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He might have been brave right before it happened, but it seems like the more he thinks about reuniting and talking to people he used to - the more he wants to shrivel up in himself. His apartment's gone, so he doesn't have a place to retreat to. But Jude knows there's a few places and people in town that might give him a heads up.
And he's still wearing clothes that don't quite fit right and aren't warm. When he shows up to the fire station, it's for help, he says. No apologies to be made, no reuniting, just.. a normal guy in need of some resources.
"Hey - uh, is there anyone in I can talk to about.. shelters and free clothes and stuff? My feet are like icicles out here."
Remi was at the front desk of the fire station, only half paying attention to their surroundings. They were dreading the inevitable time they would need to get up and shovel out the entrance to make sure the trucks could still get out. The voice startled them, the book in their hands going flying to land on the desk. "Fuck!" Remi yelped. "I'm so sorry thats not very professional of me. I'm Remi" They stood up quickly, holding out a hand to the man.
Remi took a beat to examine him, held tilting at the took in the soaked clothes. "I can help you out with that. We've got some stuff here in the station." Remi paused, biting their lip as they thought. "We can also offer you a hot shower as well. This winter has been…. long. Are you new in town?" Remi trailed off, they didn't have words for the weather. It shouldn't be lasting until may, let alone still be dumping buckets. But it was, and Remi couldn't control the weather they could control offering and hot shower and some weather proofed shoes. "How much do you need? Couple days worth, new wardrobe?" Remi pulled out a clipboard, ready to make notes on what they would need to pull.
Autumn's been gloomy her whole life, but she's been extra gloomy since September - since one friend was taken from her, and the truth of her nature had seemingly pushed the last human vestiges of her old life away. December had been a wonderful upturn in things, and it shows in the muted smile on her face that only brightens with Remi's own infectious excitement.
She tightens up at the clap on her shoulder and nervously sips at beer - some local seasonal thing leftover from Christmas - and swallows it down along with the modicum of embarrassment caused by suddenly being the center of the bar's attention as Remi throws out a tidal wave of offers before they seem to realize and quiet down to a conspiratorial hush.
"Just a license, I guess-" is her first answer. She and Aria hadn't talked too much about specifics yet, and for Autumn, it was more about the promise - the idea that, no matter what came from now on, she wanted to meet it alongside her. "We don't even know if we want some big thing or not..." Another sip of beer aids her in trailing off as she rolls her shoulder a bit. "Of course I'm sure," she says - confused at why she wouldn't be. Then again, she might be asking the same thing if the roles were reversed here. "We'll probably start planning stuff once Spring hits," She's interrupted when a basket heaped with chicken-wings arrives - Aut's treat - and she doesn't waste much time in pulling a few onto her plate. "Not to mean it like you're a last resort or anything, but you're one of the only people I still know enough to ask. I know we haven't known eachother that long but... I don't know, you helped pull me out of a funk last Summer, and I know how to throw a punch because of you."
There's AJ, sure, but she's not about to inflict this on him - he'd probably say yes, but, well - neither she nor he need the stress of Astor involvement in planning a Wedding.
Remi quickly releases their grip on Autumns shoulder, withdrawing as the conversion settled back into lower registrar. They took a moment to let the words roll around in their head, considering each new bit of information that was shared. Remi took a drink of their whiskey. The ice clinking against the glass as the liquid ran low, a slight buzz in the back of their head. "I mean, if you want a big wedding, you should go for it. Weddings are something that hopefully only happens once. But also if you want it to be just be yall and a witness or two that is also great. Its y'alls wedding." Remi nodded at the end of their statement, conviction set in their shoulders. "Anything you need, I'm your wolf. Set up. planning, bouncer, anything." Remi pointed at their chest as to add an extra oomph their reliability.
