed, his teeth biting down on his bottom lip as he awaited an answer. “Swear, I won’t have the bartender poison you or nothin’, not my style,” he replied, placing a promising hand over his heart.

Maddox had been a bit preoccupied, to say the least. After gathering folks to ensure everyone was safe and sound, he knew it was time to find something to do other than think about the shitty things going on in his life. He’d moved his mom into the evacuation center, her illness for everyone to see-- something that wasn’t necessarily his favorite thing. He’d learned a few days prior that his fiance was pregnant and that the baby was potentially not his. And now this, they were stuck in one area with Primordials and Trojans, friends and enemies in this seemingly smaller space than ever before. 

Finding the cot he was expected to sleep on, he leaned back into it, realizing that not even the bed he had was going to be comfort. Maddox squeezed his eyes shut, willing himself to be quite literally anywhere but there. When he opened his eyes again, he sat up, peering around. When he caught sight of Blake, Maddox immediately felt his heart ache. He knew that she wasn’t in a great state of mind especially since she had to be in the same vicinity as the people that killed her literal family. Taking a deep breath, he made his way over to Blake to express his condolences at the very least. If anything, a chat with Blake may bring him a little peace instead of the never ending thoughts in his mind. 

“Hey--” Maddox said, half-smiling and sitting down next to her. “I, uh, just wanted to say I’m really sorry. And you know if you need anything, even if it’s just, ya know, silence. I’m here, okay?” he said softly, putting a gentle hand on hers. “Especially now, I’m sure this is fucking Hell on Earth.”

Wentworth had just come out of the coffee shop when Blake walked past him and dropped a piece of paper. Wentworth quickly garbed the piece of paper and went after her. “ excuse me miss. you drooped this” he called after her 

 “ I don’t think we’ve met before, ” Lorelai states with a smile, caught between pleasant curiosity and attempting to ensure no absolute strangers void of any coven or family connections were at least being watched in case they decided to cause trouble. “ I’m Lorelai, the hostess. ” As if that weren’t evident by her emerald crown. “ And you are ? ”