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bakery brawl | sage & noah & will & declan

Will rattled his way through the different cases of baked goods. He’d passed this place on more than one occasion, even bought croissants and muffins on his way to ‘work’ while casing the place out. The shop, The Flour Garden, was owned by a small witch. She seemed meager enough. Relatively easy to handle if she came down to see what all the commotion was about ( not that he was trying to get caught ) while he had his guns and his enchanted axes.  Moving away from the cases, Will shuffled through the drawers lining the cabinets on the walls. They contained ingredients labeled with cursive writing. Extract of poppy, rosemary, hemlock, amethyst… even if they weren’t things worth taking, he could still make a show out of its destruction. After all, supernaturals certainly didn’t mind wreaking havoc on the lives of humans, so why should he care about them? Yanking the drawer from its compartment, he tipped the drawer over and let the bottles shatter on the floor. “Find anything good, Declan?” he called over his shoulder.

Meanwhile, Sage tiptoed down the stairs that led to anding of her apartment’s front door. Still clad in her pajamas, Sage stilled when she heard voices barking through the back entrance of the bakery. At least one was a man, of that she was certain. Heart racing, Sage fumbled for her phone, sitting in the pocket of her bathrobe. With clumsy fingers, she typed meN in stOre and sent it to Noah as fast as her hands would allow. Sucking in a trembling breath, Sage struggled to calm the bombardment of her heart beating in her chest. Then she whispered, “silentium,” magic briefly charging the air for an instant and then vanishing before Sage made her way down the stairs, footsteps completely silenced.

declan wasn’t too sure why they were in the bakery in the first place. the witch that owned it seemed harmless enough, and had even sold him sleep aid baked goods at some point. he was sure he still had some in his cabinet from the last time he bought them. if will thought the place needed searching, however, declan wasn’t going to be the one to let him do it alone. he knew better than anyone that a harmless appearance couldn’t always be trusted. he ran his hand along the spines of books in their shelves, his eyes passing over each title before landing on a spiral spine journal. he pulled it from its place, much more carefully than will was moving around, and opened it to flip through the pages. “nothing,” he responded, reading over the recipe for the cookies he had from her. “honestly? i think she’s just a baker.” 

just outside, noah reached the front of sage’s store, claws out in place of his fingernails and his ears tuned in to the direction of the shop. the stench of humans hit his nose before he could reach the sidewalk in front of the shop. he kept to the shadows, figuring that whoever was inside would be looking out the window to lookout. there were two of them from what he could tell. one of them smelled strongly of liquor, and older than the other. he turned around the side of the building, between sage’s shop and the store next to it. he was going to wait, pulling out his phone to text sage that he had arrived, when her very familliar scent reached him from inside the store. “fuck,” he growled, tucking his phone away and backing up across the door. in a swift motion, he kicked it open. “show yourselves!” 

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We aren’t just friends. Just friends don’t stare that long. Just friends don’t smile like that. Just friends don’t say the things we say and just friends don’t do the things we do. Just friends… are not what we are.

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DECLAN.

“my dependance on this vile device is becoming quite troubling.” the angel said with an accompanying frown, tossing the phone down. she’d thought more than once how she would not be able to take it with her to the gardens of heaven. a thought that usually put her in a much fowler mood as it beckoned the question as she when she would be able to return home at all. “how did you fare at the party? i must admit i made my exit within minutes of arriving.” @declantylr

declan smiled as he watched ananiel toss down her phone. of all the supernaturals, the angels were always his closest allies. those that didn’t hate humanity for involving them in the war in the first place, that is. “that’s the biggest curse on humanity these days,” he chuckled, well aware of how confusing mobile phones could be. he himself hated using his for more than calling and texting. “the party was alright. i was there most of the night to look out for everyone. ended up going home drunk.”

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          it’s a difficult environment to be in, any hunter would feel the same. but he was thankful he wasn’t the only one, and most likely not the only who felt out of place. turning his head to his cousin, diego took the offered bottle. he eyed the bottle for second before taking a testing sip, “expensive as hell.” taking more than a sip while he looked around briefly. “i think this was a shit idea, what were they thinking? inviting everyone here?” nothing good could come from this, were they all supposed to leave the place as friends? from who he could tell, he could already see the tension between the vampires and werewolves. the humans looked uneasy, they were at the bottom of the food chain in this scenario.

declan nodded in agreement, taking another large drink from his bottle as he eyed a passing siren. “yup!” he exclaimed it almost too excitedly, his head beginning to feel heavier as he looked back at diego. “can’t wait to see which one of them breaks the ice.” he wasn’t hoping for bloodshed, but he didn’t doubt at least one body would turn up because of this event. “i’m betting on the dogs.” 

