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Where: The Gallery

Who: @riotavarez

Dilan didn't exactly know how to tell Rio or Leyla about the Zeke thing, thankfully Leyla had just stumbled upon him, but Rio? Well that was her challenge now. Putting a hand to her chest as she walked into the gallery and she could feel her anxiety rising. How the hell was she going to approach this? The second she saw Rio she felt sick to her stomach. "Hi," She waved softly. "So we might have a problem..." Trailing off nervously, she ran a hand over the back of her neck. "Ezekiel is here." She finally just blurted out to the other woman. "So that's the news and what's happening with me. What's going on with you?"

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Safiye sighed with a nod thinking back to the event, she felt the pain of it all over. The shock and surprise, most go all the hurt by it. It wasn’t like she wanted to feel this, if anything she would prefer to not feel. Wasn’t there some quote about catching flights, not feelings that everyone in this town seemed to use. When he answered her thoughts she looked down at her feet, feeling slightly relieved that she hadn’t just been someone in a line of others. “What can I say I didn’t expect you to also be sleeping with other people.” Pointing out to him as she put a hand to the back of her neck. “Linden, I’m not with you twenty-four seven, I don’t know what you do when I leave or when I’m not here. Clearly it’s not that much of stretch to assume.” Bitting the inside of her cheek, while she believed him, there was still a Rangi sized elephant in the room. 

At his words she just sank into herself, wanting to be as small as possible in the hopes that maybe she could make it out without her own heart breaking. Just as she took a step forward to leave, she stopped when he mentioned he was compelled a lot. Standing there quietly for a moments, she guessed the same person who left scars all over him was the one who use to compel him. “You know I would never do that to you right? Hurt you like that.” She explained as dark eyes looked over at him. Walking over to him as she put a hand on his face and continued to listen to him speak. “You don’t think a part of me is also not screaming against this? That I don’t know this is complicated and a bad idea?” She practically whispered out as she leaned her forehead against his. “Nothing is ever going to be fair Linden.” She knew that better than anyone else. Life had dealt her shit hand after shit hand from Leyla, to being a vampire, to Daniel. “Listen to me please.” Placing both hands on his face so he was looking at her. “I can handle whatever you throw at me.” Telling him softly before she let her hands drop to his chest. “Part of this whole thing means you get to share the burden. The good, the bad, and whatever in-between.” While she wouldn’t beg someone to be with her or want her for that matter, here she was laying it all on the line and being vulnerable enough for him to hurt her. 

He understood the frustration, the pain of being around him. He couldn't turn it off, as much as he wanted to. He craved a silent mind, and he could get it at the bottom of a bottle, or after days of no sleep, only with the aid of some vice or pain. To be around that, for there to be no real secret in his presence, it would be hell and he was well aware.

"I figured as much. It was all very public." Shame wasn't a feeling he was familiar with, he had never cared what other people thought, despite having a front row seat to those thoughts. He lived his life for the enjoyment of small moments, knowing how fleeting they could be. "I wouldn't do that." He replied to her unspoken thought, she being one of the few people he was comfortable doing so around, letting her see his power that he tried to keep hidden. "I can't believe you think I would do that to you." His words almost more to himself rather than to her, though he was well aware she could hear him.

Like a sucker punch she summoned the question they had skirted around for so long that it felt old. He didn't exactly know when things went from being friendly to whatever this was, he didn't know if it was one moment or a build up. What he did know was that it was well before they slept together, at least for him - and they had been hurtling towards this moment ever since. "I don't entirely know." He admitted honestly. He ignored the gooseflesh that raised on his arms at the mere thought of what he was going to say next. "I used to be compelled a lot, or I think it was." He started, absently running a hand over his arm, practically flinching away when he felt the cross crossed scars of bitemarks that blemished his skin. He'd never talked about Elodie with anyone, not his family, not Jake. Just Saf, here and now. "I... can never really tell how much of what I feel, of what I think, is real. And I know that this is something, but there is a part of my mind that screams against it and tries to reject it." He didn't know if he was explaining himself well, how he couldn't trust his own mind, that the world around him often felt like an illusion that he couldn't make sense of. "And it's not fair on you, it's not fair on anyone, I don't want to burden you with it."

