owenxwalker

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                                              Potion making is a delicate art  

There are thousands of recipes, each unique to their purpose and the crafter. A carefully meticulous balance of each specific ingredient and intent poured into the mixture. One small discrepancy can alter the entire batch.   Just like medications, there are certain instructions to follow. Such as, none of the ones Jesse Decker made for his most recent order are meant to be mixed with alcohol.  

While out on a delivery he'd stopped by a local bar - Orion South - to see some friends but unknowingly a bored and mischievous fae eyed his bag. The quaint town, while safe, was dreadfully dull to them and seeing an opportunity they swiped out the potions from the witch's bag. Not caring about consequences, they thought sneaking behind the bar and adding a little of this and a little of that to several liquor bottles seemed like a fun idea. No one caught the deed and by the time Jesse had left several tainted mixed drinks had already been served.                                                                                                 Feeling woozy?  

                                                                              Perhaps a little confused?  

                                                     Did you just realize that stranger sitting next to you might be the most attractive person you’ve ever laid eyes on?  

                             Do you suddenly not recall the reason you’re even in the bar or when you even moved to this town?  

                                  Magic feeling a little unruly at the end of your aura?  

                                   Feral instincts sharpening the tip of your canines?

Then you might be on the receiving end of a mystery spiked drink.  With Orion priding itself on specialty drinks for werewolves and witches alongside the humans as well, equal parts are at risk of getting a tampered cocktail. There were three types of potions that Jesse was delivering that day and all of them become gravely altered by being mixed with liquor. With only a one drop needed for a single dose now full bottles poured into arrays of alcoholic the effects can become quite intense. 

                                            ............which one did you possibly take?

There’s a very skilled mechanic whose hands and back are weathered and worn from years of dedicated steadfast work. He gets a simple draught to ease those aches and pains, making work enjoyable again and more than just a job. ⌠⌠ When taken with alcohol it puts the patron in a drug like state, any supernatural abilities they might have can become unhinged as do their inhibitions and behavior; possibly to extremes. ⌡⌡ 🌙

At the edge of town, a young woman lives only with a pair of dogs that help her feel safe from the shadows yet reminder her there's still good out there. To aid with her emotional detachment to the world there's a special brew that lets her experience that natural fondness she has for friends and family free of any fear. ⌠⌠ Being diluted within liquor causes the mixture to intoxicate its inhabitant with an intense emotional reach for the nearest person they lay eyes on; a need to be with that person beyond even their own soul bond.  ⌡⌡ 🖤

Some things are better left in the past or in the farthest reaches of your mind and a man with many scarred years in his past practices just that.  A very particular potion keeps the man's demons at bay with a slight tweaking of his memories. ⌠⌠ If polluted with booze it enhances the results to the point one could have years of their memories blocked from their mind, lifetimes locked away without a clue as to why you’re even there.  ⌡⌡ 🌸

                                    What will you do under an elixir’s magic? 

                                              Who will be able to help you? 

                                               When will you find a remedy?

This is a open starter for everyone to take inspiration from. If you’d like an actual starter with one of my chars involving this just dm me but mainly I’d just love it if this inspired you all to do threads of your own from it. Have your muses get tangled up in it for a little or a lotta drama depending on what you’d like. I’m not monitoring or regulating this, if interested in threading with me about it I’d love to talk with anyone about it or answer any questions if you have any but mainly just hope it’s something for y’all to have fun with🖤

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Acts of Affection

Send in a symbol from YOUR muse to see how MY muse will react to yours!  For the ones where YOUR muse gives or says something to mine: WILD CARD! Your muse can pick the item, sings a specific song, or says a specific thing!

Family/Platonic:

✩  Grooming, brushing, or tending to their hair.

✪  Rubbing their back after a stressful day or disappointment.

★  Cooking them their favorite meal and feeding them.

✬  Making them their favorite hot beverage.

☼  Cuddling on the sofa next to each other.

☀  Singing them to sleep.

☆  Getting them something they need before they ask for it. 

☄ Leaning your head on their shoulder while they talk.

✥ Play fighting!

❃  Mussing their hair or tugging at their clothes (a hat, sleeve, etc.)

