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hey angel, tell me, do you ever try to come to the other side? ♫

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that’s my type of woman; (insp)

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      A morgue attendant. Surprise flitted across her face when he shared that little aspect with her, and it was with regard to both the nature of the job and the fact that he’d never shared about that aspect of his life before - not when she couldn’t pry it out of him at least. “I bet that that skill comes in handy. And yes, you might just win the award for most creepy - job.” Her tone was kind, making sure he knew she would not look think of him any worst for it. How do you embrace life around so much death? There’s so much to figure out about you, Isaac Lahey. “Do you ever think about going back to high school?” 

        She began to fold one of the edges down over the side of the bed, not missing that he had barely moved, and his hands seemed to be shaking ever so slightly. Once she spoke, Allison reached for him instinctively, closing her arms around him in a tight hug. The gesture was affectionate, but more importantly, it was one of comfort, and it seemed just about the best thing she could offer him at the time. The night had been tough on him, and it was probably all just the tip of the iceberg when it came to his troubles, and he seemed on the verge of a tipping point. “You’ll be okay, Isaac.” She leaned back, giving his forearms a squeeze before she released him. “All you can do is figure it out one step at a time. And I’ll be around to help, of course.” 

         Grinning, she continued, in the hopes of lightening the mood they were in, “What? I’m not a hit-and-run type of person, okay? Just take your time, figure things out, but in the mean time, you have somewhere safe to stay when you need it.” 

Isaac winced visibly as he heard her hit her head and everything fall down around her. “Sorry about that.” His tone was sheepish as he saw her reenter the room rubbing her head. He didn’t want to admit to her that he was jumpy enough that he had freaked out for a moment when he hadn’t been able to find her straight away. The more he thought about it, the more he was embarrassed by his reaction. Especially since it ended with her hitting her head. A smile made it’s way onto his face as she complimented his stitching skills. Since they met, he tended to remember the positive things she said to him. It helped in times when he was at his very lowest.“I don’t know if I told you. But I work as a morgue attendant. It’s where I learned the skill originally. Gotta be precise in that situation. Kind of morbid I know.” he said, shrugging his shoulders. Isaac sometimes felt like he was surrounded by death. His brother, his mom, his job. It seemed to permeate everything for him. It was pretty bad and then when you added his dad and his punishments on the top, it was suffocating. He reached out for the sheet and started to unfold it to put it on the bed. He had a lot of nervous energy left over from the adrenaline that was still coursing through his veins. He was sure once it wore off, he’d pass out for 12 hours. He took a deep breath, looking down at the sheet in his hands. “I don’t know what I’m going to do.” He was voicing what he hadn’t dared think of. He didn’t know where he would be able to go if not back to his dads. 

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       “If we go in guns blazing, we’re going to tell them exactly where we are. Are you any good with a knife instead?” 

“Fine by me kid,––But just out of curiosity, what’s your plan?”

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favorite character meme » scenes [1/7] ↳ after discovering her family’s legacy

I’m okay. I’m okay.        Do I still have to write you a ticket?

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          Another breath was inhaled, this one sharper than before, and she met his gaze as calmly as she could muster. “I said, what’s going on, Dad?” I know everything, but I just need to hear you say it. To hear the words come out of his mouth, that would truly cause the walls around what she knew to crumble, but to deny otherwise would only mean that they would end up worse off than when they began. She’d seen the pain in his eyes at their funeral - pain, and perhaps guilt. 

         “The Gilberts, what you do - it’s all interlinked, isn’t it? We’re the Argents, and we hunt the supernatural.” She tried to keep her voice even, but her voice cracked a little upon the last word. “Is all of that true?” 

Chris was reading the newspaper, or well trying to at least. His mind kept drifting of to the events that happened not too long ago. To how he just lay there unable to move, talk, jsut watch how his friends were killed. How he was helpless and at the mercy of the creature, thinking that once it was done with them, it would come for him and his little girl would be felt without parents. How so many children in this town seemed to fall curse to that destiny. But his worse fear never came to be. He watched their blood gather underneath their lifeless bodies. He didn’t know how long he lay there, how long he strained against the poison until he manged to move his fingers, then arms and finally he managed to shakily get to his feet before going to help Alaric. He was cut out of his thought at the sound of his daughter’s voice.

“I got distracted. What did you say?” Chris asked folding the newspaper and resting it on his lap as he faced Allison.