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Who: @cantfightmoonlight (Leyla) Where: Their house

Dilan had to admit having Ezekiel back was sending her for a tailspin, she found herself out on the balcony smoking. Of course she had her gloves on so she wouldn't stain her hands with the smell. While she was on her sixth cigarette she still hadn't calmed down enough. Hearing the door open behind her and she figured it was Zeke again. "I thought you--" She started as she turned her heard to see Leyla. "Oh it's you. I thought it was Ezekiel." Saying his full name annoyed her more than she wanted to admit and left a bad taste in her mouth. "He's here. I guess he's moving in or some shit." She said with a wave of her hand before taking another drag of her cigarette.

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Poppy knew she probably should have been out in the fields taking pictures with the rest of the town given how often she could see the dead and how haunted the farm was, but here she was living among the ghosts. Thankful that she couldn’t at least hear them, but she wasn’t sure if it would make it better or worse for her. At least she couldn’t hear her mothers insistent nagging. Raking a hand through her blonde hair as she continued to walk among the flowers until she heard a familiar voice. 

“Don’t you know I’m just here for the whimsical pictures?” She teased playfully. “Although I guess I could always cut some down and take a topless photo with them covering the girls. Do you think that would be too tasteful for me?” Playfully picking a flower as she held it to her chest. “Just picture like three more.”

open starter location: Holloway Farm

Astrid couldn't say that she loved the days that the farm was open to the public, but the days of a profitable thousand acre farm were long gone, and so her parents had branched out to ensure the property always had an income. The orchards that had been planted before Astrid was even born now towered over her for people to stroll through and pick from, the once small strawberry patch was now a hydroponics greenhouse that bursted with berries, and the field dedicated to flower picking grew tulips in the spring and dahlias in the fall.

Today the flower field was open for people to come and take photos among the sunflowers, as well as pick a bunch to take home. Usually Astrid would put Lara in charge of something like this, but the other woman was off, which meant the job fell to the blonde. While she would much rather have been out in one of the furthest fields, checking on cattle or mending fences, she couldn't deny that days like today brough in some much needed cashflow for the farm.

"Scissors are there, if you'd like to cut some sunflowers." She hummed, attempting to sound pleasant.

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“There’s a lot of difference between a mechanical bull and a real bull.” Poppy pointed out with a laugh. “One can actually kill or injure you, while the other can’t. The most you’ll get from a mechanical bull is a bruise.” She wasn’t a stranger to riding the mechanical bull, in fact loved it. She only had one life left and she wasn’t going to waste it by being impaled by a bull. At Val’s words she just raised an eyebrow, there was limitations to even what a healing witch could fix. “I mean if you really want to do this….” Trailing off until Val asked for a present. “Oh please. What present do you want? If the present of my friendship not enough for you?”

"Oh ye of little faith. It's not that much different than the mechanical bull, and we both had our fair share of experience on him if you remember," she teased, flashing a wink over her shoulder at the blonde. Turning to face Poppy, she tilted her head, eyeing her friend. "Of course we can distract them, look at us," she grinned, "but I'm not sure we need to- besides, Jake's just next door at the pie eating competition, nothing he can't handle." If she was being realistic, the bull probably wasn't the best idea, but if she was being realistic, she was also too reckless to care. Which explained Poppy's presence, of course. "Do I get a present if I agree? You know I love a good bribe."

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Poppy gave a laugh before pointing over to her brother who was on the other end of the bar. “He’s the telepath. I’m just a regular old bartender. Which is basically like a fifth super power.” She explained in a hush whisper to him as she teased. “I just have seen every face and emotion coming and going that I can read them like a book now. A very familiar book.” She explained with a shrug. “Yes, a drink.” At the request for wine she raised an eyebrow. “The best I can do you is some cheap box wine. How do you feel about that?”

