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Funeral Rave, Girl [February 16, 2019]

IN PROGRESS

Cassian makes his way out of the airport with Mina and Fitz, the whole experience having been quite strange, yet intriguing, looking over at Mina after he requests a taxi from one of the airport employees. "What are we seeking to discover tonight?" Cassian asks, before looking back at Fitz, who was busy getting some snacks before their cab ride, allegedly. "I am surprised he came," he admits, thinking on how Mina had been blocked by the man not long before.

Mina looks curiously over at the procession of people surrounding her, momentarily lost in the experience until Cassian's voice draws her back, "I am not certain. Lawry...invited me and I wish to know why. And, to understand this connection he and Fitz share. I...believed perhaps, this would be a place for you to be, connected to Anja...if there is something with Julian occurring here." She admits, turning her attention to Fitz and Ellery as she takes in his own admission, "As am I."

"An invite from Lawry?" Cass repeats, trying to process the idea in his mind, along with the fact that it was something to do with Julian. "Do you know where we are going?" He asks curiously, as he watches as Fitz and Ellery make their way back over to them.

Fitz moves over to rejoin the two scooby doosters themselves, taking a big chunk out of his twizzler as he flips it to Cass upon hearing his question. "The million dollar, mc Q. I looooove surprises, as much as the next guy, but what. is. in. Cali. grrrrrrrl?"

Mina hears the questions, turning her attention to answer them before the cab arrives ahead of them, propelling her to open the door, "Get inside. I will show you, and we can see this, together." Mina instructs to Fitz, keeping her attention honed on him as Ellery and Cassian move inside the vehicle, taking in the melodic hum from the other man before he finally relents, taking her own place inside the cab, giving him the address she had received from Lawry.

Ellery moves to take a twizzler from Fitz, biting into it as she gets into the cab, wondering where they were all going next.

August adjusts the hem of her blush pink strappy bodycon dress as she steps out of the cab, alongside Lawry and Hayden, her nose twitching as she takes in the nondescript place, unsure if she had gotten the correct place, moving to text Anja before she hears the heavy clanking of a door opening and catches sight of the other woman before her, the sight of the mask catching her a bit off-guard.

Anja props the door open, the warm air enveloping her body, cascading through the thin fabric of her black lace robe, carrying a handful of half masks of varying animals in her hand, "Ne reste pas là, douceur." Anja purrs out to August, her full lips twitching into a lazy smile, as she hands her the intricate feline and Persephone flower essence inspired mask, registering the other men where still there a bit delayed, handing the bunny and Anubis one, respectively. Grasping hold of August's hand as they take them from her grasp, drawing her into the place, the intoxicating rhythm echoing and transfixing as it seeps into her soul, giving August a loose twirl as she takes a deep drink from her flute, leading them into the underground club, outfitted with cages, swings, misceallaneous live art instillations, bare and more demure souls, rooms for the less voyeuristic of souls, along with a multitude of specially crafted ones as well where the gambit ran wild for what everyone's truest desires spoke, the place invigorating her, as she feels a pair of hands take hold of her turning to spot the familiar Poseidon mask, moving to draw him into an impassioned kiss, taking a firm grip of his jaw, feeling the pills, easily swallowing them as she gives him a final parting kiss. Turning her attention back to the trio, focusing back on August as she hears her search for the words to describe the venue, the atmosphere, the energy, gently placing her finger along her lips. "Cela transcende de telles choses." She intently whispers to her, leaning in close, drawing her along with her, as a spark of a realization hits her, turning her attention back to the boys. "Mêler." She instructs them, spreading her arms out, and moving with August to the bar.

Hayden makes his way into the strange place, clutching August's arm tightly as he takes the entire scene in, placing the bunny mask on before he catches sight of a woman wearing nothing but a black bunny mask pass him by, trailing her hand gently across his face as she passes, whispering something to him in a language he didn't understand before she's lost in the crowd once again, as if she was never there. "Hvad en mærkelig stedv," Hayden whispers to August, not finding any other words for it in the moment, following her with Anja to the bar, before looking back at Lawry, unsure if he was supposed to follow, before he makes a remark about having to let someone else in. "Kan du lide det her?" Hayden asks August, dropping his voice to a whisper.

August moves to don the mask, carefully, as not to mess up her freshly spun curls, moving them back to their place, a concern moving over her as she hears Lawry's words, wanting to ask further before Anja whisks her away, keeping her grip on her, as she feels Hayden's in kind, "...It's...nice, see..." She offers, motioning to the dance floor and the woman tossing flower petals, "Anja seems really proud, and happy here. I want to let her show us more." She whispers back to Hayden, "Are you okay?"

"Maybe it is, and I just...don't understand it," Hayden whispers back, before moving to take August's hand. "Let's ask her to show us all this place has, if it is something that makes her happy?" He offers.

August gives Hayden a tight squeeze, as she hears his words, happy he would continue to support Anja as well, knowing just how hard of a time it was for...them both, allowing Anja to lead them around, but making an internal reminder to text Lawry so he could rejoin them along the way.

Fitz loudly pops his gum as he takes in the out of the way looking place, leaning on the railing as he does so, clicking his tongue in time to the sound of a ye old timey big ben ass clock, as he carefully watches Mina from the corner of his eye as she looks intently onto her phone screen. "Wanna catch a fliiick?" He offers, rolling his hands theatrically to mime the gesture, giving his bubble another pop, as he hears the door, he hadn't noticed creak open, his body reflexively tensing at the anticipation.

Ellery catches sight of the woman in the black rabbit mask who leads them inside and hands them masks of their own, before Ellery looks down at peacock mask that the woman had given her and the Anubis mask she had handed to Fitz. "I want one like that, too," Ellery says, moving to trace her fingers along Fitz's mask, before taking in the weird mask that the woman had given Mina. "She should trade with Mina," Ellery moves to whisper to Fitz, cupping her hand as she does so to keep the woman from hearing.

Jona hears the request from the elflike girl, moving to take in the woman on whose behalf she was making a request, before offering her hand. "Then let's," she purrs sweetly. "Come with me, et découvrez la profondeur du rabbithole."

Fitz's bubble bursts as the extra from Beyoncé's bootilicious beckons them inside, his gaze moving immediately to her body, swallowing his gum, hard. Moving to grab a few vines from Ellery's pack of Twizzler's as he rips his attention from the woman, to take hold of the mask, "The fuck is this? Wiley Coyoteyyyy?" He asks, with a snort as he leans in hearing Ellery's words, about to make a play before he takes note of the situation before him between the two girls, biting a big chunk from his twizzler, holding his finger up to Ellery's nose, chewing slowly as he waits to see how this played out first.

Mina's brows raise at the unexpected...and strangely undressed woman, that stood before them, "Who are you?" She immediately questions, looking over the woman, cautiously moving forward with the group for their sake, casting a gaze over to the masks she passes out, noting how she did not have one for Cassian, "No. I do not require a mask. I wish to be seen, not hidden." She states matter of factly, taking hold of the one she held and passing it to him, hearing Ellery's words, as she turns back around, looking at the offering from the other woman, and the specific phrasing a strike crossing through her mind, as she seriously studies the woman, before casting a look at the flash of kaleidoscope lights off in the distance, "Where is Anja? Take us to her. Now."

Jona studies the woman curiously, a twitch of a smile crossing her lips as she places her other hand on top of Mina's. "Je vais vous montrer d'abord. Viens," she offers to Mina, before looking over to the remaining party. "He will be here soon for everyone else," she explains to Mina. "Mais je vais vous conduire à ce que vous désirez."

A twitch flashes across Fitz's lips as he takes in Mina's words, scratching at his chin as he stretches out, swapping his mask with Ellery, taking in the mask another strike of amusement passing through him as he takes it in, glancing back over to Mina, as he moves off the wall, almost in between the pair of women. "And whatttttt, wait for daddy?" He muses back, putting on a thick British accent towards the end of his question, "Booooooring." He yawns, throwing the woman a wink, turning his attention to Mina, "We can gang gang it up, if you wanna, just give the call." He tells her moving to don the peacock mask, given who's shindig this was, after all, offering his fist out for Mina to pound after miming the banana phone and intending to take a step back, letting Mina call the shots before they cracked this bitch wide the fuck open.

Mina continues to keep her gaze steady on the woman as they continue to meet one another's gaze, slowly sliding her hand from the woman, as she hears Fitz voice boom through, another strike cutting through her at the mention, distracting her at the moment, considering the two options that lied before her, her head leaning a bit as she watches Fitz display the mask, once again to the world, moving to softly place her hand overtop his, enclosing her hand over his, meeting his gaze completely, intently. "Nee. Wacht op Lawry, hij zal ons samen terugleiden. Volg niemand anders. Tot die tijd, bewaar ze veilig." She lowly commands, keeping her gaze locked, a few beats passing between them, "Dit betekent ook jij." She extends upon, a softness passing through her tone. "Promesa." Mina asserts, "Sobre...las almas de tus hijas caninas."

A flash of electricity shoots within Fitz as he feels the unexpected touch and surprisingly firm, yet somehow soft, grip the woman placed onto him, catching him completely off-guard in the moment, barely registering the mention of who Daddy was apparently supposed to be, his smart-assed comment already dying before it was able to fully form, as he catches her words, a tilted smirk forming in its place instead. "Wouldn't be much of a Daddy if I just sold their souls, all willy nilly, now...would I?" He muses back, giving the top of her hand that rested upon his a light pound with his opposite hand, "Don't sweat it, they're in the best of hands." Fitz affirms, giving her a sprinkling of jazz hands, "...Promise." He states, a seriousness moving into his words, in contrast to the wisp of a playful smile, watching as she considers his words before seemingly accepting them, moving off with the woman, and...promptly slamming the back of her hand back against some wannabe big bird ripoff, catching sight of the blood, with a chuckle. "Helluva woman, that one, yeah kiddos?" He says, a smirk moving onto his lips as he sees the man fall down, turning his attention to Cassian and Ellery, moving to help the girl with her mask, before gesturing to the mysterious end of the hall, waiting a few moments before he throws his idea to the kids, "Mmmm, a closer look, wouldn't hurt, riiiiight?"

Ellery takes in Fitz's words, turning to Fitz as she dons the Anubis mask after watching the unknown man fall to the ground after her sister's contact with him. "What did the rabbit say?" Ellery posits, holding Fitz's gaze as she takes one glance down towards the fallen man. "Libérer vos désirs?"

"Something like that." He nods, scratching his chin as he moves his hand inside his pocket revealing a thick joint, easily lighting it and taking a deep inhale, offering his arm to Ellery to link with, and giving her a nod to do the same with Cass, moving to give a harsh kick to the fallen man's head, keeping his pace slow, as he moves further down the hallway, with the other two monkeys in a barrel.

Jona moves to lead the woman along, a twitch of a smirk forming on her glossed lips as she hears the thud behind her, not pausing to stop as she recalls where Anja was taking the new arrivals and would be, leading her through, allowing the woman to take in the sights and living art on display, before finding the room in question, leading her inside.

Ellery nods her head, recalling her training from Jin as she turns to deliver a brutal kick to the man's head, before linking her arm with Fitz, intent on going with him down the hallway.

Cassian studies the scene before him, looking between Fitz and Ellery, before down at the man. "Is he...dead?" Cassian asks, before recalling what the stranger did to Mina, a flash moving through him as he delivers a harsh kick of his own, moving to steady his breath as he watches the blood fall from the man's face. "Ni pomembno. Pojdimo," Cass acknowledges, turning his head towards Ellery and Fitz as he follows them.

