#( thread w. knox. )

[emrexerbay]

starter for @knoxwallace

location: kismet harbor beach

Emre had been taking evenings to himself. Though he and Beyza had an amazing spring break with the kids, being back in Kismet Harbor brought back some feelings for Emre. He knew they'd return but for a week, Emre got to be someone else. He wasn't the guy that lost his brother over Christmas. Over spring break, he was just the guy in love with Beyza and their two kids. As he walked the beach, he spotted a dog that was running loose. It came right up to him and Emre paused, bending down to pet it. He looked up while petting the dog, hoping to spot someone else walking. "Hey," he saw someone finally, calling out, "is this dog yours?"

[saanvixsurya]

starter for @knoxwallace

location: kismet harbor park

Saanvi was hosting a little pre-planning gathering for her upcoming program that she wanted to run this summer. It was for young kids to teens who were interested in forensic anthropology. She was getting a few people set up with their applications, though it was nothing formal. Saanvi just wanted to be able to keep track of those that were truly interested and have a way to contact them. As she moved from a table, she spotted someone new approaching. "Hi," she smiled, "are you looking to volunteer? Or just stumbled across here by accident and if that's the case, would you like to volunteer?"

[giovannaxwallace]

starter for @knoxwallace

location: wingman's pub

Giovanna hadn't seen Knox in a few weeks but they'd exchanged a few texts here and there. It was more than she could say for her and Calliope. At this rate, she wouldn't have put it past Cal to never speak to her again. Not wanting to talk specifically about her sister, but also wanting to, she agreed to grab a drink with Knox. More than anything, she just wanted to know if he had better luck with her than she was having. Though, she doubted it. "Hey," she gave him a small smile as she slid into the booth across from him, setting her beer on the table. "How was the cruise card game thing or what not?"

[aarinxvaughn]

starter for @knoxwallace

location: wingman's pub

Aarin had befriended Knox not long after his arrival in Kismet Harbor. Oddly enough, he had become a close friend to her. Their relationship harbored primarily on teasing antics and banter that could concern most people if they listened in on their conversations. However, it was a friendship that Aarin had grown to cherish deeply. "So, I hear you went on a date with my friend Michelle," she looked at Knox before taking a sip of the cocktail she ordered, "The way she described it," her hands lifted while she tried to recall the word her friend used, "I think she called the date the most interesting one she's been on in a long time. She didn't sound upset by that either." Her brow arched, intrigue lacing her words.

[daisyxmiller]

starter for @knoxwallace

location: high pulse

The truth reveal of telling Stevie that they were half-sisters led her to High Pulse. The evening, however, was not unfolding in the way that she had imagined. Drinks were helping take the edge off and loosening how tightly wound she was after the conversation from the morning. Though it's not the drinks that were exhausting the brunette into thinking she made a mistake in going out. It was the relentless stream of unwanted attention. The pickup lines were cringeworthy, at best. By the time she managed to escape what would have been the sixth person to approach her, she slid into a seat next to someone new. A dry sigh left her lips and she looked over at the new person, "Do you ever just get harassed by awful pickup lines?"

[aarinxvaughn]

"That's pretty much gourmet attention around here," Aarin joked as if it were the truth. She'd been flirted with by men, knowing she were fully invested in Marcel even before they were married and they hadn't exactly stopped even when she wore a wedding ring. "You wound me," she lifted a hand, placing it over her heart with her jaw slack and lips parted. The feigned shock was completely replaced by a soft laugh. "A post card, huh?" She tipped her head, "Okay, I'll take it, but only if you leave a return address just in case I want to send one back." She smiled at him, knowing that there was an unspoken friendship between them. @knoxwallace

"A flight delay?" he repeated with a loud guffaw. It was, he supposed, a rude thing to say, but coming from Aarin it was hard to take it as such. There was such an innate kindness to the woman that even an insult came across as a compliment in some capacity. "But, hey, look at you. Six whole dollars, you're really out there pulling some serious ass. Really impressive. It wouldn't surprise him at all if that were the truth. Some guys, himself included, would hit on just about anyone whether they were married or not. "Shame, though. I too would have to pass on the zoo, but if you ever ditch all the animals, I'm so there." The teasing was always the easier part of the conversation and the more serious note from Aarin brought Knox down slightly, head nodding gently towards her. It wasn't a promise he could make with any genuine intention behind it, since he didn't know what was next for him. He could be here one day and have to leave the next, his life just happened like that at times. "I'll at least promise to send a post card if ever I have to disappear in the middle of the night."