Day one was barely over and already his head began to pound with everything that had happened. It must've been written on his face when no sooner had he entered that the bartender accurately guessed his mood. "You're not psychic, are you?" He slumped into the seat unceremoniously, folding his hands immediately and resting his head on top, seeking a moment of respite not caring that she too was a stranger. Bars, he figured and knew, saw many strange things. "I assume you mean drink, oui?" he murmured, voice deep with weariness, "Wine, s'il vous plait."

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Safiye’s dark eyes just stared at him for a long moment before shrugging. A part of her would accept the lie, but the thing about lies is they only lead to temporary bliss and spared feelings.

When he agreed with her that it was probably a mistake coming she half expected him to shut her out, but instead the door opened wider. Walking in with her hands in her pockets as she became uncomfortable in the sitting she’d been in hundreds of times before.

Following him to the kitchen as she leaned against the counter and sighed heavily. They could pretend and move past this, but it wouldn’t stop the shitty feelings that she currently felt, didn’t seem to be going away with time. “I would like to pretend it didn’t happen, but I think we both know it’s way past that point.” She said softly, unable to actually look at him and instead her dark eyes focused on the wall next to her. “I don’t want to feel like this.” She admitted before she let her hands drop to her sides. But she couldn’t help but picture him sending her on her way so Rangi could come over and them together. “But I do. So here we are.” It wasn’t that she wanted to be mad at him, or didn’t understand what this was. “Linden—“ Starting and starting just as quickly. “Is this something or not? Because this limbo isn’t working for me anymore.” She knew they had crossed an invisible line, but now it was starting to fuck her up in more ways than one. “Cards on the table. This is something to me, as much as I don’t want it to be I’m invested.” She hated that she was invested in someone that would probably never want her in the same way, but here she was spilling out her heart for him to see. “So— what is this to you? Just friends or more?”

When he was surrounded by people the weight of thoughts baring down on him were the heavens, and he Atlas. With Safiye in his doorway it felt like he was in the eye of a hurricane, her thoughts surrounding him, leaving no room for escape. She was right, he knew exactly why she was there, exactly what she was thinking. Her thoughts were an open book to him. His issue with his magic had never been weakness, or an inability to harness it, he couldn't rein it in. "Do you want me to lie to you?" He replied.

"Probably." The witch shrugged as he opened the door wider, stepping back and silently inviting her inside.

He headed into the house, to the kitchen and leant against the bench, watching her. "Do you want to talk about it, or pretend it didn't happen?" He asked, knowing full well she would know he was talking about her reaction at the auction.

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Dilan heard her doorbell ring and she stopped mid drink of her coffee. “Who the fuck rings a doorbell?” Dilan asked herself was she got up and walked over to the door. Swinging it open quickly, she half expected it to be a sales man or someone of that nature, but who stood on the other side froze her in place. Ezekiel. Letting the mug of coffee fall out of her hand and it shattered on the ground between them, splattering coffee everywhere. No. She had left him in Malaysia, a millions miles away from Lunar Cove. 

Feeling her heart crack open as she stood there staring at him with wide brown eyes unable to move or speak. Despite how much she wanted to just say anything. Feeling a lump in her throat and she gripped onto the door for support when she started to feel dizzy. There was no way this was real, this was some horrible figment of her imagination. Even though a part of her was hopefully all of this might be real. “I’m fucking dreaming. I must have hay fever. That would explain this.” Finally finding her voice as she talked to herself and closed her eyes. Pinching the bridge of her nose for a second while her eyes remained shut, but when she opened them he was still standing there in frame. 

“You can’t be here.” She replied sadly, before looking down at the broken cup at her feet, which were also covered in coffee. Feeling a rush of emotions returning to her, she gripped onto the door tighter. “I’m losing my mind.” She said once more as she let go of the door and started to pace. This had to be some kind of cruel illusion or prank on her. Raking a hand through her dark hair and she pulled it away from her face. “Whoever is doing this stop. This isn’t funny.” Turning to anger to explain the unknown that she couldn’t quite reason right now. 