It dawned on Remi slowly the second half of the best man duties. "If your gonna give me this honor, than I'm gonna do this thing right. " Remi pulled out their phone, opening the notes app and typing out headline AUTUMNS WANTS. "I'm assuming the normal strippers, and penis straws wouldn't be like the bachelor party of your dreams. We could maybe rent out 205 Drive-In, do some old favorites on the big screen? I know they do the Wednesday horror nights but…." Remi paused, and underlined the headline, before setting the phone down. "I'm jumping so far. You said spring. But like you deserve to be celebrated and I want to make sure you don't feel like an after thought." Remi reached into the basket of wings, plucking one from the basket, not moving it to their plate but rather directly into their mouth.
"Did you ever dream about getting married as a kid?"
@tenderrage-remi The Heron Club
Autumn doesn't... do... the pack thing.
It's not that she hasn't tried. It's not that she thinks she's above it.
It's just that she doesn't think it works. For her. Anish seems to think it would be helpful, but she hasn't really thought through why or how that might be the case.
The Old Man preaches things like patience and pacifism while also making sure she knows who is in charge. The others give her space - space that she's asked for, certainly, but since Jude, she hasn't exactly felt like a part of things, and knowing that the person in charge thinks that taking her lick and learning her lesson is the way to go has done a number on any interest she's had in playing the part of the obedient welp.
So she's focused on other things - like life. Like friends. The ones who're still here.
"So uh. Yeah. We're uh, we're doing it!" A nervous breath of laughter. "Getting... married." Like it's still settling in. There's a commotion at the door as somebody slips on the iced-over steps that lead down into the basement speakeasy of The Heron club; several of it's patrons laughing at a stranger's misfortune; collective joy in the face of the inclement weather.
The furor dies a bit, and she turns back to Felix. "No clue when, just yet? But... you know... soon - hopefully before too long. I was uh... wondering if uh, you know - I don't even know if it's gonna be like, a wedding wedding, but if there is, I was wondering if you wanted to... you know, do the best... I don't know, best man- best- person, whatever?"
The cold was hard to shake off, even under the warm lights of the Heron Club. It lingered in Remis veins, a chill that left a constant ache in their limbs. The ever present heavy gray clouds seemed to constantly have Remi's wolfish nature pacing in their chest, trapped behind the bars of their ribcage. The desire to shed the skin of humanity and run through the trees creeping further into Remis daily life instead of just under the moon.The restlessness manifested through smaller movements. A jumping leg, the tapping of fingers against the bar, a tightness in their shoulder. It made it hard for Remit to settle and enjoy a drink with a friend.
"Hey yo!" Remi let out an excited whoop, a grin breaking out across their face. A bright spot in the world that had gone cold. "Congratulations! I know y'all have worked hard to get to this point together." Remi clapped Autumn on the shoulder, squeezing slightly, barely able to restrain themselves from sweeping the other wolf into a large hug. Their hazel eyes barely sparred a glance as someone new entered the bar. Even the commotion that the ice caused couldn't distract from the larger wolfs joy at Autumns announcement. There was a twinge of jealousy under the tide of joy, the love Autumn and Aria held for each other was terrifying, but wonderful to behold. It made Remi yearn for it that next step. But part of Remi knew they couldn't ask that of Vanessa. The curse of being in love with someone who would never age. Remi wondered how Autumn dealt with the crushing march of time.
Remi was practically bouncing on their seat, however the next question stopped Remi dead in their tracks. All movement ceased as the request sent Remi into a blue screen, a reboot of their brain. Blink.Blink. Blink. Remi quickly closed their mouth, it only stayed that way for a brief second before words started tumbling out of their mouth. " Fuck, Yes. It would be my honor and of course, I will do like anything you need. I can help with planning or like eloping or like witness shit. Fuck what do you need to get married." Remi rambled on, pushing passed the happy tears that sprung into the corner of their eyes. As they finished their ramble, their voice dropped slightly. Closer to a whisper "But like are you sure? Me?" A mix of joy, and disbelief playing across their face they asked. Remi would understand if it was a mistake if Autumn wanted to take it back, say that she made a mistake.
Quite good. Quite. Good. Her nose wrinkles at the thought. Cheap tricks for entertainment, not trained skill. One here would provide, but she is not on the stage - a disappointment in the highest. Her eyes drift from the stage back towards this large person, letting her gaze trail upwards slowly to study their face. Why is the scent lingering in her nose? If she could simply erase that dog smell..