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           Her gaze rose to meet his, the smallest hints of a smile at the corner of her lips. “I got you. Don’t worry. Just one more second.” Searching around them, she found a large leaf and slotted it under the spindly, eight-legged creature, then leaving it alive on a shrub nearby. “Maybe she’s looking for a new mate.”

Isaac came to a stop, his eyes focusing on Allison before he spotted the large spider that was crawling up his arm. “Can you please get it off me?” He had a well ingrained fear of spiders.

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           “Drama’s shit. Tell me about it, mine unfortunately involves drama of the family variety. Looks like we may be straddling the same boat after all.” Releasing a laugh, she shrugged, and pursed her lips in mock contemplation. “Only if you let me toss some booze into the mix. Go in there and tear the walls down, and drink to our exploits after.”

“I don’t mind,” Diana shook her head. “There’s just been a lot of drama going on with some people at school.” Drama was an understatement. “I think I am too. Overdue for rebellion, that is. Feeling like doing some hard drugs and graffitiing the school later?”

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            The sound of their breathing were the only sounds she heard in the parking lot. The scuttling, the scrape of claws on metal, all of that had stopped the moment they appeared on the sidewalk. Whatever it was had leapt off the roof of one of the few remaining parked cars, and now she’d lost it. She relaxed a fraction, though she was still on high alert, the dagger she had whipped out from her bag clenched tightly in her hand. Her eyes fell on it now, then back to him. “It’s a Chinese Ring Dagger. And it’s not for you. I thought I saw -” Something. Allison shook her head. “Sorry if I startled you.”

                            “Fine– Not moving.” Brett grit out the words between his teeth, holding out both hands and watching her like a hawk. He came to an immediate stop across from her. His eyes strayed to what she had in her hand.

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NAME: AllyRINGTONE : Parachute - Ingrid MichaelsonPICTURE:

LAST TEXT RECEIVED: up for our regular lunch at 1?LAST TEXT SENT: how about a picnic instead? there’s an open air concert.

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         Allison’s arm shot out abruptly, bringing them to a stop. 

                         “No. Sudden. Movements. You hear me?”

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       “And what have you been distracted by?” After a pause, she added, “if I might ask. And let’s just call it my teenage rebellion phase, I’m probably overdue for one.” 

“A lot on my mind?” she offered. “Why the stomp?”

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            Gaze dropping to where his hand fell atop hers, Allison proffered another smile, dipping her head in acknowledgment of his thanks before she left him to see to his wounds. Moving down the hallway towards the guest room, she double checked the area to make sure none of her dad’s ‘equipment’ were lying around. No need to pull the trigger on that fact - not yet, anyway - and she didn’t want him to be anymore freaked out than he already was. Once double checked and certain, she began flipping light switches, bathing the room in a warm light. 

             Stretching her frame, she reached upward into the closet to pull out the clean sheets, frustrated, she ventured deeper into the small space, her tongue just extending past her teeth as she strained to reach the top shelf. In the midst of her concentration, she failed to notice him entering the room, and jumped when he called her name, the top of her head bumped against the shelf, causing a barrel of assorted objects to tumble down around her. Rubbing the top of her head gingerly with one hand, she picked up a set of clean sheets with the other. “I’m here,” she muttered mournfully as she stepped back into the room. 

            Laughing at her predicament, Allison lifted the bundle of material in her arms, before setting it on the bed to be folded out. “I was trying to get you some clean sheets.” Stepping closer, she inspected his efforts on his wound.  “If I didn’t see it for myself, I probably wouldn’t have believed it, but you might just stitch better than I do, Lahey.” Though her voice was teasing, she was once again starkly reminded of how he had ended up there. Hers was a skill, his had been a need.

“Thank you for this Allison. I really appreciate it.” he said, his hand resting lightly on top of hers for a moment before his hand dropped back to his side. He was awkward at the moment sure, but he needed for her to know how much he really did appreciate this. Especially with Blair out of town and not really having anywhere else to go. He felt isolated from more than a few people that he had been friends with before everything had gotten really bad. It was just how it had turned out. It was hard not to be isolated in that kind of situation. “I’ll just go clean up my face.” he said, walking towards the bathroom she had pointed to.

Luckily the cut on his face wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been and though it did look like it’d need stitches. He cleaned it as best as he could with the supplies he had before stitching it up using the surgical needle and thread in his bag. It didn’t take him too long to do this, not with how practiced he had gotten at patching his own wounds.

When he emerged again from the bathroom, he looked around for Allison in the room that she had mentioned. “Allison?” he said tentatively walking into the room. He was still a little jumpy from the events of the night, so when he didn’t see her straight away he was slightly worried.

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