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Born: May 25, 2011 Forum Topics Started: 3
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RealmTo Plant a Garden is to Believe in Tomorrow
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Created by Gideon Abernathy
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Gideon Abernathy 03/18/18 ďPlease stop yelling.Ē

Itís a whispered plea, and even that makes his head pound. Honestly, he doesnít remember how they got to bed, much less the amount they drank to get them to this state. Thinking about alcohol just makes his stomach churn. ďĎItís St. Patrickís Day, Giddy,íĒ he repeats, his tone high and mocking, ďĎwe donít get to let loose often.í Iím never listening to you again.Ē
Dempsey Kasdeya 03/16/18
Noli Joudain 03/15/18 Warmth, kindness; these things were not something Noli really experienced from the dregs of humanity, except for the little minds she adored, they were pretty much her only human contact other than the other teachers. Her family wasn't very close and she had chosen to focus far more on her studies growing up and now she was the poster child for avoiding any kind of emotional contact with another. It was no wonder that the young woman would be stunned by such a sweet gesture, Noli had some major issues and most of them were about to come pouring out, there was something about the blonde, she could not lie to her.

"She's been gone a month, I'm starting to think that I won't find her. I'm also starting to think the dead guy isn't that dead, I mean, there wasn't a lot of blood. Or any, I don't seem to recall. It couldn't be a coincidence that she'd disappear, screaming into her phone, on the very same day we disposed of a bod..."

Oh, dear.

"Heh... New play. It'll be great." At least her momentary lapse didn't affect the way she could think on her feet with the random strangers giving her odd looks during her micro-breakdown; hands would press into her eyes before another apologetic smile was given to Quinn. "Sorry, I don't know what's wrong with me. God is punishing me for this. I just know it. Hopefully, this doesn't happen when I camp outside of the police department, right?" Not only could her sister make her lose her mind when she was around, she was doing it while she was missing. Just grand.
Noli Joudain 03/12/18 Noli was completely nonplussed over the questioning about her lost sister, she had become accustomed to the general public giving her the brush off; a simple shake of the head and they were off as if she had never stopped them at all, but this was different. It would leave Noli staring, mouth agape momentarily before speckled eyes blinked the confusion away and her free hand would brush lank, humidity flattened tresses away from her face.

"I don't kn... She was supposed to be coming here. She was supposed to call." Magnolia Joudain was not one to over share and certainly not one that would unload on a stranger but the kindness unexpected had the young woman blurting out answers to an inquiry she really had no real response for and it didn't help that the local law enforcement was avoiding her calls.

"Emeline is always in trouble and I'm always bailing her out. I'm really sorry I disturbed you, just... I've been doing that a lot. Seeing her in others. If you see her, could you give this number a call?"

It was a bit rapid, nervous and softly Southern, so words might have blended together, but Noli would pay that no mind. Instead she'd pull one of the many fliers out of her stack to pass to the blonde, a slight smile would grace a hopeful face, maybe at least one person in this city would or could help.

"Noli. I'm Noli, the number on there is mine."
Noli Joudain 03/11/18 Nearly a month had passed since Ash Wednesday and with that her sister's disappearance, something Noli was still trying to figure out. From going back and forth to home, papering the city with a missing person's flyer, to hounding her uncle at the Sheriff's department; Noli had yet to make any kind of progress, especially with her uncle, but she would rectify that at a later time. For now, she would continue to walk the streets of the city, hoping to spot her wayward sister.

