#wclfout

       The last few hours had been total hell. Worse than anything any foster father could have put them through, Landon figured. What else could be worse than losing the one person that meant everything to you? Nearly losing, he corrected to try and remind himself that all wasn't lost. The panic that had set in when they'd gotten the call was unbearable, but he'd had to pull himself together so as to not show any weakness to Hector and Maria. He still wasn't sure what their reaction would be other than to tell him to pray. That alone set his teeth on edge even more. Seeing Raf had eased some of the anxiety, though, it wasn't exactly soothing to see him covered in cuts and bruises. 

spots to kiss flori // @wclfout (jed)

“oh no, i---i’m not... no,” floribeth tells jed. “i’m not a singer. or a performer.” 

he pulls a face and she giggles as she shakes her head. “besides, why are you helping an enemy faction? shouldn’t you be, i dunno, with rafael and brock and the others? brainstorming?”

“shouldn’t you be with kaleb and mg?” jed shoots back. floribeth shrugs. “we’ll probably do another sit in protest. i know how to sit still for long periods of time. they don’t need me to practice that.”

jed wastes no time and gives her a wide grin. his eyes sparkle and she’s come to know the look on his face as the ‘i’ve got an idea’ look. “pick a quiet song, flori. a song where you won’t have to move around a lot.” or at all. 

“but what if i freeze up?” the words are a whisper on her tongue.

jed gives her a kiss on her palm. “look at me. flori, look at me. listen. when that happens, find me in the crowd. i’ll be there. the wolves are last to perform this year, anyway. just pretend you’re singing for me instead. just for me. no one else.”

floribeth takes a moment to mull it over and then she smiles, nods her head. “okay.”

“yeah?”

“yeah. i’ll do it. and i do like birdy. she’s got new songs. nice songs. quiet songs.” quiet laughter escapes her lips. “i think i’ll work my way up to a cover of ok goodnight’s awake.”

one word prompts // @wclfout​ (rafael) 

the pain in my veins is hereditary // @wclfout 

jed shows up at her dormroom at an hour that he really shouldn’t have. thankfully, drusilla’s decided to spend time with serena, and floribeth lets him in anyway. softly, she closes the door, so she won’t wake anyone up, and then jed says that he’s gone and messed up again. her brows furrow. what, exactly, did he do? other than ignoring her once school started up again. then again, she probably should’ve expected that.

he’s a werewolf. she’s a vampire. it’d never work out. romeo and juliet didn’t, either.

Some meme I don’t know bc this one decided to spam me.

 Staying around the school had seemed like the natural choice after leaving the prison world through that mud pit Elizabeth had told him about. Realizing that his very existence had been erased from everyone’s mind only served to fuel his decision. Even if there had been a small voice at the back of his head whispering for him to do as he pleased, basked in this new kind of freedom but there was a bigger pull, the need to do Cassandra’s memory good and honor it. The need to improve in gratefulness to Elizabeth. Sebastian stayed.

 The smack was unexpected and even with his vampire hearing he didn’t catch in time to move from it. A frown settled on his features and a gasp of indignation left his lips, turning to the other to smack him on the arm. “ And what, pray tell, what that for now Rafael? is your glorious pack not treating you well enough that you’ve come to annoy my very existence?.” Never had he expected such a type of relationship with a werewolf, but this new world proved to be more accepting than that in which he was born.