@aarinxvaughn

[kaedegowon]

loona dps headcanons:

todd - orbit since vivid era, has attended every concert he can, owns the lightstick and many albums, tried to join a fancall once and ate ice soup for two weeks, cried listening to sensitive for the first time because he heard vivi

neil - orbit since ++, only got into them because todd wouldn't stop talking about them "finally debuting", used to watch theory videos to impress todd, owns a couple albums and went to the artms tour with todd and charlie

charlie - orbit since max&match, contributed heavily to the girl front meme epidemic of 2017/18, doesn't own any cds but did buy that deck chair they sold randomly, tried to give himself an odd eye w contact lenses and got it stuck behind his eye

knox - orbit since butterfly, was moved to tears by the song and mv and never looked back, extreme artms enjoyer and voted 5,000 como for birth to win, dall was his first album he bought

meeks - orbit since flip that, thinks queendom 2 was rigged, has a big orbit twitter account where he posts threads of loona as random things, admin of a fanbase account and organises streaming events

pitts - orbit since ptt, joins todd and meeks on mv watching marathons, knows the lore intricately and creates diagrams to explain it, stays up late for every mv drop and immediately posts a thread on twt detailing the lore

cameron - not really an orbit but saw eclipse on a nasa playlist and casually listens, took charlie to hospital for the "odd eye incident", thought loona was one person

chris - orbit since heart attack, posts cute moodboards for every mv, runs multiple voting accounts like the navy, actually managed to join a loossemble fancall once and spent half the time crying because yeojin sang kiss later to her

keating - orbit since love&evil, slips subtle loona references into his lessons sometimes, adores their ballads and thinks sonatine is peak music (it is), cries over la maison once a week, got caught by mcallister trying to learn the loop choreo once

[lancedoncrimsonwings]

Song Tag Game

Rules: pick a song for each letter of your URL and tag that many people.

Thank you for the tag, @gwalch-mai this looks fun as heck!

OG post got loooonnngg so decided to start a new thread. Here goes....

L; Lonely Hours - Mallory Knox

A; Addicted to Pain - Alter Bridge

N; Nesso - Heilung

C; Coma - Bullet For My Valentine

E; End of Time - Lacuna Coil

D; Dead Memories - Slipknot

O; Oltremare - Ludovico Einaudi

N; No More Lies - Iron Maiden

C; Crown of Thorns - Black Veil Brides

R; Rún - Skáld

I; Into the Fire - Asking Alexandria

M; My December - Linkin Park

S; Skugge - Wardruna

O; Outside the Realm - Big Giant Circles

N; New Approach - The Defiled

W; Welcome Home - Heaven's Basement

I; In Vain - Within Temptation

N; New York Torch Song - The Amazing Devil

G; Gravity - Lowlives

S; Sound of Madness - Shinedown

Currently listening to Wardruna, of these...

No Pressure Tags; @holy3cake @aintgonnatakethis @all-that-is-gold-is-now-gone @violetastrid @brainrotlesbian @mothmxwhump @entrance-in-rear @guineveresghost @gabriellediangelo @fleur-alise

I literally do not have enough people to tag my username is 20 letters long whoops, hello new peeps I've never tagged before, feel free to ignore this or join in!

+ OPEN TAG FOR ALL!