A girlfriend, then. Oksana would have viewed that as simply a hurdle, once upon a time. Breaking homes was quite good fun when she wanted to cause mess and mayhem without the blood accompanying it -- Though, she often made up for the lack of gore in the end.
Her tongue clicks behind her teeth. "Which girl is yours?" The phrasing is on purpose - perhaps she will not climb the giant dog, but have her fun with the tinker toys on stage. "I will have to see the show she puts on."
Remi shook their head slightly at the thought of Vanessa being theirs. Something about the possessive nature of it felt wrong. As if Remi wasn't as equally hers. "She doesn't dance anymore." Remi said with a shrug, clicking their tongue against the roof of their mouth. They were proud of her for taking steps to better take care of herself. "It was a good move for her but.." The tall werewolf trailed off, eyes watching the stage without seeing the dancer that was occupying it. Lost in the thoughts to describe what it was like to watch Vanessa dance.
There was a wistful tint to Remi's voice as they finally began to speak again. "Have you ever been on a street alone, at like 2am after a fresh snowfall? The whole world is this unique kind of silent. Then you catch sight of the snowflakes reflecting the light of a street lamp and you're reminded how every single snowflake is unique and the beauty in that. That's what its like watching Vanessa dance. " Remi felt their face start to flush as they realized how much they had started to ramble. Instead turning to deflect the from the vulnerability of their description "But I didn't catch your name? I'm Remi. "

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PROMPT: [...]— a friendly werewolf happens upon you and bails you out, — [...]
If someone hadn't beaten him to the punch, AJ would have ripped the teeth out of this moron and watched them choke on it. Instead, there's a Samaritan preaching consent and permission and Astor's caught between being bloody impressed and double vision — not to mention the vibrations beneath his feet, encouraging him to get lairy.
They're funny too. They no less tear the amusement out of his stomach when they talk about percentages. The vampire's out of its depths, between Astor and the new arrival. An apology is a kind, merciful out for someone who had nearly bled him with their fucking fangs. AJ grips the vampire's chin, held steady by the stranger.
"Far kinder than I'd have been." He murmurs, dragging the sharp edge of a nail down the vampire's face; an intentional, penetrating streak of gold burrows and morphs the skin. But it's flesh deep; a scar and nothing more; it doesn't spread, just makes it known that AJ's spared them, as has the stranger playing hero behind them.
PROMPT: [...] — The vamp trades his freedom for a trinket, a [YELLOW GEM] that will duty-bind a werewolf to do one favor to you.
Dust might have suited them better.
Gold-flecked eyes flicker to the stranger; a gratitude he'll have to extend, now. Because his guard had been slipping, where his high is ravaging his inhibitions with every new line of blow, and every sip of the drinks he's improving by means of alchemy, some shouldn't dare touch. Cocky, ever since he aided in Godmaking.
He denies the voices in his mind anytime he thinks he hears them.
"You get off playing saviour, or are you just that nice, mate?" Questioning, behind a smile. Astor can't think of anything more infuriating than sparing a vampire in a trade and then owing someone else something for keeping his neck fang-free. He's got half a mind to pay them off for it, so he doesn't have to think about it again. "Cheers, I guess for — scruffing the cunt."
Remi nearly lets go of the struggling vampire from surprise as the streak of gold follows the party goers nail, embedding itself into skin. It was enough of a display for Remi to be weary of the man now. Magic was a natural force of the world, but like a storm or a wildfire it was unpredictable and best observed from a distance. Those who wielded it were people to be careful of. Remi wearily let go of their catch and watched the exchange of the gem wiping their hands off on the side of their costume as the vamp stumbled off into the night to hopefully someone more in on the feeding.
