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wolfiebandit​:

She understood Ember’s desire to protect her brother, she felt the same about Scorpius, and brotherly love was an unbreakable bond “Frank understands that along with the alpha position comes a lot of responsibilities, but I’m sure he will manage deal with everything, and even with all that, do you know what his biggest concern is? You” took a sip of her coffee, thinking about what else say to her cousin, something that would reassure her, she wasn’t exactly good with advices “He has Scorpius as beta now, which can be a great help for him, and also being close to his cousin can cheer him up a little”

Ember nodded her head. She knew Franklin knew of the importance of his position and every responsibility that came with it. They’d touched on it last time they’d spoken ( that and the fact their father had been having an affair ). “And he knows that we’ve got his back. We’ll do whatever it takes to help him out when he needs it,” she said with a nod of her head. She bit her bottom lip. “I don’t want him worrying about me when he has... the world on his shoulders,” for lack of a better phrase. “I’m-- I’ve got you, and Ivy. I’ve got the family. Plenty of people to keep an eye on me. But-- I know how it’s impossible to turn off you sibling protectiveness,” she added, smiling softly. Ember picked up another sweet and popped it into her mouth, chewing as she listened to Bandit. That was true, Scorp was there as his beta now. And having him - who Ember thought balanced Franklin out well - would be good for Frank and the pack. “Honestly, as long as I don’t see that Melanie woman, I’ll be fine. If I see her, well, Bandit, don’t let her near me, okay?” she said. “Franklin told me,” she added, informing her cousin that she now knew about her father’s affair.

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franklin-marsh​:

“It’s frozen solid.” The older sibling gestured to the aluminum pan. Franklin had cooked enough of the casseroles to know that an hour was the perfect amount of time to cook it. “If it would end the war, I’d be happy. I already married for love once and I fucked it up.” It was Franklin’s worst mistake, cheating on Damian. “We know it was Katya. It had to have been.”

She chuckled. “Yeah, yeah, I know. I can’t eat frozen casserole,” she told him. “And if anything, you’re the casserole expert now,” she added. Ember frowned. “Well, I wouldn’t be happy,” she uttered. “And I don’t know what the Alpha of the Marsh Pack being married to the Matriarch of the Windham Coven would actually look like. I don’t think it’s the fall on the cross you assume it would be,” she admitted. “You couldn’t continue the Marsh name in the same way, not that that’s the end of the world though,” she added. Things weren’t so archaic nowadays. Ember nodded. “But was it just Katya?” she asked. 

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necrcmancr​:

“Hurt is an understatement,” she replied, unable to look at her as she said it. She wasn’t embarrassed by how she died but she had so many questions and she hoped that with time she’d remember something. She couldn’t help but laugh at her joke, finding her statement not only funny but true. She did have fight so why didn’t she fight harder? Why did she stop fighting the moment she got hurt? That wouldn’t happen again, she’d make sure of it. “Is that a good or a bad thing?”

Anger bubbled beneath the surface. Someone had hurt Calla so badly, that the only turn around from it, had been to turn her into a vampire. She’d been dying. Dying. Without being able to refrain from it, Ember growled. The redhead looked away for a second, trying to gather herself. “I’m so angry for you,” she whispered. Ember smiled as Calla laughed, thankful for the normal moment shared between them. “Hmm, good thing I think,” she replied.

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franklin-marsh​:

Franklin turned on the oven, jumping up to sit on the counter next to the stove. He brought his foot up to sit on the counter. “Give it like an hour.” He gestured to the frozen dinner. “She’s been better. Losing her son, nephew, and husband all within two years, it’s harder on her than either of us.” He sighed, his head leaning back against the above cabinet. “I want to end this war, Em. At this point, I’d marry Brooke to end it.”

Ember pouted. “An hour?” she asked. But she supposed it was accurate, being that the casserole was frozen and all. She nodded, glancing over her shoulder to the doorway, although their mother didn’t stand in the doorway, she supposed it was symbolic of her being somewhere in the house. “She’s incredible,” Ember said, exhaling with a laugh. She couldn’t believe how incredible their mother was. How strong she’d been. She was remarkable. It made their father’s betrayal all the more puzzling. The redhead set her jaw. “I know, so do I,” she murmured softly. “Marry her over my dead body,” she uttered. “You’re not marrying anyone you don’t want too. We can find peace by more than sacrificing your happiness,” she told him. “And since we can’t pinpoint who it was that ordered Jeremy’s death, and who were involved in it I-- Don’t even entertain the idea, Franklin,”

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franklin-marsh​:

Franklin was happy that the ride home was short. He opened the kitchen door for her, allowing her to step in before him. “We will heat up that casserole for you.” A smile spread across his face as he took the casserole out of the freezer. “And then we can talk to mom, yeah?”