Reaching out slowly to put a hand on his face, when it came in contact with skin she jumped with a slight scream releasing. “Zeke?” Saying his name as more of a question than an answer, she still couldn’t wrap her brain around of this. Hearing him speak and say Dilara, brought her right back to the day she’d left him. It felt like a ton of bricks hit her in the gut and took the wind out of her lungs. With that she let go of the door and took a step back only to feel light headed and overwhelmed by everything she was feeling. Before she could say another word her eyes rolled back into her head and she fainted.

for: @moonglowmagic — dilan location: dilan's place

Ezekiel felt a faint buzz beneath his fingertips as he crossed into town. Familiar yet somehow also unfamiliar sensation, fleeting too, swallowed almost instantly by a swirl of anxious, anticipatory energy. Confrontation of this kind felt strange but he knew he had to do it. Had to find the truth even if doubt lingered. What if she didn't remember him? He can't have been her first scam, wasn't sure if he was the last either. It was a bitter thought, one among many of the others that spun in his mind. The "what ifs" began building, and Ezekiel surrounded them with more reasons to justify tracking her down, all spoken aloud in a desperate attempt to make sense of this.

"We'll just say it was coincidence and—"

"No," Althea interrupted sharply, "Magic exists here. The truth is better."

He hesitated, uncertainty flickering in his eyes. "I know, but—"

A guttural squawk shut him up for the moment. The boy and his bird chattered away until they finally reached her doorstep.

"Think my money bought this?"

Ezekiel didn't wait for an answer nor did Althea, who took to the skies leaving him alone.

Taking a deep breath, he summoned what little confidence he could muster and stepped forward to ring the doorbell, stomach twisting with nerves, hoping she'd be home or this would become even more awkward than he feared.

When the door swung open all his carefully constructed words dissolved into nothingness. All rational thought vanished, replaced by a flood of memories— her face, her smile, the trust he had once placed in her and then, the sharp sting of betrayal. His expression hardened after a few moments and meeting her gaze Ezekiel spoke without any tremor to his tone, "Hello Dilara."

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“Fair point.” Dilan commented with a nod. At his comment Dilan laughed and looked at him. “What did fireflies do to you?” She wondered aloud before putting a hand on her hip. “Last I checked you weren’t really a fan of any magic.” Shrugging at his words before she huffed. “Yeah, event planner. You can thank me for this place running so smoothly.” She told him with a smirk. “So I’m guessing since this isn’t your type of magic that you don’t want to push the button?” Offering it up to him just in case he did. “I mean it might be fun turning the town dark even for a split second.”

"Since when have I ever wanted to go be with everyone else?" He countered, tilting a brow up at her in question. "And this isn't really the kind of magic I'm a fan of, no offense," His shoulders lifted and fell into a shrug as he added, "But congrats on the badge. So you've got a title to go along with official button pusher or?"

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Who: @ezekielxcuizon Where: Starlight Bar

"Hey," Poppy greeted the lone patron who had walked in just after closing time. "You look like I need a drink." She teased playfully before cleaning the spot in front of her for him to sit down. "So what can I get you?"

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"Oh, no, it-- it's fine! I was sort of, um, not entirely sober." Rangi waved Safiye off, rubbing the back of her head. "I really didn't mean to start anything or upset anyone. I just get a little talkative when I've had a little too much to drink." Which, these days, was more often than not. It was probably a problem, but she wasn't thinking about that. She was trying very hard to not think about that because it was one of the only things that made her feel even remotely okay enough to appear in public. "But, I mean, hey-- if you're offering, I'm not gonna stop you. As long as you let me make it to you, too." Because at the end of the day, whatever had happened at the auction was mostly her fault.