"You say nice like its a bad thing." Remi said with a slight chuckle. Raising an eyebrow at the question. "First thing I learned in kindergarten, treat others like you want to be treated. Golden rule yada yada." Remi shrugged slightly, trying to brush off what almost felt like an accusation. "Plus bodies dropping in the middle of a party tends to be a buzzkill." The werewolf felt a tinge of regret at their choice of costume, desperately wishing they had pockets to shove their hands into. They hovered uselessly at their side instead, twitching slightly at the want to do something. "Wasn't the first asshole I've scuffed, and probably won't be the last." Remi responded before offering their own hand. "I'm Remi by the way." They hadn't really thought this course of action all the way through. What came next. The awkward hovering of experiencing something with a stranger "Do you not do things to like.. be nice?"
The main floor wasn't providing her with the information necessary, which was all fine and dandy. She knew where to find the little fox, and knew what exactly she was going to do when she got her hands on her (around her throat). This trip, though, was surveillance - watching the dancers and the patrons - and learning the little routines that followed those who liked places like this. The smell of filth lingers in her nostrils as she meanders through the spaces where men are sitting, drinking, waiting.
For a moment, she wonders if she hated herself enough to be up on this stage - the attention she could get from showing skin was not comparable to the attention she could get from skill. Oksana did not bleed to be lesser.
A drink will do. Get her minds off of these women who would rather show ass than show talent. Dancing. Pah. A week with her, and these girls would know the difference between a pas de chaval and a rond de jambe rather than how to position a heel on someone's crotch.
Lips curling, she moves to the bar lest she dwell and the anger surges. She orders herself a rum, and barely registers being talked to before she catches a familiar scent - she can't quite place it, but it's enough for her to turn her head towards the person speaking. Her head tilts. She studies. Another smell comes from them, and her eyes narrow. Wet dog.
"A few." She murmurs, though she's not going to admit that her interest lies solely in making a bloody show for the patrons here. "Not quite, my large friend. I've been here once." She holds up her index finger, and takes a sip. "Not a fan of the view?"
Remi was far to comfortable considering the club was in vampire territory. They knew just about every other person in the room was an undead creature ready to rip someones throat out and feast on the blood that came out. Despite all the reasons not to Remi had grown comfortable in the club and the staff in it. Complacent if they were being honest because they believed their relationship with Vanessa offered them a certain degree of protection, the ability to be a guest in the space that would otherwise be death trap. Standing next to this unknown women however Remi could feel any sort of protection they may have had melt away.
There was a restlessness in their air that set Remis teeth on edge. However Remi knew better than to show weakness, better to play a fool then prey. "Theyre all quite good. Hard to go wrong." Remi offered with a smile, they would consider a decent amount of the dancers friends through Vanessa. They tipped their beer bottle slightly towards the stage. "Less about enjoying the view, and more about the fact my girlfriend works with them so I know them a bit to well." Remi shrugged.
who: @tenderrage-remi. ♡ where: Port Eerie Halloween Rave .
césar’s honed into harford bullshit tonight, so he’ll play the responsible packmate, for once. he doesn’t know much about remi, but césar happens to think he knows enough. he’s heard from both avi and yuisa that there’s been fuckery concerning the wolf and warwick, and despite his lack of attachment regarding the pack, césar does care about that. it’s some deep, possessive instinct, more than any human kind of compassion for remi’s pain. regardless of what he feels, he’s approaching them all the same when he catches them at least close enough to where the alcohol is. césar needs a drink after spending the afternoon playing uncle to a little girl that deserves far better than she’s getting, anyway. still, he purposefully joins at remi’s side. he’s not a gentle man, but in this moment, being polite does flicker across his consciousness.
“ ey, remi, ” he greets. “ how’re the docks treating you? ”
Trick or Treat. The question seemed to hang in the air at the party, sticking to Remis skin like the sweat of the rave, crawling through their veins in an uncomfortable ever present reminder. A flip of the coin into the universe about how the evening could go. Harford and Warwick had been on Remi's mind the entire evening. All the possibilities of how things could go wrong playing on repeat. Remi hoped a couple drinks from the bar would help down out the worry.
Amber liquid was half way to their lips when they heard the voice of one of their pack mates broke the ever grinding noise of the party. Remi shifted slightly so César was on the side with their good eye.
"Hey César." Remi tilted their glass in a mock toast before taking the shot. The older wolf unnerved Remi slightly. The lines blurring between wolf and man, tangled ever in each-other.