[alexesguerra]

Seasons of the Witch: Yule Oracle (Seasons of the Witch) Seasons of the Witch: Yule Oracle (Seasons of the Witch) Contributor(s): Anderson, Lorriane (Author) , Diaz, Juliet (Author) , Rose, Giada (Illustrator) Publisher: Rockpool Publishing ISBN: 1925946223 Physical Info: 1.34" H x 5.59" L x 4.09" W (0.8 lbs) 144 pages AUTHOR LIVES IN CALIFORNIA, USA Lorriane Anderson is a multidisciplinary spiritual teacher, writer and soul-based entrepreneur whose work focuses on intentional and energetic living as well as using spiritual practices as a pathway for profound healing, growth and transformation. She has been featured in The Daily Star, The Spruce, Reader's Digest, Kindred Spirit and Oprah Daily among others. She is the co-creator of the bestselling Seasons of the Witch oracle deck series and has published several other titles in the spiritual space including The Witch's Apothecary, The Moon Apothecary, Samhain Journal and Witching Hour Oracle. Instagram: @spiritelement; website: spiritelement.co AUTHOR LIVES IN NEW YORK, USA. Juliet Diaz is an Indigenous Taino and first-generation Cuban American. As the Behike (medicine woman and seer) of the Higuayagua Taino tribe, Juliet embodies and carries the teachings and wisdom of her ancestors, bringing it forward in her work as a spiritual and literary activist. An award-winning and internationally bestselling author with her works translated into twelve languages, Juliet's writing has inspired thousands to heal, decolonize, reclaim their magic, and reconnect with their authentic selves. As founder of the Literary Craft Society, Juliet has built a transformative community that empowers writers to use their voices as instruments of change. Her books and other creations including Witchery: Embrace the Witch Within, Plant Witchery, The Altar Within, the Seasons of the Witch oracle series, and The Earthcraft Oracle, reflect her commitment to decolonial practices, spiritual liberation, and the power of words to foster individual and collective transformation. ILLUSTRATOR LIVES IN KENTUCKY, USA. Giada Rose is a Kentucky-based illustrator and designer interested in the gossamer threads that stretch between magic, nature, femininity, and art. Her childhood was spent moving around the American West (she's lived in seven states thus far and was born in Italy), and she continues to feel the nomadic pull. Her work is infused with a longing for the old ways and a love of the seasons, mythology, historical customs, tarot, and folklore. She particularly enjoys fairytales from around the world, and strives with her paintings to create a portal into stillness and a tinge of nostalgia for a magical place and a bygone time. Working primarily with watercolors, she has illustrated several children's books, such as Giants in the Clouds by Maria Muscarella, and is currently writing an illustrated Victorian-style advice manual of fairytale etiquette. Prints and originals of her work are available in her Etsy shop, Giada Rose. You can find her on Instagram @rosewitchery and on her website, giada-rose.com.Author lives in New York, USA. Hadas Knox is a New York-based writer inspired by history, mythology, motherhood, magic, and of course, folklore. You can find her on Instagram @hadas.knox. Contributor Bio:Anderson, Lorriane AUTHOR LIVES IN CALIFORNIA, USA Lorriane Anderson is a multidisciplinary spiritual teacher, writer and soul-based entrepreneur whose work focuses on intentional and energetic living as well as using spiritual practices as a pathway for profound healing, growth and transformation. She has been featured in The Daily Star, The Spruce, Reader's Digest, Kindred Spirit and Oprah Daily among others. She is the co-creator of the bestselling Seasons of the Witch oracle deck series and has published several other titles in the spiritual space including The Witch's Apothecary, The Moon Apothecary, Samhain Journal and Witching Hour Oracle. Instagram: @spiritelement; website: spiritelement.co Contributor Bio:Diaz, Juliet AUTHOR LIVES IN NEW YORK, USA. Juliet Diaz is an Indigenous Taino and first-generation Cuban American. As the Behike (medicine woman and seer) of the Higuayagua Taino tribe, Juliet embodies and carries the teachings and wisdom of her ancestors, bringing it forward in her work as a spiritual and literary activist. An award-winning and internationally bestselling author with her works translated into twelve languages, Juliet's writing has inspired thousands to heal, decolonize, reclaim their magic, and reconnect with their authentic selves. As founder of the Literary Craft Society, Juliet has built a transformative community that empowers writers to use their voices as instruments of change. Her books and other creations including Witchery: Embrace the Witch Within, Plant Witchery, The Altar Within, the Seasons of the Witch oracle series, and The Earthcraft Oracle, reflect her commitment to decolonial practices, spiritual liberation, and the power of words to foster individual and collective transformation. Contributor Bio:Rose, Giada ILLUSTRATOR LIVES IN KENTUCKY, USA. Giada Rose is a Kentucky-based illustrator and designer interested in the gossamer threads that stretch between magic, nature, femininity, and art. Her childhood was spent moving around the American West (she's lived in seven states thus far and was born in Italy), and she continues to feel the nomadic pull. Her work is infused with a longing for the old ways and a love of the seasons, mythology, historical customs, tarot, and folklore. She particularly enjoys fairytales from around the world, and strives with her paintings to create a portal into stillness and a tinge of nostalgia for a magical place and a bygone time. Working primarily with watercolors, she has illustrated several children's books, such as Giants in the Clouds by Maria Muscarella, and is currently writing an illustrated Victorian-style advice manual of fairytale etiquette. Prints and originals of her work are available in her Etsy shop, Giada Rose. You can find her on Instagram @rosewitchery and on her website, giada-rose.com.Author lives in New York, USA. Hadas Knox is a New York-based writer inspired by history, mythology, motherhood, magic, and of course, folklore. You can find her on Instagram @hadas.knox.

