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𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞  :  𝐅𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 ! 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬  :  not accepting. 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠  :  none. 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧  :   does  my  muse  have  any  ‘  unusual  ’  habits,  interests,  and  /  or  talents  ?  do  they  hide  it,  or  are  they  proud  of  it  ? 

noemi  doesn’t  consider  any  of  her  hobbies,  interests,  or  talents  particularly  unusual  but  she  certainly  has  accomplished  a  lot  of  party  tricks.  she  knows  how  to  tie  a  cherry  stem  with  her  tongue  in  about  ten  seconds,  an  impressive  number  of  ways  to  open  a  beer  bottle  without  a  bottle  opener  (  about  twenty  one  total  ),  and  has  an  incredible  proficiency  in  sleight  of  hand,  especially  when  it  comes  to  card  tricks.  

ofelia  has  a  particular  talent  for  wielding  swords  and  most  weapons  that  would  have  the  reach  property  in  dungeons  and  dragons.  weapons,  in  general,  that  aren’t  guns,  are  something  that  ofelia  has  always  had  an  eye  for.  want  to  go  axe  tossing  ?  she’ll  teach  you  !  need  someone  to  throw  a  dart  and  hit  a  bullseye  with  a  92%  accuracy  ?  she’s  your  girl  !  piggy  backing  off  of  the  accuracy  thing,  ofelia  is  also  very  good  at  playing  the  part  of  a  pool  shark.  luring  people  in  to  bet  money,  time,  or  something  similar  on  a  game  they  presume  her  to  be  bad  at  is  something  that  she  relishes  in.  she  doesn’t  necessarily  hide  these  things  but  she’s  not  forthright  about  them  either. 

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𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞  :  𝐅𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 ! 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬  :  not accepting. 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠  :  @shatteredhope​, @pinehavenpeaches​ 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧  :   how  meticulously  does  my  muse  look  after  their  physical  appearance  ?  do  they  spend  a  lot  of  time  on  their  hair,  makeup,  grooming,  and  clothing  ?  is  there  a  particular  reason  why  they  do  or  don’t  ?  

though  nicky  is  well  groomed,  he  does  not  currently  have  the  time  or  resources  to  overanalyze  the  way  he  looks.  as  long  as  it’s  clean  and  doesn’t  have  a  stain,  he’s  probably  going  to  wear  it.  he  tries  to  keep  his  hair  at  a  manageable  length  and  he  pretends  to  frequent  the  gym  but  he’s  more  likely  to  do  yoga  at  home.  he’s  conscious  about  washing  his  face  with  a  reliable  skin  care  routine  and  not  buying  three  —  in  —  one  soaps  for  his  hair  and  body.  if  that  means  he’s  going  to  smell  like  warm  vanilla  sugar  then  he’s  willing  to  do  it. 

noemi  showers  every  day  but  washes  her  hair  about  twice  a  week  or  three  times  if  she’s  feeling  like  she  needs  it.  her  hair  is  prone  to  breaking  due  to  how  frequently  it’s  up  in  a  bun  or  a  ponytail  which  continues  the  cycle  of  wearing  it  up  more  but  she  tries  her  best  to  keep  it  down  when  she  can  and  she  is  not  particularly  concerned  about  her  make  up.  as  a  mother  of  d  one,  it’s  hard  to  focus  on  yourself  when  you’ve  got  your  kids  and  that’s  especially  true  when  you’re  also  a  doctor.  make  up  is  light  and  her  clothes  are  more  comfy  and  casual  than  designer  and  chic.  it  works  for  her,  though,  and  she’s  happy  with  it  !  

incredibly  is  the  most  fair  word  to  describe  how  meticulously  ofelia  looks  after  herself  and  more  so  —  both  broadly  and  specifically  —  her  image.  her  cost  of  upkeep  is  not  incredibly  expensive  in  pine  haven  but  she  still  displays  a  certain  kind  of  care  that  comes  from  being  worth  hundreds  of  millions  of  dollars  and  constantly  being  photographed.  though  she  is  much  more  relaxed  now,  she  is  always  impeccably  well  put  together  even  if  she’s  wearing  yoga  pants  that  cost  more  than  your  car  payment  and  a  cropped  sweatshirt.

