#loetise

@tiderider & @loetise || plotted starter!

  The phone rattled against his ribs, startling him out of his uneasy dozing directly into a flinch. The message waiting for him on the other side of his pin code was brief. A missive that said little more than 'come here' and where to go. Henry, of course, put his feet to the ground and went.

  Ship to ship, Tempest to Roger, was a journey by foot of around fifteen minutes, with no real shortcuts available at the moment. And thank luck for it being that low, as it proved plenty of time for him to think this is taking too long anyhow. More than enough time for him to pick up a sense of foreboding he could not quite place the source of. It went with him all the way up the gangway onto a silent ship, and that only made things worse. He did not doubt that the crew were around in come capacity, keeping watch over the wharf, but they had made themselves so scarce Henry didn't see so much as a stray coattail. Still, he felt eyes. It made the hair on the back of his neck stand up.

  Henry announced himself with a quick cursory knock as he entered. His eyes drew instantly to Allie. Curled into the bunk, she looked small, colorless and frail as a dry leaf on the side of the road. Harry hovered nearby. Henry could feel the tension of him from across the room. Neither of them looked injured - that was, Henry saw no suggestion things had gotten very physical. They did look exhausted, and miserable, the both of them. Allie seemed to be asleep, so for the moment Henry's attention pooled—

@loetise said ❛  i didn't think you'd care so much.  ❜ to uma

allie is hurting. allie is feeling betrayed. allie is suffering the consequences of someone else's actions. allie- sweet, light, airy allie has been forced to confront the darkness she's spent years avoiding. so of course she's not handling it well. and of course, it's not personal, uma knows that. and there was a time that she would have accepted those words as a badge of honour- worn them with pride. i didn't think you'd care. not caring. not feeling. that was the cornerstone of isle life, wasn't it? get too close and someone pays a price. always a high one. so learn not to care.

but uma's never actually been able to stop herself from caring. she got very good at acting, of course, but she's always cared just a little too much. cared what people thought of her (cared about the fish smell in her hair, cared about the nicknames, cared about the jeers); cared about her crew (cared about the bad parents, cared about the bruises, cared about the danger); cared about the isle (cared about the kids, cared about the kids, cared about the kids).

so it...hurts. to have allie so easily believe the lie. it shouldn't. she knows it's not allie's fault, she'd trust a frayed rope to hold her weight. but it still stings. " i thought you knew me better than that, " she says, picking at her nails instead of looking at the fae. " you're part of the crew, allie. " it's so easy to hide behind it, to hide how much it hurts her individually by bringing up the whole. " you're part of our family. " right now it's a touchy subject, but it needs saying. even if allie doesn't want to hear it. even if she's focused heavily on a different kind of family. and maybe that also drives the knife a little deeper. because if allie could spend so long convincing herself that her mom cared about her when she clearly didn't, why is it so hard for her to accept uma does?

allie , @loetise

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@loetise //> That Was Way Too Close

“I like your hiding spot.” -- i don't know where to put her in the tech sandbox yet but this could be funny just for like. modern or desc. she's just talkin like :D even tho the meme context is supposed to be scarey

  Maddy never planned this far ahead. She'd mostly just wanted to get this girl out of that club. Get them both out of that club. Because she was a little more together, but not a lot. And definitely still, also kind of drunk. Drunk, though, was much better condition than the way this girl did not seem to know where she was, or where her friends were -or if she even had any who were out with her? Maddy honestly was unclear on the whole situation other than that they'd both started getting harassed by the same pack of creeps. All she'd been able to think to do about it was this.

  And now, a short train ride away, she had a strange girl in her apartment and... no idea what to do next. She laughed a little, self-conscious. “Uh, thanks. It's like..” Scattered with books she hadn't bothered to put away, and clothes draped over various surfaces. Shoes in the middle of the living room and little bits of hardware laying out just... everywhere. After closing the door behind them, Maddy hastily cleared approximately 45-thousand mugs off the sparse kitchen counter into the sink, wincing at the noise. “A mess. Sorry.”

  There was a fairly cozy little apartment somewhere underneath it all, with plenty of brightly colored cushions and fuzzy blankets, but she imagine it was hard to see under the clutter and cat toys.

the fresh scent of blood bathed the deep woods making the familiar smell of evening dew, wildflowers, and earth, hot and rancid. beneath the silver gleam of moonlight a large beast slowed to a halt, lowering itself to the ground and dragging it's body over the dirt and grass with a haggard breath. when the beast rose again there was the unmistakable smear of blood beneath it's paws.

shaking off the hurt, the animal tested the temporary sealant of dirt, torn grass, leaves and its own blood. the wound was still fresh and he could still feel the searing burn of silver where the bullet had burrowed into his soft tissue, but the sealant held, slowing the bleeding until he could tend to it later.

harry ignored the pain and raced through the forest, sprinting at full speed he paid little mind to his own body as he looped back then forward at random, spreading his scent in disorientating paths through deep terrain, up hill faces, and even across a river. had they been ordinary hunters, harry wouldn't have had to bother but knowing his father, he knew there were fellow lycanthropes among the armed forces that had hit his hunting grounds.

eventually however, the pain and exhaustion caught up to him and he had slowed to a jog, favoring his right side as he picked his way through the woods. it was in that moment the wind shifted and something . . . warm overpowered the stench of blood and sweat. harry followed it, twin pinpricks of icy white eyes in the dark the only evidence of his existence in the pitch black. the scent led him to a small cottage, the smell growing stronger and stranger the closer he approached. it smelt like a hot summers day, as if sunlight had soaked into the very walls and roofing, and there was something else. something beneath the smell of flowers, herbs, fruit, and other homegrown produce.

"there you are," the demon purred, walking through the meadow toward the fairy. they had something for her, a surprise for @loetise tucked behind their back. "i was looking for you," they continued the ruse of pretending not to know where she was at every waking moment. they could sense her, feel her, smell her, taste her. but most of all, they could hear her heartbeat, no matter how far away they were from each other. they could always feel her heartbeat. they could feel it picking up its' pace now, the slow thump thump, thump thump turning into a faster beat of thumpthump. thumpthump. when they stopped in front of her, they leaned down so they could be face to face with her, lips curling into the smile they saved just for her. "give me a kiss, and i'll show you what i have," they bargained, dark eyes dropping to that pretty little mouth of hers.