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The cold was bitter and biting as he swam through it, he had spent too long out of the water and his bones were aching for the stretch. As he swam hard through the water he made his way back to the surface, it was a quick dip but it would have to suffice, he needed to find Tallie to pick up Riss before a family day at the park. He surfaced and felt the ice sticking to his beard, though it didn’t last nearly as long as it would have a month ago. “God it feels good to be back in the water.”

Ella had spent so long trying to remember how to be herself, continuously just working at herself. And now she really felt like she was back to before everything had gone so wrong in her life. As she sat at the table in the restaurant she couldn’t help but smile as a butterfly landed on her hand, it felt like she was really getting back to being herself. “His name is reginald, I warn you he doesn’t take kindly to other names.”

I hear you call my name Grayson didn’t normally fall asleep in places as public as his store (unless he was sure the doors were locked) , hell he rarely even slept, as the dark circles under his eyes could attest to, but he’d felt good today. Had felt soft and gentle and kind, like his old self for once. The reason for his inability to sleep? The nightmares that plagued him at random times showed a weakness he never wanted to admit to. “Grayson!” He twitched at the echo of his sister’s voice cried out. He jolted awake with the sounds of her screaming and the crunching of metal and breaking of glass in his ears. Tears were in his eyes as he took a shuddering breath.

“Whhhhy did it have to be the docks? Haven’t I had enough trouble with the docks and supernaturals?” Gabriel whined to his partner, who gave him an unamused look. “You should just be grateful your dad is letting you out of the office, dumbass.” He winced lightly and nodded slowly. Things had gotten better since he and Ella had tried to take on the Council but he was still watched fairly carefully by his parents. “Yeah, you’re right.... And I am ... but I swear if Ariel’s evil twin shows up again I am gone.” He snorted lightly, pouting when his partner laughed at him, before glancing around waiting for whatever informant his partner had. He lit a cigarette to calm his bored nerves and sighed out the smoke, careful to keep it away from his partner.

Vivi rested her chin on her knees as she sat on the beach with Angelique asleep on the big quilt next to her. She had a little fire going to keep them warm and was frequently using her magic to keep an eye on the toddler and make sure she wasn’t too cold or too hot or anything. She gave a gentle sigh as she stared out at the water and the stars reflecting on it. “There’s an inexplicable calm about the night, Little Angel, that I just love. Like we could disappear into the dark, like smoke and not have to worry about anyone finding us. Or share a secret as dark as the night and no one will ever find out.” She pulled out her journal from her bag and tore a small piece of paper from it. She scribbled something on it, a secret that she kept locked up inside of her always. “I’m afraid he’s going to get out one day and find us.” She murmured the written secret to herself and her sleeping daughter before tossing the paper in the fire and watching it burn. She took a deep breath as her eyes fluttered shut, taking in the scent of the salt water and the smell of burning wood and let the breath out slowly. Her face was a mask of stoicism when she heard someone nearing her. “I didn’t think anyone other than us would be out this late.”

"Stop it! Stop it get away from me!” She cried, moving away from the apparent nothing that was following her, but she knew better, every fibre of her being was frazzled from all the run ins with the ghost of her mother, and now it was breaking her. “Leave me alone! Get out of my head!” She cried again,stumbling backward, feeling tears assault her cheeks.

The docks were particularly busy on this evening. Dov had never worked this hard in her life, it seemed, and she was exhausted. Her fingers- despite her being superhuman- were tearing and welting, bleeding slightly into rope she was knotting into a net. As she came to the end of one rope, she dropped it to the wood of the docks and padded her way with bare feet down to the water. She pulled herself up to a diagonal wooden plank that held up the docks. She laid back, resting and staring up at the dock above her. 

Samantha was petrified for many reasons. She had completely deserted her best friend with barely any explanation and she couldn’t get rid of the feeling that no matter how much time passed she would always be on the run. His obsession with her, his need to be in control hadn’t died, nor would it ever.