Fitz slowly releases a plume of smoke through his nostrils, giving a laugh at Cass' response. "That's the ticket." He nods, taking another inhale before offering it to him, doing a group twirl as they approach the curtain, theatrically opening it, fully, as he takes in the wild scene laid bare before, "Well, I'll be a monkey's godmothaaa, little Anja Karenina...all grown up, who woulda thunk it? Ahhhh, the pride." He muses, dabbing at an imaginary tear at the corner of his eye as he puts his hand over his heart, his gaze scanning over the cluster fuck of debauched fuckery, soaking it in. His fingers drumming against his jaw. "If I...were a little cocktease, what. would. I. Beeeeeeeee?" He muses, looking over the masked attendees, one option in particular giving him a swell of amusment, giving a little clap of his hands as he rubs them together taking hold of the joint once again, bending down to take in the man, get sloppily ram slammed just off to the dancing queens, flicking his fingers under his mask, to get a peek underneath, sucking his teeth as he realizes it wasn't the man of the hour, after all. "Bummer summer, was soooo sure." He muses, breaking an imaginary heart as the man moves to hoover some lucky contestant from the voyeours of the crowd. Closing an eye as he points a finger gun, at a few other options amongst the eclectic crowd, "Eeeeeenie, Minnie...."

Anja playfully gives August a light spin in the now empty room, to the sound of the muffled music playing just outside the door, moving her mask back onto the top of her head as she watches August do the same, her worried tone and the shift in her delicate features causing a strike through her, moving the palm of her hand along her lips, leaving a soft kiss mark onto it as she keeps her hand securely in her own, wanting to reassure August. "Jeg er glad for at du kom. At du stadig...er her, okay?" She softly breathes, a swirl of intensity crashing through her as she speaks them, the reality of the possibility of it having been two, instead of the one, lost to her through their struggles, being very real, polarizing, to her at the moment, further amplified by the undercurrent of the entire night, her fingers delicately moving across the customized B necklace, - they had gotten for one another, years since passed - laying upon her glistening chest, intently watching as her chest continued to rise and rhythmically fall, the simple, yet incredible motion, phenomenon, stirring a soft comfort within her, as she pans her gaze back upwards to someone that had been so dear, precious, invaluable to her, a constant beacon of hope...of light, love. "Jeg elsker dig, August." She warmly proclaims, a gentle smile moving across her lips as she hears the near immediate response in kind, and feels the indescribable warmth as she feels her arms wrap around her, her head resting onto her shoulder as she savors the moment, wanting to keep it with her forever, a twitch crossing her lips as she feels the kiss upon the side of her face drawing back a bit, as she feels the next one fall upon her lips, surprising her a bit, but apparently not as much as it did August, taking in her expression, as she moves to give her another squeeze upon her hand. "Det er okay." She softly soothes, not needing an explanation from her, or for her to worry any further on the moment, if she was uncertain, rubbing a hand gently across her hair. "Takke-" Anja moves to begin, until she hears the sound of the door opening, turning her attention to it, expecting it to most likely be Hayden, knowing it was a rare moment he was not attached to August, through any choice of his own, thankful to Aegir for the time she managed to slate out as it was, before the two people surprise her, well, more importantly, the one in particular as she moves her attention from Jona, over to Mina, sliding off the table. "What are you doing here?" She questions, her tone taking more of a bite, as she sizes the other woman up.

Mina holds her hand tightly as she continues to move through the crowds of people, her attention focused solely on finding Anja, allowing the woman to open the room where she supposedly lied, a strike of surprise moving through her at the decor, her curious gaze finally landing on the woman she wished to see, along with...August? Her head tilting as she notes they were the only ones that resided inside, catching the contact they had with one another before she hears the sharpness of Anja's words, intently studying her features, recognizing the signs near immediately, "I came to help you." She asserts back, keeping her gaze honed with the other woman.

A wide smile breaks out onto Anja's face as a boisterous laugh spills forth from her as she hears Mina's words, "Help me?" She echoes back, her hand moving across her chest as another chuckle escapes, her fingers moving under her lips as she closes the gap between them, "You can't even help your fucking self...can you, mmm?" She muses, flicking a finger under Mina's chin, a sharp edge crossing her red lips as she draws her arms around Mina's neck, "Vous détruisez, tout ce que vous ne comprenez pas. Vous êtes un lâche, simple d'esprit. Juste comme ceux que vous vous opposez. Ils vous ont empoisonné, résonnant à travers vous." She lowly speaks to the other woman, lightly moving a few strands from her face, tucking it behind Mina's ear, "Ubili ste ga, ko ste ga lahko rešili. Pokazali so sočutje, vi ste tisti, ki je potreboval pomoč, on ... potreboval je pomoč. Ne potrebujem ničesar od vas, od katerega koli. Zapomni si to. ¿Y si crees que alimentarías a Thayer con los lobos, como Julian? Te unirás a él, te prometo esto, una cosa." She promises, a weighted conviction moving through her tone, as she leans in closer, her breath warm along Mina's ear. "Aller."

A hot strike flashes through Mina as she takes in Anja's words, echoing through the deepest recesses of her, closing her eyes, taking a slow breath, "Votre perspective, mais est-ce la vérité?" She counters back, beginning to hum the song she had recalled for the other woman, certain it was one she was familiar with. "Vous pouvez essayer d’engourdir la douleur, mais elle ne disparaîtra jamais." She breathes the lyric back, focusing on the other woman, the words holding true, connecting them together, whether the other woman realized this or not. "Je suis ici, en possession de mes erreurs. Mes choix. Il ne l'est pas, il ne le serait jamais. Pensez-y lorsque vous brandissez de tels noms. Ce sentiment que vous avez ici, cette colère? C'est pareil pour moi. Pour ma famille, je ne pouvais pas le nourrir aux loups, car il en est un. Je suis peut-être encore aveugle, mais vous n'êtes pas aussi conscient que vous ne le croyez. Vous protégez ceux qui sont trop corrompus pour entrer dans la lumière, pour expier. Ne te brûle pas en vie pour les garder ou garder leurs souvenirs au chaud, Anja." Her gaze softening a bit, as she looks over the girl, moving her arms slowly off her, "Simma i ditt eget ljus."

A flash of worry crosses over August as she takes in the interaction between the two women, not quite able to hear what they were saying but seeing how tense it was, sure it was Mina inflaming something that was not necessary, especially not now. Moving to step in between the two, "Mina, you...you should go. This isn't the time or place, and...you weren't even...invited. Go back home." August states, trying her best to match the strength from the other girls hoping she would simply bow out, even though she was uncertain she got her role across, a swirl of surprise moving through her as she watches Mina leave, not sure how she managed that in the slightest letting out a breath, before turning her attention fully back to Anja, moving her hands across her shoulder's, silently kneading into the muscles, already feeling the tenseness, another strike moving through her. "Let's go get some champagne, and you can show me those pieces?" She bubbles out, a bright smile crossing her lips, attempting to ease Anja's mind, moving to give her a side kiss on the cheek, before slipping her mask back on for her, and doing the same with hers, tightly taking her hand in her own, as she moves back out of the room.

Lawry parts ways with Jona, moving to head to the south door as Jona heads to the other one to let her own group of people in, firing a text back to Mina, hoping she'd find the right entrance, before he opens it to see two women who definitely weren't Mina and company, making a strike of annoyance move through Law at the mix up and hoping that Jona wouldn't do something fucking stupid. Allowing the women in, he annoyedly moves to allow the two women to have their pick the masks and other costume components he had prepared from his group, watching the nearly blindingly gorgeous one take the butterfly mask for Mina and the other eye the duck mask for Duckie himself, an amusement moving through him as she moves to strip out of her shorts to attach the matching tailfeather provided with the duck mask to her underwear, giving it a quick shake. A smirk briefly crosses Law's lips as he beckons the women into the club, sure that they'd find Jona and be able to do a crew swap, scanning the crowd through the eyes of his Anubis mask.

Hayden moves out of the room of the beautiful people he had been lucky enough to get the chance to spend time with, a swirl of warmth moving through him as he thinks back on the experience, before it is replaced by a hot strike of worry and guilt as he realizes he had no idea where August was. Quickly, yet recklessly, he moves through the throngs of people, keeping an eye out for her, before he accidentally bumps into someone, causing him to look up and see an oddly unmasked face...that he swore he recognized from somewhere. "Were you...at the wedding in Idaho?" Hayden tentatively ventures, taking in the beautiful woman as he tries to piece together in his mind where he had seen her before.

Mina moves her way through the people, flowing with the ebb and undercurrent of the souls, withdrawing her phone, a sigh of frustration escaping her as she gets a glimpse of her lack of service bars, before she feels the unexpected force nearly knocking the phone from her grasp. Turning her attention to the cause, her gaze panning up and down over the figure, a swirl of confusion bubbling within her. "Come again?"

“The wedding of August and Lawry,” Hayden clarifies, before recalling he was still wearing a mask, moving it back to reveal his face momentarily before putting it back on.

Mina tilts her head as she appraises the...boy, it seemed in the flash of the moment, settling her gaze onto him as she hears the clarification over the pulsating beat echoing throughout the building. "Who are you?"

"Do you know them? August and Lawry? Have you seen where they went?" Hayden corrects, realizing he may not have gotten his point across correctly the first time, a worry moving through him at where August might be.

Mina silently studies the boy before her, before finally answering with a simple. "No." Promptly turning from him, and resuming her pace back into the crowd, intending to appear on the other side of the wave.

Hayden's eyes widen as he takes in the rudeness from the other woman, wondering what exactly he did wrong, before moving back into the crowd to continue his frantic search for August, his eyes lighting up as he finally finds her, drawing her into a tight hug. "Auggie!" He exclaims, before looking at her. "I ran into this woman from your wedding I think and she was so rude," he sadly whines.

A flash of surprise courses through August as she feels the unexpected embrace from behind, turning in the grasp to take in the sight of Hayden, warmly returning the embrace. "Hay! There you are!!" She beams, taking hold of his hand, a flit of worry passing through her at his words, as she tightens her grip on his hand. "C'mon, dance with me and Anja!" August happily insists as she moves back into her moves with her best friends, wanting them to feel better.

Nell moves to playfully shake the duck's tail as she dons it, before moving to light her blunt as she takes in the scene in front of her, drawing up the duck mask just enough to smoke it, playfully releasing the smoke in the face of the man who wasn't Jona who had come to get them. "Thanks for the cool threads and all, but...peace out, girl scout, gotta find my wifey," Nell replies, giving the man a few playful slaps on the cheek before giving him a wink and flashing him the peace sigh, linking arms with Ariadne as she makes her way through the place, the whole atmosphere amusing the hell out of her, before suddenly she sees a finger gun pointed right at her, causing her to let out a laugh. "Hey, hey, buy me dinner first before you murder me in cold blood," she faux protests, holding up her hands in faux protest, before miming a tear on her face. "Haven't even gotten the proper chance to live up to my namesake and shake my tailfeather," she replies, before a curiosity moves over her at her wannabe assassin, moving to lift the mask, a grin of delight moving across the lips as she sees the face of one of Lord Chuck's best after-hours customers. "Fuck me," she lets out with a laugh, before moving to pull her own mask back and offer the blunt. "Recognize me without the mouse mask?" She asks, before looking at the crew with Fitz. "Sooo, where's Junior, he out with you tonight?"

Cassian takes in the odd, scantily clad woman who was smoking...a weed? Indoors, finding her choice of costume even more odd, especially given the tie to the song he had remembered Fitz and Lawry both retweeting. "Do you think she knows where Lawry is?" Cassian whispers to Fitz.

Lawry parts ways from the two women, figuring Jona could find them herself, looking to find his group again, before he spots Mina, apparently alone, making him wonder exactly what had happened. "Something go down?" He asks her.

Fitz lets out a laugh as he moves back the mask, taking in the woman, "Dunno, bring the Mouse back, and you've got a deal." He muses, flicking the mask with his fingers, taking hold of the blunt, taking a deep drag as he hears Cass's whisper, "Free agent for the night, eh. Don't rat me out." He instructs, bringing the finger gun back into play, "Where'd you get these by the baissss?" He questions, nodding to the mask in his hand.

"Deal, Mouse owes you free recycled pizza at Lord Chuck's next time you come round," Nell offers, giving Fitz a salute and a win, before gesturing her thumb back in the direction whatshisface went. "Some guy in a dog mask?" She offers, before catching sight of someone wearing a perfect match for it. "Like that one!" She offers, pointing towards the woman wearing it.

"Lawry," Ellery moves to acknowledge, before taking in the woman and Fitz's words to her about needing a mouse mask. Catching sight of a man wearing one who seemed to bothering a nearby woman, Ellery moves to deliver a blow to his back, taking the mask from the man as she steps over him, moving to hand it to the Duck Woman. "Here, let's trade" she offers, handing her the mouse mask, before turning to hand Fitz the duck mask. "A fun surprise for when we see Lawry," she offers.