[ethanxhoffmann]

"Yeah, there are some similarities between a house full of kids and the emergency room," Ethan chuckled as the other made the connection, "a lot of times, it's full of a lot of people not listening." He joked, knowing how much people loved to listen at the hospital. However, there was still a hint of fond exasperation in his voice, clearly not wanting to trade the chaos for anything. He considered the other's words, "That's a good way to look at it." Ethan nodded his head a moment, "Some people can get stuck trying to force a place to feel like home when it isn't." He continued, letting his gaze drift for a moment before turning it back to the man. "I hope you end up loving it here." He chuckled softly, "I'll never say no to more people to grab a drink with." Ethan lifted his drink in a cheers. @knoxwallace

END.

Even if he had no direct experience, Knox understood that having a kid wasn't necessarily an easy thing to plan for. Sometimes it was just going to happen when it was meant to and in Ethan's case it seemed that everything had worked out with all of the kids. "Yeah, no kidding. I'd guess having a house full of kids like that is the same type of chaos as an ER," he chuckled. Being able to stay calm under pressure like that for his job had to be a big help when kids were screaming and running around. Knox had many faults, but flexibility wasn't one of them. He had always been able to adapt and switch things up when the situation called for it. "I try to be. No sense in feeling stuck over a house, that can always change. If I end up hating it, that's exactly it. It'll be part of the journey and on we go. I hope it's different this time though. I hope I love it here. Not sure yet, but...we'll see."

@ethanxhoffmann

[oscarxcollins]

starter for @knoxdawood​ location: aero cocktail bar 

When Oscar entered the bar, he spotted one empty seat. Jeremy had other plans and he opted to still head to the bar, needing a drink after spending the day in court in Williamsburg. However, the bar was busier than he anticipated and if he hadn’t had such a shit day, he would have left immediately after seeing the only seat open being next to Knox Dawood. If anyone was good friends with his wife, it was the man. Usually Knox’s demeanor toward him was polite but it was never enough to make Oscar think that Knox liked him or enjoyed his company. It made him think that his wife had hinted at the troubles in their marriage or rumors around town had been heard by Knox. Yet, he knew the others bars wouldn’t be better and he enjoyed the classiness of Aero Cocktail bar, which forced him to stay. He wandered over to the only empty seat left, flagging down the bartender as he approached. “Whiskey, top shelf.” He told the bartender, only glancing over at Knox as he sat down.

[inahallucination]

two times gerard pitts should have realized and one time he did

Gerard sighed for what he was sure was the hundredth time. He was very close to just throwing everything in his closet onto the floor in frustration. He’d been looking for his favorite sweater – the grey one with the red Welton “W” on the chest – for almost an hour. Sure, he could wear another one, but this sweater was his most comfortable one. He’d bought it forever ago and had worn since the day after he’d gotten it. The thread was starting to fray, and the color was becoming dull, but Gerard still loved it.

He sighed again, running his finger through his hair.

Maybe Steve would know? Yeah!

Gerard grinned, feeling the tension melt away at the thought of his roommate and best friend. Steve always was finding things Gerard lost. He was always taking care of him.

He’d definitely know – where to look at least.

With that thought, Gerard exited his room, a skip in his step, searching for Steven. His friends shot him curious looks, but he was a man on a mission and didn’t let himself get distracted by them.