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Safiye had been picking up more shifts since Elif left, mostly as a way to make extra money, but also because if she stayed busy it helped take the weight off her plate. Doing her usual rounds and she saw someone seated in the back, pulling out her pen and paper, she scribbled the table number on it as she looked down at the table. “What can I get you?” She asked sweetly. Hearing the familiar voice shook her to the core though, she dropped the pen and paper in her hand. “Kiraz!” She exclaimed with excitement. Pulling her sister in for a tight hug and she started to mentally check over the other woman. “Are you okay?” She questioned softly, pulling back from the hug to look for any bite marks or abnormalities that hadn’t been there when she last saw her sister. “What are you doing here?” She asked with confusion. “I mean I’m happy to see you, just— oh god did someone die?” Figuring it was one of their parents as she sighed heavily and pinched her nose to prepare for the news. “Also I have news for you, a lot of news actually.”

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One of the great things about small towns is that everyone seemed to know everyone, which meant it took no time for Kiraz to be able to track down her sister. She only needed to ask two different people before she had Saf's place of work and her home address. Slipping into the back of the diner, she plucked up a menu and slide into a booth waiting for Saf to continue to make the rounds before she finally made her way over to her. It was only when Saf asked what she could help with it that Kiraz placed down the menu and flashed her sister a bright smile. "How about a hug from one of my favorite people in the world to start?"

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Poppy knew the second the baskets were over that it was over for Elif, while she didn’t want to be upset with herself she was. Maybe if she hadn’t brought Elif or made her last day better then they wouldn’t be in this situation once more. “Hey.” Greeting Elif, she chewed on her bottom lip as the other woman told her not to be upset with herself. How could she not? If one thing was different then maybe Elif would stay, but here they were at the bus stop once more. “I didn’t” Shaking her head sadly. “I could have done more. I should have got Nico and Ronnie to talk to you or something.” Or something hung in the air around her as the weight of it all crashed down on her shoulder. 

Seeing the tears in Elif’s eyes made hers start to well up with tears too, she reached over to take Elif’s hand. “I’m so sorry Elif.” She cried, not bothering to wipe the tears away as they started to stream down her face. “We didn’t, but we can pretend we did.” She forced a laugh out. “I’m going to miss you too, Elif. I really am.” Holding onto Elif’s hand tightly as if it could make her stay. 

“Please don’t.” She practically begged as Elif handed over Luna too her. Having Luna meant there was still something out there keeping Elif alive in the scary world that awaited her. Unfortunately now though they both knew what it meant, which made Poppy cry harder. “Please don’t do this.” Begging Elif once more as she held onto Luna’s leash tightly. Tears fell more rapidly, she couldn’t bring herself to look at Luna. Instead focusing her blue eyes on Elif. 

Breaking even more when Elif asked if she would take care of her and she nodded unable to talk. While she knew there was nothing she could do to make the other woman stay it didn’t stop her from bargaining. “Elif please, what can I do to make you stay? I’ll do anything.” Shaking her head when Elif mentioned a new bus ticket, she pulled her wallet out of her purse. “I promised you I would buy it.” Pulling out the petty cash she had and she offered to Elif. “Please take it. Let me do something for you.” Keeping her hand out with the few hundred that she had from bartending the night before. While they both knew that she couldn’t leave town, there was still a part of her that wanted to go with Elif. “Always.” Putting a hand on Elif’s waist as she pulled the other woman in for a tight hug and she held onto her. Depending on if she could truly let go. “Until we meet again.” She whispered in Elif’s hair as tears still streamed down her face and onto Elif’s hair. Knowing that likely this would be an empty promise given both their situations. “Can you please just stay one more day?” Asking sadly even though she knew the answer. "Please Elif. Don't leave. Luna needs you and... so do I."