Not that she had any luck in the past few weeks, but Noli was very much a stubborn woman. So much, in fact, it would lead to countless mistaken identities, who knew there were that many blonde women around. She should not have gotten her hopes up again as she chased after the latest in a string of 'not' her sister blondes, but before she could stop herself after she realized her mistake, her thin fingers landed on the shoulder in front of her.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I thought you were someone else." An apologetic smile flashed easily as the flash of some unknown emotion crossed through her uncovered eyes. This time, however, instead of turning on heel and moving through the thickening crowd, Magnolia took a chance with the paper in her hand that pictured her sister's likeness and pertinent details. "You wouldn't have happened to see this woman around, have you?"
Gideon Abernathy 03/10/18 Quirk
Iíll just tape your mouth shut, then.
Gideon Abernathy 03/10/18 Quirk
You know what helps me sleep? Nightmare cookies.
Gideon Abernathy 03/10/18 Quirk
Whatever helps you sleep at night, thief.
Gideon Abernathy 03/10/18 Quirk
Why would I wake you? Itís sort of endearing. Though the amount of times Iíve had to switch out your pillow case is obscene. Once, my ass.
Gideon Abernathy 03/10/18 Quirk
Yes, youíre super helpful with your mouth hanging open and drool practically flowing down your cheeks.
Gideon Abernathy 03/10/18 Quirk
No, you love my nightmare cookies, apparently.
Gideon Abernathy 03/10/18 Quirk
Great. There go my nightmare cookies.
Gideon Abernathy 03/10/18 Quirk
Donít touch my stash.
Gideon Abernathy 03/10/18 Quirk
Under the bed? You know, maybe itís mine. I do sleep eat sometimes.
Gideon Abernathy 03/10/18 Quirk
I found your secret stash, the one youíre hiding from me.
And youíre asking about Cheetos, you know the answer.
Gideon Abernathy 03/10/18 Quirk
Donít act like you donít have a secret stash.
Gideon Abernathy 03/02/18 Quirk
Well, then. Iíll be home in five.
Gideon Abernathy 03/02/18 Quirk
I hate surprises.
Gideon Abernathy 03/02/18 Quirk
Oh? What is it?
Gideon Abernathy 02/26/18 Quirk
Come on, donít do that. He is, isnít he?
These damn kids. I used to know who everyone was, and then they procreated...
Gideon Abernathy 02/26/18 Quirk
Itís probably best we do it man to man. Dan doesnít take lightly to someone criticizing him.
Gideon Abernathy 02/26/18 Quirk
Iíll take care of it. Order a new one and have it delivered to VM. We can pick it up sometime.
Gideon Abernathy 02/26/18 Quirk
...which oneís Max? Iíll have a chatty with daddy dearest.
Gideon Abernathy 02/24/18 The guy wonít stop talking, droning on and on about this, that, and the other. Gideon has his game face on, but heís mentally dismembering the man, starting with the jaw. Even when Quinn approaches, he doesnít break eye contact, for fear of it prolonging this conversation.

Finally, Chuck walks away, but not before offering a nod and smile to the Messenger. Breathing a lofty sigh, he turns to Quinn, opening his mouth to question her just as his phone vibrates. He stops, the words heavy on his tongue, and pulls the phone out. Again, his brow quirks, and his gaze finds hers with a chastising glint.

ďAbout damn time. Although next time, it might be better in person. I donít know if Iíve masked it well or what, but I donít trust random messages from random numbers.Ē A smile graces his features, telling of his joking manner.
Gideon Abernathy 02/24/18 His brow quirks, distrustful as ever. He stares at the message, pondering a response before his thumbs begin moving methodically.

Unknown Number
I donít know a Quinn, sorry.
Gideon Abernathy 02/15/18 All in all, it had taken about a month. Heíd snuck away, taken measurements, failed, and failed again. Heíd poured every bit of concentration he possessed into making it perfect. Heíd swallowed a lot of pride and took a lot of criticism to come to the finished product. Thereís nothing fancy about it; in fact, itís almost crude.

Standing outside the door, he hesitates, glancing down at the small box clutched firmly in his hand. Simple and black, encasing the most precious thing heís ever put work into. Would it be enough? Heís never done this before, but heíd researched Valentineís Day, and it was a day to be celebrated among couples.

Taking a deep breath, he pushes the door open. The sight that greets him brings a warm smile to his face. More often than not, he finds her with her nose in a book, and itís become a very endearing sight for him. He approaches quietly and presses a long kiss to the top of her head before his eyes rove over the table-top símores. Quirking a brow, he takes his seat and picks up his card. Fingers graze the edge of the envelope as he ponders his own gift. Finally, he sets the small box carefully in front of her. No words come, he merely watches her face intently.

Inside, she would find a silver ring, with two bands twisted together until they formed a circle. The inside was smoothed over, so as to fit comfortably against her finger, and heíd even gone so far as to engrave it. Not an easy task, mind you.

Until the very end.
Jocelyn Fairchild 02/14/18
Gideon Abernathy 02/12/18
Lookin' good.
Dempsey Kasdeya 02/09/18 Dempsey rifled through her clothes before deciding on a simple long sleeve shirt and a pair of loose fitting jeans. It wasnít anything spectacular but it was something Dempsey would feel comfortable in on this outing. Usually Dempsey over thought about what she was wearing and overdressed to compensate for her total lack in social skills. She looked well put together and even fashionable at times, but she felt like a monkey in a suit. Always uncomfortable in the clothing that was too tight, jabbing into her hips and bust. Today she didnít feel the need to wear something fanciful, she just wanted to be comfortable and be a part of her true self while she was drinking juice with Quinn.

