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@halofcrged inquired: ❛ i thought you’d like some company. ❜

&. 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬. ⤷ Accepting!!

Wanda shrugged, not turning to look at the speaker, though she knew exactly who it was based on their voice and presence. The Master Chief was a commanding presence, one Wanda couldn’t ignore even if she tried. She leaned against the railing of the balcony, her arms crossed over one another as her upper body was leaning over it. A cigarette was clenched tightly between her teeth that the filter was dented. “Are you here to keep me company or here to kill me?”

once upon a time, hayden would've felt guilty for the small smile spreading across his lips at the thoughts those particular words bring to his mind. nothing bad. nothing violent ( even if those were a little more common place now ). growing up made him think about those early days with tatum and how hale would try to pull the attention back to himself by climbing a tree or doing something incredibly stupid on his skateboard.

" i'm sorry, " the hound whispers, instead. the blade of his blade digs deep into the flesh of a fuji apple. hayden finds himself captivated with the way the juices spurt up, misting into the air. apples were one of his favorite things, before. so, it wasn't like he was seeing any of this for the first time. coming back made him abundantly aware of all the things he'd been scared of never seeing again. or how, watching the house burn down around him with all the screams of dying pack members had him thinking of the simple things he'd taken for granted at one point.

at that, the smile flattens back into a thin line and all the muscles of his shoulders tighten back up. he's sitting on john's kitchen counter, scant thing that it is, with long legs dangling. rare was the man who was taller than him and hayden had every intention of enjoying all the things that made him feel smaller.

" it makes us who we are, though. life does. shitty and absent as people can be, they make us into us. for that, i am, at least, a little grateful. " another slice frees a wedge from the apple. what once flew into the air now slid over his tongue in a tsunami of crisp sweetness that had the hellhound couldn't help but cherish.

the apothecary was closed to the public while corbin was off taking care of something super secretive. since halston had no musical obligations for the next week until her next scheduled show, she was taking care of the counter for those few select clients who'd be let in regardless of whether the door was locked or not. that meant it was the perfect time to go through all the older books to see if she could find anything that would help with her idea on fae portals.

a tome written in the unseelie language was hidden in corbin's personal collection. since she'd been given permission to use whatever was in the store, the witch didn't think twice before pulling it off the shelf and setting it at the table generally used for tarot readings.

the book opened with an audible pop as something in the energy shifted. every finger tingled at the tip, crawling up her arm like an army of ants. rather than try to shake it off, though, halston tried to ride the wave of energy.

maybe she should've waited for kerrin. or, maybe she should've had corbin unlock the contents. darkness swallowed her whole and she was a five year old sitting in the middle of a ring of mushrooms again.

helloooOOooOoooo little one.....

a hiss that still haunted her nightmares was accompanied by a pair of yellow eyes in the fog. there'd bee a smile and the shine of sharp teeth beneath the moonlight. when it jumped, though, it was a hooded figure that pushed her back onto the hardwood floor of a bar she frequented. the voice was mumbled, deep, and had her heart racing. in the depths of her dream, though, she could hear the repetition of the words found in the last letter. those same yellow eyes peered out from beneath the black cotton hood, holding her down.

and halston screamed.

she jerked awake with enough force to make her stumble out of her chair. the book, candle holders, incense bowl, and several crystals all went flying when the witch accidentally grabbed onto the altar cloth to try and stop the fall she didn't even realize was happening.

if it weren't for large, warm hands engulfing both her cheeks, she probably would've started screaming.

"This isn't the first time I've gone without sleep."

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Wanda shook her head, looking at him. "But you look like you got your ass beat." She stood up from the couch she was sitting in and placed the book she was reading on the coffee table, making her way to the open concept kitchen that was in the middle of the housing floor everyone that stayed in the tower lived in. "Let me prepare you some coffee, maybe that will help you be more lively."