#laurel1

when: friday, july 10th. 9am

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          --- The news of someone from Laurel’s coven being murdered has definitely not gone unnoticed by Santiago, but this week has got him by his leg and every time he felt like he was going to have a moment to talk to her, something else would come up. Finally, since he’d worked overtime during the weekend with the task force and the search parties, the precinct had given him Friday off, so he had a long weekend ahead of him. One he would love to spend next to this one person in particular, but all in due time.

He texted Laurel, agreeing to meet her at Memorial Park to check in on how she was doing. He’d be a wreck if something like that had happened to one of his wolves, so he could only imagine how she was feeling. He recognized her from behind, her scent reaching his nostrils with ease due to the wind. “Laurel.” Santi called her as he approached her, his hand touching her arm in a brief motion before pulling her into a tight hug. “I’m sorry, nena.” He sighed, rubbing her back in a gentle and soothing manner. “I’m sorry you’re going through all of this.” He switched to Spanish whenever he and Laurel met, or whenever his mother was present. “How are you holding up?”

when: july 17, evening 

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          --- After some back and forth with texting, Sara finally left her place, bringing a backpack with some clothes with her. She stopped by the liquor store to buy some wine, as well as the grocery shop nearby to buy some cheese, crackers and ice cream for their girls night in. Once she had everything they had agreed on having, she drove straight to Laurel’s apartment and pulled into the other woman’s driveway. It wasn’t that far from MJ’s house, so if anything, she could stop by her unni’s place in the morning to invite her for some coffee.

Sara smiled when Laurel came to the door, leaning in as she threw one arm around the taller woman in a light embrace. “Thank goodness you stopped me from buying more cheese, otherwise we’d have a night of cheese and cheese.” She chuckled, stepping further into Laurel’s place when allowed, and leaving her shoes by the door. “Do you like Cabernet Sauvignon? The bottles were at a reasonable price, so I thought---why not? How was your week?” Although they had only talked briefly about what had happened, Sara knew of the witch that had passed and how she was part of Laurel’s coven, so of course, she felt for the other woman.

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               — Since their first attempt to catch up had been interrupted by a personal issue on Laurel’s end Hansa decided to reach out once they were out and about during Founders’ Day. Whether Laurel was busy or not, that was up for the other woman to say. Luckily, she agreed on joining Hansa that evening, so that was something else to look forward to... aside from going out and seeing people, of course.

They had settled on something simple for the night, a Mia Wallace costume, which--was not exactly one of their favorite characters, but it was an easy costume to come up with short notice. The wig was slightly bothersome, but it was okay.

She agreed on meeting with Laurel by the maze entrance, and upon noticing the other brunette approaching, Hansa waved, offering her a smile.

“Hey! You look nice. How are you? Hopefully no emergencies tonight?”

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          — Full moons had been easer these last few months, at least Sofia could say she's had that to be grateful for, but with Corn Moon drawing near and it also being a Blue Moon, the Alpha was planning ahead already because the last thing she needed was to have her pack involved with anything dangerous regarding the full moon. So yes, while planning had never been her way of going on about life, Sofia had learned that in order for things to work, she needed to be a planner and a doer. 

When Laurel texted her, asking if they could meet, of course Sofia said yes. With their packed schedules, adult life had proved it to be difficult to meet as often as they used to, but oh well... they made it work. With wine in the fridge, Sofia stepped under the shower and then changed into more comfortable clothes to wait for her friend, which also gave her the chance to order something for them to eat.

The doorbell rang and she welcomed her friend with a tight hug. “I feel like I haven’t seen you in so long. Come on in. How are you?” She waved Laurel further into her house. “There’s a bottle of red and a bottle of rose in the fridge, which one would your like us to start with?” It was easy to step down from her post as an Alpha and act ‘normal’ around Laurel... especially since her friend understood being responsible for others like Sofia was. “Do you want to start off by telling me what you wanted to tell me or do you want to tell me what’s been going on in your life these days?”

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          — It wasn’t that Hansa was nervous about seeing Laurel again, but a heads up would have been nice. You know: “you’re moving to Astoria, so you might bump into an old ex of yours” sort of heads up, instead of reading her name as the owner of that place when she was doing her research on one of the head dancers of Sol Dance Studio... and Hansa’s reason for being there in the first place.

Maybe it was just her luck that the Times had assigned her on these entertainment pieces, otherwise, she doubted she would have been able to spot the beautiful place she was now standing in, eyes nervously looking around in hopes to find that one person. Now, that didn’t mean she was relapsing... too much time had passed between then and now and Hansa had been able to find love and lose love a couple of times more after Laurel... but it made the brunette wonder if her ex was okay.

After the interview was done, the dancer offered to take Hansa on a tour around the studio, which, the reporter gladly accepted. She heard Laurel’s name being called in the middle of a goodbye and turned around, in hopes not to let the younger woman see her face, however, as clumsy and nervous as she was, Hansa ended up making too much fuss about it, which of course caught the attention of the dancer she’d been there to interview in the first place, who asked if Han was okay and then proceeded to call Laurel over and talk about the piece that was going to be made about her. 

Well... nothing was lost in the universe. 

“Hey... Laurel.” Hansa cleared her throat, but offered a smile anyway. It didn’t matter. She shouldn’t be weird. The second time she spoke, Hansa sounded much more confident and genuine. “It’s really nice to see you again.”