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[ TXT →  NOAH 🐻WILSON]

Sage: wait but what if you get hurt??

Sage: i can meet you at the door or idk i can climb out a window and meet you out front?

Noah: i'm a werewolf sage i'll just kill whatever's in there

Noah: stay put. don't make me say it again okay

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[ TXT →  NOAH 🐻WILSON]

Sage: yeah. it sounds like banging around in the shop

Sage: i locked the doors when i came up for the night

Sage: i think i should check it out. what if they're stealing stuff?

Noah: stuff can always be replaced, but you can't be

Noah: stay there i'll go

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[ TXT →  NOAH 🐻WILSON]

Sage: spoopy!

Sage: it's pajama time noah i'm not prepared for danger

Sage: i heard it once then i thought i heard it again, but i wasn't sure

Sage: definitely heard it again

Noah: o foreal ?

Noah: make sure all your doors and windows are locked

Noah: don't go downstairs. have you checked the street?

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Layla only heaved a light sigh as Declan responded. It made sense he lacked desire to be there, caught up in the storm of heightened emotions. He didn’t fit, he didn’t want to fit. Which was alright, too. However, since he was there, he should make the best of it. Layla would see to that. So first, her thumb reached out and rubbed at the corner of his lips, as if to erase the sarcastic smile he mustered for her. “I…” she looked to the side, a slight frown creasing her forehead. “I need some fresh air. Care to join me?” In fact, she’d be perfectly fine staying inside, yet Declan could use a change of scenery, that much she knew.

he truly didn’t know why he had shown up to the party at all. it certainly wasn’t because of the threat in the invitation, the warning against not attending. he didn’t care if the vampires were offended by a decision about a party. that would have been a petty offense to be so bothered by. perhaps he had shown up merely to back up the other humans and hunters in the room. knowing the destructive nature of both the supernaturals and members of the society, he felt he was in the right place for whatever were to come. 

declan’s tense shoulders slightly dropped at the invitation to step outside. he didn’t trust layla, but he believed if she were to do anything bad to him it wouldn’t be of a violent nature. he nodded, pushing himself away from the bar that he had been leaning on for most of the night. “i would love to.”

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[ TXT →  NOAH 🐻WILSON]

Sage: hey noah, are you still awake?

Sage: i think i hear something bumping around in the shop? but idk?

Sage: am i being paranoid?

Noah: it's a ghost get the salt!

Noah: was it one sound or is it repeating

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beaxrusso‌:

There was so much tension in Bea’s. All her senses were on alert. Things could turn south at any moments. It was such a bad idea to held this event and part of her couldn’t shake the idea that the Delacroix knew that. And that they wanted chaos to come out of this. Seeing her friend only succeeded in making her smile genuine. “Tell me you’re hating this as much as I do,” she said while bringing her glass of bourbon to her lips. “Do they really expect things to end good?”

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“i think that’s the point.” through declan’s sour mood, he mustered a smile for bea. one would think that one of his oldest and most trusted friends could somehow comfort him at such an event, but the idea that she was among one of the many humans that could be attacked tonight sent him into a further despair. “they want blood. they always do.” 

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The moment the blonde stalked off in the opposite direction, Cass let out a snort of laughter, squeezing her brother’s arm. “Oh man. No - I’m not sure I could even if I tried. Isn’t that the whole point of being the youngest?” Casting another glance at the retreating female, she shook her head. “Besides, you can do better than that. Find someone with a sense of humor at least.” Cass tilted her head as she cast her gaze around the room before nodding off to Noah’s left. “Like her. Redheads are always fiery and pretty much down for anything… so I’ve heard. Anyway, how are you enjoying the party? Better now that I’m here, I’m sure,” she added with another wicked grin.

“she wasn’t going to be my wife.” despite his annoyance, he turned away from the direction the blonde went off in to look at his sister. he didn’t bother looking at the girl cassandra was talking about. “red heads aren’t really my thing,” he continued, snatching a filled shot glass off of the tray a waiter passed by with. he quickly downed it and shook his head. “everything’s always better with you around.” though he spoke sarcastically, noah somewhat meant what he said. 

Livin’ It Up || Cass & Noah

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