"Not exactly my normal haunt, but I'm also not gonna leave anyone hanging. Are you… ready?" It felt like a weird dance. Not openly acknowledging everything that was simmering under the surface. "Drink for luck?"
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The best way for a party to get good is to go a little hard at the start, so the bar's set nice and high so there's no bloody boredom to take his mind. There's a DJ he's never heard of playing tracks in a warehouse that reminds him of Unit 58's bank holiday weekends. Mental, often underground and with a lot fewer ravers than he's seen tonight. Port Leiry's winning in some aspects. Imagine.
AJ's never saying that aloud.
Downside to going a little heavy on the blow and the alchemy influence from the get-go is that Astors let his guard slip; he's found comfort in a costume of humour and villainy that gets him praise, as much as it gets him wariness.
PROMPT: [...] — you're about to get your neck nailed by a stray vampire — [...]
Astor turns around because there's a cold, icy hand clamping on his shoulder. Vice-like, and enough to cut through some of the drunkenness and elation. What the fuck?
But AJ's slow — a bit sluggish amongst the crowd of rave-happy citygoers. He's still not sober, and magic isn't always fast to reach when he's using the same power to play into his euphoria. Chemistry and the arcane are formidable for it.
Yet, he still plans to kill a bastard if they want to play silly buggers, though.
Remi was still on the fence about this whole rave thing. They were already longing for the comfort of their couch and whatever spooky marathon was on cable, however the knowledge of what was taking place on the next dock over left them far to tense to relax at home. So here they were slightly buzzed and trying to look like they were having a good time. Vanessa had seen some friends from the cabaret and went to catch up with them leaving Remi to their own devices. Moving through the crowed trying to find the party mood.
Thats when they spotted the vampire, hand clamped around a party goers shoulder. Remi had become well aquatinted with what a vampire looked like when they were about to feed over the last year. Based on the look on the other mans face however this wasn't a pre-negotiated scene or arrangement. Remi moved quickly grabbing the vampire by his hair, yanking his head back and away from the party goer. All the pent up werewolf energy and strength going into their grip. Their other hand moving to grab the vampires arm and pinning it behind his back
"Yo! You need to ask for consent before you go biting someone. " Remi growled into his ear. "There is plenty of people that are into that shit if you just ask. This town probably has more kink per capita then anywhere else in the state. Jesus man."
Remi yanked the vampires hair again and directed his attention to the man he was going to bite. "Say you're sorry." Remi said, pushing his arm futher up his back enough to cause some pain.
Remi Felix as Hercules (Disney Prince Edition)
Remi shows up to the docks with only a little bit of cajoling from their pack, it an important event after all. The night is turned from a trick into a treat by the presence of their girlfriend, Vanessa (@bloodshcd) . After Remi had expressed Hercules being their favorite Disney movie, Vanessa had gone out of her way to secure them matching costumes for the evening.
(Original Art by DREAMCASTOMATIC on Instagram, Recolor/Editing to be Remi & Vanessa by Knife!)

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The Vampire immediately noted the cat as she stepped in the door, her mind flashing to the articles she had read on the drive over Get on her level, Give her your hand, Go at her speed but she had tacos in her hands, and everything she had read said that garlic was not good for cats. "I did, I cut out early though, I'd much rather be here with you" she explained softly, hoping the sincerity rang through in her voice. She didn't stay to watch their face, moving past them into the kitchen as she allowed herself just a moment of insecurity, wondering if maybe it was a mistake to come here in the middle of the night when they hadn't made any plans. She began setting out the tacos until she caught sight of the blinking green microwave clock and cringed. Maybe it was going to be more than just a moment of insecurity. "I brought tacos, and that wine you like, but it's a bit of a ridiculous time to eat. I’m sorry, normal and acceptable times to eat are definitely not my forte. I can just put this in the fridge for you to have tomorrow?” She suggested hesitantly, biting her bottom lip. This was the part she didn’t know how to navigate, shaping your life around another person's and figuring out their schedule, wants and needs.