Mina moves through the crowd with a determination, before she hits another obstacle, about to push past until she hears the familiar voice, stopping to draw back the mask and make sure, catching sight of Lawry underneath, before allowing it to fall back, a curiosity moving through her at his choice, releasing a breath as she stops to consider his question, replaying it once again, giving a curt nod in response. "Yes. It was a mistake to just show up, like this...to...whatever this is." She declares, her gaze panning to the wild hysteria den she had come to be in, before her brow furrows as her mind descends further into thought. "You knew about Anja, the state she is in? Why did you think I could get through to her?"

Nell lets out an amused laugh as she takes the mouse mask, moving to don it as she hands the duck one to the woman. "Hey, free pizza from Lord Chuck himself for you, too, next time," Nell promises, moving to give the woman a high five, saluting the group goodbye before taking Ariadne's arm to go find Jona.

"A pizza promise," Ellery affirms, before taking a marker out of her purse and writing her number down on the duck woman's arm, before allowing her to go wherever she was heading.

Lawry looks at Mina intently, taking in his cousin's words. "I didn't," he replies, thinking through everything that had happened, everything that was tied to it, the man whose memory carried through behind all this shit. "Toda to je nekaj, kar imate pravico biti tudi vi del."

Mina takes in Lawry's words, her brow furrowing as the echoes of Anja's ring back to the forefront of her mind, her features tightly setting. "No. No, I do not." Mina declares as her gaze flits across the various going ons, turning from Lawry, as she moves in between a dancing couple.

"Then do what you need to do," Lawry simply replies, not wanting to stop Mina if she wanted to leave or if she had some other remaining purpose in staying.

#( * rps. )#( * rps: fitz vennett. )#( * rps: anja harlow. )#( * rps: hayden kelly. )#( * rps:#ellery egen. )#( * rps: august møller. )#( * rps: cassian dolinšek. )#( * rps: nell maras. )#( * rps: jona champan. )#( * in progress. )

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Don’t Cry, Craft [December 31, 2018]

IN PROGRESS

Cassian steps away from a conversation he was drawn into by the mother of one of his ex classmates at Charleroi Prep, attempting to pretend he did not recall the other boy to the same degree he did, each time their paths crossed perfectly etched in his memory, before she makes her way out, giving him a friendly wave along with condolences about his father, before Cass is given the opportunity to return to August. "Things change over time, yet remain the same, no?" He observes as he watches the woman return to her car. "Mina will be coming to assist us. She has learned things about this scouts from Emerson, and this should help us."

A bright smile crosses onto August's lips as she takes in the text from Wesley, moving to respond back in kind, a strike of delight moving through her as she takes in the sight of the assorted woodland decals, stencils, and cookie cutters placing them in her already nearly overfilled basket, moving to hand it to Cass as she gets another one to continue nabbing all the treasures she found, "Aw look at this one!!" She squeals happily to Cass moving to show it to him, before her smile falters as she takes in his words regarding Mina, "She's coming...here? I thought she left already..."

Cass looks at what August had found so far, a smile crossing his lips. "Lawry will like these," he affirms, before taking in August's question about Mina. "She is stopping here before she leaves to assist us. Is this okay?" He inquires.

"...I guess." August gently murmurs, moving her attention off of Cassian as she continues looking through the selection, "I just want Lawry to have the best freaking day, ever. He deserves it, you know?"

"Yes," Cassian affirms, giving August an affirmative nod. "This is why Mina will be a big help with knowledge about the scouts," he explains, before he sees Mina enter, giving her a small wave to let her know where they were.

Mina catches sight of Cassian, after finishing a text to Emile regarding their shared plans for the evening, sliding her phone back into her bag as she returns the wave, moving to join the pair, before she launches into sharing the details, procedures, and knowledge she had gleaned from her brother and Thackeray during their shared jaunt into the woods, months prior, her recollection of the details crisp and sharp, until she takes in the basket full of clutter. "Do you also require additional assistance, with this surprise?"

Cassian takes in all of the knowledge from Mina concerning the scouts, before an idea strikes him, as he moves to look over at August. "Perhaps Mina should be the scoutmaster?" He offers. "We should get bandanas as well, maybe we could even get them with our names on them, no?"

A hot strike moves through August as she hears Cass' suggestion, stopping herself from making a face, "She can't!" She cuts through, "You have another party to get to, right? Speaking of..." August pauses, moving to open her bag and reveal a perfectly wrapped gift, placing it in Mina's hands. "Give this to Arie for me...please." She requests, hoping she could trust the other woman to do such a simple task without something adverse occurring, her mind moving back to her husband and her plans she already had in store for him, besides this addition she was attempting to collaborate with Cassian with for the sake of the day, "Lawry should be the scoutmaster, annnnd we should hurry and see if we can stop at the shop so that they can have it done soon enough." She insists, moving to grab hold of a basket before giving one to Cassian and breezing past the pair to the clerk, "Cass?" She calls out after a few moments, wanting to draw him back to the moment at hand and not get too lost with whatever the other woman had in store.

Cassian thinks on the timing of everything, reconsidering if Mina being the scoutmaster would get in the way of her getting home, wondering if perhaps she was returning to do something with Arie for his birthday. "Lawry being the scoutmaster, then, it does make more sense" Cassian agrees, wanting to allow Mina to return in time for whatever plans she had, before nodding his head in affirmation abut the embroidering of the bandanas. "I don't want to keep you too long if you have somewhere to be," Cassian whispers to Mina in Spanish. "Thank you for all your help."

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The Saige Invite [October 6, 2018]

COMPLETE.

August squeals as she recieves Saige's text, pausing Mama Mia as she turns her attention to Hayden on the couch, giving Berloiz and Duchess, soft rubs. "Do you want to take a movie break to go out dancing for a little bit, Hay?" August asks, finding it a good idea, since Lawry wouldn't be back until tomorrow and Anja having left witbout her, comingling with being at the place without Lawry making her feel an undercurrent of sadness, she was trying to keep buried, to make sure Hayden was having a good time and to keep her mind occupied.

Hayden looks over at August, grinning as she offers the idea, wanting to ensure that August had the best night possible while Lawry was away, knowing that August was likely to be missing him. "Of course! Let's make it a super fun . night, okay?" He says with a grin. "And the movies will always be here when we get back, plusssss...we can make blueberry pancakes tomorrow morning!" He offers brightly.

August bounces on the couch as she hears Hayden's excitement, "Yes! We can get dressed up and have all the Sex on the Beaches!!!" She exclaims enthusiastically, scrambling off the couch, with her pet babies, upon hearing his morning suggestion. "Duh, always have to make your favorite!" She grins, before taking in Hayden's pajamas. "Do you want to borrow something of Lawry's?"

"Yes!" Hayden responded excitedly, before realizing he was in his pajamas, causing him to let out a small laugh. "Yes, if he'd be okay with it! Will you help me pick something out?"

August nods happily, "Of course! I know he wouldn't mind at all!" She assures, setting the pets down gently, before moving to take Hayden's hand and lead him to her bedroom, sitting him on the bed as she begins to pull out a few options for him to try, before doing the same for herself, modeling a few to make sure she picked just the right one, excited to have a fun night out with her bestfriend and Saige.

Hayden follows August in the bedroom, trying on the options August picked out for him before setting on the right one, excited to have a fun night out with his best friend and the new person he was going to meet.

#( * rps. )#( * rps: august møller. )#( * completed rps. )

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My 2019 Tumblr Top 10

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Q: Geno looked into the cage at the tiny little fairy. He frowned, seeing how she shivered with fear. "How much?" he asked.

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Prison au!

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Q: Colden had been recovering for a few months from years and years of his life being an all around mess. He lost his wife, and years later when he still wasn't over it, he turned to drugs. His wake up call came years after in the form of LSD hallucinations. As he returned home from going on lunch with his brother, he noticed a sad looking girl on the steps of his apartment building.

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Q: 🌀from @hellachaotic) This was not what Shuonun had expected when he returned to the cave in the woods where he spent most of his time. A girl whom he did not know, lying, bruised on the ground. "Who are you?" he asked. "Who did this to you?"

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Q: It was a blazing August day. The sun beat down on the lonely New Brunswick, Canada highway. Finally, for the first time all day, a car drove past.

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Q: This was the fifth time this week Hazel had not come home for supper. He sighed softly as he checked his messages.

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Fairy au

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Q: It was a dark, storming night on the streets of 1860's England. Stefan Møller trudged through the gale, looking for his delinquent brother who was most definitely high as a kite holed up in some opium den. That was when he stumbled upon a young girl, covered in blood. "Good Lord, are you alright?!" he asked, helping her up, offering his coat. (@hellagoodbro)

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theepots · 3 years

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El’s Big Moment [January 19, 2021]

IN PROGRESS

Thayer momentarily looks down from his laptop at his phone, taking in the tweet from August, glancing back at his screen and deciding...maybe he could take a break, for a little bit...closing the laptop and placing it under his arm, as he makes his way into the kitchen, setting down the laptop gently draping his arms around August. “I love you, too, by the way...” He warmly murmurs out, recalling the other message he had gotten form her, before moving to pat the laptop beside him. “We can watch some El together while I help out?” He offers, an easy smile curling along his full lips.

#( * rps. )#( * rps: august møller. )#( * starters. )#( * in progress rps. )

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Homecoming [September 3, 2019]

COMPLETE

- 1 A.M. -

August moves her suitcase onto the bed beside Thee, a soft subtle smile peeking onto her lips as she sees Berlioz and Marie curl up to him, feeling Duchess softly move between her legs, as she moves to open her closet, trying not to focus too much on the way the house had felt before Thee had come, intently focusing on the selection as an urge to thank him, once again swirls within her grasping hold of two dresses to start, turning around to press the fabric onto her to show Thee, for a second opinion, wanting to make sure she looked her Best. "Which one?" She softly asks, starting with the delicately embroidered white lace dress before swapping it with the blush pink summer love one, intently looking for his input.

Thayer moves to softly scratch behind the ears of the two cats, a warm smile peeking onto his lips as they curl up between him, before he moves his gaze upwards towards the dresses, trying to take them in fully as options, knowing she'd look killer in both of them, but also, knowing how Hard this parent shit could be...trying to genuinely think which one might work better for her. "The pink one, for when you see them," he settles, feeling like it would really sell the whole homecoming thing, before a small smile peeks through onto his lips. "Men medbring også den anden, og måske ... hvis vi har et øjeblik til os selv, kan du bære det, når vi går og danser?" He offers, looking at her, taking her in in the moment, as he thinks on what was ahead for them, what it would potentially entail, wanting to be by her side through it all...and he looks at her, a seriousness moving into his tone even as a soft affection swirls within him. "Dette er en hjemkomst, ikke? Men først ... Jeg vil ... en af vores egne, hvis du har mig. Flyt ind hos mig, eh?" Thayer asks, a soft, sweet, sheepish smile forming on his lips as she asks the question, as he gazes at August.

August takes in Thayer's choice, pressing the soft fabric back over her as she casts a sidelong look at herself in the mirror, a slew of piercing thoughts cutting into her until Thee's words bring her to a more...gentle place, "Vil det være din første gang?" She inquires, a brightness moving onto her delicate features as her mind begins to circulate through the perfect places for him to see, moving to the edge of the bed as she cautiously, particularly, slides the dresses off the hangers and places them into her suitcase not wanting them to wrinkle or crease, as a shock of surprise moves through her at the question, her soft eyes widening expectantly, "Os alle? Mener du virkelig det?" (*All...of us? You really mean it?) She gently breathes out, thinking of the quadrant of sweet fur babies as well, as the soft snoring of Pluto still resting on her pillow.

