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After spending some time in Stella’s home, and Damon getting a little tired of feeling looked down upon, the pair decided that they could move to a more neutral place. They found a decent sized home that was still within the city, but not in the posh neighborhood that they had been in before. They made sure to get two bedrooms, that way if they decided to start sharing a room, they could use the second bedroom as a guest room. 

Damon walked around the house, taking everything in after they picked up the keys and dropped off a few boxes of their things. He ran a hand through his hair before leaning against the counter in the kitchen. “What do you think? I know it’s not luxury, but I think it’s better than what I had before our wedding bliss.” he partially joked.

It wasn’t terribly often that Jeremiah brought his work home ... but this time? This time had to be the exception. Feeling the weight of what he had to discuss with Stella settling on his shoulders as he came into their home they shared, his expression certainly showed just how tired he felt, his lips settled in a semi grim line as he already worked to loosen the tie he had been wearing that day. Seeing Stella though ... that always made things better no matter what happened ... and yet again this was one of the few exceptions as he felt a sense of cold dread curling in his gut at the potential of what could happen to her. 

Marcos was growing a little frustrated. He couldn’t believe how much his brother and the other Olympians had completely screwed him and themselves. If he couldn’t win his wife back they all knew that it would mean war, and he didn’t care if he would win, so long as he took a chunk out of them. But he wasn’t going to give up, not anytime soon, even though he could feel himself growing weak from being away from his true home. He sighed a little as he paid for the flowers, running his fingers through his hair.

He was exactly on time for his appointment with her. His Persephone. Stella, as she was known on the damned surface of the world. He walked up to the front desk of her office and told the person behind the desk that he was there to meet Stella. He hid the flowers behind his back as he turned to wait for her. He beamed when he saw her, holding out the flowers to her. “These are for you, Stella”

This moment was not something that Aubrey thought that she would find herself involved in, very aware of the fact that her German Shepard was doing her best to stay between her owner and the trio of larger men that were doing a damn fine job in herding her into an ally way. That certainly didn’t stop her fear, however, the skin at her neck visibly jumping with just how hard her heart was thundering in her chest. With her skin several shades more pale than it should be, the relative dark that the night had cast the city under was enough to make her stand out a bit more than she typically did as the men made their demands for her purse. 

Handing it over without so much as a single hesitation, she made the mistake of handing it over with her left hand, her engagement ring glittering in what little bit of light there was still ... but it was enough to catch the attention of one of the men. “Now how bout that ring,” he spoke, his voice low and dangerous ... 

And would soon find out that this woman was far more stubborn than she might seem. Immediately covering her hand with the other, she looked between the three of them with her eyes as wide as can be, trembling with a faint whimpering sound that would be drowned out by the snarls and growls of her service dog. “No...!” repeating this several times as the men’s body’s grew more aggressive in nature, one ripped the leash from her hands, only causing the sounds the dog made to increase to vicious barking, the man having quite the hard time in keeping the dog from full on attacking ...

It wasn’t often he was called to leave the country while working a job but his client, a Miss Stella Wells was quite lovely and besides--he’d never been to London before.

Besides, it might do well to have a change of pace. 

They hadn’t been able to meet as schedules were conflicting but he had spoken to her over the phone to arrange their meeting. 3B, that’s the seat stated on his ticket.

And that was exactly where she would find him, sitting comfortably after he’d stowed his carry on in the overhead compartment. He folded the newspaper he’d been reading briefly, and set it aside to stand, offering her a warm smile.

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There are few things that change a persons face. Their laugh lines that land alongside their nose and down to the corners of their lips. The fine lines that crinkle on the edge of their eyes when they yawn or laugh. The brow lines that contract when they’re confused or upset. The way their flesh clings to their cheeks and jaw when they cheer or frown.... 

All these things he had memorized when it came to them. The person he’d, at one point, called his and only his. The person who could tell him to jump and he’d ask how high. 

And yet, this person wasn't supposed to be back in his life ever again. The odds of it happening were minuscule. Or so he’d thought. 

There they stood... laugh lines the slightest bit more defined, and eyes just as wide and bright as when they’d been younger. Their existence was making his heart clench because they were mere footsteps away and he couldn’t bring himself to breach them and get closer. 

There was a wall dividing them. One thicker than just a cold and sudden breakup. Something deeper than a simple sorry could not fix. 

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Mystery had been in New York two weeks and settling was rather difficult when main priorities were yet to be taken care of. Her car needed a tune up at the very least and she wasn’t going to just trust her car to any random stranger. The search for a good garage had started the moment she arrived. Every good place costed an arm and a leg with a mechanic whose reputation was questionable. Stumbling across a small garage with prices she’d have no qualms paying and a mechanic who seemed solid.