#c. peyton

He knew the second the spell had started to fade that he would be needed to go from off-duty to on-duty, even if he was part of the homicide unit. All hands would be needed to investigate this and to ensure that nobody had been gravely harmed but that didn't stop him from ensuring he found Peyton and Charlee first. He'd made his way through the slowly depleting crowd before the pair had come into view and he his pace quickened ever so slightly before he came to halt in front of the younger mother and her daughter. "You okay," Ryker questions almost instantly, dark gaze scanning over the pair once then twice and one final time to confirm for himself. "They might ask me to stay and lend a hand but if you don't feel comfortable going home alone I can try and get out of it for the night. Say the word."

"It's just me, Peyton. Just wanted to stop by and check in on you and Charlee."

Knuckles rapped against the door, frame leaning against the frame as arms crossed over his chest and his dark gaze fell on the mother of his child. "Hey," Ruslan greeted softly. "I just wanted to check in on you, make sure you were okay. I know last night was a lot for you."

With Brooklyn asleep in his crib and Arabella perfectly entertained by Peyton's daughter, a soft sigh left Rory's lips, gaze pulling to her friend as she shook her head. "They really set those 'laws' in place," Lorelai questioned. "Cause a curfew has really stopped any of us supernatural's before, right? And we have to request a pass? Like a hall pass essentially? What is this high school?"

Digits were laced within her own, lifting her hand to press a gentle kiss to the back of her hand as they entered the compound, the home in which they shared with the Mikaelson's so that Charlee could be close to her father, the home that was now infested with members of the OEA and he hoped more than anything that kiss would ease at least a fraction of the tension that radiated off her. Klaus may have helped free her and her siblings from the clutches of the OEA and he may have encouraged her to ask for his help but that didn't change the fact that the OEA's presence didn't still cause for agitation nor did it negate the knowledge that she was now indebted to Klaus for his assistance. "Do you want to get a drink," Ryker questions, dark irises falling on the femme beside him. "Or did you want to find Rebekah and Ruslan first?"

"One night without the kids," Savannah hummed, sitting herself down beside the other. "You'd think I'd be happier about it but oddly enough I kind of wish I was at home with them right now."

They had met only a moment in passing at the Mikaelson compound as he was on his way out the door to head in to work and now as he sat at a table in Viper watching her work in the distance as he nursed a glass of whiskey, more or less completely ignoring the chatter of his coworkers surrounding him. He eventually downs his glass, an excuse to pull away from his group and move towards the bar, frame easefully leaning forward, forearms planted against the bartop. "Peyton, right," Ryker questioned. "You're Rebekah's man's ex? We sort of ran into each other this morning, you'll have to excuse my bad manners, I was in a rush to get out the door to work. Ryker Bradenton, I'm a friend of Keelin's."

"Do you think I care, P," Ruslan questions, hand lightly against the small of her back. "I told you I'm not afraid of whatever enemies you have. I will protect you and Charlee with my life time and time again. We also have the fact that we're in good with the Mikaelson's. You and Charlee have never been safer. I promise you nothing will happen to any of us, okay? I just need you to trust me."