"I Danmark? Ja," Thayer affirms, not quite being able to say the same about Scandinavia in general thanks to Brinsley parading him and Anja around there as kids from time to time for whatever old hag reason she had in that twisted mind of hers to do so, the memories of Sweden not the most...Fond, he recalls, before nodding his head, a sincerely swirling in his eyes. "Jeg vil være dit hjem, at holde dig, gennem de sværeste tider, at dele med dig, i de lyseste tider, ... dele et liv med dig, til ... Vær en familie med dig, hvis du har mig," Thayer admits, a softness moving through his tone as the corners of his lips move upwards. "Jeg er ikke ... perfekt, jeg er ... virkelig mangelfuld, jeg ... lægger ikke altid mine retter i opvaskemaskinen," a small flit of lightness moving through him at the last words even as the first few cut into him a bit as he thinks on what they entailed, what he had Done, who he Was, "Men hvis jeg kan oprette et hjem med dig, elske dig, få dig til at smile, at stå ved din side gennem både himmel og helvede, rundt om i verden og tilbage, så ... vil jeg være den heldigste mand i live, og Jeg tilbringer mit liv med at stræbe efter at være sådan en ære værdig," he softly admits, an affection swirling through his eyes as he looks up at her. "Jeg elsker dig, August. På et utal af måder kan jeg ikke engang sætte ord på. Du er den mest specielle person i denne verden, og jeg vil aldrig have, at du glemmer det."

August's lips quiver as she hears Thee speak, a soft sniff passing through her as she folds her legs into herself as she hears him continue on, a warm thrumming moving against her chest as she moves to wrap her arms around Thee's neck, sniffing again as she blinks a bit her vision clouding, "...Du er allerede min familie, og jeg elsker dig, for alt hvad du allerede er." August softly, warmly, breathes out, pressing her lips gently along Thee's cheek.

A deep strike of warmth pierces through Thayer as he hears August's words, a swirl of emotion moving through his hazel eyes as he gazes at her. "Ligesom du er min, August. Jeg elsker dig med alt i mig og ud over det, altid og for evigt," he promises softly, before planting a soft, gentle, yet deeply affectionate and loving kiss on her lips to seal his words.

A soft fluttering sensation moves within August's stomach as she feels the kiss on her lips, dissolving her pop of a question before it had a moment to rise, her softly innocent gaze resting onto him, as her finger lightly traces the edges of his lips, "Jeg elsker også dig." She warmly breathes out a gentle smile forming as she leans in herself this time, her eyes slowly closing as her lips ardently find his, even in the darkness.

"Altid og for evigt," Thayer breathes back in warm, soft, gentle wonder as he looks into her eyes, moving fully, lovingly, into the kiss as a deep warmth flutters within him along with...a sense of belonging, comfort, Knowing, melting into it as a soft, yet radiant smile breaks out onto his lips, unable to contain his feeling of happiness, of love in the moment and...not needing to.

"Altid og for evigt." August earnestly promises back, meeting his gaze for a few beats before her lips softly press along the corners of his own, resting her head along the side of Thayer's as she slips her arms over his shoulders, settling down into the moment before the mewling grasps hold of her attention as she moves to look down at the dark grey kitten in between them, a softness crinkling across her face as she, "Selvfølgelig elsker jeg dig også, Berlioz." She softly reminds him, moving to press her lips softly to the top of his head, before gently stroking him a bit as he clumsily moves into her lap.

"Han vil bare komme ind på snuglerne, ikke?" Thayer lightly affirms as he pulls back, a bright, soft smile on his lips, before lying back, looking at August, holding his arms out to take the kitten so August could lie back with him.

August watches as Thee moves back onto the bed, and outstretches his hands knowing she needed to finish packing...somewhere in the back of her mind but finding herself gently handing Berloiz to him, careful not to disturb Pluto and everyone else as she slides ontop of him and slowly presses herself down onto him, cozying up to the warm, soft spot between his shoulder and neck as she melodically hums in soft affirmation.

Thayer scoops the small kitten into his arms, reminding himself to help August finish packing after the soft moment, wrapping one arm protectively around the kitten and another around August, placing a soft kiss on her lips once again. "Jeg elsker dig," he affirms, a deep warmth swirling in him, moving to say it again, switching languages as he places another kiss. "Jag älskar dig," he says once again, lingering a bit longer in the kiss as a deep affection swirls in his eyes, before affirming it in a low, soft breath against her lips. "Je t'aime."

A rush of elated breath escapes through August's nose as her lips spread wider and wider with each iteration of words, the feeling of his lips onto hers causing a deep warmth to emanate through her as a soft giggle rumbles through her, "I loooooove you." She adds as she feels the soft draw back, "...Close your eyes?" She softly requests, waiting for him to do so gently moving to place a soft kiss on each of his eyelids until she moves to bury her face further into the crook of his neck, her lips twitching a bit from side to side. "...Hvorfor er du så sød mod mig?"

Thayer's smile brightens and spreads in a childlike soft happiness and delight as he hears the words. "I love you, too," he stealthily and lightly sneak in with another kiss, before nodding his head and closing his eyes, his nose softly crinkling as the corner of his lips twitch upwards at the sensation. "Fordi du er dig, er du August, og jeg elsker enhver lille del af dig, alle de små ting, der får dig til dig," Thayer affirms as he looks at her, a soft, warm affection swirling through his gaze.

A tiny peek of a smile shades August's lips as she hears Thee's words, softly trailing her fingers down along Thayer's, tracing his rings slowly as she snuggles closer into him, "...Som...hvad?" She gently asks, as she brings his hand along her cheek, closing her eyes as she feels the warmth of it.

"Som ... den måde, du aldrig nogensinde kan sige nej til en lille fyr på som denne," he begins as he looks down at the small kitten curled up with them. "Den måde, du altid gør det ekstra lille skridt på med dine cupcakes og lægger drysene på, som om du lægger en klemme af feestøv," he continues, a smile forming on his face as he recalls it. "Den måde din latter lyder på, når du og Anja bare har tiden i dine liv, indhenter, som om du aldrig har været fra hinanden," he adds, looking intently at her, a sheepish, warm smile forming on his lips. "I could go on all day, you know, just Warning You," he informs, lightly tapping August's nose.

August's lips softly spread into a warm, shy, smile as her nose twitches a tiny bit, her hand moving up into his shirt sliding delicately along his chest, as she ventures a gentle look upwards, "...Kunne du...virkelig?"

“Jeg kunne,” Thayer affirms, softly placing a kiss on her lips once again as he picks another. “Den måde, du altid blander din korn på i den perfekte kombination, og hvordan du hælder mælken på den langsomme, omhyggelige måde at sikre dig, at du ikke spilder, hvor du har det subtile dybe fokus, men alligevel spænding på grund af din kærlighed til korn i sig selv,” (excitement, love of cereal) he says next, easily rattling off the memory, as particular as it was, but endearing, nonetheless.

A warmth flushes onto August's cheeks as she continues to trace her finger along Thayer's skin, "Du... virkelig bemærket alt det?" She softly breathes out, her lilting voice filled with a gentle awe at anyone paying any attention to her, especially...the way he seemed to, looking up at him for a few soft beats as her palm rests onto his chest leaning into him.

“Hvordan kunne nogen ikke? Du er en fantastisk, ondskabsfuld, utrolig, smuk person, August,” (vicious = wonderful) he lowly, softly, warmly murmurs against her ear as he lightly and gently runs his fingers through her hair.

August moves a hand along half of her face as another flare of timidness flashes through her pressing her face against the warmth of his skin as she begins to feel the gentle sensations of his fingers along her scalp, her eyes softly closing at the calmness moving over her, filling her...her lips lightly, softly pressing along his neck, slowly trailing further downward as a result, wanting him to feel how she was, as her hand resumes it's earlier motions, her thumb gently grazing past his nipple as she sweetly gazes over to him. "...Må jeg tage dette af?" She softly asks, her gaze flitting to his shirt, before settling back onto him.

Thayer relaxes next to August, a calm warmth moving through him, in the moment, before he hears August's question, looking into her eyes. "Kun hvis du vil," he seriously, yet softly informs her, intently taking her in.

August's lips push out a bit as she hears his Thee's response, leaning a bit into his embrace as she softly nods, "...Jeg vil også...hvis du vil have mig til det?"

"Jeg vil, så længe du vil. Noget at dele sammen. Et udtryk for kærlighed," Thayer replies, staring at her intently, warmly, before a small smile flits on his lips. "Er det osteagtigt?" (Is that cheesy?)

August softly shakes her head as she leans in to press her lips along the high point of his left cheekbone, "Det er sødt, og hvad det ville betyde for mig, noget for at udtrykke, hvor meget jeg elsker dig, og hvordan jeg vil have dig til at føle, når du får mig til at føle.." (*And how I want you to feel as you make me...) She gently moves to explain, drawing back as her gaze pans across the bed, a gnawing, churning feeling rising within her, "...Ikke...her dog..." August whispers out, a flash of a frown crossing her lips before it is overshadowed by a soft, hopeful smile taking it's place as she gently sits up, grasping hold of his hand, holding it in her own, pressing it against her cheek. "...Kom med mig?"

"Jeg vil udtrykke dette til, til dig, for at udtrykke min kærlighed til dig, hvor meget jeg stoler på dig, og jeg vil have, at det skal være noget sikkert og godt," he says softly and seriously to August, placing a few stray stands of hair behind her ear as he looks intently in her eyes, before nodding his head, an understanding moving through him, as he softly squeezes her hand, giving her a small smile. "Vise vejen."

A warmness flourishes over August's cheeks as she hears what Thayer wanted, nodding softly in acknowledgement to it as she carefully leads him off the bed without disturbing anyone, softly closing the door behind them as she leads him into one of the guest bedrooms...her favorite one, one she had hoped to...her lips twitching a bit to the side as her mind doesn't allow her to finish that particular thought, knowing it wasn't a place....that...that...August shakes her head a bit trying to clear both lines of thoughts threatening to draw her from the singular instance of a moment. Gently leading Thee to the bed and sitting him down, her lips grazing along his own, along the skin exposed as she lowers herself, moving to softly draw his shirt over his head, her lips continuing along their attentive trail until she reaches just below his belly button, settling down onto her knees as her fingers nimbly unfasten his pants, rubbing her hands along her thighs to warm them a bit before continuing on. Her hand moving along the length of him, rousing the sweet thing to life, a gentle smile warming onto her lips as she meets him for the first time, face to face, admiring just how prettty he was before her eyes slowly close as she leans in to press a sweet kiss along the tip, feeling the soft shudder as her eyes blink open looking up to Thee, "...Es-tu chatouilleux?" She questions, looking at him intently as a giddy brightness swirls within her eyes as she gently leans in once again to press another kiss on the opposite side this time.

Thayer feels the motions as he closes his eyes, letting out a soft hum before a thought strikes him, a gentle smile forming on his lips at August's question. "Un petit peu," he answers back, before the idea moves back into his mind, his own desire to make her feel good as well moving through him as he leans down, to draw her back into a soft kiss. "Puis-je faire la même chose pour vous?" He inquires, staring intently into her eyes.

A soft airy breath moves through her as his words tickle her a little, making sure to be extra soft in that case as her tongue glides warmly along the otherside of him, pressing another kiss there about to start until she feels herself drawn upwards into his arms. A bit surprised by the action, but it easily subsides as she moves into the kiss a comfort moving through her as she does so until, the space between her perfectly arched brows creases at his question, "...Vous n'avez pas aimé?" She gently asks of him, a twinge of self-doubt flashing within her, not having quite started before she was apparently disappointing him, her lips twitch sadly at the realization.

"Oui, mais je tiens à vous donner aussi," Thayer softly affirms to her, before seeing the twitch of her lips, causing an alternate idea to move into his mind. "Peut-être que nous pouvons le faire les uns pour les autres, ensemble? Quelque chose partagé?" He proposes, looking gently at her.

A fluttering swirls within her stomach as she takes in Thee's words, not having really...expected them, silently moving beside him onto the bed, softly shaking her head in agreement. The sole of her left foot pressing gently along her right inner thigh as she leans forward, her lips parting as she slowly begins ebbing down and back, keeping her breaths measured wanting to make sure she got everything so it would feel good for him. Eventually, coming fully up sparing no time to move her hand to slip in the vaccum left by her mouth, remembering what he had asked before as she softly spreads her legs a bit more, gently and intently carressing Thee's hand with her free one until she moves to rest it on her inner thigh, hoping it wasn't too warm for him. Her mind recalling what she was wearing underneath her dress, "Voulez-vous...que je les enlève?" She softly murmurs, looking at him for guidance.

