“Oh,” Mrs. Coulter tuts with a playful pout, “Poor darling.” She shakes her head, and then a smile as sweet as honey brightens her face. She tilts her chin up and watches Telly. From across the table she offers a comforting hand, and the golden monkey watches from beneath, always cataloging the others behavior, prepared to give a silent warning to Mrs. Coulter should she need to rethink the situation. “Some stresses simply cannot be escaped by sleeping. However, sometimes discussing those stresses can help you find a solution to them, and then you needn’t be worried about that particular stress again. Here, why don’t you tell me what you dreamt, and I’ll see if I can help at all.”

ENEMIES.   dangerous to themselves  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  passionate  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into a sexual tension  /  developing into a romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based of misunderstandings or lies  /  other .

“You kinda did, but it doesn’t bother me that you knocked that asshole out instead of me. Good on you, they had it coming.” He stated briefly. “Job well done, shall we go get drinks to celebrate?” He offered kindly. 

she hadn’t been paying any attention to her surrounding, instead too busy looking at the book in her hands. it was old and covered in dust and pretty much what she had expected to find when she decided to look for this. it had been a family heirloom, hundreds of years ago before it went missing somewhere along the way. it was supposed to be a history of mothers family. witches. witches who dabbled in trying to clear the bad things from the world. bad things that shay happens to be one of. it’s tough being half shifter in a family that used to murder anything that wasn’t human or witch. but all of a sudden, her thoughts are shaken from her head when the other pushes her, right out of the way of a giant statue falling from the top shelf of the dusty old bookcase. ‘ shit ‘, she lets slip out as it busts on the concrete floor.  she’s steadying herself and picking up the book she dropped in the process. ‘ sorry, i was in my own little wonderland. thanks for..not lettin’ that crush me. ‘

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