#mistbled

while hansa knew sorcha was a shifter, she was still surprised when seeing the other in portum. of the people she'd met on the road, there was less than a handful that meant something to the gorgon. somehow sorcha had wormed her way in and their similarities that drew them in also pushed them apart. she was at least glad the other held no animosity and they could be friends again. she waits at the bar of the old haunt, sipping whatever they have on tap while she waits for sori to get off of work so they could hang out. ❝ where do you wanna go? are we having a wild night or a tame one? ❞ it was pretty annoying that as she was enjoying having everything she didn't know she wanted, the town was on disaster watch — and so was she.

sasha had some time between when they got out of work and when they were supposed to meet tamara, but knowing how distracted they could get, found themselves waiting on the steps near the school, scrolling through their old friends' social media pages. none had posted much since they disappeared though. still mourning, probably. they sigh and look up when their hearing picks up some footsteps in the distance and they notice the agathion. a half demon, half angel. they couldn't really think about it, a crazy thing to try accept. ❝ have a good class?, ❞ the vampire asks when getting up and closing some distance. they missed school. or something that felt normal. maybe that's why they enjoyed spending so much time with tamara, the butterflies felt around them a reminder that they still felt human things — not just bloodlust and sadness.

it was yong sun's turn to bring the drinks and on the warm summer day, he had them made iced, mouth lifting slightly when spotting the young dragon in the distance. as he neared them, the sounds of trickling water grew to a steadier flow and he settled into a spot on some rocks while handing the other dragon their drink. a bit more humid than he likes, a result of the moisture near the stream, sunni rolls up his sleeves, sipping his cold drink for relief. sometimes it was like this; sloane didn't seem to mind sunni's quiet demeanor. but other times he was met with their curiosity, both always welcome.

charvitha wasn't sure she ever had a friend like beatrice. or real friends in general. most of her relationships were transactional, whether the person knew it or not. and yet here she was with no other goal than to enjoy a night out with the phoenix. bisma had a sitter and fang; she was safe for the night and the siphon could relax a little. a foreign concept to her but she often found herself not wanting to say no to tris, one who she only kept the truly horrible things from. even then, sometimes she thought 'maybe she'll understand'. ❝ give me your phone so i can set a reminder for you to come get a hangover cure when you wake up from making us drink too much. ❞

the soccer ball is easily moved between his feet while walking, heading to the park after work. he hears a voice and turns, recognizing one of his favorite marks people to lift from. she made it so easy, always trying to feed him peanuts. but benny keeps walking, ignoring the calls until she catches up. ❝ no hablo ingles, ❞ he says, bouncing the ball up into his hands and tucking it under his arm. ❝ scuse me, ❞ with no accent as he walks around her, making his lie even more obvious.

“Sorry  but  not  sorry  to  bother  you  at  work, princess,  but,”  Cam  starts,  bouncing  on  their  tippy  toes  as  they  make  their  way  to  Lian.  “Don't  you  KINDA  own  this  town  or  whatever?  A  lot  of  people  have  been  coming  into  Envy  going  hard  because  they're  worried  about  what's  going  on.”  Was  the  witchwolf  worried?  They  usually  had  an  escape  route  –  so  to  them  worry  was  futile.  They  could  leave  Portum  anytime  they  wanted,  knowing  they'd  exercise  their  right  to  do  so  was  mentally  freeing  from  all  this  mess.  “Anyways,  did  you  have  fun  at  the  bonfire?  I  BARELY  remember  shit.”