Thayer feels the motions, intently taking them in as he feels the anticipation of having the chance to make August to feel good, to feel loved, wanting to fully get into that but ensuring she was aware of how much he still appreciated her doing so for him, even though he wasn't really the focus here, with the proper appreciative noises and reactions, before intently taking her in as he holds his hand on her cheek, looking at her softly. "Tout ce que vous voulez," (whatever you want) he says to her sweetly. "Dis-moi comment tu as besoin d'être aimé, et je le ferai pleinement et sans réserve," (fully and wholeheartedly) he promises, pressing a sweet kiss to her lips.

August's brows furrow into one another as she takes in the question, never experiencing anyone....asking Her such a thing, causing her to stop her motions as she feels a bit...lost. Until the tension between her brows begins to softly ease as she feels the warmth of his lips press against her own. "...Jeg vil være sammen med dig." August softly, earnestly breathes out, her voice dropping lower as she slowly moves his hand up her thigh, then past the fabric, until she places it in between them, producing another frenzied fluttering within her stomach. "...Jeg vil have, at du skal have mig. Vil du...?"

"Jeg vil også være sammen med dig," Thayer softly, affectionately says, as he gazes into August's eyes, before a thought moves through him, a possible understanding. "Må jeg først gøre noget for dig?" He inquires, gazing up at her. "Så ... kan vi gå sammen. Ikke kun at du har mig, eller jeg har dig, men ... at være sammen, i intimitet, i kærlighed," Thayer warmly, softly explains as he interlaces their fingers.

A hopefulness rises within August as she hears what she had wished from Thayer's lips, nodding her head without a second thought to his question, until a confusion swirls within her as she feels his fingers moving between her own, wanting him to want her, to be his, even as a softness eases through her at how he had finished, fervently pressing her lips onto his, interlaced with all her hopes and desires.

Thayer softly, sweetly, kisses her, before moving his lips downward, tenderly trailing his lips along her skin, a warm gentleness laced into his practiced motions as he ensures each little bit of her was properly loved, tended to, before sweetly, sensually, letting his kisses move between her thighs, focusing fully, intently, on pleasing her, even as a thought crosses his mind in the middle of the moment as he looks up at her, wanting to ensure that he was doing enough for her. "Hvordan er dette?" He softly, gently inquires.

August feels him slow the kiss back down, her hands moving with his own to take her dress off, softly moving her head onto the pillow as she feels the heat of his lips along her skin. Her hands massaging his shoulders, her fingers nimbly moving through his thick hair, admiring it, how shiny it was as she spreads her legs open for him, her nails grazing his scalp as a soft giggle moves out of her at the ticklish feeling she felt funny enough. His question catching her off-guard, realizing she had started relaxing enough she had been as vocal as she knew she should've been. Her fingers lightly moving along his cheek, as she feels the wetness between her thighs, not really sure if it was from him...or from her? Her mind still a bit disconnected, cloudy even. "Virkelig god, tak." She warmly, sweetly, assures him as her finger softly slides along the outer corner of his lip, as her own softly curl upwards, "Du er virkelig smuk."

A warmth moves through Thayer as he hears the soft giggle, causing a smile to form on his full lips that only remains as he hears her answer, looking at her deeply, affectionately. "Du er virkelig smuk, og så meget mere end det," he warmly affirms, placing a sweet, soft kiss on her thigh, as he looks up at her, before lovingly, softly, moving his lips downward yet again, deeply, carefully, crafting the sensations with his tongue, wanting to give her a moment of all the attention she deserved, to be pleased herself, first and foremost, and to...just enjoy it, the moment together, to relax.

A flush of a grin flourishes across August's lips as she hears the sweet words projected back to her, and the kiss along her thigh, her shoulder blades rolling back into the bed as she watches him move back down, "Det er du også, du er ... smuk indvendigt og udvendigt, stærk, utroligt intelligent, smuk, kærlig, medfølende, generøs, fast besluttet, støttende, du skaber de mest smukt inspirerende ting." (*handsome) August begins to intently, passionately extol to him, her hand gliding over his own that was resting along her thigh, admiring the details of it until a shudder racks through her as she does so, causing her to shiver a bit in response, feeling the thrumming beat of her heart, radiating down to where Thee was, her breath coming out soft and airy, "Du gør mig liv lysere, og jeg elsker dig så meget, Thee."

Thayer takes in the sweetly spoken words, a deep warmth swirling within him even as he remains focused on crafting the most pleasurable, full expression of his love that he could, softly, sweetly, poetically, even, moving his tongue in his practiced motions, before he hears the softly spoken words. "Du gør det samme for mig, August, altid. Jeg elsker dig så meget. Du er så speciel, strålende, lys og varm. Som solskin i mit liv gennem alle mine mørkeste dage, og jeg vil være den samme for dig, at elske dig."

"Löfte?" She softly asks, her hand moving along his shoulder and his arm, as a tease of a smile settles onto her lips.

"Löfte," Thayer softly, warmly affirms, a sweet whisper as a smile begins to form on his full lips.

August's soft eyes brighten at the promise made, "Jag lovar också." August gently breathes back, softly tugging on his arm, wanting him to come back up to her so that she could kiss him properly.

A smile warms Thayer's lips as he feels the soft tug, moving upwards to draw August into a full, deep, encompassing, loving kiss, letting the world around them melt away, save for the two of them, in that moment.

A crinkle of a smile passes along August's face as she leans happily into the kiss, still feeling the distinct and deep sensation of her chest rising and falling, sliding her leg over Thayer's back, "...Sammen?" She softly murmers out, wanting him to know she was ready if he was, not finding a need for a condom, nor a desire for one as she softly presses her lips along the side of his neck, her hand trailing circles along his back.

"Sammen," he softly, warmly, murmurs against her lips, drawing her into a deep, consuming, loving kiss as they join together, moving in tandem together, Thayer wanting to bring about an expression of love, jointly, in the moment as he gazes deeply into August's eyes, holding it affectionately through the experience, softly breathing out, "Jeg elsker dig."

"Jeg elsker digggg..." August softly whimpers out, as her hands move from Thayer's back, her fingers raking through his hair as she keeps time with his body, pressing her lips to his needily, one of her hands gliding along his chest feeling the thumping of his heart underneath her palm. Not in much of a hurry for the experience to end...it actually feeling....quite nice, in a way? really comforting...soothing to her in the moment, wanting to see it through, hoping Thee was feeling good, until a soft smile forms across her lips as she hears the low sounds making her believe he was, happy that it was true, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and drawing him in closer as she kisses the side of his face as she keeps going along with him.

"Jeg elsker også dig," Thayer warmly, lowly, deeply replies back, wanting to make the experience as good as he could but also wanting to linger in the moment, to not rush it, taking his time with practiced, purposeful motions, keeping his eyes on August as he deeply gazes into hers, a loving warmth in them as they keep going together in the warm, special, passionate moment.

August softly moves her fingers back through Thayer's hair as she holds him close, basking in the warm afterglow of the moment, a shy smile moving across her lips, not having...Expected any of that to happen. "Tak skal du have..." She softly, sweetly, murmers planting a gentle kiss along the side of his face as she rubs his back, her gaze panning towards the nightstand catching sight of the time, a strike of concern cutting through her.

"Nej tack," (no, thank you) Thayer warmly replies back, lightly tracing his thumb against August's cheek as an affection dances in his eyes, before he catches sight of the shift of her expression, a concern moving through him. "Is something wrong?"

The edges of August's lips warmly flit upwards as she hears Thayer's thanks, "We...missed our flight...did you still want to go...with me?" August softly reveals, an uncertainty moving through her if...he'd still...Want to...after everything...

Thayer furrows his brow trying to recall..."Oh shit," he mutters out, totally having forgotten about the flight, wanting to kick himself for it, before realizing he could probably pull some strings to get another one, as long as he took care of some Outstanding Business out there in Denmark, before looking at August, drawing her into a kiss. "Of course I still want to go with you. I want to be by your side, through it all," he promises, a soft smile crossing his lips. "I'll see what I can do to get us the next flight out while you shower? I have a flight attendant friend from college who owes me a favor, eh," he lightly replies, placing another soft kiss on August's cheek.

A flush of a grin appears along August's face as she brightens up at Thayer's words still being True...even After....leaning in to press a soft kiss onto his supple, supple, lips. "Okayyy...I'll miss you.." She lowly breathes out, holding on a little longer before wrapping herself up in the top sheet, turning back to Thee as she makes it to the door to blow him a sweet kiss, a childlike giddiness swirling though her as she makes her way into the bathroom, wanting to not be too...long, so she could finish where she had left off, but knowing good things took time.

“I’ll be right here, promise,” Thayer replies, moving to give her a sweet kiss on the hand, giving her a wave as she makes her way into the bathroom, before moving to get in contact with who he needed to, before giving a small, quick knock on the door. “Two hours from now work?” He asks, hoping August could hear him through the door before moving to get his own clothes back on, figuring he could just do a quick face wash or some shit before they left, wanting August to have priority for time in the bathroom.

August deposits the sheet neatly into the hamper as she starts to run the water, wanting to get it Just Right, hearing the knock and the muffled words, moving to crack open the door, "Oh, sorry! You can definitely use the en suite? Or...we could share...?" August moves to offer, having forgotten herself for a moment, her voice dipping off at the second offering, unsure if it was something he wanted.

"If you're willing to have me...?" Thayer ventures back as he looks up at August from his phone as he gets ready to reserve the tickets, wanting to make sure it was something She wanted.

A warm flush moves across August’s cheeks as she leans her head along the side of the door, looking over at him, hehehe...her stomach hosting a whole camp of butterflies...giving him a wordless nod of her head as she sucks in her bottom lip for a small glut of a moment before offering her hand out to him...

Thayer takes in August's answer, a small, warm smile sliding onto his full lips as he takes her hand, moving to draw her into a warm kiss, momentarily breaking it so that he could remove his clothes once again, before joining her, moving to grab one of the poufs and some shampoo. "Vill du ha hjälp?" He offers, with a bit of light playfulness, knowing that they had to be quick about it with the flight time, but...still wanting to enjoy the moment with August, and make it fun and relaxing.

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Baby Hugs & Tugs [July 7, 2019]

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August adjusts her oversized sunglasses, as she makes her way up to the floor she knew Anja and Thee's apartment was, knowing she probably looked just as terrible as she felt, the realization only serving to make her feel as though she was going to cry again. Moving a hand out to softly knock onto the door as a soft sniff moves through her.

Thayer moves to run his fingers through his hair, taking a deep toke of his blunt before putting it out as he moves to go towards the door, sure that was August, pulling her into a tight hug the minute he sees her, just holding her in the moment, wanting to reaffirm his love for her through the gesture with the hope it provided some sense of comfort in the moment.

August lets out a soft breath as she feels herself immediately enveloped into the warmth of Thee, causing her shoulders to drop as she tightly wraps her arms around him, the tears falling as she quietly sobs into his chest, words failing her in the moment.

Thayer holds August tightly in the moment, lightly moving his fingers through her hair as he continues to try and comfort her, continuing on in the moment, before lightly moving to wipe a few tears from her face. "Hvad er der galt?" He softly asks, continuing to hold her as he does.

August moves her sunglasses to the top of her head as she sniffs, her breath hiccuping into the air, "Det er Mina, jeg ved ... Jeg ved, det er." She croaks out, another wave of tears spill forth from her.

"Er hvad?" Thayer softly inquires back, continuing his motions as he does so.

"Hvem Lawry virkelig...virkelig elsker. Ligesom dig, og Fitz, og...og alle." Even...Ellis was obsessed with her, and Mercy...well, she sniffs, another deep pang cutting through her, "Det er hap...sker igen, og jeg virkelig...syntes det var anderledes." She cries out, not understanding what she kept...kept doing so wrong, why no one wanted to stay with her, why she was...so much better than her, when she didn't even try...not as hard as she did, to be...to be perfect, having really wanted something positive, something that could make Lawry happy, want...her, and only her, something could make them unbreakable, show him that she could be a...good mom, just like his own. Her delicate features crinkling once again as she presses her head back into Thee's chest.