it  was  around  her  freshman  year  of  high  school  that  poppy  took  to  designing  clothes  with  a  passion  and  by  sophomore  year  she  had  her  own  sewing  machine  and  bolts  of  fabric  leaning  against  a  wall  in  her  bedroom.  growing  up  in  an  age  of  social  media  and  having  an  online  presence,  poppy  has  always  been  conscious  of  the  way  that  she’s  perceived  but  this  mostly  started  after  she  left  home  and  went  to  college.  

laz  has  an  eleven  and  a  half  month  old  depression  beard  on  his  face  and  while  it’s  kept  up  it’s  definitely  a  warning  flag  to  a  larger  issue  at  hand  there.  he  keeps  himself  in  shape  and  for  a  man  in  his  forties,  he  certainly  looks  great  when  he  keeps  his  beard  maintained.  he  wears  well  pressed  suits  and  starched  shirts,  and  though  he  does  have  a  more  casual  aspect  to  him,  it  doesn’t  come  out  quite  often.  some  days  it’s  hard  to  reconcile  the  teenager  who  would  have  rather  died  than  wear  a  suit  with  the  man  who  acts  like  he  was  born  in  one.  maybe  he’s  too  serious  for  his  own  good  and  it’s  expressed  in  the  way  he  dresses  and  carries  himself. 

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𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞  :  𝐅𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 ! 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬  :  accepting. 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠  :  @ofshampain​  𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧  :   which  of  the  four  seasons  suits  my  muse  best,  and  why  ?  

nicky  looks  like  a  boy  made  of  sunshine  with  a  summer  kind  of  soul  but  he  is  all  whipping  winds  and  internalized  cold.  winter  lingers  in  his  bones  and  nothing  has  quite  learned  to  cut  through  it  (  maybe  there’s  something  who  will,  maybe  someone  ).  he  has  spent  so  much  of  his  life  masquerading  a  kind  of  warmth  that  he  has  not  felt  since  his  parents  walked  into  the  fog  and  left  him  with  their  little  girl  to  raise  as  his  own.  she  is  his  world,  he  will  never  deny  or  begrudge  her  that.  in  raising  her,  though,  he  has  lost  pieces  of  himself,  a  chance  to  be  young,  to  experience  life  with  a  safety  net.  all  that  bitterness  has  had  nowhere  to  go.  it  rots  inside.  

perhaps  the  most  straightforward,  she’s  spent  her  life  trying  to  help  people,  to  make  them  healthy,  to  keep  them  safe,  to  allow  them  to  be  better  versions  of  themselves.  there  is  sunlight  in  her  smile  and  while  there  are  cloudy  days,  she  is  a  summer  filled  woman.  she  exudes  warmth  and  brightness,  all  kinds  of  radiating  love.  five  minutes  with  her  and  your  day  will  turn  around.  the  clouds  have  built,  though,  and  they  linger.  forgive  her.  she  is  trying.  

others  have  emotional  reasons  why  they  are  best  suited  to  a  season,  a  desire  to  hide  or  express  themselves  as  applicable,  but  ofelia  claims  to  like  autumn  for  the  simple  reasons.  the  clothes,  the  holidays,  the  treats  —  everything  that  comprises  the  aesthetics  for  that  perfect  shot  on  instagram.  certainly  her  favoritism  has  nothing  to  do  with  the  fact  that  her  mother  despised  the  season  on  principal  because  everything  dies  in  autumn.  there  is  a  subtlety  to  the  art  of  rebellion  that  ofelia  has  mastered  and  it’s  summed  up  in  this:  sometimes  you  pretend  to  enjoy  something  just  to  make  your  mother  mad.  eventually  that  lie  becomes  true  once  you’ve  told  it  enough.  

put  anyone  in  a  flower  crown  long  enough  and  they’ll  look  like  spring  —  the  start  of  a  new  cycle  and  a  beauty  to  be  admired.  poppy  teeters  on  the  precipice  here,  she  is  all  strawberry  smiles  and  defrosting  days  but  her  heart  flourishes  well  into  summer  and  she  does  not  know  where  to  put  herself.  warmth  consumes  her  and  she  radiates  it  year  round.  she  is  sundresses  and  big  hats  as  easily  as  she  is  bikini  tops  and  denim  shorts,  swan  dives  into  swimming  pools  and  bike  rides  with  the  family.  maybe  one  soul  can’t  be  two  seasons  but  in  those  weeks  that  meld  two  seasons,  interspersed  days  that  lean  more  one  way  than  the  other,  that  is  when  she  thrives.  

