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bcnji​:

Wow, he was strong, and sure Benji was technically strong but again, he didn’t have the confidence to believe it. But he was happy so it didn’t matter to him at the moment. “Yeah, I uh, I know, it’s just… I tried and I couldn’t do it,” he explained, scratching the back of his neck. “I know it sounds dumb but I seriously couldn’t. Thank you though, man, I seriously appreciate it’

-

“Maybe you need a vampire expert,” he suggested lamely. He shook his head, “uh, anyway, good luck with your snack I guess,” he said before he walked away. He couldn’t get himself too involved with a new vampire, he had enough to deal with in the pack. 

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elenore-mendoza​:

Him pulling away made her realize that he only saw her as a monster. Elenore pulled away, standing up and backing away from the bed. “I shouldn’t have done it.” She whispered, looking down at him. She kicked herself mentally for the shit that she had done in that moment. “You hate me now.”

-

He scowled harder, sitting up, he swung his legs oer the side of the bed, his back facing her, he leaned over, propping his arms up on his knees. “That isn’t it,” he said. You’re leaving now, not just the house but my world entirely.You were never a part of my world. “Fuck, I’m so stupid.”

[hunter-marsh]

bcnji​:

“Better door, huh? You fit better as a wall,” he joked as he turned to look at him before nodding. “I need all the help I can get with this thing. My card got stuck and I tried to pull it out and the next thing I knew the damn thing was on the ground,” he explained, scratching the side of his neck

-

He could smell it on him, he was a fairly new vampire, that would be why he didn’t know his own strength. He wondered if this was Nora’s baby vampire but something about that didn’t seem right. “This machine is especially bad, I’ve had problems with it too.” He walked over to it, crouched down, bear hugging it he lifted with his knees, up it went, slowly but surely. He adjusted his grip from a hug to a push, tilting the machine to sit back properly on its base. 

Hunter appraised his work before turning to the fledgling, “you know, you probably could have managed this on your own,” he said, jutting his thumb out at the machine. 

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elenore-mendoza​:

Nora had expected yelling. His glaring at the ceiling was obviously upsetting, but at least it wasn’t yelling. Turning her body until she was on her knees, she waited. “Their chest was ripped open. There was no saving them without turning them.” She wanted to get closer to him, to look into his eyes. Without thinking further, she climbed over, leaning over him with hands on either side of his cheek. She nodded at his next words. “I’ve promised to be there for Calla in a way Nathaniel wasn’t for me.”

-

Hunter couldn’t help but see a difference between saving someone’s life and turning them into a vampire. Still, could he judge? Might he have done the same in her shoes? These were questions he couldn’t answer and yet the sour taste in his mouth remained. More than anything, he wanted to believe she had the best intentions. 

He didn’t want to look at her, looking at her, the feeling of her hands on his cheeks sparked frustration, confusion. “You don’t need to justify yourself,” he said. It was all he said. He sat up, pulling away from her. It felt like all at once, there was no place for him in her world, it felt like he’d wasted time. 

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wyatt-sawyer​:

“I couldn’t imagine doing what he does.” Wyatt said. He barely allowed himself to be on any committees or be in charge of clubs because teaching was hard enough. “So far he seems to be the best, yeah. He’s older too, more experience.”

“Wyatt Sawyer. I’m the high school’s 11th grade English teacher. You’re… Hunter, right? There’s a lot of you.”

“That would be me...” he said, he wished now, more than ever that the Marshes were a little more anonymous in town.

“English, huh?” never his best subject, he did alright with shop and with math but he wasn’t really the sort to excel at that kind of thinking. “That’s pretty impressive, good for you.”

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bcnji​:

“Oh this isn’t good,” he said as he viewed the knocked over vending machine, “maybe if I ju-” he attempted to pick it up to no avail “- yup, nope, great.” Huffing, he ran a hand through his hair and slowly began to back up, deliberating what to do next before feeling himself bump into something. “Please tell me I bumped into a wall,” he quietly said, hoping to not hear a reply

-

Hunter could understand the frustrations that would arise when contending with the likes of an automated food dispenser, especially one from Cresthill. It was uncanny, almost every time he used one there was some sort of problem and it would be a lie to say he hadn’t knocked one over in sheer anger. Hunter couldn’t say if it was the kid’s fault the machine was horizontal but if it was, he wasn’t about to judge.

