#closed para

(it was getting too sloppy for me)

Ezra smirked at her, his head tilting slightly to the side at her tease, “I try new things,” he offered. “I just like to pair them with the proverbial blanket.” He held up the croissant and shook it at her before taking another bite. He often was just as bad at putting himself in boxes as others were. There were moments when he was certain he was the worst offender of that particular habit but even with Liz’s tease he knew full well there was no malice in it. Mischief certainly, but that was where the line was drawn. 

When the guilt comes it takes her down that old but familiar path. She was a lost ship upon waves of wretchedness of which no surviver could withstand. She tried to ignore it, suppress it, to imagine a world In which she was no longer an echo of a girl who once lived great adventures. Despite that one night, Johanna longed for sleep, for it’s fundamental solace and for the promise that she could see her again. She always comes so vividly in her dreams, with her small hands that reach out to hold her own and the feeling of emptiness when they were no longer there. “I will find you” she whispered, the tears that threatened to spill now finally staining her cheeks.

She had taken all the necessary precautions to protect herself from any possible failure. One of her wealthiest and of course most private clients owed her a favour, which in this case came in the form of London’s oldest library. Johanna kept her sacred texts here but it also offered privacy, a place where she could perform and execute her role efficiently.Johanna ran her finger down the spine of the ancient text, feeling its misshapen texture, being delicate with the pages that were now exposed. Closing her eyes she took a breath and began “Surge daemonium ab igne et sanguine” she stretched her palm out and chanted

A surge of wind filled the empty room causing a cascade of fallen books, with thousands of lost papers circling the air to form the shape of the summoned demon.This is different, there is no misshapen figure no teeth razor sharp. It looks at her, this creature with a thousand faces. It’s body like a rip in a canvas painting and at it’s centre lies a blanket of stars.

“I command you to speak” Johanna hissed looking into its piercing god-defying eyes. 

“Constantine, we’ve been dying to meet you” it spoke, mouth salivating. Johanna simply cocked her head to the side, her lips parted in a wicked smirk       “Oh, so your a fan of my work, I’m flattered” she amused. She watched as it’s gaze altered, it’s eyes reaching beyond her. “ .. Lord Morpheus, how glad I am that you are able to join us?” The sound of that name, his name was enough to steal her very breath. It had been weeks since there last meeting, since he stalked her dreams.

Sara should have been sleeping. She’d known this even before she heard her phone ping and at that hour a smile played at her lips as she suspected if it wasn’t an unnecessary ad calling her to a game she had grown bored of odds were good it was the returned correspondence from Nikolas. Her brow furrowed as she read the initial word that tugged at her curiosity but also set off an initial buzz of alarm. The answer that followed caused her to  sit upright from her lounging position on the couch re-reading the word “spiraling.” 

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 Cat was laying next to mason, in the tent he had set up in her room. it was the cutest thing anyone has ever done for her. When she walked in to all the twinkling lights, pizza and fort set up she hadn’t stopped smiling. Now the group chat was stressing her out so she left and set down her phone looking over at Mason with a glare “Really Mace” she frowned at him.

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Having transferred here recently she had not really gotten out much and was still trying to figure her way around the university and the town. So she decided a jog was a good way to get around and see the sights. She had just finished with her mile and slowed down walking looking down at her shoes thinking about how they were making her feet look tiny, when she bumped into someone walking out of a building and she looked up seeing Asher. Her lips parted and she was a bit shocked as she scanned him to confirm it, of course it was him “oh, Asher? how.. uh sorry” was the first words that came out of her mouth “I really should watch where I am going, I could run into some kind of creep next time, or a murderer” she laughed softly already starting her nervous rambling.

after a relatively quiet day, once the kids were down for the night, danny knew it was time to confront his fears and well whatever the fallout he would just have to deal. he had no one to blame but himself after all. he hesitated outside the bedroom door for what felt like an eternity but in reality was only a few minutes before he took a breath and gently wrapped at the door, opening it and sticking his head inside. "hey" he said softly, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. he could barely stand to look at her, knowing the grief she was suffering was his fault. how could she stand to be around him, let alone let him keep living with her? how could she love him when all it seemed he did was hurt her? where did the apologies begin and where they even enough? daniel kaylan, you are a worthless piece of shit that deserves to be miserable and alone. it wasn't the first time he had such thoughts and he doubted it would be the last. finally, he made himself look up and made himself speak and while it wasn't poetry it was a start: "we should talk."

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The days had turned into a blur. In the beginning, she had been persistent in fighting. She knew she would get out or her brothers would find her. But minutes began to feel like years. Her hope melted away like snow on a warm day, except she didn’t get the benefits of the warmth. She was in a very cold and dark room. Her ears rang from the silence. It made her enjoy the very subtle sound of water dripping in the distance. She never could find it though, but that was because she had quit searching. Instead she just sat, hugging her legs to her chest, and waiting. ‘You forgot my kid, Audrey...’ She looked up, despite the pitch black she could see Amanda coming in her direction. She frowned. ‘You just skipped town and didn’t tell anyone. What the hell were you thinking? I thought you were better than that...’ Audrey leaned in, burying her face in her knees. She let out a soft cry, shaking her head. ‘They won’t come for you. You abandoned them all before. Why would they expect different now?’ It was still Amanda that she was imagining. Part of her knew this wasn’t real, it was in her head, but the other part of her was so twisted and broken that she wasn’t entirely sure. They thought she abandoned them so why would they be looking for her? Why wouldn’t they just abandon her? She closed her eyes determined to attempt to sleep, hoping that it would be the end. Maybe she would wake up in her bed if she willed it enough...

Light shined into the room and Audrey let out a small gasp, recoiling from it. It had been a while since she had seen any real light. It hurt her eyes and she was almost afraid of it. What was going to come out of that light? She kept her eyes closed, clinging to her legs and waiting. She didn’t know how long she had sat there, but the light began to dim. It didn’t go out though. That struck her as odd. She lifted her head, squinting slightly but not nearly as much as she needed to earlier. Up above in the ceiling there was a door standing open and beyond that door was the sky... It was painted the most beautiful colors of orange and pink as the sun began to fade for the day. She smiled weakly to herself as she lost herself in the beautiful comfort of the sky. It took her a moment to realize what that meant. The door was open and the sky was before her.

It was hard to stand to her feet. It took her a moment and she had to lean against the wall to gather strength. She started forward, reaching for a ladder and taking one step at a time. She wanted to hurry, expecting the door to slam closed before she reached it, but she couldn’t rush. She didn’t have the strength to hurry. She reached the door and pulled herself up out of it. She looked around, taking a deep breath. She smiled, letting out a small sob. Tears welled in her eyes. She had made it... There was trees and sky... She was free. She didn’t know which direction to go, which direction would lead to town, or if she was even near town. She couldn’t stay here though. She needed to put as much space between her and that fallout shelter as possible.

The warm morning light filtered in through the small crack in the curtains casting an orange glow around the room urging the young blonde out of her slumber. She was distinctly aware of the feeling of the large fluffy white creature pressed up against her bare back as well as the soft rise and fall of the chest her head was still resting on. At the corners of her brain she could hear the soft sounds of a song playing over the moment, temporarily keeping the thoughts that had been churning in her head for a week now at bay.