melancholy  man  who  sits  at  his  desk  and  keeps  his  head  down  year  round  does  not  call  out  to  one  particular  season.  he  ignores  them  all,  even  if  he  does  not  mean  to.  one  could  draw  a  comparison  to  hades,  a  man  who  does  his  work  as  needed,  who  slinks  home  and  back  to  his  bed  for  a  few  short  hours  every  night  and  begins  his  day  again  to  work  ungodly  hours.  one  might  say  that  winter  is  his  season,  if  you  make  this  comparison,  but  in  his  heart  lurks  this  desperate  desire  to  be  free  of  the  routine  he  has  confined  himself  to.  he  may  seem  like  he  is  winter  but  inside  summer  sits  heavy  in  his  chest  waiting  to  be  unleashed. 

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cas + ofelia

 cas was a particular person. did he have the tools to make a life better than the one he had, but it like sisyphus, he rolled his boulder up that mountain again and again, but while sisyphus had the gods pushing the boulder back down, cas was always too terrified to truly push it over the precipice and let it go. it was a simple thing, just one last push, but he always backed down just at the last moment, letting it crash down below, then the guilt set in again, and he started from the beginning. 

no other relationship was more indicative of this than the one he had with ofelia. they had been together for so long, and yet. they were together in his mind, at least a version of together. they were friends with benefits, but at some point he decided that he would be exclusive with her, but he never brought this up to her. he was pretty sure that she was also exclusive with him, but every time he went to ask, he stopped and that boulder came crashing down. 

so, as they sat on this spring day, with a picnic laid out before them, he said “you know, freud really was on some other bullshit, and to think, he was so close to coming to a real breakthrough about psychology." 

for  the  life  of  her,  ofelia  could  not  explain  her  attraction  to  cas.  she’d  always  had  a  thing  for  the  eccentric,  had  dabbled  with  the  starving  artists  types  before,  but  no  one  had  ever  held  so  deeply  on  to  her  attention  as  casimir  had  and  there  were  some  days  it  drove  her  absolutely  mad  trying  to  parse  it  out.  perhaps  it  was  his  self  destructive  tendencies  that  made  her  want  to  help  him  (  the  first  person,  it  should  be  noted,  to  ever  draw  that  reaction  out  of  her  ).  he  made  her  want  to  do  and  be  better  and  that  was  a  terrifying  thing  for  someone  who  claimed  that  she  did  not  need  others  when  she  had  herself  and  her  money.  how  interesting  it  was  to  go  from  being  someone  who  thought  that  money  could  buy  happiness  to  using  her  money  to  keep  happiness  close  by.  

though  she  was  not  a  fan  of  the  outdoors,  she  was  willing  to  suffer  whatever  it  was  to  spend  time  with  cas.  ofelia  was  nothing  short  of  pristine,  even  sitting  outside  and  on  a  blanket  to  avoid  grass  stains,  legs  tucked  under  her  skirt.  she  held  a  few  grapes  in  her  hand,  popping  one  in  her  mouth  and  chewing  thoughtfully  at  cas’  comment.  psychology  had  never  been  a  particular  passion  of  hers  but  he  made  anything  fascinating.  she  could  listen  to  him  talk  for  the  rest  of  her  life  and  find  everything  unendingly  interesting.  he  truly  possessed  so  many  talents.  

❛  he  was.  and  didn’t  he  recommend  cocaine  be  used  as  an  antidepressant  ?  ❜  ofelia  could  name  a  few  people  she’d  known  like  that  but  they  probably  weren’t  backing  their  beliefs  up  with  freudian  research  papers.

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kiah + ofelia

 this town as filled with more surprises than kiah could have ever anticipated, but seeing ofelia sharpe in the flesh here in pine haven, maine, nowhereville, usa, had got to take the cake. he hadn’t really seen her since the premiere of that god awful show, the prodigal son, that his mother sold the rights to, the one that had been a true thorn in his side. he was still slightly bitter all these years later. though, he knew ofelia well enough that he knew this was the last place to expect her. 

“ofelia?” he asked, coffee in hand and a true gobsmacked expression on his face. “is that really you?”

