#ᶤ'ᵛᵉ ᵇᵉᵉᶰ ᵗʳʸᶤᶰᵍ ᵗᵒ ᶠᶤˣ ᵐʸ ᵖʳᶤᵈᵉ ( convo. )

[brokenbirb-blog]

“This place...” Wes began as he stepped out of his car, his eyes unsure where they should look first. The place was fucking huge to say the least and there was a good feeling that pulsed in the center of his chest. This was gonna be a good time. “I hope it comes with some sort of directory.” He said, more to himself than anyone else. Considering he was about fifty percent sure he was stood in the driveway alone Wes grabbed his bag and tossed it over his shoulder with ease before he slammed the car door shut once more.

Taking slow steps up to the front door Wes took his time just allowing himself to reel in the feeling of someplace so unfamiliar. The building was almost haunting, he could remember his grandfather would tell him stories about the Manor. How he knew the old woman who had been rebuilding it and he himself had gone to help with some repairs. He always said something bad was in this house but honestly? Wes wanted to find out for himself. He pushed open the front door with ease and released a loud howl into the empty foyer. 

“Guess who’s home for dinner!” He yelled, a broad smile on his lips as he kicked off his shoes.

[brokenbirb-blog]

slaps @soldiersilas with a starter ( finally )

Lips pursed to one side as Wesley made is way through the house. Honestly, after watching those tapes with Theo, Wes couldn’t help but feel a little off in the house. He had went hunting for the various spots he saw each incident happen, referencing the tapes so often he could basically quote them verbatim. He almost found himself going crazy over these tapes, so focused on them as he’d chain smoke joint after joint. He hadn’t even realized the sun had set as he paced the pool, eyes scanning the pavement like a mad man, until of course, he hears the sound of the slider door opening.

Lifting his eyes and pulling his hood away from his face he could see Silas come out of the house, this was about to be weird. Wes couldn’t remember the last time he even saw Silas, it was long before his grandfather passed, before his brother ran away, hell,maybe even before he met Alexa. Either way, it was an old and almost unfamiliar face that Wesley locked eyes on, and it seemed to tug a bit on his heartstrings, a faint reminder of what he once was.

“Oh, Silas, I didn’t even know you were here.” Wes began, before taking a few steps toward the porch, “you look... Uh, older.”