He backed into him and he shook his head, “sorry,” he said, “not a wall but people have said I make a bette door than a window.”He sighed, what a stupid joke. “Do you need help with that?” he gestured to the machine.

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elenore-mendoza​:

“I know.” Elenore looked down at the ground, slowly walking to sit down on the edge of the bed. Her legs curled up under her as she looked at him. “But Brooke said that she won’t let them hurt me if I come back to her.” A deep breath filled her lungs, even though she didn’t need it. Her hand reached over towards him, landing on his mid-thigh. “Plus, you won’t want me here after I told you what I did.”

“I turned someone.” Her words were quick and pained. “It was to save her life. She asked me to, but I know what you think of what I am.”

She’d turned someone. The thought made him sick, he scowled at the cieling. They’d asked for it. He tried to reason with himself that it wasn’t a bad thing but it still felt like it. Being a werewolf could be bad, turning people was bad but...it wasn’t as torturous as being a vampire. “I’m not happy about it,” he said, “especially since I know you don’t like being what you are. It must have been a heat of the moment thing.” 

His face softened, “you’re going to need to be there for them,” he said, “you can’t do that from here, obviously. If Brooke says you’re safe, I trust her.”

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wyatt-sawyer​:

Catching himself, Wyatt looked up to see a Marsh. He knew of the Marsh family, but he wasn’t necessarily close with any of them. There were a couple around his age, but none he actively tried to get to know. “Maybe your cousin will win the election and fix that.” He shrugged. He still didn’t know who to vote for in the election, but Franklin seemed okay.

Hunter shrugged, “I don’t know...between being the head of the Marsh family and being mayor I’m worried he’ll get burnt out, still...” he sighed, “I hate to say it, he seems like the best option, that other guy’s been in town, what? A few months.”

“Who are you? I know your face but not your name.”

[hunter-marsh]

wyatt-sawyer​:

Wyatt walked out of the high school with his bag over his shoulder. He stepped onto the sidewalk, almost tripping over a piece of uneven concrete. He was careful not to run into the person. “Oh my… Sorry.”

-

Slowly but surely the town seemed to be getting back up on its feet after the flood. Precautions taken were becoming annoyances rather than actions taken in reverence and people were beginning to feel comfortable and safe again. The water had washed away a lot of the town’s troubles but it also revealed many...

He watched the person in front of him trip, with a sigh, he shook his head, “no...don’t be sorry. This town’s infrastructure has really gone downhill.”

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elenore-mendoza​:

@hunter-marsh​

After turning Calla, Nora was nervous about Hunter finding out. What was he going to do to her? She couldn’t bear to tell him, but being in the same house as Hunter was making things difficult. Walking into the bedroom, she leaned on the door frame and knocked. “I think it’s time to talk about me leaving.”

-

He wasn’t sure how it happened exactly but he’d managed to find himself on his bed. Likely, it was the lack of thought that lead him there, he was tired and kind of dirty from his day out helping with flood efforts. He’d sort of flopped back onto the bed when she’d entered the room. She smelled nice, he smelled like dirt and sweat.

Then came her words. 

The words hit him a little like a truck and he couldn’t help but hear some of the things his mother had said to him playing back in his mind. He didn’t want her to go. “You can leave whenever you want to,” he said, looking up at the ceiling “you always could.”

[hunter-marsh]

A Living

All his life, Hunter Marsh believed in his heart that there was no conflict, no battle greater than the one between the Marshes and the Windhams, at least, not in Cresthill. His whole life had been consumed by it, like a fire, it burned away every thought he had, every consideration.His whole life was the war but then came the floods, the first in blood, death after death, loved one after loved one slipping through his fingers like sand until her killed her, Katya, leaving her blood etched on his own hands. Next, came the water, where once he would celebrate the ruin of the Windham manor, now he felt almost nothing. To see the Windhams displaced gave him no feeling of justice, just as killing Katya hadn’t satisfied him. Hunter was tired, unbelievably so, tired of fighting and tired of seeing his family and theirs destroy everything in their wake.

