SHE’LL  LOOK  SKYWARD  before  she  even  thinks  about  glancing  into  the  past  ,  but    moments  in  a  country  as  ‘  small  ‘  as  the  one  she  resided  in  to  say  it’s  a  small  world  would  be  something  laughable  .  valdez  seemed  to  attract  all  kinds  of  characters  ,  it  should  have  been  no  surprise  that  axel  hawthorne  was  one  of  them  .  ❛    AXEL  ,    ❜  she  shoves  the  memories  of  the  way  she’d  ghosted  some  time  ago  down  to  the  pit  of  her  stomach  ,  a  smile  coating  over  the  distant  shock  of  seeing  him  again  as  she  rounds  the  bar  to  place  herself  before  him      ❛    long  time  no  see    ❜ @wrathfillcd   ❤ ‘d  for axel.

aston was hurting. he just needed to feel something. what, he didn’t know. just anything. he had left the kids with his parents for the night and gone for a walk. of course, the walk was to clear his mind, and it must have worked. he found himself outside the moon motel. he had frequented it often in the past few years, it was no surprise his feet had just taken him there. with one last drag of his cigarette, aston flicks it onto the ground, pressing his heel against it to put it out. the smoke billows behind him as he steps inside. the contrast in temperature is almost biting, but the warmth is a comfort. he hasn’t been inside the motel in months, but it all feels the exact same and he almost feels at home there. he almost feels lost, though, unsure of where he should be, what he should do. he spots a familiar face in the form of axel and he relaxes a little. perhaps coming inside was a mistake, but at the very least, he could say hi to an old friend. he dodges another couple of guys who seem to know their way around perfectly and he laughs to himself. he must have looked like that to guys before when he could visit. his hand rests against the small of axel’s back as he settles beside him. “are you free for the evening?” his tone is teasing, but whether he is joking or not, the decision is yet to be made. 

jason had been cooped up inside mikaela’s for nearly two weeks now. ever since the fire at his home, ever since he nearly killed the youngest petran. it had been a slow week and a half, all things considered; he hadn’t shown his face at the mansion, hadn’t gone to the warehouses, hadn’t done any of his duties as a leader; and leaving it all to mikaela was starting to weight on the man’s shoulders. he needed a drink, needed a friend to confide in and in the moment of desperation, there was only one person in his mind. ❝ thanks for coming. ❞ he said once axel slid into the booth at the bar, two pints of beer resting on top of the table. ❝ i ... i didn’t know who else to call. ❞ jace offered the other man a somewhat sad smile. ❝ i ordered your drink, i hope you don’t mind. how have you been ? ❞ ( @wrathfillcd )

“ i’m fine. ” ana swats away the hand of a paramedic adding a bandage to the slice across her cheekbone. there are people far more injured than her ( despite the tight splint wrapped around her wrist to hold it in place till she can get to the hospital ). it’s chaos everywhere --- bodies covered in makeshifts blankets lining the ground as identities are being discovered. some are familiar, some are not. in the sea of destruction ana searches for the ones she calls family and friends. brothers are accounted for but there is someone in particular she seeks and when she spots him it’s as if a weight is lifted. “ BASH –– ” the brunette runs towards him and almost skids to a stop as a hand grasps the side of his face where the injuries are less. “ you’re okay. tell me you’re okay right now. ” // @wrathfillcd

mariana: please tell me you're alright and you stayed far away from this.