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"Hey Stranger," Elif's lips wobbled into a soft smile. "Don't be upset with yourself, okay?" She whispered, her voice shaking with emotion as she adjusted her grip on the duffle bag. "You really gave it your all." If there was one person who had been fiercely determined to give Elif a reason to stay, it was Poppy. Throughout the entire Basket Auction, the blonde was glued to her side, fighting to find the light. Those brief moments that might make it all worthwhile to stick around, and it broke Elif's heart, to now be standing here, bag in hand, having to tell her that it hadn't been enough, but if the basket auction and the past few weeks had shown her anything, it was how one person couldn't be her whole reason for sticking around as hard as this goodbye would be.

"We-" Elif's voice broke as she moved to wipe at her eyes with the back of her hand. "We had a good run, though, didn't we? You know," She pressed her lips together. Her eyes now glassy and her smile still trembling as she promised her, "I'm really gonna miss you, Poppy Reed."

"Here," She cleared her throat as she reached out to take Poppy's hand in hers. Unraveling the other girl's fingers, she placed the end of Luna's leash into the middle of her palm, only to close Poppy's fingers back around it once more. Luna, all the while, sat there wagging her tail happily, excited to see her other 'mom', none the wiser to what was about to happen.

Elif knew Luna would be a wreck. She knew their dog would cry and sit at the door desperately waiting for Elif to return, just as she knew what would likely be in store for her when she stepped foot out of town. But with time, all wounds would heal, and with time, Luna and Poppy together would thrive. She had always been meant to be hers anyhow. "You take good care of her, won't you? And yourself, okay? She's gonna need you and," the tears were really starting to fall now as Luna blinked up at the two of them in confusion. "And I got a new bus ticket, so don't worry about the flight okay? Just, if you're ever out of town, if you ever decide to go on vacation or take a road trip something, promise you'll look me up? Maybe we'll meet at some bar and I'll convince this pretty blonde to buy me a drink, okay?" It was a nice dream. One that likely would never become a reality, but one could hope, couldn't they? That after all the shit they'd gone through, there would still be a light at the end of the tunnel? There'd still be a, "Until we meet again?"

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Safiye was lost in thought when she heard Aysun’s voice bring her back and she spun around to see the other woman looking at her. Blinking as she tried to register what Aysun had said, when her brain finally caught up she shrugged. “I don’t know.” Sighing as she fanned herself from the heat with her hand. “That sounds good.” She encouraged with a small forced smile. “Do you like baking?” She asked softly. “Sorry this heat is just killing me and I have a lot on my mind.”

Closed Starter For: @moonglowmagic (Safiye) Location: Holloway Farms, Strawberry and Peach Picking

While all the flailing animals, real and mechanical, weren't really her thing, Aysun absolutely felt right at home in the orchard, a basket resting at the crook of her arm. The heat was scorching, but she didn't mind it too much, the wide-brimmed straw hat shading her face from the worst of it. "Are you planning on doing any baking with your fruits?" she asked Saf without looking over her shoulder as she plucked another ripe peach from the tree before her, setting it carefully into her basket, "I was thinking of making peach melba- or maybe peach delights?"

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“Farmers. Or you know whoever owns the bulls for these kinds of things.” She attempted to explain as if she knew what she was talking about even though she barely had a clue. 

“Who said I was going through a rough time?” She questioned, wondering if it was that obvious that she was constantly falling apart. It wasn’t that she wanted to feel this way, it’s just that she did. She’d done so much in a short time, now karma was paying her back tenfold. “I understand, but it was implied.” She shot back for a moment. “Thank you. Just remember if you’re mean to yourself, then I get to be mean to myself.” 

Dilan drew in a sharp breath when he told her to stop apologizing, she really wanted to apologize once more for being such an idiot and clearly misreading the situation. Raking a hand through her hair as she grew in another sharp breath. “No, I totally am.” Correcting him. “It was out of line and I shouldn’t have done that. I should have just grabbed your arm like a normal person would.” Just she knew he was stronger than her and could easily push her off of him before she even had time to count. “It’s fine.” She promised as she stood up straight and shrugged. “I mean it’s already done.” It wasn’t like she could take it back now, nor was she sure that she wanted her luck back. “Can we? Cause it kinda seems like I might have ruined this— friendship?” Leaving the question to hang in the air since she didn’t exactly know if they were friends or not. Taking a couple steps towards him and she shook her head no. “I’m not going to give you bad luck on Friday. We can just call it even now. I mean I’ve made you unlucky before." Giving a half smile as she recalled when they first met and she'd made him unlucky. "Unless you go out of the way to touch me, you're safe I promise."