Shipping/Romance:

♥  Laying by their side and watching them while they sleep with a fond smile.

♡  Kissing the corner of their eyes.

❥  Running your hand over their arm and gently pulling them close.

❤  Whispering sweet nothings in their ear. 

❦  Holding hands and nuzzling somewhere ambient and low-lit.

❣  Staring deep into their eyes with adoration.

ღ  Rubbing your leg against theirs under the table.

ℒ  Pulling them into a hall/alley to kiss them passionately.

￡ Brushing your hand over or gently squeezing their bum.

Ω Running a hand over their collar bone or décolleté.

Sexual/NSFW:

✖  Soft nips at the neck and shoulder line.

✗  Bathing, washing, or soaking together quietly after sex.

♦  Body worshipping their naked form, slowly.

✚  Painting honey dust, edible paint, or other soft brush strokes on their body.

✦  Giving a sensual massage.

♢ Straddling their lap and holding their face to yours for a deep kiss.

▲ Dressing them up in lingerie (or gear) with gentle attention.

▽ Running your hand between their thighs, and splitting their legs apart.

► Unzipping their clothes free and kissing their neck.

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My muse is hooked to a lie detector. Send "Truth!" + a question for them to answer honestly. If they lie they get shocked.

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ezralexington‌:

“You are such a liar but it’s okay. I’ll let you suffer in silence if you prefer. You obviously have no faith in my witchy abilities if you think I can’t practically smell the pain coming off of you.” He grinned as he teased his friend not really feeling bad about the harshness of his tone. Owen had known him for long enough to have already encountered this side of Ezra. “She always loves running around the park. The trick is to get her to not run around using magic in public. It’s rather tricky because she’s gotten very good at using her magic just not at hiding that she is.” He waved at her as she screamed from the top of the slide demanding the attention of her father and Owen. 

Owen rolled his eyes at the verbal stabs, none of which he could really argue with besides the faith in his friend. Which he did have for Ezra but even from his friends Owen didn’t have the easiest time taking offered favors. Especially centering around things he was a bit sensitive with, and trying to act like his physical problems didn’t bother him was a tender spot. Even if he came off stubborn and bullheaded Owen would be the cliche suffer in silence type before bothering his few friends about things as menial as this. Besides, he’d never intrude on the time between a father and daughter. “Yeah I can see that being a small problem.” Owen mused while imagining the kind of chaos uninhibited magic could be coming from a rambunctious child. “She hasn’t been caught turning anyone into frogs or anything so I’d say you’re doing a good job so far.”

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casswilscn‌:

I am. Two words that confirmed an inescapable shift in her world, the opening of a door that would never be able to be shut again. The words slowly seeped into her brain, Cass staring incredulously at the man before her. The perfectly normal man. Okay, she reasoned, he was ridiculously hot… with freckles all across his face and full, wide lips that sat above the cutest little chin dimple… Focus, Cass. “Uh…” She started, voice stuttering as she searched her memories past the shock that glazed her mind. “Werewolves have been around just as long as humans. They’re not blood thirsty half and half beasts like television depicts. Um, that even though they can pass as human, they usually follow more of a wolf way of life. Packs and all that.”

The smallest change in her scent alerted him, the very scent he'd spent the last several hours mesmerized by. He'd picked apart each separate note possible while she slept, trying to learn all he could about her. Like how an equine scent was threaded deeply into her own. Right now there were several spikes in her scent, one from the anxiety and shock she so clearly was working through. While other spike came and went so quickly he couldn't pin point it before listening to the few things she knew about them, before knowing they were facts. Nodding to show he agreed with the basics Owen bit at the corner of his lip when faced with what he'd be responsible for telling her. 

"We're not human and we're not wolves, we're something on our own that just shares from the two. Often we take more from the latter." He glanced at his fingers as they absently twisted together to try working out his nerves. "One thing we share is also a large part of who we are. Of our lifestyle and beliefs. And that's mates. The strong bond and attachment we can have to another." Licking his lips Owen shifted in the chair, unable to find a way in calming himself or lessen the stress building up inside his chest. "Any of us can love anyone or be with others but everyone, every wolf, has a mate who means more..." Than life was on his tongue's tip but even that felt too strong to lay onto her this second and he lost some of those nerves to continue, "..than can be put into words. It's sacred to us and drive by our instincts." Glancing at her eyes he paused to see if she was absorbing what he'd told her so far, if she felt any of the significance in what he was saying.

