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Jackson was reluctant at the idea of taking advice from anyone,  but if he had to learn about his newly-found werewolf powers,  he would have much rather taken advice from Derek than Scott McCall.  Not only was the idea of taking any advice from Scott embarrassing,  but Scott barely seemed to know what he was doing.  Derek seemed in total control of himself,  used his powers to his advantage,  had skill and knowledge.   If Jackson was going to really do this,  really learn,  it was going to be from Derek.   No matter how reluctant he was sometimes,  he was still there every time they made plans to work on Jackson’s powers.  Jackson was even kind of starting to like the guy.  

The annoyance was evident almost immediately, the voice causing a shiver to go down Travis’ spine. The absolute last person he wanted to cross paths with right now was Scott McCall. Eyebrows raised as he looked up, blue-green eyes locking with brown. Why was this alpha suddenly so worried about how the chimera was doing? Unless he thought Travis was Theo? Either way, this interaction was unwanted, and if he could cut it short, he would.

Kal Orion. - The Dreamer

I. THE FAIRY   .  chipped nail polish  . glitter highlight  .  tall trees with smooth bark .tangled hair . the taste of cinnamon sugar  . talking too loud and too fast . overgrown flowers in your hair  .  crumbling buildings reclaimed by nature  . flirting  . walking home at 3am with no coat . platonic hand-holding . blowing smoke out of your nose  .  dragonfly wings  .chaotic good . freckles . fairy rings . secret meetings  .  gender nonconformity  . leather . smudged eyeliner .  forbidden fruit .  

II. THE REAPER   .      computer errors  . a shiver down your spine .    haunting beauty .  hard liquor . crowns of thorns . shadowed alleyways . decaying plant matter . shattered mirrors and broken glass . corrupted memories  .  stopped clocks . the scent of stale cigarettes . tattered black hoodies . walking your friends home  . the crescent moon . the sea. a graveyard on a foggy day . cold rings on cold fingers . absolution  . looking out the window of an airplane  . soft kisses .

III. THE WITCH   . graffiti  . pretending to know what you’re doing . worn paperback books. growing up too fast . parsley , sage , rosemary , and thyme . lace and combat boots  . moth wings . candles on every surface  . a weathered deck of cards . turning the music up .fireflies in jars  . calloused fingers .  drawing on your skin . sunlight filtering through clouds  . petrichor .  a dying rose in a jar . wearing a crystal pendant .illusions and spells  . black cats  . mint gum  . chapped lips . dirt under your fingernails .  the cycle of life and death  .

IV. THE WOLF   . murders of crows .  frost-bitten leaves .  wolves howling at midnight .knocking on your door . leaving food out for stray animals . the twang of an acoustic guitar  . honey .  tiny red buds on trees . claw marks on the walls . golden eyes  . slightly too long stubble . sharp canines .  soft ,  thick fur  .  hunger. a small cottage in the middle of the woods . knitted fingerless gloves  . sleeping on the forest floor . always finding your way back home .  

❝ 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄 something no one knows. ❞

        so much time lost between here &&. there. she can’t remember much but thick forage like this is not one of them. but she is grateful to be out of that groundhogs day nightmare. but where the hell was she? gwen felt so lost; sharp blue hues drifting over the foliage. her reaction time is slow; hands smoothing over her small frame, checking to make sure she is actually here.

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