He found Steve on the room, a favorite spot of his. He was leaning against the small wall on the edge, fiddling with something in his hands.

Gerard blinked in surprise, taking in the entirety of Steven Meeks. Steven Meeks dressed in a very familiar sweater. His surprise melted quickly into an amused smile.

“Say Stevie?” Steve jumped at his voice slightly, head whipping up.

“Y-you surprised me!” He puffed up his cheeks and Ger shot him an apologetic smile. “what’s up?”

“Have you seen my grey sweater?” Immediately red colored Meeks’ cheeks. Ger could count on one hand how many times he’d seen Steve blush. He just wasn’t the type to, not really.

“N-no!” Ger’s smile widened at the crack in his voice.

“Stevie I can see you drowning in fabric.” Drowning was the right word. Steven was the smallest in their friend group – standing at a 5’7 and Pitts was the tallest. Taller than even beanpole Neil. A whole 6’4. His sweater looked almost comical on Meeks.

“It’s Neil’s!” Steve shouted, a little defensive. Ger fixed him with an easy smile, letting him get away with it. He was just glad he didn’t lose his sweater. And plus, Steve looked… comfortable in it.

//

Gerard stared at the blank paper in front of him trying to somehow get the words that were kind of forming in his head onto the paper in front of him. He didn’t understand how Todd and Charlie did it so effortlessly. Keating’s assignments always threw him off – Keating always advised to just write the words as they formed in their heads but that advise never worked for Pitts.

His poetry just didn’t end up like he wanted no matter what Keating preached. He wasn’t sure why, however. Neil had the same problem but his turned out fine. Though that might be because of Todd. Knox’s…

Cameron’s was fine too, a little stiff. But Cameron was a little stiff. It’s just how he was, and he was Pitts’ friend so Pitts liked him like that.

Stevie was already helping with so much; Gerard wasn’t sure how to ask for something else. Steve never judged him or side-eyed him, sure. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t’ get tired of him one day.

Steve always seemed to see Gerard. See that despite struggling with his classes he wasn’t dumb. Sometimes the way the teachers explained things just didn’t make sense in his head and his teachers would get upset if Pitts did things a little differently – even if he got the same results.

Keating’s class was the only expectation but even that was throwing him off.

Just as he thought about giving up, the door flew open.

“Pittsie! Let’s make a portable phone!”

“…what?” Pitts turned around staring at his friend in confusion. They’d made stuff together before, like the radio, but a portable phone? That had never been done. Anything else that they had made had been already made before. Just not by them.

Well, if there was anyone to think of such a crazy idea like that, it was Steven Meeks.

“A portable phone!” Meeks answered, shuffling closer to Pitts’ desk, grinning like the mad man he was.  

“Can’t right now, Stevie. I’m doing Keating’s assignment.” Pitts replied, genuinely sorry. He would much rather conspire with Meeks on his crazy ideas than try and write and fail.

“Do you want me to help you out?” Stevie said, not at all looking bothered that he would have to put his idea to the side until Gerard was done. In fact, there was a little eager sparkle in his eye as he peered at Gerard. Though that might be the light reflecting off his glasses.

Did Steven really like tutoring that much?

“You don’t have to waste your time like that,” Gerard reassured, “I’m sure you have better things to do.”

Meeks rolled his eyes, which, rude.

“Oh, God forbid I spend more time with my best friend.” Meeks groaned dramatically, before moving ot sit on ger’s bed and peer over at the paper in front fo him. “I actually like spending time with you, dummy.”

Which…

“Oh.”

Meeks rolled his eyes again before fixing his glasses and helping Gerard.

//

They were laying down on the roof when it finally occurred to Gerard.

They were both out of breath from laughing and dancing as their radio played their favorite song in the background. Then they’d fallen onto their backs to rest.

And as they lay their looking at the sky, Gerard started thinking.

Gerard did everything with Steve. They woke up together, went to breakfast together, ate together, studied together, went to classes together, everything together.

When they snuck out in the dark, they’d hold hands so the other wouldn’t get lost.

They’d sit shoulders and thigs pressed in the old cave.