Dempsey snapped a picture of herself, wild curly hair and bright hazel eyes, and sent it off to Quinn. Followed by a simple text saying ĎSee ya soon.Ē Nothing more, nothing less. It was the best that Dempsey could to and she was rather proud of the casual tone that went along with the message. Maybe Dempsey was more normal than she allowed herself to think she was.

Satisfied, the woman grabbed a large warm, coat and wrapped it around her body before leaving her apartment and locking the door behind her. She was headed to the meeting spot early so she could sit and write in her journal as she waited for her friend.
Dempsey Kasdeya 02/06/18 Thank goodness the response message came back relatively quick. Dempsey had been rocking on the edge of her bed in anticipation for her response. She half expected a wrong number and half expected there to be some type of confusion. Quinn, however, seemed to know exactly who the message had been from and had answered back with a destination in mind. That was a good thing, Dempsey wasnít sure where one went to get juice with friends. A diner sounded a good choice and she was pleasantly surprised by her excitement. She was ready to see her Ďfriendí. She wanted to know more about her, she wanted to know everything there was to know about Quinn.

Quinn (friend?)
An hour? Or whenever.

She hit send then dropped her phone to the comfort of her mattress. If she was going to be going out in public she not only needed to look presentable, she also needed to get mentally prepared.
Dempsey Kasdeya 02/05/18 Dempsey had avoided texting Quinn from pure lack of knowing what to send. She had written at least 15 drafts in her leather journal before slamming it in frustration to search the internet for advice. It wasnít much help. Dempsey had never once tried to text another human being, she hated even owning a phone. The device allowed people to trace her whereabouts at any given time. The only reason she had caved, was to uphold the illusion of a normal 20 something year old woman. Phones were as much of an accessory as purses or earrings were nowadays. Dempsey would have gladly waited to hear from Quinn, but in her foolish awkward encounter she hadnít given her number to Quinn in exchange when they last parted ways. Honestly, Dempsey was nervous, this hunt was so very different than the others she had taken part of. She had never actively tried to seek out someone but it was her best hope at staying close to the person called her friend.

Quinn (friend?)

Quinn was currently the only contact in her phone. She hadnít been sure what to put when she entered the number so she settled on naming what relation they had; in case anyone where to ever get a hold of her phone.


It was a rubbish text and after she had sent it she berated herself for the one word text. She hadnít even said it was from her, but she wasnít going to send a follow up text. She had read somewhere that consecutive text messages could be misinterpreted. Dempsey left it at that and slide the phone back into her pocket before collapsing on her bed in embarrassment. She was never going to text again.
Gideon Abernathy 02/05/18 Gideon watches as she turns to go. The shrinking part of his humanity wants to call out to her, but itís quickly stifled. For him, her outlook is selfish, and incredibly, forcibly naive. His mind is still reeling from the sheer ridiculousness of it all.

He lights a new cigarette between his lips before leaning over the sink and rubbing at his face. The fact of the matter is that they will never see eye to eye on this. Quinn will always have her ideologies, and Gideon will always have his experiences. Her purposeful refusal to see anything but good in even the worst of people is enough to fray his mind at the edges. Yet, thereís no getting her to see reason. Sheís experienced atrocities of her own, yet still believes thereís good in the people that committed them.

With himself, as well. He kills people, brutally. She chooses to believe that itís because of the childhood he had. While thatís probably true, it doesnít excuse his actions, and he finds it fascinating that she seems to think it does. Itís as if thereís no line that canít be crossed when it comes to Quinn; sheíll always find an excuse. Most see it as a good thing; sweet, innocent Quinn, she needs to be protected. Gideon has seen, first hand, what she is capable of, thus, this line of thinking comes off as a weakness that needs to be corrected.

If she wants to run with the wolves, she needs to learn to think like them.
Gideon Abernathy 02/05/18 ďIím not a responsibility.Ē

Again, his expression is pained as he pulls away from her touch. All this human contact is starting to weigh on Gideon; itís the most heís had in years. In the back of his mind, he misses the reclusiveness of living alone. Thereís so much freedom when you only have yourself to worry about. Itís not as if he doesnít love Quinn, or that sheís not worth all the changes in his life. Heís just...tired.

Her next words produce a scoff from him, and he turns back to look at her expectantly. Sheís kidding, she has to be. However, she doesnít seem to falter, and he gives an incredulous snort. ďRight. I suppose I deserved what my parents handed me, then. It was probably what I gave them, right? From infancy, I gave them negativity, abuse, and neglect, or at least something equally as unkind, and thatís what I got in return.Ē He chuckles darkly, still floored by such a perspective on human interaction. ďYou seem to have the human psyche all figured out, so what am I worried about. You did your duty, your responsibility, so go have fun with your newfound friend. Seriously,Ē he adds, his black gaze meeting hers with a hard stare, ďI want to be alone.Ē
Katherine Murray 02/05/18 -cackles-
I needed wedding money.
-blows kisses-
Gideon Abernathy 02/04/18 He considers her for a moment, noting the way her eyes keep darting to the trash can and back to him. Ah, thatís right; theyíd never discussed his habit. Suppressing an ironic laugh - itís certainly not the worst of his vices - he forces his own stance to relax as she approaches. Their eyes meet, and he canít help but notice how cautious sheís become.