Usually when she was there things felt so easy, comfortable. Eating dinner with them, and getting wrapped up in them on the couch as they introduced her one of their favorite TV shows. She had never really gotten sucked into tv shows, but tucked back against their chest as they shared trivia and personal background with the show she understood the appeal. It’s what she had been hoping for tonight, just time together in a place she felt safe and comfortable. But watching the werewolf, and the small feline wrapped around their ankles, she had the sinking feeling that was not what the night had in store for them.
Things felt different, tense in a way she couldn’t quite put her finger on. It made her want to run. She hated feeling like she was on uneven footing and not knowing what was the correct or safe move. But even with the uncertainty and tinges of fear that coursed through her she knew Remi would do nothing to hurt her, a white knight from the moment she met them she knew if she tried to walk out they would let her. If she balked they would stand steady. If she told them she was afraid, they would comfort her and put any of their own needs aside to make sure she was ok.
Steadying herself, she shrugged away the insecurity and mentally donned the white knight armor, borrowing it for herself for a few minutes. Moving slowly around the counter she came to stand in front of them, still mindful of the small cat not wanting to step on his tail, and gently tangled her fingers in the hem of Remi’s shirt. “I don’t know what I’m doing, I’ve never done this before.” she admitted, letting all her vulnerability bleed into her words. “But I am here, and I want to be here with you. And I don’t want to just be here as a pretty face, and a good fuck. I want to be there for you, I have no idea how the fuck to do that, but I want to try, if you’ll have me.” It felt alien to show vulnerability, to open herself up for heartbreak and the opportunity for someone she truly cared for to cause irreparable damage. But she knew that if she wanted to keep Remi in her life she had to start giving too, and letting them in.
"Nessa, there is never a ridiculous time for tacos. " It was spoken softly, as if anything above an unspecified decibel level would shatter the tentative peace that Vanessa had brought with her to the apartment. A cool balm against the nightmare that had been stalking Remi's dreams. Even as the green numbers of the microwave blinked at the firefighter, a reminder of their failure to find any sort of rest.Remi leaned against the counter top, a fond smile crossing their face as they watched how easily Vanessa navigated the kitchen. A sense of familiarity in each footstep. That sort of feeling could only be breathed into life through time. "In fact.." Remi trailed off, a sly smirk as they reached across the counter to flip open one of the boxes, taking a taco and promptly shoving one into their mouth. A low hum of appreciation leaving their lips as their eyes slipped closed for a moment as the flavors rolled across their tongue. A breath of time where Remi could pretend it was all okay. It was any other evening where the two could curl together and Remi could explain how Xena was actually a masterpiece of 90s TV. Thoughts of fires, storms, and pack wars banished to be dealt with another day.
Yet castles crumble, dreams fade, and peace never lasts. Remi's eyes fluttered back open only to be met with the shadows of an ungodly time in the morning. The smile that had been pulled to their face by the mere presence of Vanessa faded slowly, a heaviness settling onto their shoulders. Leaning against the counter top on their forearms, their eyes unfocused staring out the window and far into the night across the city. Remi jerked slightly as Vanessa tangled her hands into the hem of their shirt. They hadn't even realized she had moved closer. "I'm sorry I'm so out-" Their apology cut short by Nessa started to speak. The vulnerability in her words stopping the werewolf's half muttered sentence before it was even finished.
"Baby.. hey, hey" Remi turned towards the smaller vampire pulling her body closer to theirs, wrapping their arms around her shoulders. Tucking the dancer into their larger frame like it was second nature, Vanessa's naturally cool skin grounding their racing mind. Heartrate slowing as it tried to sync with Vanessas non existent one. "I want you here. I want you." Their voice cracked slightly at the end, as if even admitting something so simple would cause the apartment to crumple and collapse in on the couple. The act of wanting, needing, was so against everything that had been set out of their life. An act so transgressive of their purpose that the universe would smite them for even daring to breath the words out-loud.