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sparrow-suthcliff‌:

“Cass did.” There was no reason to deny that it was his soulmate who had actually told her what happened. Not that she had been rude or complaining about the whole situation. She was simply being honest about what had happened- and Sparrow had naturally been worried about Owen and how things were going for him following the less than ideal meet cute with his soulmate.

Following Owen into the bar Sparrow tucked her hands into her jacket pockets falling into step behind him naturally, watching the werewolf move so calmly and naturally in his bar. Of course, it would be one of the places he was most comfortable in- there and his own home- but it was rare to see Owen looking completely at ease with himself and in his own skin. Rare but completely enjoyable.

“I won’t say I’m not just a tiny bit disappointed that you were being a little careless.” There was no point in lying to him. He probably would know if she did. After all, they had known each other for a very long time. And she had been around him for one of the darkest parts of his life. So, odds were that Owen would absolutely get the sense she was lying if she was going to lie to him.

“But I’m also here to check up on you.” Reaching out she briefly laid a hand on his arm to get his attention, squeezing down gently and then pulling her hand right back away. “How are you doing with everything, Owen?” She knew, logically, that meeting his soulmate the way he did couldn’t have been easy for him. But given everything that had also been happening with him in the last few years he could have reacted any number of ways. Both good and bad. And what was most important to her was that he was doing alright after everything.

Of course it was from Cass. Of course it was from the one who had all the reasons to paint him in probably the worst picture possible; and he hated how that idea hurt him. Even if they'd left on a slightly better end of terms in the hospital he'd still left Cass in a hospital bed, fracturing both her and her safe human world. Knowing Sparrow had talked directly with Cass and most likely knew how the whole mess had gone down, Owen's head hung a little lower. It wasn't as if he was free from making mistakes or blunders, far from it in fact. How close to home, close to him, this one fell is what bothered him the most. He'd injured his mate. There wasn't any thing or any words that could make him feel any better about it, and he certainly didn't believe he deserved to. 

While he knew Sparrow's intentions were far from rubbing it in his face Owen also knew she wasn't here in curiosity of his feelings. For whatever reasons she'd taken it upon herself to look after him and many others in the town, she expressed equal parts maternal like care and when called for it more punitive attentions. He'd heard of a witch she was often trying to reign in a more chaotic seeming nature; a problem child she'd loving called him once. Owen already knew how poorly it was looked on that he'd so openly relieved himself to a human, even if she was his mate it was done without any thought. An action he'd berate anyone else for doing. So Sparrow's voiced disappointment didn't surprise him, though it still held it's bit of sting. He grimly smiled thinking how much of a parent figure she really was that she could deliver the whole, 'I'm not mad, just disappointed' spiel. 

It was more than a little careless, Sparrow was being too kind with her words but Owen just kept his head down while walking them back to his small office. Sharp and keen ears were everywhere, though what happened between Cass and him wasn't that much of a secret he still wasn't settled to talk about it openly around others. He glanced down where Sparrow's hand ghosted over his arm, warmth still lingering where she touched and reminding him how close they really were. Not something he forgot but when you weren't the talking or expressive type it could slip your mind that you had people to confide in. That knew some of your darker corners and deeper scars. Letting out a slow breath Owen gave out a tired, "Fine.." then leaned against his desk, arms crossing as eyes took their time rising up to look into Sparrow's. "Better than she’s doing at least."

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casswilscn‌:

“What do you mean, ‘aren’t just stories’? You’re tryin’ to tell me that it’s real? You’re a fucking… werewolf?” It took her a moment to even get the word out - it was too surreal. Cass could feel the panic starting to rise in her chest so she took a few deep breaths to combat it. What on earth had she fallen into? It almost felt as though she was in the twilight zone, every single moment of it. The only part of the last several hours that was anywhere near normal was being thrown from a spooked horse. From there it had been like she’d been launched into some alternate universe. Despite her panic, her eyes never left the man’s, her stubborn nature showing through even now in her determination to figure out exactly what the hell he was talking about.