"Hvad mener du?" Thayer asks softly, wanting to understand further what was the matter, even as the name Mina causes a dull throb to move through his head in the moment, focusing on continuing the soothing motions and holding August tightly. "Hvis hun får dig til at føle sig sådan ... Fuck Mina, så. Du er fantastisk, smuk, vidunderlig, strålende, venlig, og ingen skal nogensinde få dig til at føle sig mindre end det," Thayer softly, but firmly, informs.

"Jeg troede jeg kunne være...først denne gang. At nogen kunne elske mig de fleste. Bare...bare en gang." August sniffles, pressing her hand against her face, as she turns her face away from Thayer, hearing his words about Mina...followed by the unexpected words about...her? Mentally having flagged it towards Mina, before she realizes the order wasn't correct for that to be right. "Jeg ville ønske jeg kunne tro på det..."

"Men Anja og jeg elsker dig først, altid. Du er vores hjem, vores lys, vores alt. Vi elsker dig, August, altid og for evigt," Thayer softly reminds, holding her tightly, before drawing her into a soft, gentle, loving kiss to affirm his words, feeling a need to show her, in a way that spoke even more strongly than words, just how much he meant what he said.

August moves her hand slightly along her damp, sore eyes a slight grimace passing over her from the sensation as she sniffs a bit more, "Er hun..." She gently begins, until she hears him continue further on, her words falling off from their train of thought as she feels his fingers move along her chin and draw her upwards into him, his lips pressing against hers, softly...sweetly. A buzzing scratching through her mind for a few beats, before she gently presses her toes onto the ground to help propel her closer into him, closing her eyes as her lips softly meet his own, once again.

Thayer draws August in closer to him, holding her tightly as he kisses her softly, sweetly, lovingly, as he gentleness and warmth within his actions, before slowly drawing back, keeping his eyes trained on August, as an affection swirls within them. "En påmindelse om hvor meget jeg elsker dig," he softly says, moving to lightly place a few of her curls behind her ear as h speaks.

August softly blinks a few times as she feels Thayer's lips drift away from her own, a small frown crossing her pouty lips at the realization, the eye contact alighting a deep strike of...self-consciousness within her, "...Selv når jeg er grim?" She lowly murmurs, as her eyes drift downward, as she feels the soft sensation of his fingers trailing along her ear.

"Selv da, på dine bedste dage og dine værste dage, de lykkelige dage og den triste, elsker jeg dig, August," Thayer affirms to her, holding her gaze to ensure that it resonated within her, before drawing her into another soft kiss, to put action, affirmation, behind his words.

August feels her soft eyes moisten once again as she hears the gently-spoken words, feels them...reverberate through her, tilting her head slowly upward to look at him once again, until they just as quickly close as she feels the warmth of his lips pressed onto hers once again, the faintly soft, wet, smacking sounds filling the air around them for a few prolonged beats. Feeling her bronzed cheek dampen from the tears falling upon it, as her arms draw upward and hook around his neck. "Jeg elsker også dig." She softly breathes out against his lips, her brow furrowing after a few moments before she looks at him searchingly, her eyes gentle, vulnerable, in the flit of a moment, "...Vil du have mig...brug for mig?"

Thayer moves to take his hand to softly wipe away the tears, drawing August further in after doing so in a tight, loving hug, holding her in it, lingering in it, wanting her to feel his reassurance, his love for her. "Jag kommer alltid vilja och behöver dig i mitt liv," he says to her softly, planting another kiss on her head before pulling back. "Jag tror nu att det kan vara en bra tid för en varm kopp te och några kramar?" (hugs = cuddles) He offers, a small smile crossing his full lips. "Jag känner en speciell blandning som jag känner att du verkligen skulle vilja ha." (I have a really special mix I think you'd really like).

A flit warms August as she takes in response before she feels the kiss along her head and the...hug, craving it more than anything in the moment, soaking it in until she feels him draw back, the gnawing feeling clawing through her once again at the offer and what it must mean. "...Du... vil ikke røre ved mig?" August slowly questions, moving to take a hold of his hand, placing it along her collarbone, as she continues to sadly look up at him.

"Vad menar du? Jag rör dig nu, och jag kommer att krama dig så mycket och så länge du behöver det," he affirms, moving to hug August tightly again, holding her longer this time as he continues soothing motions.

"Jeg mener, sådan her..." August softly starts about to move his hand until she feels him wrap his arms tightly around her instead. "Vil du...kysse mig igen?" (*Will you...)

Thayer moves to take in August's words as he pulls back a bit, before moving to draw her into a soft, gentle, sweet kiss, lingering in it before drawing back slowly, placing another soft one on her cheek. "Är det bra?" He asks her softly. "Jag är inte lika bra som te, men ..."

August moves into the kiss, an unexpectedness moving through her at just how...gentle he was, her lips lightly twitching momentarily as she feels the kiss on her cheek and hears his words, a small swirl of amusement moving through her. "Men...du er te, fjollet." She softly says, until another frown crosses her lips at what he might have meant. "Gør...vil du have mig til at stoppe?"

"Du har mig där," he lightly speaks, a twitch of a smile moving onto his lips, before he hears August's words, a swirl of concern moving through him. "Vill du ha fler kyssar? Vad behöver du?" He inquires softly, looking intently at August, wanting to find the best way to help her in the moment.

August looks down, not even truly certain of what she needed when her entire life was...imploding before her, her lip quivering as she feels another sting as she blinks back tears, trying not to picture them...together. "...Kærlighed." She softly sniffs out, "Jeg ved, jeg er for meget...vil du have mig til at gå?"

Thayer shakes his head, softly and tenderly enveloping August into a tight hug, pressing a few soft kisses onto her head. "Nej, du er aldrig for meget for mig. Jeg vil have, at du bliver, for at have te sammen for at hygge og grine, for at være her for dig, når du har brug for mig, for at gøre alle dine stormfulde dage fade væk," Thayer softly affirms back, softly and comfortingly trailing his fingers through her hair as he does so.

August melts into the embrace, into Thayer's warmth, feeling the light sensations, calming her in the moment, staying in the safe haven of his thrumming heartbeat until she finally draws back a bit, her bottom lip poked out as she looks up at him. "...Kan vi have te?"

"Ja, vi kan," Thayer offers, a small smile crossing his lips as he plants a soft kiss onto the top of August's head, before holding out his hand. "Kom med mig til køkkenet, og vi kan lave vores egen specielle blanding sammen?" (mix = blend)

August gives a light bit of a nod in response, moving further inside and taking hold of Thayer's hand, moving along with him into the kitchen as she shallowly inhales and exhales, trying her best to be Happy and Make Thee Happy by doing so, her breaths increasing in the moment, trying to hold back another wave of tears as her mind begins to distort and she hears the Familar voice cut into her mind, berating her and slicing into her word by painstakingly sharp word, hearing Thayer rummaging almost out of her scope. Moving her hand deeply along her tender eyelids, before realasing a sharp intake of breath, moving behind Thee after a few beats as she wraps her arms tightly around him, temporarily dispelling the cataclysmic thoughts before they resurface pounding back into her, guiding her to move her hands slowly down his stomach along the fabric of his shirt, inching closer to the button of his pants, "...Kan jeg gøre noget godt for dig?"

Thee leads August into the kitchen, moving to put a bit of water into the kettle before he begins to let it heat, hoping that it would provide some comfort to August, leafing through his mind as to what would be the most soothing blend before going into the shelves, finding a chamomile-pepperment one in particular that stands out to him, moving to open it to let her smell it. "Vad tror du?" He offers softly to her, waiting to see her reaction to it, knowing he could find another if it wasn't right, before he feels August's arms around him, pulling her close once again, before he feels the hand trail downwards, moving to focus his gaze on August. "Du behöver inte göra något för mig. Det jag är fokuserad på är du just nu," (what I am focused on his you right now) he gently explains, drawing her into another soft, reassuring kiss, lingering in the moment before pulling back, still holding her tightly, until he hears the kettle go off. "Och te hjälper alltid. Det är något jag alltid gillade för Anja när hon kände sig ledsen," he explains, thinking back on those hard times in the house he had grown up in with Anja, on how he wanted to always do anything he could to make Anja feel better, to brighten her day, to relax, after all the bullshit that B&B would constantly heap onto her.

August softly nods her head as she smells the familiar, comforting scents fill within her, a slight relief, calm moving through her until the abrupt clouding of her mind, a frown moving across her lips, "......Er du ikke tiltrukket af mig på denne måde?" She softly murmurs out, her minding flitting over Arie, and her time with him, "...Eller er det fordi jeg er grim...og du synes, jeg ikke er god til at få dig til at føle dig bedre..." She softly mutters out once she moves to sit in the seat as Thee pours the tea, her hand moving along her face. "...Jeg vil bare vide, hvad jeg laver forkert...hvorfor ønsker ingen at beholde mig?

Thayer lightly shakes his head, moving to pull August into a gentle hug as he lets the tea steep on the counter. "Det er fordi jeg vil hjælpe dig med at føle dig bedre først, slappe af, ikke bekymre dig, og jeg vil ikke, at du mister det ved at prøve at behage mig," Thayer softly explains, releasing August momentarily to grab the tea cups, moving to sit down next to her. "Du får mig til at føle mig glad bare ved at være her med mig, dele te, tale med mig, alt det, hvert øjeblik med dig er noget specielt ... og Anja og jeg, vi er altid her for dig, kan du huske? Gennem din side gennem alt og alt."

August features crinkle as she takes in the explanation, how...he wanted to...spend time with her, without...wanting anything else...back, not quite understanding such a thing, causing a few more tears to slip forth as she leans over onto him, keeping her hands around the warm cup, moving to take a tentative sip from it. "...Kan jeg blive her lidt?" (*Can I stay here for a little while?) She softly murmurs, unsure if Lawry would even notice she was gone, the flit of a thought causing another frown as she burrows in a bit more into Thayer.

"Je kunt zo lang blijven als je nodig hebt," Thayer affirms, moving to place a soft kiss on August's head, pulling her in close, before reaching over to grab a blanket and a remote. "Dus, hoe zit het met het bekijken van de Aristocats? Altijd een klassieker," he offers, a soft smile crossing his full lips.

August gently nods her head as she silently, softly, moves onto Thee's lap, curling back up into him, as she finally allows herself to take a deeper drink from the mug, feeling the warmth spread into her tummy, tilting her head a bit to look up at Thayer for a few soundless moments. "Thank you, Thee."

"Always and forever, August," Thayer replies warmly, genuinely, before curling up close to August, wanting to bring her whatever comfort and happiness he could.

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The Power of Love [November 13, 2019]

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August snuggles in close once she and Thee are seated and had ordered their drinks, her lips softly, slowly, pressing along the side of his neck, as she rests her head onto the soft crook of his neck. "Jag vet att jag redan sa det, men det är värt att säga igen: du ser väldigt stilig ut." She lowly murmurs, taking in the smell of him, warming her from within as she settles in even closer, just happy to spend the moment with him. "Jag älskar digggggggg..." She warmly whispers out, "Det gör vi båda." She sweetly emphasizes, moving his hand softly along her abdomen, as a content smile settles onto her pink lips.

"Och du ser så underbart, briljant vackert ut," Thayer murmurs in return, a smile teasing on his full lips as he presses soft kisses down on August's head, moving in closer to her as he rests his hand on her abdomen, still not fully feeling like it was real, feeling so...lucky and grateful as a joyous warmth moves through him at her words. "Precis som jag älskar er båda, av hela mitt hjärta och utanför," (with all my heart and beyond) he affirms to her, the happiness and joy radiating through his tone.

August grins from ear to ear as she feels the nice little kisses and listens to the soft words happiness bursting through her, thanking the waiter as she drops their drinks off, catching sight of Glenn, a warm squeal rising out of her as she moves to stand and tightly wrap her arms around him, "You came!!!" She brightly says, excitement radiating from her, "Thank you, sit down, sit down!" August eagerly encourages as she does the same, making sure the waiter stayed for Glenn's order, giving him a happy smile, looking between Thee and Glenn as she jovially offers a warm and cheery, "Surrrrrrprise!"

