#ft. atticus

The photos were, in of themselves, ordinary. Unprovoking. Lexi and the young senator exiting the same hotel at separate times. A coincidence? Or an affair? Whichever journalist who had been tipped off by an enemy of the senator - likely somebody who wanted to dirty his reputation with old photos they had taken - were shrewd in their evaluation. Because they were absolutely correct. The internet was slow on the uptake of the rumours but there were the sprinkling of comments. Slut. Homewrecker. But it didn't take long for Anya to work her PR magic. Alexis Blythe was the daughter of Senator Blythe, an unassuming dinner with the senator who was a family friend, a skeezy misdirection by the paparazzi for not getting a photo of the third person who was there - her own father. Irresponsible and manipulative tabloid work. The comments were immediately buried by bigger news that Anya had prepared in case of crisis. Despite it being resolved with the rumours shut down before they became widespread, the worst part about all of this for Lexi was the frustration that she had stored away for the year that she had left him, moved away temporarily to lick her wounds. She hadn't even seen him in a year - let alone sleep with him. But here was the universe trying to shove it back in her face.

"Have you always been this pale?"

In-ho took off his sunglasses as Atticus strode over to his table. He frowned, over-doing the gesture to ensure that the other would see it. "Have you always been this forward?" he asked. He let a pause linger. "And yes, I've always been this pale, clearly my pretty face never struck enough of a cord for you to remember it all these years later."

𝐁𝐎𝐖𝐈𝐄 𝐋𝐘𝐍𝐍: 𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐀

Explanations under the cut.

it’s just fog. what’s the big deal? that was her last thought before heading straight into the thick of it, as confident and fearless as ever. or dumb and reckless, depending on how you looked at it. but this was vancouver and they were right by the water, after all. even sienna could put two and two together, so why were milo and marquis making such a fuss over some stupid condensation?? if it weren’t for all the vodka sodas and tequila shots that she’d been knocking back all night, then maybe she would have realized that perhaps her brothers’ hunter senses had tipped them off that this was no ordinary fog. or maybe she wouldn’t have ignored her own senses warning her of the increased presence of something, well, not human. but as she came to a stop, deep inside the fog, the brunette quickly realized that maybe this wasn’t one of her best ideas.

suddenly feeling like she was being watched like prey by hidden predators, sienna slowly pulled out her phone to call milo, only for the connection to be dropped. “oh, fuck me...” swearing under her breath, she began retracing her steps back to her brother. or really anywhere that wasn’t smack dab in the middle of monster central. spotting a dark figure approaching her, blue eyes squinted to try to make out who it was. “hello...?” she called out hesitantly. “milo? is that you?” no response. “five...?” nothing again. “who’s there?!” letting out a string of curse words, her eyes darted around to find something to defend herself with. it was times like these that she wished she chose function over fashion, or at least picked an outfit that would match her sword. resorting to a rock on the ground, sienna held it up, ready to swing at the first sign of danger. “i’m warning you, i have a weapon! i really don’t feel like getting blood on my new outfit, so don’t make me use it! ...but i will if i have to!”

sunni: atticus

sunni: is there a reason you've been avoiding me?

sunni: i mean, i know i wasn't at work this weekend

sunni: and i've been kind of anti social too

sunni: but that's besides the point

“this was probably one of the sweetest things i’ve heard all day and i really needed it, so thank you, atticus. you’re kind of the bees knees.”