#rxgclity

Of course the minute Andreia texted her, Nova was going to offer help. As she texted TJ that she will spending a few days with her friend she got to work. Every favorite movie, snack, and the activities were spefically tailored on friendship rather than romance. But as the hours passed by she didn't notice a change, not in the slightest. Nova paused the movie and turned to Andreia.

"Are you sure you don't want to talk?" Nova whispered before pulling her friend into another hug.

“i reckon it would take time.” a simple shrug for the witch as he watched the other. “takes time for the body and soul to heal but, i’m sure you’ll be up to strength.” he spoke softly, trying to reassure the other. “i’m not sure I can help but if you think of anything I can give it a go or something.”

Lysander noticed the familiar face by the park bench. It was man he was fighting with the other night. The left flank fighter. There was a bright smile as he approached the other, the book in his hands.

"Sir Derrick." Lysander yelled, scaring the geese away. "I have retrieved the book of modern language." He said as he raised the Understanding Your Teenager. "Wassup bro." Lysander said with a smirk.

Bejo was sauntering around for patrol. He let himself blend into the crowd, observing the people assuming their ways. There was a pause when he spotted someone standing out. There was a pang of jealousy before he approached them. Bitterness entagled as he walked.

"You know you aren't allowed to do that here right?"

she wanted a peaceful life, that was all a fae would want. but here she was in the middle of a battle scene, blood everywhere and the fae felt lost. she wasn’t helpless, she could deal with this herself, but this…this wasn’t in her comfort zone. to hurt people but she knew what she had to do. “watch out..”she said to the female, before the locked onto the Hunter behind them. Vines wrapping themselves around the person, constricting them. she finally dropped them when she could see them pass out. “i don’t think we have long until they wake up.”

“trust me, there have been worse times than this.”Marcel commented, the blood bath never phased him. blood would always be shed in New Orleans, it was if it was the right of way. but, Marcel didn’t expect it to be like this. hand punching through the chest wall and ripping the heart out of the witches heart. “okay, maybe once…many moons ago.”

“look, look, it’s going to be okay.” The panic in his voice and maybe the words were said to calm himself down more than the other person. “I can get us out of here.” henrik added, trying to boost his confidence up. “look, I think if we can get to the middle floor we can get out the window. the doors are going to be covered.” yes, it sounded like a plan. “that’s the best way to go, that is the best way to go.”