August's words take him out of the moment as he looks up to see...Him, his expression shifting as his eyes narrow, taking him in, that face, that fucking face, that shit eating grin, that fucking face...it feeling like nails were scratching on the chalkboard of his mind just Looking at him, who he was. "Wrong table, get the fuck outta here," he shortly, coldly instructs, raising his eyebrow a bit, a part of him almost wanting to see the fucker Try him.

August's face falls as she takes her eyes off of Glenn over to Thee, lightly tugging at his arm so he would look at her. "Thee, säg inte det. Jag bjöd in honom..." She softly murmurs back, rubbing his shoulder some as she presses a gentle kiss onto his cheek.

Thayer takes in August's words, a flit of surprise moving through him until...he turns right back to Him, his gaze boring into him with a cool intensity, taking a slow, measured drink.

Glenn takes a sip of his drink as he takes in Diana’s son before him, observing the interaction between him and August, an understanding moving through him as he moves his hand through his hair. “Je weet wat ze zeggen,” he simply muses, before moving to stand up, not seeing this being worth his time any longer.

August's brows scrunch together, not quite understanding what Glenn was saying, moving to stand up too, her hand lightly gliding over his forearm, "Wait, you're not leaving, are you?" She lowly asks of him her lips sadly puckering out. "Please, stay."

“I have somewhere else to be,” Glenn offers, placing a small kiss on August’s cheek before moving to head out, finding the entire thing losing its veneer in the moment, given everything, especially when he was feeling other calls that sparked more passion and interest than whatever—This was, or was intended to be.

"But....you said—" August sniffs out, until she feels him pull away from her, before she could even finish a deep hot sting radiating through her as she feels tears begin to well within her eyes. Taking a short, jagged, inhale of breath before she follows after him, catching hold of his arm as they make it outside. "I thought you said nothing was more important than Me...what's wrong, why won't you talk to me about it?" She dejectedly calls out, wanting to know why he was acting like this when...when she thought they cared about one another, when they talked about everything else. "I really want you here, with me. And us...you Promised."

“I have no interest in playing This game, August,” he affirms to her momentarily resting his hand on her shoulder as he locks eyes with her, the whole Mess of it all just horribly unappealing, before placing another soft kiss of her lips. “Du är härlig, verkligen. Hitta vad som gör dig lycklig och jagar det,” He offers as parting words, a smile forming on his lips, finding that much more something he wished for her than stewing in all this Mess, before a flit of excitement moves through his eyes at the prospects of what he could do with his last days in the city, moving to say his goodbyes once again and continue on.

The cool tears drop onto August's cheeks as she hears Glenn say it was a game, a deep pang cutting through her heart as she watches him leave her there, a harsh sniff coming from her as the tears continue to fall, a low whimpering coming from her as she tucks her way into the corner of the building, turning away from everything, her eyes stinging as she painfullly shuts them, rocking her head against the brick, before resting it there. "So...stupid..." She angrily mutters to herself through her haggard breathing and sobbing, for why this just...kept happening to her.

Thayer catches sight of August making her way out to follow Him, moving to follow behind to try and make sure that everything was okay, only to get briefly stopped by the waiter, a small bit of internal frustration moving through him, not having Time for him to be asking about their next round of drinks, just...settling for whatever would get him off of his back, before heading out, only to catch sight of August crying, immediately moving to pull her into a tight, loving hug, wanting to comfort her, first and foremost, through whatever bullshit that man put her through.

A strike of surprise travels up August's spine as she feels the grip around her, an initial flit of hope bubbling within her as she thinks maybe it was Glenn coming back to...only to smell the distinct scent knowing it was Thee, a heavy weight moving ontop of her as she turns around, tightly drawing her arms around him, "Snälla....var inte arg på mig." She sadly pleads with him, her voice a bit muffled by his clothing and the thick emotion within her sobs.

Thayer continues to hold August tightly, before pulling back, looking at her with a softness in his eyes, moving to wipe the tears from her eyes. "Varför skulle jag bli arg på dig? Honom, ja, jag är arg på honom för att ha knullat med skitsnack igen, men du? Varför skulle jag vara?" He asks, giving her a gentle smile.

August's lips lightly quiver as her brows stitch slowly together, hearing the question as she feels his fingers along her skin. "Jag vet inte..." She softly warbles out, avoiding his gaze, "...Eftersom jag är dum, och jag fortsätter bara röra med allt..." (*messing everything up) She whispers out, her delicate features crinkling again, as she focuses on his shoes.

"Nej," Thayer replies, taking August's hand as he softly takes her hand. "Han krossade allt. Han är en skitig pappa och en skitig person, och han har ingen rätt att gå runt och få dig att känna så här när du förmodligen bara gjorde något slag för honom." (filthy = shitty; do something nice for him)

"Jag ville berätta för honom om allt, och han...gav mig inte en chans att." August whimpers out, her lips pouting out, "Jag förstår inte varför han ändrade, vad gjorde jag fel?"

"Fordi det er som han er, giver ikke et knepp om andet end sig selv i slutningen af dagen," Thayer explains, keeping his tone even and stifling any residual feelings of his Own about that shit, wanting to focus on comforting August, gently squeezing his hand. "Og det stemmer ikke ham. Da du prøvede at gøre noget godt, og ham ikke kunne se det. Men ... Jeg værdsætter, hvad du gjorde for mig, for vores familie, og jeg er stadig her. Altid." (What you did for me) Thayer acknowledges, giving August a small smile, wanting her to know that that fucked old man being fucked...wasn't her fault, and even though he could have cared less if he ever saw the fuck again...August still deserved some recognition for trying.

August's soft eyes fill up with tears as she hears Thee's promise, a soft sniff moving from her, as she holds tighter still. "Jeg .... Jeg vil bare virkelig have dem til at elske mig .... og dig og Anja og babyen. Jeg vil hjælpe med at forbedre tingene, det er jeg nødt til. Vores baby fortjener det, alt. Alt, hvad alle andre får at have, hele familien omkring dem, al kærlighed. Så ... hvordan kan jeg gøre det bedre, jeg er ked af at ikke have gjort det godt, men jeg vil prøve igen, okay?" August emphatically promises, through cool tears, looking up at him pleading, her pouty lips puckering further out as her brows move together. "Vil du hjælpe mig, Thee?"

"Jag vet, de förtjänar det, all kärlek, men ... han har ingen kärlek att ge, ingen lust att. Men vi kan kompensera för det med all den kärlek som våra vänner ger dig, mig, oss ... människor som faktiskt bryr sig om oss, okej?" Thayer replies, softly tracing his thumb on August's hand as he looks at her, giving her a small smile. "Kanske kan vi bjuda in de människor som är närmast oss till en speciell fest för att meddela vår baby, för att visa hur mycket kärlek det redan finns?"

"....okay." August softly, dejectedly murmurs out, as she momentarily looks up to Thee with her still wet baby blue eyes, a pain radiating within her at how he didn't seem to believe in her...either.

"What's the matter?" Thayer asks, softly, intently, holding August's gaze as he gently moves his thumb along her cheek, wanting to understand further how he could help.

"...Jeg vil have dig til at tro på mig..." (*believe in) August sadly whimpers back, a soft frown appearing onto her lips.

"I do," Thayer replies back, looking deeply into August's eyes as he moves a strand of hair behind her ear. "Jag tror på dig. Jag älskar dig. Men han är inte heller värt det, inte värt din energi och tid, och han förtjänar inte att du tar dig tid att göra sådana saker för honom när han bara kommer att bli skit," he reinforces.

"Hvad med din mor?...Eller B og B?" August softly asks, a slight desperation flitting into her voice as her features crinkle, feeling her eyes welling up once again. "Jeg vil virkelig have, at det skal være anderledes denne gang, jeg vil hjælpe ... og jeg vil have, at far skal være glade og se, at vi er glade, og dette er rigtigt, og jeg vil have, at han og Aury og mor skal være adskilt fra tingene, for dem at elske dig. Jeg vil ikke give op på dem." (*I don't want to give up on them)

"De er alle shitty mennesker, som ikke fortjener tiden på dagen, vores energi, vores kærlighed, virkelig, fordi de ikke har noget at give tilbage," Thayer replies, before taking in August's words, an understanding moving through him. "Nogle gange er det svært, men ... hvis alt hvad du giver er kærlighed, og alt hvad de giver er smerte ... er det bedre for dig at gå væk, skære det, der gør dig ondt ud af dit liv, gå videre og helbrede og omgi dig selv med kun kærlighed og lys. Jeg ... vil ikke have nogen til at skade dig nogensinde igen, August, at tage fra dig og kun tage, når du fortjener verden og så meget mere," he seriously affirms, squeezing both of her hands in his own as he meets her eyes, even as a gentleness moves through his eyes as he speaks.

"...Men...hvad hvis...ting har ændret sig, hvis babyen har ændret ting, vores kærlighed? Hvad nu hvis tingene kan være bedre denne gang, noget pænere..." August softly counters back, her lips pouting further out, as another sniff moves from her, a slight frown shading her features as she momentarily looks down at Thee's hands over her own, softly carressing them. "Men jeg har dig for at holde mig i sikkerhed, ikke? ...Os begge to." She gently asks, her hands slowly moving up his arms, draping over his shoulders as she leans into him, taking a silent, deep, inhale the smell of him as her hands drift over his back, feeling the steady, strong, thrumming of his heart beating against her ear, just making her feel...safe, warm, grounded.

"Så er det på dem at bevise, at de har ændret sig, at de fortjener en ny chance, du har gjort så meget for dem, det er på tide, at de viser, at de faktisk bryder sig om dig, om vores familie, hvis de virkelig fortjener et sted i det," Thayer replies, gently caressing August's hands as he looks at her, before nodding his head, looking at her deepy. "Det gør du, altid og for evigt, jeg vil beskytte dig både med alt hvad der er i mig og ud over mig. Jeg vil gøre alt for at holde dig både sikker, glad og elsket," he whispers, pulling August into a tight embrace, holding her in it, wanting the conviction behind his words to permeate through to her, to reassure her, in the moment, not ever wanting to her feel beholden to people who only wanted to hurt her, to take from her, ever again.

August softly whimpers as her eyesight begins to blur from the onslaught of tears falling from her soft eyes, pressing herself further into Thee as she lowly murmurs out, "Jeg er virkelig ked af at ødelægge middagen..."

"Det gjorde du inte," Thayer lowly, comfortingly murmur back as he holds August tightly. "Han gjorde det genom att vara omtänksam, men det är inte ditt fel. Vad andra gör, hur de reagerar, det är deras val, deras börda, men allt du gjorde var att försöka göra något bra, Augusti."

August softly rubs her forehead against Thee's chest, sniffing softly as she moves the back of her hand along her nose. "Did...you want to go somewhere...else instead?" She softly asks of him, still feeling a dull sting of embarrassment, intermixed with a deeper pang of sadness but...wanting...to still keep her promise to him.

“We could go home, and I could make some hot tea, cook up all your favorites, and we can put on a movie?” Thayer offers, softly squeezing August’s hand as he holds her close to him.

August's lips sadly push to the side for a brief moment before nodding her head, wiping at her eyes some more, "I'll make yours though, whatever you want. Okay?" August softly breathes out, looking up at him, still feeling really....sorry.

Thayer gives a soft shake of his head as he holds August's hands in his, looking deeply at her. "You don't need to, I want to make something special for you, to help make things better after all of this," he softly says, looking intently at her, before reaffirming, "You did nothing wrong, and there is nothing to be sorry for," before heading home with her to prove just that.

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theepots · 4 years

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Sad World [April 21, 2020]

IN PROGRESS

August’s floofy slippers clap softly against the floor as she creaaaks open the door to her and Thee’s bedroom, climbing into bed, sniffing as she rests her chin sadly onto the crook of his shoulder...”Are you...sleeping?” She gently murmurs out, her brows creasing together...