"Who keeps bulls as pets?" he asked looking over to Bones with a light shudder. He say much as she filled him in, the details were far too worrisome that he had imagined, but from she said and the snippets he already knew, the picture came to light and turned to be nothing pleasant.

"It's not that I don't acknowledge that you're going through a rough time but is it actually unfair? I don't think it'd be very nice if I tell you to keep putting yourself down now would it." He shrugged, unsure what to say anymore. "I never said innocent flower? I just meant that despite it all you're kind—" But being made to stop talking as she held up her hand, Dhruv let the topic drop with a resigned sigh, "Alright. I won't say anything more."

When she didn't expand on the story, he didn't prod her to continue either, letting that one drop as well. "Right, yes, I gathered," he responded still a bit bewildered. Lips curled downwards as a frown took hold, he didn't know how to stop her from over apologising but unable to stop himself he said it outright. "You really need to stop apologising. No, you're not an idiot… this is just… surprising that's all." He was okay with brushing it off and moving on without dwelling on it too much but awkwardness began to set changing the air about them when it felt like she was unable to do that casually. Her movements, the rush to leave, tripping over people and words seemed to reflect it. When she seemed so intent on going, he couldn't really stop her. "A day is still pretty long…" He wanted to ask if she wanted to reverse it, he could take on a bull without luck, that was the intention from the start anyway, but of course he knew it wasn't possible. He had it now and she didn't. "You don't deserve that." He didn't think it was worth wasting it on him. "Listen..uh... if you want to forget this whole thing, we can? I don't want to make things too awkward for you. Just. dunno, give me bad luck on Friday and we can call it even."

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“Yeah, I never win these kinds of things anyways. Driving safe is more my speciality then crashing them.”  She had always been cautious and in control when driving, but maybe that was more due to her lack of control in other aspects of her life. “Must be in your blood.” She attempted to joke until Linden was mentioned, then the hurt she’d felt during the basket auction returned. It was a mix of emotions, but ones that still were yet to be resolved. “Nothing.” She replied quickly with a shrug. “We’re friends.” While the question felt like a loaded one, they were friends who had slept together, sent mixed signals, and always showed up for one another. Biting the inside of her cheek, she looked down at her shoes. “Always have been.” Adding before she finally looked up at Jasmine. “It’s nice meeting you, Jasmine.” Extending her hand to the other woman. 

"Is it?" Jas tilted a brow up in amusement at the thought. "Apparently. we're a pretty competitive bunch," She mused with a small shrug. "Ah, yeah, through Linden, right?" She said, vaguely remembering how the other girl's name was on Poppy and Linden's list. "Jas. Jasmine Castillo. So what's the deal with you and my brother anyhow?" She asked curiously, knowing that there was something going on between them. Especially after the scene that went down at the basket auction, but she still wasn't quite sure on the details.

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Poppy had to admit their brother had put on a hell of show with his so called bestie during the baskets. "You can say that again." Shaking her head disapprovingly. "I think it's suppose to bond us or some shit. Maybe Dilan gets off on torturing on us all as once." Shrugging at her words before she felt the conversation turn more serious. "Umm..." How did she approach this given that Nico as part of the problem and why she'd said bye to Elif earlier today. "Nah, I'm okay." She lied, before letting out a deep breath. "I'm just-- worried about Elif." She admitted. "I thought I could make her stay, but..."

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"Well that was... something. Remind me again why we all chose to get together as a town?" She shook her head lightly back and forth at the thought before she gave Poppy a light nudge. "Hey, you okay? I know you seemed to be dealing with some serious shit back there and all."