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Drives on the Going To The Sun road in Glacier National Park.

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Great Chalfield Manor

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Felix followed behind the guard happily, looking at his surroundings as they walked but suddenly they stopped causing Felix to walk right into the guards back. The guard did not seem to react. Felix looked over the guards shoulder to see that they had arrived at the door of a house.

As the door opened Felix perked up to see Wade there to greet him. He hopped past the guard and gave the professor a big hug instead of taking his hand. “Hello professor! Your house is so pretty!” he stated quickly not really caring about the guard, his whole focus on the professor.

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“Thank you,” Wade chuckled. He smiled a little bit, grabbing Felix’s hand, and dragging him inside. He ignored the guard, closing the door on him. He didn’t want to bother with pleasantries. He just wanted to spend time with Felix. That was all that was needed. 

“How are you?” he asked him, guiding him inside. “Would you like the tour? Would you like something to eat? Or would you just like to...hang out?” he asked him. He chuckled. “Whatever you want.” 

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I ain’t want I oughta be, I ain’t what I’m gonna be, But I ain’t what I was.

Shriver, D. W. (2007). Repairing the Past: Polarities of Restorative Justice. Cross Currents, 57(2), pg. 217.

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clarawoodhouse​:

“Darling, you don’t know the half of it.” From walking to showering, it had been an interesting experience. Clara was just grateful that she’d not listened to the youth when it came to face recognition with her devices. She could not imagine how she would be able to function with even more difficulties than she already had. “I’m slowly managing though. You should see the new wardrobe that Arthur has from my attempts to use retail therapy to cope.” 

She came around the couch, taking a seat next to Wade. Folding the tall body onto the small couch was a rather comical sight. Perhaps she’d ask Wade for some tips on how he managed his own height. “You would have to find him first. I swear that man spends his life in study and work. I have to practically drag him from his study or shop.” Not that she was complaining. Occasionally she did get frustrated, but his dedication was something to be admired. “That would be wonderful, Wade. You have my thanks. I might have broken more than a few things in the kitchen.” 

Wade chuckled a little bit. “If you tell anyone this, I’ll deny it,” he told her. “But, I too, like to indulge in some retail therapy.” He winked at her and smirked a little bit. “I have so many hats, boots, flannels..” He admitted this and shook his head. “My point being, you wont’ get any judgment here,” he said. He chuckled a little bit.

“Busy man,” Wade noted with a nod. “But, don’t worry. I’m very patient,” he said. “Plus, it’ll be worth it. Because, if he’s important to you, then he’s important to me.” He smiled at her. Clara was one of the few people he’d do pretty much anything for. She was one of his closest and dearest friends. “Of course,” he told her, nodding. “We don’t need any kitchen catastrophes, after all.”

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clarawoodhouse​:

Clara gripped him a bit harder as the horse picked up speed. While she still didn’t like being this far off the ground, she could see the appeal of riding a horse. The experience was positively exhilarating. She smiled, glad that he was helping her down. The last thing that Clara wanted was to fall flat on her face even if the grass did look rather plush and soft. “You better not.” Clara closed her eyes, wrapping her arms around Wade the second that they made contact. 

Wade chuckled a little bit, as he helped her off. He held her close, before letting go to make sure she could stand on her own. “See, now, wasn’t that fun?” he asked her. He ran his fingers through her hair, and pressed a gentle, friendly kiss to her forehead. “If you ever would like to go again, just let me know. Okay?” he told her.

“I just want to feel you.”

“Are you talking to me or Buttercup?” She raised her brow, watching as Wade came closer. Simply seeing the size of the creature had Clara questioning whether or not learning to ride a horse was a good idea. Wade assured her that it was perfectly safe. He would be behind her the entire time. Still she worried as she yet again tried to climb on. She couldn’t imagine that she looked very enticing in her struggle.

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edmund-elofsen​:

The fear made for a lovely little appetizer. It radiated from the guard who once believed himself to be above paying for the crime of treating the grant students as objects. Now he was reduced to little more than a vessel for Wade and Edmund to drink from. When the spell faded, he would have the memory of this moment to remind him that it was all worth it. 

Edmund viciously bit into the man’s neck. Normally he would take care when he drank not to spill a single drop, but this was more than a simple feeding. He grinned, bloody fangs showing as the blood trickled down the guard’s neck, watching for a moment as Wade took his fill from the other side. 

He didn’t do this nearly enough, Wade decided. He often watched himself so much, that he didn’t indulge. He decided in this moment, that he needed to fix that. He smirked a little as the two of them drank, locking eyes with the other man as he did so.

He finally let go, licking his lips. There was still blood trickling down the side of his mouth, but he didn’t care. He smirked at the other man. “You’re absolutely delicious,” he told the one they were drinking from. “Delectable, even.”