Thayer cranes his head up a bit from his pillow, blinking his eyes from sleep a bit, holding his arms open for August, drawing her into him as he softly and comfortingly moves his hands though her hair. “Is everything okay?” He gently asks her as he continues his soothing motions.

August sinks into Thee’s embrace, shaking her head as she hears the question. “...No...” She mumbles quietly, tearfully, out...”You can’t bring husband’s with you in the delivery room...or at all, for the whole process now...and...and...mrmn...” August tries to explain in between sniffs and short, haggard, sharrrp breaths...pressing her head along Thee’s chest. “We can’t get married, we can’t see anybody, connect with them, we can’t celebrate his existence and n-now...This, what’s it going to be Like when he’s supposed to come in two months? I don’t want to do this without You, and...I’m really...” August blinks a few tears away as her voice warbles...her lip quivering, “...I’m really Scared, Thee...”

Thayer takes in August's words, listening intently to her worries and concerns as he takes in her concerns, moving his hand still gently and comfortingly through her hair. "We Don't know what it will be like then, but things could change, things could go back to the way they were, but even so, the doctors will take care of you, and even if I can't be there physically with you, I will always Be There with you," he warmly, softly reminds, before moving to reach over to his bedside table, finding one of his chains, as he says a soft prayer in Swedish, before pressing his lips to it, before gently moving to place it around August's neck as he looks deeply into her eyes. "Något att stanna hos dig, en del av mig, för att skydda dig, för att påminna dig om hur mycket jag älskar dig, även om jag inte kan vara där fysiskt med dig," (even if I can't) he presents to her as he places his hand over the chain as it rests on her chest.

Tears continue to softly drop from August's gentle baby doll eyes, gliddding down the bridge of her nose...her lip quivering even as she feels the chain against her skin, feeling as though she was losing him before she even had a chance to have him...and that wasn't FAIR..."Jeg vil have ham til at være sikker....mere end noget andet...men jeg vil ikke miste dig....Jeg vil gerne være din kone og for at du skal være min mand og...for os at mødes ham sammen, vær familie. Vi er gode mennesker, jeg prøver at gøre godt...og jeg elsker jer begge, så megethvorfor er det ikke nok?" She sobs out, burying her face into Thee's chest.

"Och jag älskar dig också, och vi kommer att gifta oss, när det här är över, och jag kommer att vara med honom när jag kan. Jag älskar dig och honom oavsett vad som händer," Thayer softly promises as he wipes away the tear along the bridge of August's nose, before pressing a gentle kiss in its place, moving to securely wrap his arms around August as he holds her tight. "Ibland gillar världen att kasta sina kurvbollar, men genom allt, det goda och det dåliga, jag älskar er båda, och jag kommer att göra allt jag kan för er," he promises as he rests a gentle kiss on her head.

August’s breaths continue to come out shallow and erratic, trying to just Catch it in the moment, “Kan...kan du bara hålla mig?”

Thayer gives a soft nod, moving to just hold her tightly, placing soft, gentle kisses on the top of her head, hoping to provide some semblance of comfort to her.

August tries to stop, and just, take longer breaths, for the baby's sake even though she felt as though everything was crumbling around her, pressing her tearful eyes tightly closed as she holds onto Thee, not wanting to...let him go, "...Jeg elsker dig...." She breathes out, that being more honest than anything else in the tipsy turvy world, focusing on It, the pure beacon of warmth that is was, her breathing slowly, but surely, returning to Normal, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. "Og jeg stoler på dig og os, alt kommer til at være okay, han vil være okay...vil han ikke?"

"Jeg elsker også dig," Thayer softly affirms back as he plants soft, gentle kisses onto August's head, continuing to just hold her, to provide some stability, some comfort to her. "Og jeg stoler på dig og os også, og snart vil han være her med os," Thayer affirms, a gentle warm, soft smile moving across his lips as he looks downwards at August, resting his hand over her stomach as he speaks his words.

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theepots · 4 years

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Was I Wrong? [July 30, 2020]

IN PROGRESS

August swipes down the message chain once again, a soft hmph moving out of her as she softly stirs her spoon along it until she feels the suction Stop! Adjusting so she could stand back up just as she hears the fussy cries from Silas, definitely his hungry ones capping the fresh milk and grabbing a batch she had pumped earlier setting into the warmer as she lets out a breath and a sniff her hand gripping briefly along the edge of the counter as she finds the clean dropper really just...wanting to be able to Do it Right Already...her mind moving over what the Doctor...had said...feeling like she just couldn’t do Anything Right...her eyes closing as she squeezes and rubs...a breath quickly passing through her as she hears the sound of the machine taking the bottle out and testing its warmth on her wrist, Okay, another breath...as she leans up to reach the small bowl uncapping the bottle and placing it inside of it. Making her way into the living room where Thee was trying to settle Silas and figure out what was the matter, “He’s hungry.” She softly says to him, the three hours having passed in the blink of a moment, sitting beside him as she fills the syringe with milk before passing it to Thee to start feeding him. Her cheek pushing up some as she presses it onto Thee’s arm to watch over Silas and to...a frown appearing, “I’m sorry I can’t do it Right...” August sniffs out, “...Take Care of Him, how I’m supposed To.” August softly whimpers out, “Do you hate...me?”

Thee holds Silas as he rests with him on the couch, trying to settle him as he hears the cries continue, until he hears August's words, blinking his eyes for a moment as he realizes...had it been that long since he had last eaten? Moving to quickly tap his phone to realize it Had been that long, moving to take the syringe and begin feeding Silas, as he hears August's words, looking softly up at her. "But you Are taking care of him, doing it Right," he reminds her, giving her a gentle little smile as he looks back down at Silas, looking a lot more content now that he was eating. "We both Love You, and I know he knows how much you do to take care of him," he gently affirms to her, hoping August could see just how much she was doing for him, as Silas continues to eat.

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anachronisticum · 4 years

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The Cherry House [ December 29, 2018]

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Cassian walks around Aunt Cerise's house, taking in all of the pictures capturing the moments in time of her three children growing up, his eyes gravitating towards one in particular of Lawry smiling while holding a frog, causing a ghost of a smile to appear on his lips. He takes the picture down, moving to see if he could find August and Lawry, trying to keep quiet as he moved, knowing that Aunt Cerise liked to retire early, before he wonders if they were in Lawry's childhood bedroom. "August? Lawry?" He inquires as he raps on the closed door, wondering if they were inside.

A warm flow of melodic laughter ebbs from August as she feels the warmth of Lawry's lips trailing down her freshly bare abdomen, causing her back to arch, as another few bright giggles escape her, "That tickleeees." She warmly announces to her husband, before the sudden knocking interrupts her, a strike moving through her at the thought of it being her mother in law, as she moves to sit up with a start before she hears Cassian's voice just outside, causing her to pan her attention back to Lawry, as she pouts her lips out, ever so slightly.

Lawry feels his attention torn away from the intimate moment as he hears Cass's knocking and voice cut through, making him wonder exactly what Cassian wanted at this hour, certain it wasn't anything important. "Go to bed, Cass, we're trying to sleep. We can talk in the morning," he calls back, trying to keep his voice as low as he could as to not wake his mother but loud enough that Cass could hear him, before he moves to continue leaving his trail of kisses, wanting to bring August back into the moment that Cassian had interrupted.

Cassian hears Lawry's words, moving to open the door, really wanting to show Lawry and August the photo he had found before bed, gingerly doing so, before he catches sight of what is going on. "I...apologize," he says, becoming a bit flustered by the sight.

August begins to slowly relax back onto the bed, and into the moment, content to have garnered Lawry's attention, once again, a soft smile crossing onto her pouty lips as she feels his lips connect with her skin again, a momentary jolt lighting through her before it's replaced by a sting of shock at the unexpected entrance, causing a swell of embarrassment to move through her. "Is...something wrong?" August breathily moves to ask as she slides the thin strap of her slinky, lace nightie back onto her shoulder, not fully understanding what was so urgent, a slight sense of worry clouding over her delicate features.

"I...I just found a picture of Lawry as a child I wanted to show you both," Cassian explains, still a bit flustered from the whole occurrence. "M...may I show it to you?"

"A little tot one?" She questions back, a sunny childlike smile crossing onto her lips as her eyes light up, giving a cheerful nod in affirmation, "Let me see."

Cassian nods his head, tentatively approaching the two of them. "Yes, with a frog," he explains, before he hands it to August, wanting to see her reaction to it.

August moves her hand out to take hold of the picture, a flow of soft extended and delighted "Aw's" escaping her, as she touches her hand to her chest, "You're sooooooo cuuuuute, look at the the little pin!" She exclaims, another grin spreading onto her lips as she turns her attention to her husband, "Why didn't you show me this one, too?" She questions back, giving him a pout, as she drapes her arms over his shoulders, not recalling this particular one in the numerous albums she had happily indulged in with Lawry and his mother previously, wanting to soak it all in, before turning her attention back to Cass, "Do you remember this one, tell me the story!" She warmly requests, moving to pat the side of the bed beside Lawry for him to sit down.

A small smile spreads onto Cass's lips as August takes in the picture, before his smile briefly drops at August's question. "I do not remember that one because I wasn't there," he says, his mother having never allowed him to play out in the woods, finding it to be something beneath her boys. He then looks over at Lawry, a curiosity moving through him. "Will you tell us the story, Lawry?" He inquires, moving to sit on the bed with the two of them.

A twitch of annoyance moves through Lawry at Cassian interrupting an intimate moment, before he lets out a small sigh, resigning himself to tell the tale. Studying the picture, he tries to recall the exact circumstances behind it. "You know those scout troops, right?" He prefaces. "There was a big one in Charleroi, spearheaded by the Darling of the town himself, but apparently, I lived too far outside the boundaries of Charleroi Heights to fall within that troop's bounds," he offers, trying to mask a scoff as he thinks back on the memory, before the tiniest smile crosses his lips. "So my dad made his own. It was just me and a few friends from the good ol' public Charleroi Elementary, and we weren't like kicking ass and taking badges in the way the other troop was, but...we had fun," he offers, before placing his finger on the picture. "Plus, got to keep this frog as a pet. Named him...Froggy, I think? C- for creativity, but, you know."

A swirl of sadness moves through August until she catches sight of the hint of a smile and the fond way her husband recalled the memory, and his father, a warmth emanating from her as she knows he would be just the same kind of father to their own children, never having doubted a thing, yet the story only enforcing it as she moves closer into him, "I think it was a really cute name, and a super sweet story, I'm sure you take after him you know?" She softly affirms, moving to pepper the side of his face in a few kisses. "Thanks for telling me, more about him. Jeg elsker dig." She coos and gently extends the last bit.

A smile momentarily flits on Lawry's lips as he hears August's reaction to the story and her comment about his father. "Better man than I'll ever be, but Poskušam zanj," Lawry offers, moving to lean his head on August's shoulder. "Jeg elsker dig," he affirms, a softness moving through his tone before he realizes Cass was still there, moving to shoo him out of the room, waiting for him to close it, before looking at August seriously. "Vam lahko jutri pokažem nekaj njegovih stvari?" He offers, wanting to share what he had left of his father with August.

"Uspeh pri tem." She softly corrects, a soft smile twitching across her lips, as she moves her nails gently through Lawry's hair as she feels him rest his head on her shoulder, a happiness bubbling within her as she hears his love for her, "Jaz te ljubim bolj." She softly muses, giving him a kiss on his temple, giving Cassian a final thanks for the picture and wishing him sweet dreams as he leaves, taking in Lawry's question, moving her hand along his face, as her thumb brushes against his cheek. "Seveda. To bi mi bilo všeč."

"Ni mogoče," Lawry lowly affirms back, allowing Cass to leave before a small smile crosses his lips. "Jutri," he affirms, before he draws August into a passionate, consuming kiss, intent on showing her just how much he loved her.

"Yes, huhhhh." August whines, "Ljubim vas vse, in ne morete mi povedati drugače." (I love you all = I love you most of all, more than anyone else) She purrs back, sweetly kissing the corners of his lips, a soft moan escaping her lips as he draws her into the all-consuming, heady kiss, as she feels the cool sheets hit her skin, another moan interlaced with a gentle giggle escaping her as she feels Lawry's lips begin to roam once again.

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