Ember shrugged her coat off, hanging on the back of a chair. She nodded her head with a smile. “Gimme some noodles,” she sang spoke, trying to make herself feel a little more normal. Bar the funeral, she hadn’t been home in a while. The idea of being there, without Dad, was hard. It was... not right. She nodded her head. “Yeah, okay, that sounds good to me, I should see how she’s holding up,” she admitted.

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necrcmancr​:

“I was going to die, Ember, it didn’t matter if it was against my will or not, I did it for survival,” she told her, wondering how long that answer would work - seeing as Calla didn’t know the reason why she accepted being turned. “I don’t go down that easily, I have a little more fight in me then people think,” she said as she placed a hand on Ember’s and offered her a weak smile. “I just… Friends have never been a thing I’ve been good at so I don’t want to lose the ones I have”

She blinked. Ember hadn’t even considered that Calla could have been seriously injured, dying, and in need of saving. “Someone hurt you?” she whispered, unable to speak any louder. If she wasn’t so upset by the idea, she’d have growled. Full on Marsh, lycan growled. But anger could come later. “I’m so sorry you had to go through that, Calla,” she told her softly. The redhead cracked a small smile, for Calla’s benefit. “You stormed into a lab, in a storm with flooding, and forced me out to keep me safe. I know exactly how much fight you’ve got girl,” she told her. And suddenly her smile was genuine. “It your turning was anything like my first shift, I cannot the strength you displayed to get through it,” she admitted. “I’ve never been easily scared off, Cal, and once I like someone, they’re stuck with me,” she promised.

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damianceltradat​:

𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎: Drury Lane, In front of his house

𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗: Dusk

𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑: Open

ǫᴜᴀᴋɪɴɢ ɴɪɢʜᴛᴍᴀʀᴇs ᴛʜᴀᴛ ʀᴀᴛᴛʟᴇᴅ ʜɪᴍ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀᴛʟᴀɴᴛɪᴄ ʜᴜᴇs ᴡɪᴅᴇ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ; kept his bare feet running across the fine granules of sand that moved beneath powerful pushes off against the ever moving sands of the lake’s shoreline, the lulls from haphazard waves lazily crushing against the shoreline behind him not even the circumference of endless body of water drowned out his past thus meant he had to run, run off the dreadful fear of dreams no mortal dares to dream. One foot and to the next, running along the pavement to his destination, kept his head low to not diverge from the chosen path, alternative route home never allowing his travels to be predictable which gave him a sense of relief or was it the endorphins being released? whatever it may be, it showed in his breathing steady there was no friction to riddle in his lungs.

Return to the dead end street where his house was nestled in between a thicket of trees, his head arose to catch the sun disappearing behind the trees as if swallow whole by mother nature herself, beautiful. Scanning over the scenery before him, seeing the draping of eco-friendly plastic tarp over the front of his porch not the entrance of the porch but the rest of it that stretch around to be that of the back porch as well. Grass blades bent under the weight of his steps that had turned into decreased stride, still the glistening from salty water shone over his body as he reached to his back pocket to remove his tank top that was slightly damp from wet shorts found a home around the back of his neck. From the run he felt that he should continue on the high and be productive that productivity for that of the framework of his porch.

But he didn’t even reach the front steps of the porch when he felt a presence in his vicinity, sneer of bearing his teeth sliding into a forced smile as he turned to see the person. Believing it was one of the annoying kids from earlier that day. “You utter another wise crack about the muffin man,” He paused to sharpen his leering gaze. “And you’ll find yourself without larynx, think wisely about your next words.” Damian warned the person, unbeknownst to him that it was the sixteen years from that afternoon. Removing his tank top from the back of his neck in a smooth whipping motion, catching the material under his armpit and stepping away from the picket fence. His smile less sinister. 

Ember wouldn’t have even come across Damian if she hadn’t been in that part of town for a case. A few blocks out was the crime scene of a grizzily domestic violence case, and Ember had been called to observe the scene and take samples for testing and investigation. It’s how she found herself in her car on the outskirts of town driving samples back to the lab. However, a familiar figure caught her attention. No it couldn’t be. Ember stopped dead in the middle of the road. She had to gather herself because she was sure she’d just seen the ghost of a person of her past. Someone who had left in the dead of night without anything but a note and a necklace as explanation. He’d told her that it was doubtful they’d see each other again.