Whenever their friends paired off, it was Steven and Gerard together. The only other duo was Todd and Neil, with Cameron, Charlie, and Knox all being together or pairing off in between each other.

And Todd and Neil did everything together too. The only difference was that they held hands even if it wasn’t dark and that they leaned over to kiss each other.

Gerard wouldn’t mind kissing Steve. He felt even if he leaned over a little now and did it, it wouldn’t be strange or weird.

It was a very big realization for what had otherwise been just another Tuesday morning.

“Say… Stevie?”

“Yeah?”

“Are we… Are we dating?”

There was a pause and Gerard held his breath.

“I mean… do you want to? Date me, I mean?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

“Okay cool. Then we are.”

“Oh, okay.’

Gerard reached over and grabbed Steven’s hand.

//

happy birthday @zeegy !!

dksfajds sorry for any mistakes bestie, i wrote this in class falsdkjfkd

[thegraveyardshifts]

The change is exciting to watching, something akin to quiet awe sparkling in Maddox's dark eyes as Knox bellows like the animal they've become. Oh, now that's an ability worth having, not being an immortal and immoral butler for whoever decides to summon you. It takes everything in the undead not to grin, deciding that the other's ego doesn't need such a boost.

"Just fucking try," Maddox growls back at them, letting out a slow breath as he's hit again, somewhat winded by the sheer amount of muscle behind the other's blows. He has the height advantage but, even then, Knox's stockiness means they hit fucking hard.

"Steady. It's a good earner. You should come do a few rounds, think you'd enjoy yourself,"

"Try not to be too much a dick about it when you claim the favor." They tease. Though, they figure they could change their face a lil. They blink and their eyes become like an alligator before the corner of their mouth tears up mid-cheek revealing a Cheshire cat-smile but all of his—too many—teeth are pointy. The last thing to change are their nails turning into sharp claws and with much efforts their chest vibrates as they bellow.

They chuckle as they take the punch. "That one hurt like a bitch! Might have to make you kiss it better." They're fucking with Maddox just to distract the undead a lil. The familiar ain't tall, but hits like a tank. Fighting for fun like that kinda brings back a bit of the violence they've been trying to keep at bay since the Solstice. They tell themselves that as long as they keep it to sparring with the undead, everything should be fine. "How are things at the Brawlers by the way?"

[flawedwrites]

SAWYER KNOX & CLAUDIA DAVIAU  [ the softness of beginnings ] CONTINUED FROM HERE / CLOSED STARTER

          While Sawyer Knox had never thought she’d ever have considered dating anyone this much younger than herself until Claudia Daviau had stolen he affections. The editor didn’t want to say quite yet that she’d stolen her heart as they were still new, but still. There was attraction there, a need of desire that the older woman knew that only Claudia could give her. So when Claudia asked her over for dinner, Sawyer had more than happily agreed. “Yes I will come over for dinner but hold on and stop talking for one second will you?” Sawyer made a playful kiss at the brunette - fingers still threaded through Claudia’s hand. “First though I’m going to kiss you because this is the perfect opportunities and opportunities like this shouldn’t just be thrown away don’t you think?” And with that Sawyer pressed her lips against Claudia’s and kissed her hungrily, right there in the aisle of the grocery store. People were probably watching but Sawyer didn’t care. God she wanted Claudia so badly. 

         “So if you’re cooking, should I grab something for dessert? What time should I come over?” Sawyer asked one question after the other, unable to stop the big grin from spreading on her face as she searched Claudia’s eyes to figure out how the other woman had also felt about it. @atwoodryan​

[fanastywhump]

Whumptober 24. Secret Injury

(repost from @fanastyfinder)

Knox stumbled into the kitchen on the inn, gripping the counter for support. It was past midnight and everyone was already in bed. He had been able to hold himself together through the recap meeting of the Monarch Society, barely able to sit upright in his chair as Brayford went through the debrief and Raphael and Griffon fought. Usually the young men’s bickering made him smile, but not tonight. He had been able to make it out right as the meeting ended, escaping before anyone noticed he was gone.

