#thestormwithinme

Some called it nothing more than a suicide pact. Others were sure that the children had simply ran away. Others went as far as to say it was some sort of government conspiracy. Richard Oliver Mayhew knew it was murder, and that was that. Ten years later, he continued to stand by his suspicions. 

Nika´s never been one to laugh, or worse, feel offended by cheesy lines, least of all when they come from someone like Brent. A true romantic at heart, she finds the effort adorable when other would scrunch their noses. Even after being together for as long as they have, he´s not above surprising her with little gestures like that. “Good thing you got a nurse for a fiancee,” she couldn´t help but laugh out, “I´m trained to tend to bruises and sprained ankles pretty well.” Her head tilted to the side, a smirk appearing. “For a price, understandably.”

He was well aware of his cheesiness, something he showcased with Nika and no one else. In fact most people thought Brent was void of a sense of humor overall, given how grim he seemed to look, even as a resting face. He was like this for one reason only, he wanted to see Nika smile and even better, she was laughing and it was the best laughter he ever heard. 

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To the world outside, Hell’s Kitchen sounded almost quiet and peaceful, and even the crimes decreased as if those thugs brought their business to a halt to give this city a break. To give Matt a break to be able to enjoy Christmas as much as possible. Except in Matt’s world, Hell’s Kitchen never was quiet, and it wasn’t quiet tonight. Peaceful, maybe. But not quiet. He heard all the indistinct chatter in the streets and even from within the houses along the road and down the blocks. He heard the faint traffic noises- cars, trucks, and the metro - and he heard the constant buzzing of electricity. He heard the wind whistle and almost heard the snowflakes flutter to the ground where they landed on the cold asphalt with a soft rustle. Almost.

Still, tonight not everything was as peaceful as Matt wished. For instance his girlfriend. She seemed quieter for some reason when he was used to, and definitely quieter compared to earlier this night. They’ve had a good time tonight; a couple of former clients had brought them cake and different dishes as a sign of appreciation of their help as well as a gift or Christmas. Foggy had decided for everyone to bring as many people to their spontaneous Pre-Christmas-Dinner as possible. Which meant, Foggy brought Marci, Karen came just by herself and Matt was lucky that Nika’d joined him. And though Marci was used to better stuff than cheap wine, they had a wonderful night with exactly that. Except for Marci being Marci - she respected Foggy, and for once their relationship seemed serious, but she wasn’t at all thrilled of their low standards - and Nika being… well, Matt didn’t know for sure. At first he hadn’t thought about it, but the later it was the quieter Nika became. Yet Matt didn’t spend much attention on it being tipsy from the wine and occupied with listening to Foggy telling the damn butcher story again. In case Karen hadn’t heard of it before, and Nika surely never had.

Only when they left their office and walked down the street in silence, Matt realized that the mood was kinda… off. He still couldn’t say why or if it was just him. He thought he would best ignore it- instead he took her hand into his and smiled at her. “Thanks for coming with me,” he thanked her openly, “and also for putting up with Foggy.” Not that he thought his best friend was embarrassing. His open and genuine and funny nature wasn’t everyone’s cup of tea. “He’s a good friend.” The best friend he could think of. “And so is Karen.” Matt wasn’t going to say a single word about Marci, though he was happy for Foggy if it finally worked out with them.

“Nika?” The incubus called. He would look around again as he continued to move through the room, looking for a sign of the demigoddess anyway. He started to recollect the layout of the space as he moved around, attempting to think of where the redhead would be. He found it kind of odd that he had been summoned, even though there was barely any sign of her around. Why was he here and where could she be? The demon called out for the demigoddess again as he left the room and entered another, looking around to familiarize himself with the area again. There was something warm and inviting about the area, which he was not used to.

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All of Our Yesterdays Mix:

Apollymi got a bouquet of peonies for Nick at his workplace. She knew it's been a year since they met and it was recent that she wanted to show that she appreciated and liked him. Part of her was nervous on whether it would be too much to surprise him at work or not, not to mention being a nurse can be a job that always kept you on your feet. 

However, she was told by the receptionist that Nick was at the break room for a lunch break, and was told she could visit so Apollymi giddily went with her pink bouquet.