#hcatherns

Nico: Soooo ... did you enjoy the show?

Nico: I hope you didn't mind my endless staring at you all night. You looked amazing tonight.

there was no doubt in his mind that nico had made the right decision about going on the tour. of course his team and his girlfriend had begged him not to. that would take the attention away from their relationship, god forbid. it had been ten months of doing things her way and now he was finally beginning to stick up for himself. even doing the meet and greets the exact way he wanted, a more casual feel to it. not just a picture and get the fuck out of my face. nico had decided to invite his fans to have a pre show party with him. pizza, snacks, and of course one on one time with him. he was seated on a couch where people would get to come and chat with him. some were so nervous and only stayed for a minute, others he got to talk to for a while. he got to learn about his fans which is what he loved the most, knowing they had thought he forgot and put his relationship ahead of them. he points at the two girls approaching him. “sisters -- you’ve got to be sisters.” he teases as he stands up and offers a hug to both of them. “whose older?” he asks with a grin.

delilah sat on the floor of the living room. being a weekend she knew her dad was out golfing this early in her morning and judging by the car being gone she knew that it was just her and her step sister in the house. lilah could have jogged upstairs and woke her step sister up herself, but face it. she was stubborn and hard to get. rushing into the girls arms was just to easy. she heard the shower start up, knowing lydia was awake. delilah is quick to pull out her phone, opening snapchat as she records a video biting her lip. “you really wanna clean off before i’ve even gotten you dirty?” she’s quick to lift her shirt up showing that she isn’t wearing a bra yet, her pierced nipples poking out. the same ones her dad would kill her if he knew about. lilah finishes the video by giggling and lowering her shirt, already feeling damp from the thought of her sisters footsteps coming down the stairs.

It had been a night like any other so far. She had gone to work, went to the bar after, and now, Lindsey was headed home. Home. She was so happy to finally be able to call somewhere home. For nearly her entire life, she’d been in the foster system. Now that she was out, she’d met some people like her in her travels: hunters. Protectors of peace between species. These were the good guys she’d always dreamed of meeting. Other hunters who wanted to protect every innocent life, not just humans. She was headed to their house now. She was glad to be done with the day and have a safe place to lay her head.

However, as she walked from the bar down the road, she felt some… Strange presence. She looked around, but nothing seemed off. She had wanted to hail a cab. But now, she was afraid she was in danger. The last thing she wanted was to endanger a cab driver. So, she slipped off her heels, and dug through her bag for her flats, deciding she would just walk. The house wasn’t that far. And she was quite likely to run across someone from her ‘clan’ as she walked. There seemed to be a lot of them.

      “hey, uh, welcome!” oliver greeted the customer from behind the counter, a gentle wave being sent over to them. “what can i get you?” 

          he was high as HELL, to say the least. i mean, it was no surprise if you knew him. such a pure facade that possessed an interior torn to shreds. it was unhealthy and not to mention highly emotionally and mentally draining — but that’s the only part he really enjoyed. family and getting high; his two main priorities followed by sex, a lil’ booze and joanna, of course ( despite their rocky relationship ). regardless, he cares for her; that’s what matters. “hey, joanna? can you pass me another joint? thanks, babe.” he spoke, tongue clicking as he sends a wink over to the girl. “you know, i was thinking of givin’ you a nickname.. joan is the only thing i’ve got, though — and it kind of makes you sound like an old lady.”