#consequentson

      ♡ –––– maybe, on a good day, when she was alone with herself in a space where no one could disturb the private atmosphere of her bedroom, blair had the nerve to admit that she had been thinking about him. HIM, with his  his messy blond hair, and the plump lips of his, the muscular arms that stretched out his dirty shirts so well. the mere thought of such a discription made her mouth twitch nervousely. NO. blair waldorf would not feel attracted to a man who barely fixed the kitchen sink after she had tried shredding the remains of a letter of chuck unsuccessfully. it might not have been the best idea but the brunette found herself unable to think staight over the raging anger her ex-boyfriend had left behind in her chest.

      ♡ –––– in order to prevent herself from drifting back into that blank space in her head in which she would scratch out anyone’s eyes without thinking about it twice, that shriking noise fogging her thoughts, the heat making her hands SHAKE, before that could happen again, she cleared her throat, remained posture as she offered a half sweet, half fake smile, tilting her head to the side. ❝ of course not. if any, that is what you are good at, considering YOUR marriage did NOT seem to be the right profession for you. ❞ if blair waldorf would have been less of a spoiled girl, there would probably have been the chance for her heart to actually express what it was feeling for him - sympathy and the immense urge to hug him until those soft eyes turned brighter again. however, instead of making herself vulnerable like that too, she pointed at the kitchen again. ❝ i guess you are lucky that you’re quite handsome and nurse a voice that was probably the main reason for your ex-wife to get involved with YOU in the first place. ❞

“Hellooo---” She was staring, not intentionally so but, it was definitely staring. “Earth to Caroline.” It was Elena’s hand waving in front of her face pulled her back to reality, her gaze snapping from the guy across the small clearing and back to her best friend who was raising one perfectly manicured eyebrow at her. “You’re staring.” She didn’t need to wonder what the knowing look Elena gave her at the end of the comment was supposed to be. She was staring. At Dylan Massett. “I’m not staring.” Caroline argued, looking down at the ground at her feet and kicking a discarded twig. But she had been staring. Not at him though, at his chest. Sinewy muscles, The subtle sign of ink on his right side. Elena rolled her eyes, taking another sip of her drink, leaving Caroline mostly free to look back at the section of his abdomen that she’d been fixated on before.

It was small. Faded. Slightly raised from the rest of the skin and tinted in a way that made it just a touch lighter than the rest of him. On the lower right side of his abdomen, juts above the cut of his hip bone. The sight of it made her swallow against the drying in her mouth --- but not because of any reason Elena thought. Because she knew that scar. Even from across the clearing, over the crackling light of the bonfire, she knew every single detail of it because she had the same one. The exact same one. Same place. Same rigid outline, same faded color. She’d felt the same pain when something had stabbed into that spot nearly a decade earlier. The fabric of her shirt covered it now, but her fingers instantly sought out the spot, her eyes trailing up to the other spot that had made her blood run cold.

He’d turned earlier on in the evening. Giving her enough time to catch a glimpse of the two crescent shaped marks on the back of his right shoulder. To anyone else, it might have looked like a birthmark, nothing more than a slight discoloring of the skin. But she knew better. Knew the little details of the mark, the darker colors where teeth had dug further into her flesh. It was a unique marking. And maybe if it was just the one, she could have brushed it off. But it wasn’t just one. It was two. Very unique. Very exact versions of what she was assuming were the same markings. Elena was still talking next to her, but she didn’t hear her anymore, instead letting her eyes trace up from his shoulder to his face. It was only when she looked up to notice his gaze meeting hers that she felt her heart stutter back into a ( somewhat ) more regular rhythm. “I’ll be right back.”

Elena made some kind of comment that she didn’t hear, but she swear she caught some warning about a rebound before she was weaving in between the bodies gathered around the bonfire. Her drink was still clutched tightly in her hand when she stopped in front of him, opening her mouth before she realized she had no idea what she wanted to say. So instead she looked over at the guy he’d been talking to, giving her best narrow eyed glare before she spoke. “Do you mind?” 

A lot had happened in the last week or so, knowing full well that there were many things that were simply out of his control. He understood Emmalyn’s worry in what she had done, understood her reluctance in filling him in on everything that she had told to this friend of hers. That, however, wasn’t what had surprised the alpha ... what had surprised him, was the fact that this man had not only killed a wolf with his bare hands ... but he was a species of supernatural that Jeremiah had never heard of before. 

Now on any other occasion, Jeremiah would have come to approach the man the moment he knew of what had happened... bu the fact he learned about it all at once? Meant that Jeremiah needed to know more about what he was ... 

Which meant talking to the leader of all North American wolves. 

Emmalyn Anderson was no coward, there was no doubt about that... but there was still something about fessing up to her brother that she was dating somebody that he seemed to thoroughly hate... and planned to move in with him. With Dylan and Caroline engaged now, she wasn’t about to stick around in that home, and considering she had dreaded actually going apartment hunting again, she had found her answer with Tyler. Yeah, their entire relationship might not have started the best with their first meeting... but there was so much more to Tyler than the rough exterior he showed the world. She saw it... though she was certain very few others did. 

Of course you can comment! I don’t mind that at all :)

She’d set the rough sketches of the newest designs in the small, portfolio style book she had.  They were kept there before she completed them and added them to the actual portfolio, where clients could choose which design they wanted.  “Agreed, just think how GREEN everything is going to be,” she replied after letting out a sigh; she propped her head up, resting her chin in her palm as her elbow rested on the counter.  “You’re Dylan, right?”