❛  well  jedekiah  blackwood  as  i  live  and  breathe.  ❜  of  all  people  to  find  her  in  this  almost  literally  abandoned  town,  surely  she  would  have  felt  her  cheeks  burn  hot  with  embarrassment.  she  did  her  best  to  suppress  the  feeling,  though,  because  kiah’s  judgment  over  why  she  was  here  would  surely  not  be  misunderstood.  his  father  was  a  monster,  her  parents  tried  to  be  (  the  ruination  of  lives  doesn’t  just  come  from  taking  them  but  she  was  sure  kiah  was  more  than  aware  ).  pine  haven  had  become  a  pseudo  sanctuary  for  her  —  the  comforts  that  she  left  behind  in  major  cities  instead  swapped  for  relative  anonymity  and  sanctuary  in  a  space  more  consumed  by  their  dead  than  their  living.  instead  she  smiled  back  brightly  as  though  happy  to  see  an  old  friend  she’d  fallen  out  of  contact  with  and  not  the  subject  of  one  of  her  most  notable  projects.  ❛  would  it  be  uncouth  of  me  to  make  a  prodigal  son  joke  ?  or  would  you  prefer  something  about  being  a  fed  ?  ❜ 

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kiah + nicky

kiah had definitely not intended for any of this to happen. he came to this town for a job, he wasn’t going to get distracted. find out what happened to these people and move on. that was the goal, but after the first night of work, and not looking forward to going back to that motel room, he didn’t want to be alone in a place he had nothing to do. his hands were going to grow horribly restless, his mind wandering to the last places it needed to be going, he went to the local dive bar for a drink. they were always a good place to talk to local and get a better idea of the town and the people that lived there. the very last thing he was expecting happened. 

he walked through the doors and the bartender looked up, their eyes met, he smiled, and suddenly, the world seemed to make just a little more sense. the only thing he could think of was the great gatsby, of shakespeare, he always thought that was just a product of poetic words, of an artistic mind, but he understood those words with such clarity. that smile knew him with an eternal reassurance and it was the fairest thing he’d ever seen, and his life was spent around fair things. he sat down right in front of the other man, and offered his name like he was sealing a deal. kiah didn’t go to the hotel room that night, not for a second. he talked to nicky all night and then he mentioned that he was going to work at his second job, nicky told him that the walk was dark and his phone was dead. it didn’t matter that kiah saw him use it just a couple of minutes ago. he wanted the excuse to spend the time with him. 

kiah spent the rest of the morning sipping on coffee and talking to nicky. he barely realized it was time for work until he glanced at his watch. nicky felt bad for keeping him up all night, not like he would have slept anyway, but he appreciated the thought, but nicky insisted on making it up to him, dinner at his house. kiah couldn’t stop smiling, and he couldn’t stop smiling at work, even though it didn’t slip past rory and laz that he was wearing the same suit as the day before. 

though, of course, this had to be the day that work kept him late, and he again, didn’t have a chance to change or even freshen up, so here he was at nicky’s doorstep with flowers that he managed to nab on the way out of the precinct, sorry to whoever they were meant for. he would be sure to actually stop at some point and get real flowers to replace them. he texted and waited outside for nicky to open the door, trying not to let his leg jitter. he realized the original dedication card was still in the flowers and he quickly pulled it out and tossed it to the distance right before the door opened. 

he saw that smile again and all those butterflies settled, that irresistible prejudice in his favor made him realize he had nothing to be nervous about. 

“hi,” he said with a soft smile, “i, uh, i got you some flowers." 

in  fairness,  neither  of  them  had  intended  for  anything  like  this  but  it’s  fair  to  say  that  no  one  could  have  expected  this.  the  bar  was  always  dry,  out  of  towners  were  seldomly  interesting  enough  to  draw  nicky’s  eye  long  enough  to  think  about  pursuing  them  outside  of  the  bar  and  the  people  in  town  weren’t  quite  what  nicky  was  looking  for.  what  exactly  he  was  looking  for  he  didn’t  know  but  6’6  and  in  a  well  kept  suit  was  certainly  interesting.  he  was  all  bright  smiles  from  the  moment  that  nicky  laid  eyes  on  the  man  and  to  know  his  name  was  like  knowing  the  name  of  an  angel,  something  magnificent  and  otherworldly.  he  felt  his  heart  perform  somersaults  and  he  knew  that  he  was  a  goner. 

