#heldpeace

𝐡𝐞  𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬  𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝  𝐚  𝐟𝐞𝐰  𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬  𝐚𝐬  𝐡𝐞        steps  into  the     horribly  lit     hallway.    he  knew  he     shouldn’t  be  awake     at  this  time  in  the  morning  but  he  couldn’t  stay  asleep  once  he  managed  to  drift  away.    spencer  yawned  deeply  before  going  up  to  the  door  across  the  way  &  knocking.    what  were  the  chances  of  someone  being  up  behind  this  door?        roughly  a  35%  chance      due  to  it  being  nearly  6  a.m.  but  it  was  a  chance  he  was  willing  to  take.    he  needed  something  else  to  read  other  than  the  same  5  books  over  &  over  or  maybe     engage  in  some  conversation     while  they  walked  to  the  coffee  shop.    was  the  coffee  shop  even     going  to  be  open     at  this  time?

𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫  𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐮𝐝𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐲  𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐚’𝐬  𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬  𝐭𝐨  𝐠𝐨  𝐭𝐨          the  nightclub  called  lux ,  spencer  found  himself  at  the  bar  performing  a  magic  trick  to  get  a  free  drink.    was  it  his  sixth  drink ?       tenth ?       he  couldn’t  remember.       all  he  knew  was  that  his  fingers  were     numb  &  he  wasn’t  thinking.    he  found  a  way  to     shut  his  brain  up     &  he  wasn’t  about  to  have  it  start  again  anytime  soon.    although ,  there  was  an  alarm  buzzing  at  the  back  of  his  mind ,  trying  to  get  his  attention.    he  screwed  his  face  up ,  ignoring  it  &  focused  at  the  magic  trick.    a     quick  sleight  of  hand  &   POOF !    gasps  &  thunderous  applause  erupted  around  him ,  causing  him  to  flinch  at  the     sudden  noise.       smiling  brightly ,  he  turned  towards  the  bartender  &  ordered  a  drink.    in  the  waiting  period ,  he  turned  in  a  small  circle ,  trying  to  look  for  lila.    she  was  right  next  to  him  a  minute  ago.          right ?          with  furrowed  eyebrows ,  he  lifts  himself  up  onto  his  toes  before  circling  again ,  keeping  an  eye  out  for  her.       no.       somewhere ,  panic  set  in  in  the  back  of  his  mind  which  forced  him  to  pull  out  his  phone      ---        DRINK  WAS  READY.       he  swirled  quickly  to  the  counter ,  nearly  lost  balance ,  &  grabbed  his  drink.    he  thanked  the  bartender  &  took  a  long  drink  from  it.    he  didn’t  remember  calling  hotch  but  when  he  realized  his  phone  was  in  his  hand ,  he  noticed  that  his  phone  was  on  a  call.

❝     which  one’o’you     motherfuckers     snnnnitched  on  me  to  my   MOM ?!     ❞                              he  yelled ,  looking  at  his  phone  screen  that  had      ‘  AARON  HOTCHNER  ’      displayed  brightly.    he  squinted  as  he  stumbled  his  way  over  to  a     quieter  part          (  good  luck   )        of  the  nightclub.    he  didn’t  call  hotch.    why  would  he  call  hotch ?    there  was  no  need.      ---            wait.    where  was    . . .                                 ❝     hullo ?    hotch-ch !    how’r’you ?     ❞                              he  asked ,  slurring  words  &  interrupting  giggles.    he  counted  his  steps  as  he  slowly  walked  in  a  circle ,  holding  one  arm  out  for     balance.       shit ,  the  alcohol  really  was     too  much     tonight.    it  hit  harder  than  any  other  night  prior.    the  drunken  mess  shook  his  head ,  nearly  throwing  himself  off  balance  once  again ,  before  shuffling  over  to  the  wall  to  lean  against.                               ❝     hey ,  hey ,  hey.       lissssten  here ,    sir.    m’not  drunk ,  ‘kay ?    m’perfectly  fine  &    . . .       perfectly  fine     &  th-th-th-thriving ,  okay ?    however ,  i  don’    . . .    i  don’t  know  where  she  is.    i  think  sh-she’s  just  gone.    murdered-eded ?          plausibility.        but  hey !    you  should  c’down  here !    i  can  get  you  free drinks !!     ❞                              spencer  ended  the  sentence  with  a  small      ‘  woohoo  ’      before  falling  into  a  fit  of  laughter.    man ,  whatever  drink  he  had  last  was  really  kicking  in.    another ?    yeah.

PHONE PRESSED AGAINST HER EAR, she hadn’t noticed the presence of the most important person, aaron hotchner. phones were ringing off the h o o k, not to mention her own, personal cell phone. maybe giving out her card wasn’t THE BEST IDEA. to feel as if she had h e l p e d in some way - jj did, she had such a good heart beneath her chest. at any sign of trouble that SHE CAUSED, it broke her into a million pieces. hotch always knew how to bring her back to reality. when she finally got off, piercing blue eyes motioned toward h i m. 

wide smile dashed across her lips, “HOTCH ??” words were full of excitement despite the melancholy feel about the room. “i can’t believe you’re here---” placing her cell down before jogging over to him, “it’s a good thing, we could REALLY USE YOU !!” shaking her head as her arms wrapped around him, delicate eyes shutting as she finally let out a sigh of relief. “my life has never been more hectic especially in such a small town, where a lot of people know each other !!” shaking her head as it landing against his shoulder, feeling relief in the arms of her superior. 

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gone were the days where people travelled with carriages or on plain horseback ; gone were the days of candle as a light source, a new dawn had awoken in the world. as it had done many times before, and surely would continue to do so long after even his own expiration date. oh, how he craved the kiss of death from the moment before his time with his maker, before he himself had become death itself. everything he had touched, loved, nurtured had all crumbled within his cold fingers. and yet he could not help but continue to cling to life as though fear trickled through his entire being. eternally blessed with damnation and a seeding despise for all that had happened. that was his curse ; feeling everything and nothing all at the same time without so much as a hint to it. eyes forever holding secrets to which another would not bare and he would not dare place it upon, for this was his and his only to bare.

louis could not help but grimace at the feeling of having the sun shine upon his still marble like features which showed a tough exterior. when he talked though, apparently the only way to which one could see his humanity through the features was when he talked. the lines forming upon his skin to show movement rather than the stillness that was his everlasting portrait. a hand raised to block out the brightness while taking a few steps towards what looked to be shade. not realizing that it was, in fact, the entrance to a garden on what people had called the school grounds: hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. how foolish those words sounded when rolled off the tongue, but it did not do well to doubt it’s existence. for he was also part of legends, the thing’s humans talked about in the corners of their room and walking about dark alleys at night. who was he to doubt the existence or even the mere possibility of more ??

❝    now  that  i  can  remember   ---    ❞            his  hands  instinctively  follow  soft  spoken  words .    it’s  just  the  two  of  them  at  the  moment ,   &   he  doesn’t  have  anything  to  try   &   write .   if  she  can  understand  his  signs  he  simply  hopes  she’ll  speak  up   &    if  not  then  he’ll  simply  have  to  leave  his  comfort  zone .           ❝    i  think  i  like  fables  from  here  more  than  the  ones  from  home .   ❞             being  the  ones  the  fables  were  about  didn’t  help .