"Can you stand?" (for timothy ☺️)

THAT RINGING HAS YET TO leave his ears, it drags him under, staring at the ground as blood drips from — where WAS that coming from? a shaking hand reaches up, rubs against his nose and ah, there it is. He had been a CHILD the last time his nose had bled like this, the memory flickering into his hazed mind like a snap of electricity. droplets are underneath him now, and there's no way this is all just coming from his nose? there was too much — hot, sticky, WET dripping down his face.

Is that HIM laughing ?

Timothy was ACHING, too. Head pounding through the buzz, his left knee a splitting anchor rooting him to the ground so he doesn't wash away. And yes, he sees the figure in front of him, but it takes far too LONG for his words to reach his ears.

Instead he's imagining a large, toothy maw, ready to BITE DOWN. A dark, swirling mass of ichor and way too many EYES. An image that would make most people beg for forgiveness, and cry out in fear.

The demon hunter swallows thickly, blurred vision stuttering to a halt, CLEARING. He groans, and for once it doesn't sound like it's coming from next to him, or someone else entirely... he is fully realized and HIMSELF. Another close call. Blonde hair, darker eyes... staring at him with a concern that Timothy is only just REALIZING why.

❝ ... That's uh— a loaded question. ❞

blood, blood, gallons of the stuff ! a collection of icky, bloody prompts for those who like to choose violence. actions are reversible. general warning for blood, violence, murder, death. still accepting, expect slow responses.

@magicrested's wyatt sent : " look at me. this is who i am, no matter how much you wish it wasn't. "

AND LIKE THE GREAT EMPIRES OF OLD, ALL BEGINS TO TOPPLE ! the charmed ones? nowhere to be found. " 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚒𝚝 — " a mutter at first, refusing to look at his brother as instructed. he doesn't want to see how far wyatt, the twiceblessed, has fallen. king arthur was to lead with good, but this was not it — 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚎. gritting teeth, chris tears his gaze away from wyatt's bloodied shoes and stares sideways to a nearby wall. this wasn't wyatt, and if he didn't know any better he'd swear some demon had stolen his skin; 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜. he knows better, and because he does, he knows why he can't look at him. why he won't. because the moment he does? it'll make it real. their mom was gone, leo never came when they called, and everyone else? scattered 𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍. wyatt is all he has left.

@magicrested        :         𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐃   𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒   𝐅𝐎𝐑   𝐀   𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑.

＂         DON’T   YOU   THINK   YOU’RE   BEING   A   LITTLE   DRAMATIC?            ―            we've   all   been   evil   at   least   once   in   our   lives.         ＂

“  i know you can handle it yourself, but it doesn’t mean you should have to do this on your own.  ”

"listen.." hands reach out to take wyatt's shoulder, anchoring him and redirecting his mindset towards the braeden's words, rather than polluting his thoughts with the same vengeance that has tainted ben. this was a war that has drawn out for too long, and ben is tired of running. he is ready for the final battle, and to lay down his weapon. "..this is my fight. alright? i appreciate it, i really do, but i have t' do this." there's a gentle pat against wyatt's cheek, and ben's lips press together to form a personable smile in a last ditch attempt to soothe the witch's nerves. "it's alright."

@magicrested asked: thank you for taking the job on such short notice.

as it turns out, going into hiding and making sure you're entirely invisible for years isn't the hardest thing on the planet. after maryland, ruby thought she'd avoid the northeast part of the united states for a while and settled down in the bayou of louisiana with an old werewolf acquaintance, but as time passed and her welcome wore itself thin, she found herself on the road again, searching for yet another place to belong. the great thing about the french quarter was that there was no shortage of bars that needed tending, so she'd picked up a marketable skill and worked on being more personable... it helped with tips, as it turned out, and a smile went a long way. now as she rolls up her sleeves, so to speak, to start her new job in the tiny town of stowe, vermont — a connection made by way of another acquaintance who heard that the owner needed a new bartender and that ruby needed a new job — she finds herself excited to have a fresh start.