phones  could  die  in  the  span  of  a  few  minutes,  nicky  would  maintain  that  as  being  the  utmost  truth,  but  his  phone  hadn’t.  he  was  looking  for  the  least  creepy  excuse  to  invite  this  man  with  him  to  the  diner,  not  wanting  to  ask  the  question  outright  and  seem  as  attached  to  this  smile  and  this  man  as  he  was.  three  am  turned  and  nicky’s  shift  at  the  bar  was  done  and  had  he  not  had  to  go  to  the  diner,  nicky  couldn’t  have  truly  guaranteed  to  himself  that  he  wouldn’t  have  invited  kiah  home.  he  would  have  certainly  talked  himself  out  of  it,  bringing  someone  home  without  preparing  belle  was  not  something  he  was  in  the  habit  of  doing,  especially  when  she  had  a  sweet  habit  of  waking  him  up.  nicky  might  not  have  been  ready  for  that  experience  but  he  was  ready  to  get  to  know  kiah  more  intimately  (  take  that  however  you’d  please  ).  

in  inviting  kiah  over  for  dinner,  though,  that  meant  nicky  had  to  cook  and  in  all  their  conversation,  favorite  foods  and  allergies  didn’t  come  up  and  the  idea  of  dinner  quickly  devolved  from  one  meal  to  instead  a  tapas  style  array  of  all  six  things  nicky  knew  how  to  cook  with  some  skill.  there  were  more,  but  these  were  the  things  that  he  was  confident  in  and  had  the  least  chance  of  killing  someone.  homemade  meatballs,  homemade  dumplings,  baked  lemon  chicken  (  he  would  have  grilled  it  if  he  weren’t  afraid  to  potentially  disappoint  the  nice  man  from  south  carolina  where  some  of  the  best  barbecue  in  the  country  is  ),  a  traditional  scottish  raspberry  dessert,  and  other  things  that  might  appeal  to  him.  there  were  also  dinosaur  chicken  nuggets  still  sitting  on  the  counter  but  those  were  from  belle’s  dinner  and  nicky’s  nervous  snacking.    

when  kiah  texted,  nicky  almost  didn’t  hear  it,  so  concerned  that  he  might  burn  something.  he’d  sent  belle  and  poppy  off  a  while  ago  to  go  get  dressed  and  prepare  belle  for  a  sleepover  at  the  finnegan  household  and  the  peculiarly  quiet  house  led  him  to  turning  on  some  music,  both  to  occupy  the  space  and  help  him  try  and  calm  down.  the  text  though  had  his  heart  beating  all  too  quickly  and  he  wiped  his  hands  on  his  jeans  before  opening  the  door.  

oh  he  had  a  beautiful  smile.  for  a  moment  nicky  was  breathless.  looking  down  at  the  flowers,  a  matching,  equally  gentle  smile  painted  itself  across  his  face  as  he  gently  took  them  from  the  other’s  hands,  letting  their  fingertips  brush  against  one  another  gently.  ❛  thank  you,  they’re  —  ❜  he  stopped  for  a  moment  as  he  looked  up  again.  and  then  he  met  kiah’s  eyes  again,  word  leaving  him  before  he  could  stop  himself.  he  realized  he  didn’t  want  to.  ❛  beautiful.  ❜

he  took  a  step  back,  gesturing  into  the  home.  ❛  please,  come  in.  dinner’s  almost  ready  and  there’s  someone  i’d  like  you  to  meet.  ❜

❛  that’s  our  cue.  ❜  for  someone  so  tiny,  belle’s  voice  sure  did  carry.  another  voice  was  muffled,  decidedly  feminine  but  seemingly  encouraging  her  to  go.  draped  in  pink  fabric,  the  princess  of  pine  haven  was  sure  to  float  and  take  her  time  coming  down  the  hallway.  nicky  beamed  back  at  her  with  pride  as  she  made  her  way  gracefully  and  stood  a  few  feet  in  front  of  kiah.  behind  her  appeared  another  girl,  blonde  and  short  and  if  you  were  looking  too  quickly,  you  might  think  she  and  nicky  were  siblings.

clearing  her  throat,  the  older  of  the  pair  said,  ❛  presenting  princess  belle  of  pine  haven.  she  has  been  looking  forward  to  meeting  you,  sir.  ❜  though  always  willing  to  play  along  with  her  games,  poppy  was  ready  to  swoop  in  and  pull  belle  out  so  that  nicky  could  get  to  his  date.  something  that  she  had  already  taken  the  last  hour  to  help  prepare  him  for  and,  as  far  as  she  was  concerned,  if  this  didn’t  get  him  laid  then  nothing  would.  though  what  nicky’s  intentions  were  he  hadn’t  said.  

