#leviath-an

(trisha only)

(Went a bit wild with Trisha’s by accident and ended up writing a small fic instead so i’m putting it under a ‘read more’. In my defense, i was left unsupervised with Trisha’s playlist and the knowledge that she has the Flashback Flaw-)

(( Great question. When he was younger, more full of fire, he would say that he’d never consider doing anything but hunting, but avenging his family. All the anger and grief was fresh, then, and he rose through the ranks to Gladius Dei membership fairly fast. 

There is only so much time he has left before hunting will become physically impossible, and while he does want to slow down, he also does not want to waste that time. After all, he still has unfinished business. He has done this for so long that going back to civilian life is difficult, and at this point he doesn’t think he can do so. 

(( honestly hazel doesn't expect much, just freedom. maybe some pals too. but really her decision to go to LA was mostly on a whim and because she loved going to the movies when she was alive.

(AU memory)

“I wish you wouldn’t smoke those.”

He glances over at her, and he takes the cigarette out, stubbing it against the brick column that marks the gated entrance to the Gardens. “Sorry, doll. Won’t happen again.” The smell bothers her; he knows that. Usually if he smokes, he tries to do it after seeing her.

She sighs. “It’s okay. I mean, it can’t kill us, right?”

“Hasn’t killed me yet.” He raises his stubbed-out cigarette to her. “Aren’t you cold out here? It’s November.” Her arms are wrapped around herself, and that lacy number she insisted on wearing isn’t doing her any favors.

Erin smiles. “Oh, I’m fine! Really! I wanted to come out and talk more.”

He sighs, and leans forward to shrug his jacket off. “Wish you’d wear something a little warmer, Er. Here.”

He leans around her and drapes his jacket around her shoulders. Her eyes widen, almost imperceptibly, when his hands linger a little too long at her arms. Nick bites his bottom lip, and takes a step back. His touch is a little too warm to be dead. He knows that, too.

He could warm her up.

Nick shakes off the thought. No need to make this any weirder for her than it already is.

But it looks like she might have had a similar train of thought, because she takes a step closer. “Wow – you’re really warm,” she laughs, her breath hitching. “Um, this jacket must be really good…”

“Warmer than what you’ve got on,” he murmurs. What possesses him, he can’t imagine, but he reaches up to touch her cheek. She looks up at him, and her lips part in surprise. But she doesn’t pull back, or bat his hand away.