❝ it's not a problem at all. i was looking for somewhere to put down roots for a while and this job kinda landed in my lap at the perfect time. ❞ that smile she learned that does wonders with customers? she throws one at this new boss of hers now for good measure. ❝ so... is there anything in particular i need to know or is everything back here pretty standard? ❞ she asked, jerking her thumb over her shoulder to indicate her new place behind the bar.

you’re talking shit for the hell of it.

                  elbows   on   the   counter   ,   leaning   across   to   get   in   his   face   .   it   was   busy   but   not   so   busy   he   couldn't   hear   her   perfectly   well   from   behind   the   counter   .      "   yeah   .   "      a   half   grin   ,   she   pulls   back   to   actually   do   her   job   .   "   i'm   giving   the   hell   of   it   a   try   ;   you   should   too @magicrested   .   and   he   deserves   ALL   the   shit   talk   .   "

@magicrested ♡ i’m not even sorry.

"   hey   buddy,   i   know   this   is   pot   calling   the   cauldron   black   but   we're   supposed   to   be   defending   you,   not   the   other   way   around.   "   he   is   certainly   a   halliwell   without   a   doubt   in   phoebe's   mind.   "   this   isn't   the   first   time   that   someone   has   called   me   weak   and   unfortunately,   it   won't   be   the   last.   "   although   she   has   matured   as   a   witch   over   the   years,   phoebe   is   not   a   fool.   she   knows   that   piper   is   stronger   than   her   as   was   prue.   "   i   love   you   and   i   appreciate   you   looking   out   for   me   but   those   magic   school   bullies   don't   know   any   better.   all   they   know   is   gossip.   "

❛  you lay one hand on me and it'll be the last thing you ever do.  ❜

" or what? you're gonna kill me? " if that's the case, him and every other vile being on this earth that wants her dead can form a line. a burning sizzles inside of her palm, aching to redirect power back at him.

@magicrested    sent    :    you  know,  you  can  joke  all  you  want.  it's  your  ass  on  the  line.      csi  prompts.

"    never  knew  you  paid  my  ass  that  much  attention.    "    sarcastic  drawl  is  somewhat  muffled  by  the  cigar  resting  comfortably  between  parted  lips,  teeth  only  𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚕𝚢  biting  down  to  keep  in  place  while  head  tilts  just  enough  to  spare  a  glance  in  the  other’s  direction.  it’s  obvious  𝗮𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿  smart  remark  is  coming  before  he’s  even  spoken;    𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐭  in  yellow  eyes  sells  him  out  early.  sure  enough,  quip  is  quickly  added  to.    "    i  mean,  i  know  it’s  perky,  but    .  .  .    c’mon.  we’re  supposed  to  be  professionals.    "    bold  of  him  to  say,  when  everybody  knows  the  reputation  red  holds.  disruptive,  impulsive.  never  following  orders,  and  wasn’t  right  now  a  𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝  𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎  of  this?  gun  slides  back  into  holster  and  fingers  finally  remove  smoke,  heaving  out  a  long  sigh  after,  as  if  wyatt’s  tampering  is  nothing  short  of  pure  𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘃𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲  rather  than  much  -  needed  aid.  just  another  nanny.    "    any  more  words  of  wisdom,  shortcake?  or  we  can  get  back  to  business?    "

@magicrested : 🔪 (x)

She'd gotten sloppy. This new life of hers had made her soft, slow, weak. She was less willing to kill now, and it made the fight drag out. And not just emotionally; Laura's heart was pounding hard against her chest and her throat was tight long after the fight was over.

Though that might have something to do with the limp body still draped over hers. She hadn't managed to calm her frayed nerves and adrenaline filled heart yet. but she needed to get him off. She took a breath and pushed. Her wounds protested before her muscles did. Her attacker wasn't heavy but the blood that covered them wasn't just his. She had a few slashes on her side that screamed at the effort. At least her pain threshold was high enough to push him over and crawl away before she got too hazy and collapsed to the ground.

"Wyatt..." Dark brows furrowed, "-can we just get out of here?" She'd like to groan and sleep this off in peace somewhere familiar.