Was it even necessary to keep Nora with them? Was there even really a war anymore at all? Who wanted to fight? No one that Hunter knew. No one at all and yet he didn’t want to part ways or confront the feelings that prevented him from doing so. Instead of facing anything, he set himself to work away from the Marsh house, away from his own house, toward flood efforts. He hauled sandbags, retrieved things from houses, a variety of things. Hunter worked and worked from morning until night, returning home exhausted, falling asleep on the couch, waking up the next morning to do it all over.

He was leaving early one morning when he spotted a figure in the mist of the graveyard. He smelled the air, it was his mother. How long had it been since they’d spoken? Since Brennan at least. It was just too hard to talk anymore, for both of them, Hunter knew he reminded her too much of the son she’d lost.

Taking a chance, Hunter walked out to meet her, she was a shorter woman, which was odd since her sons had been so tall. Really, it was amazing that someone so small could make people so big, granted, neither of them started out that way. She turned to him as she heard him approach, she seemed like she wanted to smile, even though she couldn’t.

He pulled her into a hug, brows knit together, “I missed you,” he muttered.

“I’m sorry,”she heaved a heavy sigh, “some mother I am.”

“Some son,” he countered.

Neither asked why it had taken so long for them to come back together, their reasons were the same, they didn’t need to be spoken. He pulled away as did she and they looked into each other’s faces. She looked so tired, so much older. She reached up and brushed his cheek with her finger tips. “You need to get more rest, you don’t need to carry every sandbag yourself.”

“It’s better if I’m not around right now,” he said, “it’s better if I keep myself busy.” He looked down at the grave, it was Emma’s. “The Windhams don’t want to see me.”

His mother shrugged, “perhaps,” she said, “but I do.”

He smiled, though it didn’t reach his eyes, he shook his head, “I’m not great company right now.”

“Neither am I,” she said, “but it feels like and ending is coming and that it might be time to start planning for the future.”

He winced, “I already don’t like where this is going,” he muttered.

“You can dislike it all you like,” she said with a smile, “but I have a feeling you will get to have one, a big happy future.”

“What does this future look like to you?” he said.

“First, it looks like you picking up a trade,” she said, “becoming a contractor maybe…or a social worker, gosh, you’re so big and strong but you also take care of people and take on so much responsibility.”

He rolled his eyes and smiled, “I think that makes sense,” he said, without a battle to fight constantly, he would need something to fill his days with work. He really liked it actually, the thought that his work would be to build instead of destroy. “So that’s it? Nagging me to get a job? I can live with that.”

“No of course not,” she said, “you need to get your personal life in order.”

He raised an eyebrow at her, “if you’re trying to tell me to break up with Nora, save it, we aren’t even together.”

“I know you well enough to know you have feelings,” she said, she placed a hand on his arm. “I don’t want to see you get hurt.”

He stepped away from her, “I’m already hurt, what difference would it make?” he said.

“Not every love story has a happy ending,” she said,”they don’t all last but the ones that are never told haunt you.” His mother sighed and looked up at the Marsh house, “whatever you decide, I support you, I have to, you’re all I have left of my babies but…” she looked back at him, “but you need to make a decision. You need to be honest.”

“I don’t want to hurt her,” Hunter said, pinching the bridge of his nose, “it’s better this way.”

“No,” she said, “it isn’t.”

He shook his head with a grumble, “I need to get back to work, we’ll talk later but not about Nora, this is the last we’re talking about her.”

“Okay hun,” she said, “I said what I needed to. Good luck today.” With that she nodded and headed back up to the house.

