into the dust we go

"Maybe, if there's still time, we could print out mini's of our own? I'm pretty sure there's a 3D printer somewhere on the premises." Someone probably budgeted for that way back when, right around the time that the Mikaelsons dropped that fat cheque on Headmistress Forbes' desk. "That's so real. Before I got here, I was actually playing in an online campaign with Wade and Gabby - the witch with the braces who moved here from Belgium; we used to be pen-pals - and that was my first one so I didn't really know what to expect. Being surprised in that way was fun. Forces you to think outside the box a bit, too."

He raised his brows before a hand through his hair. Of course he wished he had thought of that himself. The idea sounded great and he nodded his head in approval. "Absolutely. I do recall there being at least one, maybe two around here." Landon's excitement only grew as the conversation continued. He knew he'd been incredibly lucky to be accepted here and find a place to kind of lay down roots. One of the best parts had been finding fellow nerds to geek out with. Nobody in his past had ever really wanted to do these things with him. "I'm just grateful to be part of the campaigns now. Rafael and I were best friends and all, but I was always the bigger nerd."

Hope turns to look at her mother. The offer to go to the bayou was still hanging in the air. Part of Hope wanted to go there by herself. Be able to goof around with people without her mama watching her. But the other part of her wanted Hayley just as much as Hayley might want to be there. Wouldn't it be weird? Bound wolf wise? ❝Yeah, we can go together. I just need to get dressed in something else. I'm afraid to say that my clothes are a lost cause.❞ Drenched in her sweat. Changing clothes just means a new set to stink up, but at least she'd be clean for 30 minutes. It doesn't completely matter anyway. The wolves would be play-fighting with her, soon getting her all dirty. Hayley was smiling. So this isn't awkward for you. Maybe it shouldn't be for me.

"I'll wait for you, Hope. It's okay," she nodded. Her last few words carried more meaning than usual, but all part of an unusual circumstance really. Of course she had her own doubts about the other wolves accepting her still or not. But if she cowered and hid herself away she worried more about what they'd think of her then. At least when she could oversee Hope with the pack she could smile. It would be genuine because at least one of them could still shift whenever. Hayley could never resent her daughter for being able to have her wolf form. "If you want to, you can bring extra clothes too. If they end up being needed before we come back, of course."

“If you're sure that you don't mind slumming it with the foster boy, then why not? Might as well give them something true to pass around, right?” One thing you learned when your situation was crappy? You don't let something good pass you by. “You like that a lot, huh? Them having to beg you for help.”

"I'd be lying if I said I didn't, but I have liked helping people out. I have volunteered the past few summer cheer camps as a counselor," she quickly quipped back. The difference was clear between helping little kids versus her fellow Hawkins High students. "But besides them, I'd rather focus on this," Meredith pressed her thumb to his lips. She counted in her head to at least four, maybe five before she pulled her thumb to his chin.

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Kenna felt it in her own heart too. She didn't want to repeat her past mistakes. She wanted to be as proper of a wife to Bash for as long as life permitted. She had permanently shed the mistress moniker the moment they had gotten married. She had done it a second time when his father passed. The fear of him trying to seduce her, in his mad state, no longer haunted her daily life. This was all she could ever ask with everything she's been through. A relatively calm life beyond what happened outside their shared room, of course. The kiss certainly calmed her mind and allowed her to put her focus where it mattered. On Bash. On how much she loved him and how good it felt to have his lips against her own.

"Your father may be granted more leeway in killing those who oppose or insult him, the same cannot be said for us, or Her Grace."

"I held myself back once when I didn't attack Cole with Moondancer, but I wanted to. Truly I may have done so if they hadn't made it to the trees and hidden themselves," she shook her head. Of course her father had also been a seasoned warrior. He's fought in countless battles before this current war even began. "I am somewhat like him in that regard, but the restraint is still hard. I will attack when it is necessary."