#post event.

for: @vanessagable

location: all in one It’s never not going to be comforting, reaching to switch the open sign on the door to closed. He likes his job at the shop, he thinks it’s different, it keeps him connected to the community. Emory would like to think he was easy going, but it’d taken a lot of effort to appear positive the last couple of weeks. Any place with a high concentration of supernaturals was going to be strange, have some incidents here and there, but in recent months, being in the city had been a lot. Whatever he had going on with Micah, his reconciliation with Emma, Lain’s betrayal, helping August out, his personal life was a mess now. The store’s stability was something to look forward to, but with it closed, he didn’t have much left to do before going home to the emptiness of his place. “I’ll put the quartz towers back.” Stepping away from the door, he looks to Abel who's already pulled the drawer from the register. “Tourist brought up maybe six of them and decided none of them were good enough.” @abelczarlinski​ 

He can’t believe any of it had even taken place. If he weren’t seeing the blood and dirt wash off of his skin and swirl down the drain, he thinks he could just pretend it was all a dream. He thinks about Flora, he thinks about Lain, he thinks about Val in the bedroom. Anton has seen a lot of things, he turns into half a wolf, but what had transpired, the way he’d watched mere mortals just shift into something monstrous…His fingers slide through his hair and then he’s turning off the water and stepping out of the shower. Nothing really feels real until he’s toweled off and sitting on the edge of the bed in his sweats. “How are you doing?” His voice is quiet as he sits there with his elbows on his knees and he looks over to Val on the bed. @ouchval​

No sign of him in the library on the floor which wasn’t entirely uncommon, but it felt almost ominous. A sinking feeling filled his gut as he quietly made his way to the back offices. They were all too familiar and that guilt that he’d felt that day he’d sunk his fangs into Gabriel returned. He was still on thin fucking ice, they hadn’t spoken since that day in the market, but he needed to see him. Jamie needed to see him alive and unharmed for the sake of his own sanity. If Gabriel wanted to insult him again and send him on his way, that was fine, he deserved it, he could handle it. It was with some kind of fucked up nostalgia that he knocked on one of the closed office doors. There’d been a time that he’d been excited to be back in the office areas, afternoons spent playfully snarking at each other between kisses that he’d long ago told himself didn’t mean anything. And they didn’t, but that didn’t mean he didn’t hold some affection for the cubi, that he didn’t somehow remind him of home just a bit, of the best parts of his sire. He counted down from ten and there wasn’t a response but he could hear the heartbeat on the other side of the door, knew he was there and he wasn’t going to leave until he had some sort of physical proof. “It’s me, Gabe. We din have tae talk, jus’ wanted tae see ye.” @gabrielxnikephoros​

“Ava?” She’d been borderline dissociating as she bussed tables, it’d taken her a moment to realize it was the young Vidalis at the corner table of AnxieTea. Books were strewn on the table, some kind of homework, and among it, a mug of tea that looked half drank. Straightening herself and tossing the rag she’d used to wipe down the adjacent table into the pocket of her apron, Winter’s brow furrowed as she looked to her fellow witch. She wasn’t much younger than her, she knew that much about the Vidalis family. They’d had run ins before, Ava always came off as sweet but studious and after a crisis like the storm, she must have fallen right back into her routine. She couldn’t say she blamed her, the return to normalcy was needed. @avxvidalis​

It still didn't feel familiar, but at least he didn’t feel like he was intruding upon her home this time. Even if Leighton could sleep, he didn’t think he’d be able to. She’d been healed, she was fine, she was resting, and yet he found himself going back and forth between sitting at her bedside and pacing her living room. He couldn’t go back to his flat yet, couldn’t face Hippolyta beyond an “I love you, I’ll be home soon” text and then he’d turned his phone off like a coward. It wasn’t the smartest thing to do and it was off for maybe all of thirty minutes before he worried that Thomas might need him, shot off a text asking to meet him at the cottage later. Ara, he sent Ara something too, he’d find him, make sure he was alright. He didn’t want Lia to have to worry about anything at all, not after what she’d gone through. 

The first knock at the door had just caused him to roll over to face away from it. He figured whoever it was would just give up, after all he’d been through the last couple of days, he’d earned his alone time. Being in the family home had been easier up until this point. It was an easier place to be than his apartment at least, hell, his cat was there with him and had been for a week or so. There’d been a lot that’d happened to him in the last year that made him want to curl up in bed and just hide from the world, but this was the breaking point. Another knock and he grumbled to himself, pulled the duvet up over his head childishly. A third knock sounded and he sat up, disrupting the slumbering cat near his feet in the process. “What do you want?” Reaching to rub at his eyes with the thumb and forefinger of his right hand, Lucian sighed heavily before looking to the closed door. He was too tired to be angry or annoyed but it’s not like sleep was coming easy anyways. With an almost dismissive wave of his hand candles on the nightstand and dresser flickered to life, offering some light to the otherwise darkened room. “I get you’re probably just concerned or whatever, but I cannot stress how much I do not want to talk right now.” It didn’t matter who it was, he wasn’t ready to face anyone in the house just yet beyond an ‘I’m fine’. There was too much to sort through mentally and emotionally, he didn’t even know where to begin to process anything. @elijah-tallis