#jared responds

@acourtcfmuses

“Yeah.” Jared agreed dully, shoving his hands in his pockets. A thousand biting comments were poised on the tip of his tongue, but his cousin’s funeral wasn’t the time or the place to let them fly. The hunter wouldn’t do that to his uncle. Chris was already going through enough without his nephew starting a fistfight in the middle of the viewing.

Allison’s death wasn’t the werewolf’s fault. However much Jare might want to blame Scott for it, deep down he knew the choice to fight had been Allison’s and the boy loved her in his own way. But God, the McCall alpha was right about one thing - this sucked. He wanted his younger cousin back. “Yeah, it does.”

@acourtcfmuses

Despite Lydia’s half-hearted complaint, the hunter couldn’t bring himself to look at her. If he glanced her way, Jared was sure he was going to start laughing again the second their eyes met. Which would no doubt anger the redhead, as it would only end up setting her off all over again. Something he’d prefer to avoid if possible, because an angry Lydia Martin was a scary one.

“Desole, petite,” the Argent offered half-heartedly to the banshee. His tone very much suggested he didn’t actually mean it, and Jare bit the inside of his to keep the laughter at bay as he snuck a peek in her direction.

@kookheiress

“Should I…be concerned?” The hunter questioned, tone unsure as he slid his arms around his girlfriend. Jared had never doubted Emma’s feelings for him. Even when they had been hiding their relationship, it had been obvious to those that knew them well that they had feelings for each other. So this…well, it was a bit out of the blue for Jare’s taste. Worryingly so, really. “Did Stiles come up with some crazy plan involving you that I’m really not going to like again?”

@cosmicjest

“Ouais, Ally. I’m sure.” Jared agreed, reflexively moving to duck beneath the punch his cousin sent flying his way. “It’s been a while,” he began as he side-stepped yet another blow and dropped low, leg kicking out in an attempt to sweep her off her feet. “Since I’ve gotten to spar with a partner I trust besides Oncle Chris.”

@lupaeus

“Non, petite. I assure you we have not taken a wrong turn,” Jared soothed as he led her around the corner and onto yet another narrow street filled with historic looking apartment buildings. “Not every place in Paris is meant for tourists, oisillon. Some secrets must be left for the rest of us, oui?”

@lupaeus

Fingers stilling on the keys of his laptop at the sound of his girlfriend’s voice, Jared glanced up from the screen in order to give Emma his full attention as she spoke. “As you wish, oisillon,” the hunter agreed with a slight nod, cheekily alluding to the movie they had watched earlier as he closed his laptop and rose to offer her a hand. “Shall we?”

@lcstinfantasy

On some level, the hunter wanted to argue. He knew far too much about the sort of nightmarish creatures that dwelt in the dark to ever truly rest easy. But Dallas also made a good point; few of them were capable of getting into a locked house in the name of vengeance. "You're right," Jared sighed as he rose from his place on the couch. "It was just a close call tonight, is all."

@lupaeus

“Em…” Jared began, looking pained as he dropped his shirt to the bed. “You know I have to go,” the hunter said gently. “If I could stay I would, oisillon. Mais…” His uncle needed him. Losing Allison on top of everyone else they had already lost recently was just too much. “Famille is important,” he whispered as he resumed packing. “Forgive me for leaving you, petite. But my instincts have never steered me wrong, and right now they say I need to be with Oncle Chris.”

The man was drowning in his grief, and Jare couldn’t shake the feeling the older hunter might just do something stupid if he didn’t get on the next flight. Which absolutely terrified Jared, as he couldn’t stand the idea of losing what little he had left and Chris was in no state to be alone. “I’ll call you when I land, alright?”