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     “ I’m not... freaking out.. --”  but even as she said it, she knew she didn’t sound convincing at all. jordan had known for a while what codie was  ( as did the other )  but she had never actually seen the change before, never expected to and the experience seemed as painful as it had sounded.  “ that just.. ---are you sure you’re okay ?  and what can be worse than that ?  like dude...”  she gestured with her hands, signaling to codie’s entire body.  “ your bones were like...  i mean ---the sound was whew...  and i’ve seen some crazy shit.”

     “ why ?  is my pacing making you nervous ?.”  she looked around at the woods surrounding them, could hear devon in the background  ( damn gods knew she couldn’t be bothered to turn look for murphy around them ).  she couldn’t remember how they ended up there, surrounded by nature and nothing else, her heart beat running wild on her chest, adrenaline still coursing through her veins.   “ sorry, i didn’t think my pacing would the thing to bug your ass, and not the fact that we’re playing hide and seek with... some -- freaky things !.”

     “ brain.”   the word leaves her lips far too quickly, a flat tone on her voice and an unimpressed look on her eyes as she trains the on codie for longer than necessary.   “ or you know... the less idiotic one, which is hard to tell with you sometimes. what you planning ?.”

enter the syzygy-verse // @rivenfate

"this is codie mohren," says the teacher and suddenly the new girl is more than just a new girl; she's got a name and a little bit of a backstory. suddenly she's tangible, she's there, she's real. "she used to live in the states before she moved here. isn't that right?"

codie nods. udyati doesn't know whether she's fazed or unfazed by all of the murmuring. because all the murmurs are definitely about her. if their roles were reversed, udyati would have found the nearest door and would have stepped through it immediately.

Hope has had this little red string around her finger as long as she can remember. Never did she have the desire to know who was at the other end. Life goes on without once thinking about the person on the other end, without a tug to see who might respond to the little red string. Years pass without a thought and then she feels a tug- someone on the other end is now trying to find her. No, she thinks. Better if they don’t. She doesn’t respond, she ignores the tug again and again. Each little yank does more than pull on the string, it seems to pull her heart as well. 

One day it’s too much to ignore. It’s painful and hard and makes her want to burst into tears. Grief swallows her whole and she’s nearly lost in the feeling until the string tugs again. Rapid, frantic- like the person on the other end knows that Hope needed them right then. So she searches. She’s heard stories of how strings can go for miles, across oceans and borders to link people together. All Hope had to do was look just outside New Orleans for hers. 

@rivenfate​  ♡ ‘d this and asked for slayer ! jo

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❛  To be honest, the only kind of werewolves I know are furries, ❜  The slayer hummed, lips wrapped loosely around the stripped straw of her shake ( now almost halfway drank ) and canines biting into it in thought. Well, she didn’t know many werewolves ― just one, and that was from the once upon a time tales of Willow and her dating life. And to be frank, considering the havoc they spread whenever they turned on those three days of the month, one was PLENTY enough. ❛  You don’t seem like a furry though. It’s intriguing, tell me more. ❜