#strengthcfcharacter

Allane’s back was to her brother as she gripped he table so tight her knuckles were white. She felt Asriel attempt to get closer to her and Silvanas stepped between them. His growl showing just how angry she was. Despite her best efforts to keep it contained. Marisa Coulter had taken Lyra from Jordan College, and The Master had let her. Encouraged it even. Someone was going to pay for that decision. She just didn’t know who. Not yet, anyway.

Jaskier looked up at Geralt, smiling slightly over the edge of the bottle he was about to take another sip from. “I can’t get in trouble for this, because I’m not doing it outside of the house,” he claimed, and tipped the bottle back. His hand was fairly steady, and he set the bottle down on the table. Their handler had been specific about avoiding getting drunk, talking about how they might slip up, but he couldn’t slip up if he was doing it alone.

Elain stood in a dress of pale blue, and when the light hit it just right, it sparkled like starlight. She’d been told it was a fitting dress for the evening, though no one had told her what to expect. Feyre had the previous day commented that it was much better viewed than explained, and that it was too difficult to explain anyway. 

It had taken him weeks of preparation, but Tommy had finally managed to leave the pack unnoticed. He had packed light, sprang on his bike and was gone by the time they were all going into dinner. It wasn’t uncommon Tommy ate alone in his room because they was so much talk he couldn’t hear that he thought it best not to attend at all. It was the right time.

Unfortunately for him, other packs surrounded the area where his own resided and he had to travel through to get to a bigger city where he could become anonymous. They had tried to come after him, an alpha had scratched at his shoulder even as the car came close to his bike, but Tommy had gotten out.

He winced as the other tightened a bandage, wondering why these things happened to him. Ok, well they tended to happen with Geralt around. Perhaps being friends with a Witcher wasn’t good for his health. Did fatten his pockets though. “H-Hey! How was I to know that they would try to kill me? I was too busy looking at their....” he paused, choosing not to continue that train of thought, “Well, in any case....I’m alive! And once again I have another tale to sing about the valiant Witcher~”

KLAUS just managed to catch Aiden as she jumped at him, gripping her thighs and chuckling indignantly. “Hello darling,” he purred, pressing a kiss to her neck. “Excited to see me this morning?”