Just that like it seemed the safety and stable known of her human world was cracking, and she appeared to be handling it as well as he could expect. The frantic beating and tight wheeze in her chest pounded in his ears, a pinch of alarm prickled in his skull recognizing his mate felt in danger; his wolf wanted to fix it. Lips rolled together and his head tilted down for a moment knowing he was causing that panic in her. “Yes. I am.” Trying to keep his gaze on the floor, trying to give her spaces between to breathe in and let things sink in for her - because they still had a long way to go - Owen waited a minute for asking, “What sort of things did she tell you? In those stories.”

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Owen Moodboard

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You’re wrong. This is who I’ve always been. And I let you and Octavia and Kane convince me that we could trust these people when they have shown over and over who they are and I won’t let anyone else die for that mistake.

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I’m paralyzed. I’m scared to live but I’m scared to die.

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ezralexington‌:

Isabella let out shouts of delighted laughter as she went down the slide over and over again calling for Ezra to watch her impressive feat each time. His smiles came naturally as he cheered her on taking as much joy in her fun as she did. He had almost forgotten that he had spoken to Owen or even that the man was there. He was always so quiet sometimes Ezra forgot they were even having a conversation. As Isabella turned her attention to a different activity that she didn’t feel required the attention of her father he turned back to look at the man. He seemed a bit out of it himself. His face scrunched as if in pain and Ezra wondered if he was alright. “Well thank you. Work was so depressing today I had to take a break. How are you Owen? Your face makes you look like you’re in pain right now.” He considered moving his hand up just a bit maybe pulsing a little healing magic into Owen but it wasn’t his place to use magic on others without their permission. 

Owen wasn’t sure if it bothered him how easily Ezra could pick up these things off him in a matter of seconds. Unsure if it was just from being around each other for so long, part of his magical abilities or if Owen was just that easy to read. For all the effort he’d put in for months to take control of, to not be ruled completely by, his pain and defects it felt like some days he was still at the miserable start of it all. At least today the blur of his vision was more annoying than discouraging to him and his eyes shifted a vague focus to the ground instead, easing the strain. Attempting to mask or push through it, which ever one might be realistically accomplished, his mouth pulled into a thin smile, “M’fine.” Eyes glancing up to his friend before looking back down, “Long days inside, bit sensitive to the sun I guess.” Hands stuffing in pockets to keep hold of any fidgeting he might do Owen glimpsed up once again across the way at Isabella to add, “At least she’s loving it.”

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casswilscn‌:

Okay, so she had definitely upset him with her questions, if his tone was anything to go off of. But it wasn’t like she knew the best way to ask these sorts of questions. Continuing to watch him as he spoke, her eyes lingered on his lip as it found it’s way between his teeth, only shaking out of it when he released it to speak again. “Like vampires and werewolves and all that? I mean, yeah. Bunny - my grandma - used to tell me stories about them all the time from the old world. But they were just stories,” she insisted with a shake of her head. Stories that were now obviously working their way into her dreams. Her very realistic dreams.

“Yes, some are stories.” That’d be another day and time, to play real or not real with all the supernatural myths circling the world, when he’d answer any and all the questions she had about them. Today, right now, there was a certain focus he was going to try keeping and he’d try to do it slowly. The more clear her hesitance and belief about this was almost starting to set up a wally around her; humans were always great at denial. He’d personally never had to break a human into their world but he’d known it was not generally be an easy process. Attempting to convince his soul mate that he event truly existed wasn’t a situation Owen thought he could’ve prepared himself for. “Some aren’t just stories.”

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casswilscn‌:

For some strange reason he almost looked hurt by her question, as though he couldn’t believe she would even ask. She honestly didn’t know what to make of it. Was there some sort of expected etiquette when finding out someone was a supernatural creature out of stories? He finally answered, and Cass waited for him to continue… to give her some sort of explanation or reason or anything else. Anything beyond the simple ‘yeah’ that was all she got. “That’s it? Yeah you’re half man half wolf?” She ran a hand through her hair as she stared at him. “Who even are you and why were you after me in the first place?” 

