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Where: The Conclave

The last time Charlotte had seen anyone from that side of the Feng-Lindon clan they had been in elementary school. But as she took in the new leader of Feng-Lindon, Danielle Feng bore the creased forehead of a stressed out matriarch. And yet she was still no older than her own younger sibling.

So Charlotte collected the comfort she knew how to give, grabbing a mimosa and plotting an extra few raspberries in as garnish, she approached the young woman. “You got this,” she signed as she set the drink down in front of Dani “We are all behind you.” She gave the girl a warm reassuring smile. Charlotte didn’t think her support meant much, but as someone who knew what it was like to go without it, she felt she should offer it all the same.

Before Essex, Sawyer never really considered himself someone with a huge amount of joie de vivre. He just got on with things. But now that he’s out and he feels like he missed most of his young adult life, he wants to catch up. He’s already booked in to get a piercing, is planning his next tattoo, and tonight he’s going to see some music.

It’s just a local band of no particular note, doing a gig in a dive bar. But Sawyer missed live music, and he wants to share that with someone. In the past it was Harley he dragged to these shows, and there’s a gaping sense of loss that his twin won’t be there tonight to roll his eyes at Sawyer’s taste in music. Dani isn’t his sister, but it feels like she could be; something in her nature reminded him of home. There was a wildness in her, so although he felt protective towards her, he also feels the fraternal need to show her the world.

This is why she loves weed, or anything she can get her hands on really. It turns her into a person she can handle. Nicer. Calmer. More relaxed. And in turn? She can also handle other people a lot better, especially the people she doesn’t know. Under normal, sober circumstances, there’s no way she’d be sitting here now as she curiously watches Dani, whose name she just learned, do some person’s hair, whose name she’s already forgotten. But she’s intrigued, really intrigued and really high, head tilted while she observes the other woman. “And this is like relaxing for you?” Angel asks as she crosses her legs and pulls them up to her chest. Outside, the storm has presented no sign of letting up anytime soon. “This is like some real sleepover shit,” She laughs.

The smell of clove and tobacco intermingled together in the air around him as he smoked his kretek, a black clove cigarette, as he watched the crowd outside the cafe absentmindedly. He was leaning against the wall outside of the shop, leg propped against the wall and his empty hand in his jeans. He loved the way people walk, roughly in one direction, weaving a little, something chatting as they passed by. Tuah watched them, some heads down and lost in thought, and wondered in sonder of their own little worlds. 

Tuah heaved a sigh, running his hand through his salt and pepper hair. The first symptom had passed for him when he noticed that his heightened speed had returned, and so was his motor skills. He was glad that there wouldn’t be any incident involving his inability to control his strength after this. The second symptom did not worry him, since was merely turning old appearance wise. At least that’s what he interpreted when the news had spread. He was more worried about the third symptom, since he was already beginning to feed more often than before, and still felt hungry afterwards. Perhaps he should take Bella’s offer bathing himself in blood if it was proven to be somewhat helpful.

Another sigh escaped him as he blew the last smoke from his cigarette, stuffing it into the pocket sized ashtray, and was making his way back into the cafe when he bumped into someone. “Ah shit,” the curse flew from his mouth before he could stop himself. He glanced at the woman in front of him, hand raised hovering in the air between them. “Ah, my apologies, miss. I wasn’t paying attention when I was walking just now.”