❛  it’s  lovely  to  meet  you,  lord  kiah.  ❜  belle  was  a  spitting  image  of  kiah,  dark  curls  that  frame  her  face,  though  pinned  back  in  a  more  regal  style  per  her  request,  and  eyes  as  piercing  as  nicky’s.  they  are  gentle  though  they  try  to  be  hard  as  she  said,  ❛  i’m  sorry  to  cut  right  to  the  point  but  what  are  your  intentions  with  my  brother,  the  king  ?  ❜  perhaps  poppy  had  had  too  much  influence  on  belle. 

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annie + laz

“dad, we should do something TOGETHER now that you’re here for a long time,” sophia had said earlier that day, holding onto her father’s hand with all the ferocity of a girl still afraid he would disappear into his work like he did before; like he still does, when their daughter’s at home with her mother. and who could blame her for wondering? it had been one year since he signed the divorce papers, and sebastian lazzaro had many years of practice more than that, “right mama?”

( ‘i don’t want this to be what we remember,’ annie’s almost-desperate voice rung in her own ears, ‘i want a divorce.’ so why is it what they remember, even still? )

in all honesty, annie wasn’t sure if she would survive it. a glimpse into the domesticity they’d once had, and that was all she’d wanted; what she’d cried bitterly about not having ever since the problem began, as soon as there was no one to see her. bash’s face illuminated by the sunlight, getting ice-cream for their daughter, skipping rocks into the sea and hearing her happiness as the rock bounced once, twice, thrice upon the surface of the water. though perhaps that was lost to them, now, with sophia too old for such small amusements.

“i—” annie caught the pleading look, and turned her gaze to her ex-husband as she felt her heart melting ( which one of them was truly the reason for that, she couldn’t know ) in her chest, “if your father doesn’t mind, i suppose we could.”

the  pointed  together  did  not  escape  laz  in  the  slightest.  granted  you  would  have  had  to  have  been  blind  and  sophia  probably  saw  him  that  way  for  choosing  his  career  over  her  mother.  even  though  that  had  never  been  his  intention  and  he’d  allowed  her  to  slip  through  his  fingers.  he  sincerely  thought  he  didn’t  deserve  her  because  of  his  inaction.  but  that  meant  that  he  wasn’t  the  only  person  who  suffered  and  while  he  recognized  that,  he  didn’t  quite  know  how  to  ask  for  their  forgiveness.  or  if  he  truly  was  worthy  of  it.  

they  deserved  better  and  he  knew  that.  he  wanted  to  give  them  that  and  instead  of  focusing  on  his  family,  he  focused  on  his  job,  and  while  his  job  did  good  things  for  other  people,  it  did  nothing  but  tear  him  to  pieces.  ice  cream  and  skipping  rocks  was  not  what  he  on  the  agenda  when  sophia  suggested  they  do  something  together  and  between  the  two  of  them  he  smiled  gently.  his  heart  ached  that  he  gave  this  up  and  he  gently  takes  sophia’s  hand  and  said,  ❛  well,  i’m  thinking  we  should  all  go  bowling.  ❜  dessert  for  dinner  was  also  on  the  table  but  that  felt  like  a  run  that  by  annie  first  kind  of  thing.  ❛  but  you’re  going  to  have  to  promise  to  go  easy  on  me.  i  can  tell  just  by  looking  at  you  that  you’ve  got  an  expert  bowling  arm.  ❜

glancing  up  at  annie,  the  smile  widening  just  a  bit,  more  hopeful  now,  he  asked,  ❛  what  do  you  say  ?  want  to  see  if  i  can  finally  beat  you  in  a  game  ?  ❜

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seven + poppy

“So I’ve heard, Poppy dear, that someone got a job at the radio tower”, he commented with a little shrug as a cigarette found its way to his lips. Seven’s shape towered’s the girl’s, but it became less obvious as he leaned back on the counter. “Is it as exciting as it sounds? Don’t they happen to have a free spot? An extra branch where I can perch up on? I would LOVE to see the fog roll down from the heights, must be quite the show”.