Making it to the sink, Knox leaned heavily on the sturdy metal. Slowly, he lifted his shirt, revealing a poorly wrapped bandage. Soaked with blood, he was surprised it had not leaked through his blue shirt. He let it fall into the sink and bent awkwardly to check just how bad the wound was. The cut itself wasn’t terribly deep, but it was long and might need stitches. He hadn’t wanted to worry anyone. Knox had been taking care of himself for so long that there was really no point in upsetting anyone else. He wasn’t worth their concern. Cupping some water out of a barrel next to the wash bin, he splashed it onto his stomach, hissing from the sting.

“Don’t drip on the floor, hun.” Knox twisted around, accidentally spilling another handful of water when he grabbed his torso not just to hide the wound, but because the sudden movement made him gasp in pain. Annetta stood in the kitchen doorway, illuminated by a sole candle. “What did I just say?” she said flatly.

“I..I--” Knox started, but Annetta waved her hand to silence him, coming close. Knox tried to back up but the sink was in his way. Setting her candle on the counter, Annetta lifted Knox’s shirt, much to his embarrassment and protests. She raised an eye at him, taking note of his flushed face.

“I’ve treating scratches like this longer than you’ve been alive. Don’t flatter yourself with modesty, I left my man upstairs to see why you were shuffling around like a limp dog and sneaking into my kitchen at all hours of the night.” She pointed to a barstool and stepped to the side to rummage through some drawers. Knox barely had time to catch the rag she threw at him from over her shoulder. “Towels for blood are in this cabinet. You touch my good towels, and I’ll scalp you.” She turned her head to glare at him. “Got that?” He nodded mutely. “Good.” Annetta walked over, plopping some supplies on the counter before him. Knox could see some strips of bandages, a needle and thread, and he wasn’t too keen on that small knife beside the water bowl.

“D..d-do you have-do you have tumeric?” She raised her eyebrows at him and he was almost cowled into not finishing, but braved on, “Or crushed garlic? I-it h..h...h-helps-it clots the blood and alleviates pain.”

“I know what it does, Knox.” He ducked his head, but not before he saw her approving nod. “You know your stuff.” She went back to the cabinets and grabbed a few jars before starting to work on the cut. She wasn’t gentle exactly, more like firm, working in silence. She stitched him up with deft movements and in no time, it was done. Knox lowered his shirt over his newly bandaged torso when Annetta broke the silence softly, “Don’t you ever do this again.” He looked at her in surprise, but she was cleaning up the counter.

“W-what?”

She sighed. “When will you accept that you’re part of this group, Knox? Brayford and I don’t let just anyone in here to stay. You’re part of the Society. Act like you know that we give a damn.”

Knox was quiet. He was thankful that she didn’t press him further as he helped her sanitize the counter and materials, replacing the items in their proper places.”Thank you,” he said and she just nodded, picking up her candle once more before heading to the door to the upstairs hall. “Y-You’re not-you can’t be that much older than me,” he said to her back. She stiffened and then turned to him, smiling suddenly.

“Care to place a bet on that?”

Knox wasn’t too sure of his chances anymore.

[giovannaxwallace]

"I like things to be busier, too," she admitted, though they had different reasonings behind it. Busy didn't typically equate to fun for Giovanna but it kept the constant whirring of her mind from all that was going on in it. "Okay, yeah," she nodded her head, a smile tugging on the corners of her lips. Giovanna was quick to hand her phone over to Knox so that he could put his number in it. As much as she was conflicted about his arrival in Kismet Harbor, it was the first time in a long time that she felt like she could have a relationship with her siblings again. "Looking forward to it," she smiled, lifting her drink to cheers Knox. @knoxwallace

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Knox would never have guessed that Kismet was a tourist destination of any sort, but he was glad to hear it. The town was turning out to be more lively than he'd expected and he needed that. Boredom was something Knox had never done well with, so as long as the town had enough to offer, he was hopeful that he could make it work there. "Good shit. I like things to be a little busier, keeps things fun." Fun meant busy and busy meant that Knox was less likely to get himself into trouble. "Beach volleyball, yeah, I can fuck with that. I've got a mean spike, so...yeah. I'd like that." It was far more than he'd been expecting out of his first attempt popping in on Gio, but he was glad that it was taking them somewhere. "I can give you my number or whatever if you want to text me the details for it all. Or just whatever."

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