“I’m not half anything that’s not what we are-” Cutting himself before the offended rambles came out any quicker from him Owen bit at his lip. Humans weren’t expected or really even wanted to know any of this so he didn’t know why his hackles had gone up when she called him that. Like some old Hollywood horror movie Frankenstein creature. Maybe it’s because it came from her, and she was exposing all these raw emotions from him under the scars and callouses he’d built up. Little things didn’t set him off but every other word from her was spiking up inside of him; it was already exhausting. 

“Have you heard of or know anything about the supernatural? Since you’ve been in this town? ...or even before that? Besides-...” He waved one hand dismissively with a grimace while adding, “...any movie bullshit.”

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casswilscn‌:

Maybe she was dreaming? At least in a dream it didn’t matter that she had said something so ridiculous as her first coherent words to this man. Rather than speaking again right away, Cass took a few moments to study his face now that she had more clarity. The first thing she noticed was the smattering of freckles across his face, dancing across his cheeks like stars in the night sky. Her eyes then traveled downward to his full lips, noting the small scar just above them and settling on the dimple in his chin. It took her a few moments to move beyond that, because she knew looking up would mean meeting his eyes again. Those deep, brown pools that were so intense - the only thing about him that resembled the wolf he had been. 

#hen she did finally meet his eyes again, she was struck with a sense of familiarity so strong that she sputtered out without thinking about it, “Do I know you?” Hearing herself speak the words, Cass shook her head, blowing out a breath and scrubbing her right hand over her eyes. “Sorry. I mean, I know I don’t know you other than from uh - before. Did I imagine that? Were you a fuckin’ wolf out there?” 

The following silence left Owen to just sit there, feeling her eyes over his face like it had answers for her and he still held a hope that’d find it; find the one he’d already discovered. The hope was small and burnt out quickly after her first question of knowing him. Humans didn’t feel the bond like they did, there’d be no draw stronger than gravity for her, no clarity in realizing she’d found half of what she’d always needed and no recognition to know that he was her soul mate. No. She wouldn’t feel any of what he did. There might be a block between their species, keeping her thoughts and feelings out of his reach, but Owen knew this for sure. She looked him at like she stranger he was to her while he tried to not gaze at her too long and get caught up in the pink curves of her lips. At her last question it was a little easier to see through some of that glittering allure and bitterly ground him back down. Fucking wolf... “Yeah...”

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Days following the surprise run in with Cass were a strange case of hectic for Owen, who was used to being busy and made efforts to be so, but there’d always been a routine. Now he was trying to slip in this vital but completely new part of him into the fold and it turned out to be as difficult as he’d predicted it to be. Thoughts and feelings had minds of their own and all of them funneling back to her. They ranged from his want to spend time just being near her for some sanity to the heavy guilt never letting him forget the sight of her in that hospital bed because of him. 

Work used to make perfect sense, it was stressful and even seemingly overwhelming at times, but he at least knew what to do. Yet he could hardly concentrate these days because the point of his business was to deflect him from dwindling in thoughts of someone; then he had to find his mate. Once she’d been released to go home they’d come to an soft agreement of meeting again ‘For coffee or a drink’ to try getting to know each other. All that work he’d poured himself into, that been used as slow stepping stones to bring him back up could barely hold his concentration for more than an hour. Sighing he pinched at the bridge of his nose while walking up the sidewalk. A few meters away someone’s familiar scent hit him, one that brought his eyes up to spy the woman clearly waiting for him at the door. 

It’d been a while since he’d talked with Sparrow, their almost matched stag lifestyles keeping them at a comfortable understanding of not being drinking friends or anything. His last check in with her had been almost a month now too so he was curious to her presence but there was a little hunch; it was after all not a very large town. At her statement the muscles in his neck cinched, teeth grit and jaw quirked to the side but he said nothing. Just pulled out his keys to unlock the front door and walk in, leaving it open for Sparrow to follow before grousing out, “Who told you.”