No, it couldn’t be him. Curiosity got the better of her and she began driving again, crawling down the lane, stopping when the man turned onto a long road. Ember squinted to read the road sign. Drury Lane. She had to get back to the lab. She had very important evidence in her car ...but

If it was Damian...she had to find out. There was a time when they’d been very close. Damian had been one of the only person growing up that Ember had felt comfortable enough to be herself. To not worry about expectations or keeping up with the pack mentality. He’d helped her breath when she sometimes felt she couldn’t. Ember’s fingers grazed over the necklace she always hid under her clothes. 

She pulled over, parking her car and continued on foot, once in ear shot she spoke.

“Is it really you?” she called out. Waiting for him to respond. Her breath caught in her throat when she saw him. She glanced over to the only other person on the street, a drunk -- human who was way out of place -- no other houses stood on the street. The drunk quickly hurried down the road after Damian’s threat. The redhead crossed her arms. “That was rude,” she pointed out. But all of a sudden, her eyes filled with tears, not giving her a second to control them, and spilling freely over her cheeks. “You bastard, you said you’d never come back,” she uttered.

Of course, she didn’t mean it. She just hadn’t realised how much she’d missed him until now. Of course, she understood why he’d left. Franklin had fucked up the marriage royally and Ember wasn’t sure she’d have reacted any differently.

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franklin-marsh​:

“Will do.” Franklin stepped away to collect the snacks left on the table while Ember got ready to go home. Whenever she came back, he grabbed her hand and squeezed it. “Let’s go home.”

She said her goodbyes and gave her excuses before grabbing her coat and going back to find Franklin. She pressed a tired smile to her face and let him grab her hand, squeezing his back. “Let’s do it,” she murmured softly.

The ride home didn’t take too long, but the pressure building up inside her chest was overwhelming by the time they stood outside their home. She exhaled, her breath shaking. “It’s a bit overwhelming,” she admitted quietly. “Maybe some chicken noodle casserole would straighten me out,” 

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necrcmancr​:

Normally the beating heart would make her bloodlust go through the roof but the overwhelming smell of wet dog made her not want to be near her. But she pushed through it, she was Ember, she was her best friend. “It’s a long story, Ember, it doesn’t matter, what matters is I’m here and I’m still around” she smiled weakly. At her reassurance that they’d still be friends she let out a laugh, more tears falling down her cheeks. “You know how worried I was you’d hate me?”

Ember hadn’t even thought about how overwhelming she may smell to Calla. And it wasn’t until another lycan crossed the street and Ember caught a whiff of them that she realised. “Oh crap, sorry, Calla,” she said quietly. The redhead frowned. “It does matter. It matters a lot. Especially if it was against your will,” she told her. “But--” she paused. “You’re right. You’re still around and that’s what is important right now,” she agreed, her voice wavering slightly. Ever since seeing Frank the other day and finding out about her father’s affair. Ever since her father had passed, in all honestly, she’d been all over the place ( and yet still unable to react or emote properly ). Ember bit her bottom lip but shook her head. “I-- no. No. I-- God of all the things to be worrying about right now,” she breathed. “I will never hate you, Cal, okay?”

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franklin-marsh​:

Franklin’s arms went around his sister as soon as she was close. He knew that the news was hard to hear, but she needed to know. He wouldn’t regret it, even if he wanted to give Ember the notion that their father was perfect. “Tell them you’re sick. It’s not good to work in a hospital when you’re sick.” He whispered, his chin on top of her head. “I know. I know you aren’t angry with me.”

A small smile pressed to her lips. “You’ve got a point there,” she told him. “But I think they’ll let me go regardless, considering what week it is,” she murmured. “Give me five minutes to say I’m leaving and grab my stuff? We can go home together?” she asked, looking up to him.

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necrcmancr​:

She wasn’t worried about the reactions of many except for Ember, she had grown close to her, especially after the flooding. For some reason, making your way through a storm together to get to a house really brings two people closer together. But she was a vampire now, and Ember was a wolf, it was like oil and vinegar. Was Calla supposed to automatically hate her now? Because she wasn’t sure if she could do that. Ember, on the other hand, she wasn’t sure how she’d feel about her now. But as she saw a figure near her, and she looked up, she could only stare as she saw Ember. “I-” she managed to get out as tears unknowingly began to fall down her cheek, “-you don’t hate me?”

“Oh my god, no,” Ember said suddenly, reaching out to pull Calla into a hug. She kept it brief, unsure as to what the girl's bloodlust was like, and knowing it would be painful to not hear the beating of Ember’s heart. Ember was overwhelmed by the smell of her but pushed past it. New vampires were always overwhelming in their scent. “Are you okay? What --happened?” she asked, choking out the last question. Something serious had happened. Who had turned Calla. Had she wanted it? Ember felt her lip tremble, responding to the tears falling down Calla’s cheeks. “Calla, just because you’re a vampire doesn’t mean I automatically hate you. There’s no intrinsic trait that switches when you turn; wolf or vamp,” she assured her. 

