#rebelliouscupid

“Because not all monsters are supernatural.” If there was one thing Cassidy was good at, it was staying alive. She had a multitude of means of doing that, both magical and not. “I’ve never had to use it. It’s just for protection in case someone breaks into the apartment. Not like I could use it on a demon or anything,” she let out a quiet breathy laugh. “Always gotta be prepared, ya know?” 

❛ Everyone smiles with that invisible gun to their head. ❜

          “Oh yeah?” Chris taunts his cousin, “And what are you going do if I don’t huh?” Is it really a good idea to be taunting her, no. Then again - they’re both not people really want to argue with. 

            Shit! Chris thinks as he looks at Parker, of course it was stupid of them to attempt this but - usually things work out for them. Maybe he should have seen that, the usually will come out to bit them in the ass at one point. “Fuck. Are you up for travelling?” He could orb them to someone who could heal because he hasn’t been able to activate it yet.

         “I’m not fucking lying!” Chris exclaims - and okay sure he has trouble mis-remembering things and things weren’t how others remember them. Sometimes he finds out that everyone doesn’t remember some of the things that happened - but they’re clear as day for him. Like his mother dying at fourteen, but she’s alive and kicking now and he’s long past fourteen. “Why does everyone keep accusing me of doing so?”

           Parker hitched an eyebrow at the other, “Oh, I’m sure you do - and sure she would be,” His father has made him learn about the whole line of witches, especially the ones who could cause him harm - though Parker always tries to be on the good side, never really liking the things his father was making him do. “So, what is the plan here?”

          “What the fuck happened for that to happen?” Chris questioned as he looked at his cousin, and okay - sure, they’re semi use to creatures of all kinds trying to end them just because they’re magical, for one reason or another. You’re born a witch and you learn it quickly, especially in a family full of mixed beings. “She tried to attack you at school, clearly lacking some tact.”

           “I don’t plan on it,” Peyton says, even though she feels like doing so - the hit to her head clearly had more damage then she had originally thought - especially as she sways as she tries to move towards her sister. “Is it over? I can make it home.” If they were able to go now, she thinks she’ll make it to at least her room before passing out because travelling will surely take it out of her.