#ivorytowerstarter

Without even waiting for her reply, Wesley made his way to Rebecca’s room. Although he’d never admit it, he was almost nervous to let her see the non-hostile side to him. Being without Poppy had taken its toll on him, making him rather exhausted and less aggressive. He’d still attack if he needed to, but right now, he was too lazy to release his inner monster so with a few seconds, the empath was going to meet the disgustingly not-mean vampire; the real Wesley. He knocked at the door once, maybe twice? And then lent on the door frame, waiting for the girl to answer and when she did, he frowned just the slightest. “You hungry?”

Charlotte: so I don't know if you can hear that seriously loud thunderstorm right now but it's scaring the crap out of me. Send help.

Charlotte: how the heck do they even get underground storms?

Blair wondered through the forrest, the sun was due to rise in an hour or more a bit more but with her backpack strapped to her back she set off to find her way out of ivory tower. She hummed a soft angelic tune, as if she was warning anyone else in the forrest that she was there. The last thing she wanted was for a vampire or wolf to come and rip her apart just as she would step of the boundary line.