Remi was supposed to be the strong one, they had been told so their whole life. Oldest Sibling, and then someone to fill the hole their dad left. No time to cry there was a job to do. Yet Vanessa left work early, brought tacos and wine and was worried about Remi. What the fuck were they supposed to do with that? How did you put down the weight of the world when it was all you had ever known. Remi leaned down burying their nose in Vanessa's hair, taking in the scent of pomegranate and rum with a hint of copper that seemed to always follow her. A smell Remi had come to crave in their darkest moments. A sweetness with a touch of primal that sang of safety and comfort to their senses. "Can we sit?" Remi didn't wait for an answer, tugging Vanessa by her hands towards the couch.
Settling onto the well worn in fabric Remi felt their tongue twisting inside their mouth. Words being born, just to curl in on themselves to die again before ever leaving their tongue. The building anxiety broken as Rusty found her way to the touch. Jumping onto the sofa with a loud "mrrrrrrrp" that cause Remi to breath out something that could be understood as laugher but sounded more like the dying gasps of a strangled goose. Rusty nudged against Remis hand, purring aggressively until they finally relented and starting petting the needy creature.
"I haven't been sleeping. Like really much at all. When I have it hasn't been.. good" Remi admitted softly, as if it was a personal failing on their part.
The recoil had been sharp and she has pins and needles in her elbow - something that, again, she remembers from any other time she's thrown any sort of punch for real, from High School to now. She's never really thought about there being a proper way - just... swing.
And at first jump she's about to shrug and whatever and pack up and go, but the tip comes from a vaguely familiar voice behind the bag, and Autumn blinks in momentary confusion and then sudden recognition of Remi, looking up into their eyes with sudden surprise. Oh shit, she realizes - this is Remi. She knows Remi. Kind of.
She's staring, she realizes, a little lost suddenly, looking from Felix's six-foot height to the bag, still subtly swinging with the force of her botched blow. She looks at her thumb, too, while they explain. Red cheeked, she averts her eyes to her fist, where her knuckles hold broken scars from a dozen angry outbursts. Thinks about how they used to look so soft.
Full Moon Club breakts the mute spell that's sort of fallen over her, and she shakes her head- 'Uh y-yeah, yeah, sure." Her hand sort of falls to her side for a second, and she looks back up to Remi. "You're a w- a...?"
Autumn trails off. You know, she continues wordlessly, but then nods again. "Uh, y-yeah sure. A friend said to ask after you actually. I just... didn't realize you were... you." Is that creepy? Does Remi even recognize her? Autumn'd be surprised.
The bag creaked on the metal chain as it continued to sway the force of bottled anger keeping it rocking well into the conversation. Remis eyes followed Autumns down to her knuckles, hazel eyes tracing the deep scars scattered across pale skin. Remi wondered if similar scars would mar their own knuckles if they hadn't had the blessing of werewolf healing so young. The accelerated healing covered mistakes, washing away any slip of control, and erased the lessons that had been hard earned. "Werewolf, or you know moon-shifters as the Port Leiry Conspiracy has dubbed us. Born and raised, I've had the benefits of a couple generations of figuring this shit out. Better to share that then keeping it all locked up."
Remi gave a slight smile, a low chuckle leaving their lips. "Not creepy at all. I'm kind of like.. tall to say the least." They rubbed the back of their head trying to defuse the tension that seemed to hang in the air. Mistrust but the desire for some sort connection in the world designed to break "I remember you too. All the fire alarms, bad luck with some popcorn and all. We would sit on the swings and talk. So we can be creeps together." Remi held out their hand, a bridge, an offering. "I do some private training in my free time, if you'd be interested?"
That's how the weeks went, the familiar ground of them gym. Light conversations over the clanking of metal plates. Books, Movies, Music. In-between the swaying of punching bags and quick corrections. Vanessa, and Aria. Thick Laughter in the ring as Remi wasn't fast enough with the hand mats and took one to the jaw. Fragile friendship building one one brick by brick.
"New York eh? Looking forward to it? Worried at all? I've met Vanessas sister once and it was like oh shit your 400 years old and want to eat me. I hope it goes better for you." It had been slightly deeper, after the conclave, the shared ground of dating a vampire letting Remi be a little bit more honest than they had. Remi wracked the last plate from their bench press. Took a swig from their water bottle. "Gonna miss having you around through."
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