It was strange to him, how much she seemed like she was totally different and yet exactly the same. perhaps living alongside the Windhams softened her heart to them, perhaps she was just tired too. Regardless, she was back to her annoyances as well, namely pestering him about his love life, soon would come the questions about kids. He sighed as he trudged along to his jeep, “at least she’s back to normal…”

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elenore-mendoza​:

Elenore felt naked as soon as he walked away from her. She had a short conversation with his Alpha, just for her to practically run back towards him whenever he handed her the champagne flute. She took a sip, hating the bitter taste. She suddenly wished that she had human taste buds again. The eyes on them made her hate being there, as much as she was looking forward to it. “Maybe this was a mistake.”

x

He watched the anticipation turn to discomfort as she took a sip. His brows were furrowed and then she spoke, his heart broke for her. “If you want, we can go, just say the word but...” he trailed off, trying to find the best words to say what he wanted, “but I don’t think going anywhere, being seen anywhere with you is a mistake.Not for me at least.” Prying eyes be damned.

[hunter-marsh]

elenore-mendoza​:

Elenore’s smile faded whenever she remembered that Katya had just passed away. People weren’t entirely sure what had caused Katya’s death, and Nora knew that the man she was with was responsible. Nora was upset, but she wanted to shake it off. Whenever he offered her the champagne, she rolled her eyes at him. “I can still enjoy it, even if it doesn’t taste that great.”

x

“Right...” he said, trailing off. There were eyes on them, he could sense it, even if he didn’t immediately see it. It wasn’t a secret that he had been the one to land the killing blow, not common knowledge of course but no secret, just as it was no secret that Nora was a Windham vampire. “I’ll be right back.”

He took a few steps away, taking two tall flutes from a wandering tray and brought them back to her. He handed her one, “for you,” he said as he handed it off. How he wished they could be there under better circumstances, how he wished she was alive. Every moment was in the moment, none of them holding potential. 

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vampiirc​:

Brooke could at least agree on that and perhaps that was enough to secure a truce between them or at least momentarily. The redhead and the werewolf had both killed members of their pack, they were one in the same.. yet she didn’t hate him, and he didn’t hate her. “I hate to admit this to a Marsh, but you’re right, Hunter.” She addressed him, meant solely as respect. “Maybe we should make a deal.”

He sighed, a long drawn out thing and he nodded, “I’ll vouch for your trustworthiness,” he said, “hopefully that counts for something.” He looked away from her, then at the ground, “in a perfect world...what would this truce look like for the Windhams?”

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elenore-mendoza​:

“Fine, but when I come back and get on the couch, you better not pick me up.” Elenore said, knowing good and well that she’d strip off her dress and collapse on the couch. He wouldn’t dare touch her half naked, he barely touched her fully clothed. She walked out of the door with a smirk on her face.

Arriving at the ball was wonderful. It was the first time in years that Nora had been able to dress up in a beautiful dress. She stepped down the staircase with her arm in his. “You mean the town does this every year?”

_______

The founders day ball wasn’t Hunter’s favourite event but...there was something almost satisfying in it this time. He was with someone he really wanted to be with, someone who wanted to go. Arm in arm they descended into the party, “they do, usually it isn’t so somber and tense...” he said, reading the mood of the room. Katya’s death seemed to touch everything. 

They reached the bottom of the steps and he turned to her, “I would offer to get you a glass of champagne but that wouldn’t do much for you, would it?”

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wolfiebandit​:

She was at the cafe, having her brunch. She liked to have mornings all to herself, so she could plan her day. The agenda was open on the table while she took notes. The woman heard the chair drag and lifted her face to face the unwanted guest, a confused expression on her face

“Mmmm excuse me? This table is taken” 

Hunter spotted his cousin through the window of the restaurant, without thinking much of it, he opened the door and sat across from her at her table. He shrugged at her comment, “I figured you wouldn’t mind the company,” he said, “it’s been awhile since we’ve talked.”

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elenore-mendoza​:

“You mean?” Nora looked at him, gently biting her lip. She looked up at him, his gaze much higher than hers. “Yes we should. And when we get back, you’re taking the bed tonight. Okay?”

“No,” he said, he sighed again, “we’ll talk about it later,” he grumbled, knowing there was going to be a back and forth over it when they got back, if not a full fledged argument. He opened the door for her, “after you...”