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❛  you’ve  heard  correctly,  sweet  seven.  ❜  poppy  couldn’t  help  her  laughter  at  his  questions.  she’d  found  some  comfort  in  her  place  in  the  tower  but  when  they’d  made  her  run  drills  for  how  quickly  she  could  get  the  fog  warning  up,  it  had  been  …  disconcerting  at  best  and  objectively  terrifying  at  worst.  what  if  she  wasn’t  fast  enough  ?  what  if  her  speed  was  the  difference  between  someone  living  and  dying  ?  running  her  fingers  through  her  hair,  she  seemed  to  shake  out  the  larger  batches  of  her  concerns,  if  only  for  a  moment.  ❛  branches  ?  not  that  i  could  see  that  would  be  sturdy  enough  for  you.  i  haven’t  seen  the  fog  roll  in  from  the  tower  just  yet  but  i’ll  let  you  now  how  truly  gripping  it  is.  i  might  be  persuaded  to  letting  you  see  it  first  hand,  though.  ❜  after  a  moment  she  asked,  ❛  did  you  ever  pick  up  how  to  read  tarot  cards  ?  ❜

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rafael + laz

Working at the police station in this godforsaken town had the potential to be unpleasant even when things were normal, whatever that meant in Pine Haven. But now – now that seventeen people had been missing for two weeks, it was downright hellish. For fuck’s sake, he already lost track of how many concerned friends and family members either called or showed up for an update and the day wasn’t even half over. To say those conversations were draining, for many reasons, was an understatement.

Rafael lazily dragged feet over the coffee maker in hopes that some more caffeine would get him through the rest of the day. “Not to be a dick,” He started, directing his attention to the other man. “But you don’t actually think a handful of feds are gonna be able to piece this shit together, do you?” 

❛  usually  when  people  say  not  to  be  a  dick,  it’s  because  they’re  going  to  be  a  dick.  ❜  there’s  a  quirk  of  a  smile  on  his  face,  a  notion  of  a  joke.  laz  wasn’t  particularly  humorless  but  sometimes  it  was  hard  to  find  humor  in  this  line  of  work.  especially  when  there  were  so  few  updates  and  so  many  people  requesting  them.  he’d  started  fielding  some  of  the  concerns  himself  to  help  take  the  weight  off  of  local  law  enforcement’s  shoulders  but  it  seemed  like  everyone  in  town  called  for  an  update.  some  of  them  twice.  

❛  i  don’t  know  what  we’re  going  to  be  able  to  do.  ❜  laz  had  grown  up  here,  his  life  was  here  until  he  went  to  college.  even  after  he  got  his  job  with  the  fbi,  he’d  come  back  for  major  holidays  whenever  he  could.  he  knew  the  stories  and  knew  how  little  there  was  to  do.  ❛  but  i  do  know  that  this  town  deserves  some  kind  of  peace  and  we’re  doing  our  best  to  bring  it  to  them.  just  like  you.  ❜

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kiah + laz

 kiah had known this man for ten years. he was a rookie when he met laz and he helped him so much, and it was hard for anyone to respect another human than kiah respected laz. laz was beyond a friend for the younger man, he was the closest thing to a dad kiah really had. if someone asked him who his dad was, he would answer laz, though sadly, most people knew who his father was. 

they were on the plane out to pine haven, and kiah was reading through the case file again. it was definitely up there for bizarre cases. he was running low on ideas for what could make seventeen people disappear all at once. worse yet, this town had the highest rate of disappearances he had ever seen, and more bizarre yet, no more that three percent happened without the presence of a fog warning, and fog warnings happened a lot. 

he glanced up at laz, he knew that his ex sister in law was one of the victims, and this was his hometown. he set the file down. “hey, how are you holding up?”

he’d  been  staring  out  the  window  even  through  most  of  the  briefing.  it  wasn’t  necessarily  going  to  be  hard  to  be  objective  but  this  was  the  kind  of  case  that  would  haunt  them.  how  many  decades  of  officers  believed  they  had  already  investigated  pine  haven’s  forest  to  the  fullest  extent  that  one  could  ?  laz’s  fear  of  the  fog  was  not  misplaced  but  he  knew  that  if  they  were  still  present  in  town  the  next  time  they  got  a  warning,  they  should  be  ready  to  go.  a  shame,  really,  not  to  be  able  to  tell  your  family  about  the  people  who  had  helped  sculpt  the  person  you  were.  no,  instead  there  was  a  part  of  him  that  thrived  on  the  silence  of  them  not  knowing  any  better.  