Sparrow wasn’t mad. She couldn’t be. True, she was slightly disappointed that Owen had been reckless and could have gotten seen in his wolf form by a human who wouldn’t have taken it so well. And even more so that he could have cause the human who turned out to be his soulmate to get hurt even worse. (She wouldn’t admit it out loud but she was upset about that because the last thing she wanted was for the werewolf to have any more regrets than he already did; to have someone else he cared for pull away from him. And the second that bond snapped into place? Well, it had been impossible for Owen not to care for Cass.)

Having known Owen as long as she had she was pretty accustomed to his schedule. (Advantage or drawback of being a mom-friend, she wasn’t sure which.) So it wasn’t difficult to figure out when he was going to show up at his bar to set everything up for the night. So once Sparrow had finished all that she needed to do for the day she headed over to the bar, waiting by the building for the werewolf in question to show up. (She couldn’t have snuck up on him if she wanted to. He would have smelled her from a mile away.)

As soon as she sensed him approaching the witch turned to look at him. “I hear you got a little careless and had to bring someone to the hospital.” To people who didn’t know her it might have sounded judgmental. To those who did they would know it was concern that laced her tone.

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casswilscn‌:

Something jarred her out of the darkness, her eyes fluttering open before she winced at the bright lights flashing overhead. Where was she? She was laying down, but moving? “Wolf man,” she muttered, twisting her head to the side and encountering a kindly looking woman in scrubs. The woman merely nodded, patting Cass’s hand and nodding. “Don’t you worry, you can see him in just a little bit.” She didn’t even know who he was, and thought she should tell the woman that, but before she had a chance, darkness came over her again. 

The next time she came to, she was much more alert, blinking her eyes rapidly and taking in her surroundings as everything came rushing back to her. The ride, the wolf, the landing. Oof, that landing. Thinking of it brought on the fact that her head was throbbing and when she raised her hands to hold it, her wrist twinged inside the brace fastened over the joint. Well, at least a brace was better than a cast. Turning her head to the side to see if there was a nurse nearby, her mouth dropped open in surprise, hands falling back to her lap with a thump, when she saw the very same wolf man in her room, settled in a chair next to the bed and staring intently at her, as though he’d been waiting for her to wake up. Suddenly very aware of how terrible she must look, Cass reached up her uninjured hand to try and straighten her curls before stopping herself mid-motion. Why did she care? She shouldn’t. She didn’t. Clamping her mouth shut, she wondered what to say to him. Had he brought her here? Did someone else find her? Was this guy even real? Ok, Cass. Words. Use your words. At least say hi. “I’ve seen your dick.”  Great. Very smooth, Cass.

The level of understanding in a community of wolves was such a relief some days. Arriving naked to the hospital no one even blinked an eye at him, he wasn’t the patient so his body as no concern to the staff, and as the nurse in charge of his mate was one she found him some clothes to wear. An almost amusing shared fact that clothes sometimes were more of a forgotten or irrelevant thought to them; when only one of your forms wore them. The jeans fit fine and the shirt was a bit snug but as tall as Owen was it didn’t surprise or really bother him. Nothing even fully touched on his mind other than the fact his mate was sleeping in the bed just four feet from him. His knee bounced in nerves and energy that’d been coiling up inside of him. All thoughts might be on her but he had a million of them with a new popping up every other second. Chin resting on his palm with fingers pushing at his temple Owen focused what little energy he could spare for himself on being calm.

Not on dwelling within the fact that not only was she injured but it happened because of him. That he’d been in such a daze, trance of just seeing her and taking her in, to be careless. Guilt had long been gnawing inside his chest and sitting in the room, taunting himself by only looking at her and not getting any closer, Owen just tried to breathe. He wanted to talk to her. He wanted to know her. He wanted to apologize. He wanted to tell her how beautiful she was. He wanted- At the smallest shift in the bed Owen stilled, eyes fixated on every little movement as she finally woke up. When those eyes came back on him Owen once again was falling, so easily he could just keep falling into that warm abyss but... Owen blinked. Brow knit as he realized exactly what she’d just said and how it left him more than a little blindsided on how to react. Clearing his throat to find some words the only reply he could give was, “Yeah...”, as some of that haze started to dissolve and leave him feeling muddled.