#kindofuneven

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You remind me of Stefan. All the ability to be a murderer but all the heart to hate yourself for the thought. I think it's that in you that draws me to you. The softness you cling to, the softness I wasn't able to keep for myself. You dream of a better world where your loved ones are safe from the dangers that lurk all the while including yourself in that mix. It isn't true. The only thing dangerous about you is how much you care.

"Kind of wondering if your breed of werewolf can bite me.... you know.... just in case."

" he didn't even recognize us ! " it's not said with offense – well, maybe a little offense – but mostly confusion. a friend of the groom : the vincent davenport, artist manager extraordinaire might she add, looked them in the eye & asked for their names. he really meant it, too ! she could tell he wasn't trying to crack a joke – the haha, what do you guys know about being in the public eye ?? wink-wink kind. there was no wink-wink. the crinkle between her eyebrows deepens as she watches him waltz off to the dance floor, glass of champagne in hand lifted to her mouth so she can at least pretend glossed lips aren't parted in total shock. one dainty sip later, she exhales a breath & turns her gaze to scott. " it's official – we're yesterday's news. the horror movie writes itself ! " the joke would land better if there wasn't a smidge of genuine distress in her eyes at the thought.

she can think of one thing concerning them that is totally shiny & new, though. the status of their relationship comes to mind. & suddenly, she's smiling like a school girl with a crush ! nervous just because he's near. she'd act cool & overthink silently as the girl bible dictates if she knew how, but words bubble to the surface before she can stop them. " this isn't strange for you, is it ? " daphne steps in front of him, searching his eyes. " i know it wasn't when we were supposed to come here as friends, but now we're- well, we're more, & gwen is asking you all these questions & this place is... " it's like cupid threw up in here – she loves it. still, " is it... too much too soon ? did i make it weird ? "

willow finds scott sitting on the front porch steps, shoulders slumped forward, hands hanging loose between his knees.

she pauses a few feet away, watching him for a moment.

he looks tired — not the kind that sleep fixes, but the kind that settles in when you’ve been holding too much for too long.

after a beat, she sits beside him and pulls her notebook from her backpack, flipping to a clean page. the paper rests against her thigh as she writes, careful and neat. when she’s done, she nudges his elbow lightly so he knows to look, then holds the notebook out.

Jelly drank something with WAY too much caffeine. I think she's going to spin in circles on the trampoline until the stars are in the sky, or she throws up. Or maybe both.

willow watches his face as he reads, the way it softens just a little, then she takes the notebook back and adds another line, slower this time.

You have your mom’s eyes. People probably tell you that a lot.

there’s a pause, then she looks up at him and switches to signing, lips moving along with her hands.

Nico's eyebrows bunch at the progression of fear Scott's seen. "That means the fear is being used, manipulated," he can't help but point out, but probably the werewolf already knows that. Nico has some experience with Fear seeing as it's something that comes with the territory of the Underworld, but his power is nothing compared to this, even at his most powerful or least well controlled. And he can't help but mentally flicker through what he knows of the monsters or even gods that bring fear.

There's Taraxippus of course, but they tend to be rather small fry, getting a start on horse racetracks back in the day and largely being confined to similar sporting realms. Even the one or two that Nico's met that have gotten creative typically focus on a single person rather than a full town. Then of course there's the twin gods Phobos and Deimos, sons of Ares themselves, and Nico hopes they're not involved. He would expect their influence to be even greater than a town, and usually they're tied with some type of war, so unless there's some war raging here that Nico's not aware of, he prays it's not then.

Then again, an entire war happened in Manhattan underneath the noses of all the mortals so maybe it's not so out of the question.

"Do you know who's causing it?" Or maybe the better question is what. And the answer comes quickly enough as Nico nods along. He's not familiar with this creature, so at least it's not from his side of things, and at least it's not twin fear gods.