sick,  honestly,  just  a  bit.  to  want  to  make  his  team  walk  in  blind  to  the  town.  he’d  say  it’s  because  he  wants  to  keep  as  many  people  objective,  that  he  doesn’t  want  anyone  making  too  many  assumptions,  but  those  are  the  things  he  says  that  sound  like  they’re  more  than  himself  than  for  anyone  else.  as  kiah  spoke,  laz  hummed  in  acknowledgement  but  his  eyes  didn’t  move  from  the  clouds.  part  of  him  was  waiting  until  he’d  see  the  forest  again,  waiting  to  feel  the  absolute  chill  he  felt  in  his  spine  when  he  saw  it.  it  took  him  a  few  moments  longer  before  he  looked  at  kiah,  someone  who  was  more  like  his  son  than  anything  else,  someone  he  wanted  to  protect  from  the  horrors  of  the  forest.  a  part  of  laz,  too,  thought  that  no  matter  what  he  said  that  his  time  might  accuse  him  of  over  reacting,  of  being  too  protective.

❛  as  well  as  any  of  us  could  if  we  were  going  back  to  our  hometowns  for  a  case.  ❜  more  measured  than  he  meant  to  sound,  laz  was  almost  surprised  with  himself.  ❛  there’s  a  lot  of  ground  to  cover  with  this  case.  ❜  with  my  family.  laz  was  confident  when  he  got  on  the  plane  that  he’d  be  able  to  keep  his  work  mind  and  his  family  mind  separate,  that  he  would  be  able  to  reconnect  with  family  professionally,  but  the  longer  he  sat  there  thinking  about  them,  the  less  confident  he  was.   

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andy + poppy

Andy stopped spinning around in his chair and turned his attention towards his friend – eyes squinting for moment while the room around him continued to spin. “Like ‘there’s still some hope of fix the fuckening’ fucked up or ‘absolutely no hope of uno reversing the fuckening – you’re the guy who sank the titanic’ fucked up?” Giving sage advice seemed more like a task for their good pal, Max – while Andy goofed off in the background to lighten the mood. But Max wasn’t here now and that wasn’t something Andy was prepared to dwell on or deal with at the moment…so attempt to offer some advice it was! “Communication – ya know, it’s key in this sort of thing.” Boy, he had no clue what he was talking about. “So um maybe a long talk about things will fix things?”

❛  i  hope  there’s  hope  of  fixing  the  fuckening.  ❜  poppy  told  him  honestly,  hands  fidgeting  nervously  as  she  twirled  the  ring  on  her  thumb.  she  knew  that  this  wasn’t  what  andy  was  good  at,  that  he  was  more  the  comedic  relief  guy  and  not  the  advice  guy.  unfortunately,  andy  was  also  the  best  sounding  board  that  poppy  had  available  to  her.  august  was  off  doing  whatever  he  does,  seven  wasn’t  someone  she  found  to  be  her  deepest  emotional  confidant,  her  father  was  in  no  place  to  hear  about  her  love  life,  and  the  only  other  soul,  other  than  andy,  that  poppy  looked  at  and  found  solace  in  was  marcus.  ❛  you’re  right  that  communication  is  important  but  i  don’t  know  how  to  tell  him  oh  hey  my  mom  died  and  every  time  i  look  at  you  i  see  her  hopes  and  dreams  for  my  future  and  the  family  we  might  have  together  one  day.  my  mom  died  and  my  dad  hasn’t  talked  to  me  about  his  feelings  and  i  think  that  he  might  be  looking  at  my  relationship  and  i  feel  guilty  that  he  might  think  i’m  rubbing  it  in  his  face  that  i  still  have  my  person  and  he  doesn’t.  ❜  at  some  point  poppy  had  gone  from  sitting  to  pacing  the  small  room  and  when  she  stopped  again,  she  looked  at  andy,  as  though  bewildered  by  her  own  admission,  as  though  it  had  taken  her  this  long  to  put  words  to  her  feelings.  ❛  do  you  know  how  absolutely  crazy  that  sounds  ?  ❜

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