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scorpiusmarsh​:

The wolf smiled when he heard her explanation “I’m happy to know that I’m more interesting than comparing blood spatter patterns, which seems to be the most boring thing on the planet” the man lowered his head on the table, pretending to sleep, smiling at his cousin. He raised his head again, the animation was visible in the sparkle of his eyes “I am thinking of opening a nightclub. Pandemonium” he said, gesturing as he drew the shape of a sign in the air “All species will be welcome” Opening a nightclub had been a dream for some time, and finally now he decided to live it. It was a place to celebrate. The city deserved it after all that had happened. The man had already bought a place, was planning the renovation, carrying with him a huge list of things he would need to buy for the decoration. He put his hands in his pocket, taking the folded paper and placing in front of his cousin “I made a drawing of how I imagine it will look like"

Scorpius took another candy and throwing it up, catching it with his mouth “Bang! What do you think?”

“Hey-- blood spatter patterns happen to be my specialty,” she told him, pointing a warning finger at him, which of course, held no real warning at all. “And my work helps catch criminals,” she reminded him. Ember smiled as she watched her cousin get animated and excited over his nightclub dream. She propped her elbow on the table and dropped her head into the palm of her hand. Her smile brightened. “You should do it,” she told him. “And I love the name,” she added with a chuckle. “Mind you, all species welcome will take a lot of controlling-- better hire some great security,” she mused. Ember looked down as he placed his drawing down in front of her. “Holy crap, this is cool, Scorp!” she uttered. 

She grinned, holding a hand up for her cousin to high-five as she continued to look at the drawing. “It’s so detailed, this is definitely more than just a theoretical thing isn’t it?” she asked, looking up. “Only one thing I can’t see that you should probably have -- a throne for your favourite cousin Ember, to sit on,” she joked. “I think it could be a great idea, there's a gap in the market for a nightclub here. I mean there’s bars, Neon Angel strip club, and Beguiled, although that’s a music and drinks lounge -- but no nightclub,” she told him.

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franklin-marsh​:

“You think I don’t know that?” Franklin snapped. He knew that his sister had a point, but he didn’t want to put all of the blame on the woman, even if she was a homewrecker. “I don’t know. I wish I knew more. I never should have told you.” His voice was weak. He stood up with another twizzler, pausing at the door. “You can hate her as much as I do, Em. I wish I could hate her more.”

“Hey,” all the edge in her voice dissipated at once. She reached forward, grabbing Franklin’s hands in her own. “You know that wasn’t directed at you, my anger is never directed at you,” she told him. And there, her anger had crawled back into her bones to sit tightly for another time, because when it came to Franklin, Ember would always tuck it away. He came first. He always had. Both him and Jeremy, but especially after Jeremy’s death. And Franklin having a messy moment was far worse than Ember. She shook her head. “I-- no, I’m glad you did, I needed to know. I just wish I didn’t have to go back to work,” she admitted. As he stood, so did she. She moved around the table, towards him at the door and wrapped her arms around his waist. Hugging him tightly. “Well then I’ll hate her all the same,” she murmured. “I’m sorry for gettin angry- I know that can’t have been easy for you to tell me,” she added quietly.

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necrcmancr​:

She had tried to get used to everything but the one thing she was struggling with was the increased hearing. She didn’t want to hear about some guy trying to hit on some girl who wasn’t even interested. Sure, spirits talked her ear off but she had managed to tune it out. But people? It was a whole other story. That’s when she felt a pair of eyes on her and quickly looked over, “huh? What?”

Ember hadn’t seen Calla since the flooding and them banding together to get to safety ( holed up in her home ), but seeing the familiar figure, she walked towards her, a smile on her lips. She needed to thank her for getting her ass out of work, seeing as the flooding got worse and a tree caved in the window where she’d been sat. However, she stopped dead when it hit her. That familiar smell. Powdered sugar and Metal. Vampire. Ember looked around, confused. Everyone, every species smelt different, and then on an individual basis also; but there were underlying distinct smells which Ember had associated with species. Vampires; powdered sugar and metal ( iron ), saltwater merfolk; like a sea breeze, freshwater merfolk; a murky pond when the sun hits it’s surface, casters; if it was possible to smell power, that was it, although sorcerers tended to also have the aspect of their elemental leanings....the list went on.

But Calla didn’t smell like Calla. Vampire. Ember’s breath caught in her throat before she walked over quickly. Wide eyes with concern, glinting wet when the sunlight hit them turned their gaze onto her. “Who did this to you?”