"I didn't know you knew that."

their was a firm intuition that came with vampirism; the ability to sense the presence of fellow supernatural entities. it was like a tingly feeling that wouldn't stop buzzing on their skin the closer and closer they were to one another. almost like a warning or form of protections : [ proceed with caution of all who were not in the coven. ] she offered a light smile, in a sweet and genuine nature; although, still cautious of those who were not part of their inner circle. it came with the territory because after the amount of attempts on her life, how could you not be warry? " i've known since i met you. you never wondered why i only come out at dark? " chuckling lightly, pausing briefly, " @magicrested, my father-in-law has been around for centuries. he's familiar with your family and knew of one of your ancestors apparently. weird how we all end up tangled together, right? "

@magicrested        :         𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐃   𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒   𝐅𝐎𝐑   𝐀 �� 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑.

＂         YOU   LOOK   SOMEWHAT   FAMILIAR.            ―            have   i   𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚍   you   before?         ＂

[text] If you don’t want me to bust your window, I suggest you answer the phone. Now.

[ text: scary / 4:55PM ] read. [ text: scary / 5:38PM ] crisis adverted!

↪     𝑫𝑰𝑹𝑬 𝑺𝑰𝑻𝑼𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺  .    (   a  collection  of  dire / urgent situation  sentence  &  action  starters .   adjust  phrasing  +  ʳᵉᵛᵉʳˢᵉ  as  necessary .   ) still accepting !

sent by, @magicrested : you seriously think i could’ve done this ?

ㅤㅤㅤEMOTIONS ARE HIGH, RAMPING UP BY THE SECOND ;  the war between brothers is always the most brutal, but when one sided? 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛. " i didn't say that, wy— " chris stands at the bottom most landing of the halliwell manor, staring up at his big brother from the bottom of the stairs; their 'argument' started in the kitchen and had carried on to the heart of the home. " 𝚒 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍, okay? " he grasps the bannister then, taking a step up and towards wyatt. " what happened? why were you there? "

you are evil. like a hobbit.

            evil  is  a  word  that  gets  thrown  around  all  too  often ,  usually  brandished  at  all  of  her  siblings  equally .  such  a  broad  word  that  it  no  longer  brings  with  it  any  fun    how  can  she  enjoy  it  when  there's  no  measure .  is  she  evil  in  the  same  way  as  rebekah ,  who  seems  to  gain  no  particular  joy  in  playing  with  her  food ,  or  is  she  evil  in  the  same  way  as  klaus .  both  would  be  offensive .

               " a  hobbit , "  draws  out  the  word ,  letting  confusion  bleed  through .  somehow ,  this  feels  even  worse  than  the question of where  on  the  scale  of  evil  @magicrested  has placed her .  " like  from  the  book .  the  silly  fantasy  thing    that  kind  of  hobbit ?  that  is  your  scale  of  evil ,  the  little  creatures  that  are not  even  evil . "  that  was ,  if  she's  remembering  the  book  properly .  it  had  been  a  long  century  since  she  flipped  through  it  from  the  sheer  boredom  of  hiding .   " is  this  some  shorthand  wish  for  death ? "

[ RIGHTS ]  for  cole.  /  @magicrested​

​[ RIGHTS ]  sender calls receiver from a police precinct .

this  is  a  call  from  the  san  francisco  county  jail  from  inmate  please  state  your  name :  ❛  wyatt  halliwell.  ❜   ,  do  you  accept  this  call?

❛  yes  .  .  . ❜  annoyance in  his  tone  ,  phone  is  clutched  tightly  ,  teeth  grinding  as  he  waits  for  the  call  to  connect  him  ,   wyatt  .  he  couldn’t  stay  out  of  trouble  ,  could  he?  human  trouble  at   that  ,  it  seemed.

❛  please  tell  me  this  is  a   joke.  ❜  he  questions  ,  tone  harsh  as  the  shuffle  of  the  phone  is  finally  heard.  ❛  you  know  i  don’t  have  any  of  my  DA  privilege's  anymore  ,  right?  ❜  a  rough  sigh  is  expelled  from  his  lips  ,  ❛   kid  ,  you  are  rather  prone  to  an  enormous  amount  of  goddamn  trouble  ,  you  know  that?  normally  that  wouldn’t  be  a  problem  for  me  ,  i  like  trouble.  but  not  the  human  kind.  ❜