You are my plan.

A frown forms, his shoulders sagging slightly as he sighs. ďI donít want you stuck here all the time. This is my history, my responsibility, and you donít deserve to lose yourself...Ē Like I do, he almost letís slip, but manages to bite his tongue. ďThat being said, I also donít want you being naive about the people you meet. I donít know if youíve noticed, but you donít attract the best stock. That, coupled with your inability to properly judge people... well, itís cause for worry.Ē His attempt at a smirk resembles more of a strained expression of muted pain.
Gideon Abernathy 02/03/18 Heís tired.
So fvcking tired.

A half-smoked cigarette hangs loosely between his lips, almost forgotten, as he stares forward. This isnít the kind of tired thatís in his head or wracking his body; itís his very existence thatís simply exhausted. A large stone has taken residency in his stomach, and nothing gets rid of it. Bad things are coming, he can feel it.

The door creaks open, and he visibly shakes himself. Outwardly surprised to see Quinn, he subconsciously takes a drag of the cigarette that had long gone out. Sighing, he flicks it into the trash before letting his gaze fall to his wife. Her stance seems hesitant, and he cants his head to the side.

ďI thought you had plans.Ē
Gideon Abernathy 02/03/18 Gideon reads the message over and over again, his eye twitching at the corner. He types out many responses, deleting each one, as theyíre too sarcastic, too blunt, or both. When he finally settles on one, itís with a sigh and pinch at the bridge of his nose.

Just be safe.
Gideon Abernathy 02/03/18 Quirk
You are not always safe, Quinn. In fact, most of the time, you are not safe. Itís like making my blood pressure sky rocket is your favorite pastime.
Gideon Abernathy 02/03/18 Quirk
Obviously. You worry me all the time.
Gideon Abernathy 02/03/18 Quirk
Thatís not what I meant, and I choose to believe that you knew that.
Iím not going to tell you no, but I do think the whole thing isnít a good idea. You have a tendency to ignore the bad in people.
Gideon Abernathy 02/03/18 Quirk
Mmm, debatable. And even if you were right about me, that doesnít mean you should go get drunk with people on Tinder.
People do lie. You could be meeting a creepy basement dweller.
Gideon Abernathy 02/03/18 Quirk
I know, Quinn, thatís the problem.
Gideon Abernathy 02/03/18 Quirk
Oh, yeah. People are generally honest and have good intentions, mhmm.
Gideon Abernathy 02/03/18 Quirk
She wants to fvck.
Theodora Hawthorne 02/03/18 Quinn L
I mean, I'm a go with the flow sort of girl.
But friends are nice, too. 🙃
Gideon Abernathy 02/03/18 Quirk
Ask her if this is a booty call.
Gideon Abernathy 02/03/18 Quirk
I think she wants to fvck.
Gideon Abernathy 02/03/18 Quirk
You know, Iíve been doing research, and most people donít use Tinder to find friends. They use it to find people to fvck.
That being said, are you sure sheís not trying to fvck.
Theodora Hawthorne 02/03/18 Quinn L
Well, I'm in the city, but I've been dying to get out.
Send me your address, and I'll bring the wine?
Theodora Hawthorne 02/03/18 Quinn L
Yay, we matched!
Wanna meet up and destroy a bottle of wine?
Theodora Hawthorne 02/03/18 Of all the ways to grab an easy dinner, Tinder was probably the easiest. Thousands of people, mostly young, looking to hook up, make friends, and just generally meet people. Unfortunately, there would inevitably be sharks swimming in this ocean, and Theo was a great white.

She could usually afford to be fairly picky, and she was pickier than usual just now. Sheíd hardly swiped right on any of the morsels sheíd seen this evening, until an angelic little face with a halo of blonde caught her attention. A smile of terrible interest, and she made the match.

Dempsey Kasdeya 02/02/18 Dempsey watched with quirked interest as Quinn scribbled down information on a piece of paper she had extracted from her bag. Once she handed it over to Dempsey, the curly haired brunette made sure to exam the paper with great interest before pulling her notebook from her bag and slipping the piece of paper between the pages like a bookmark before dropping the book back into her bag for safe keeping.

The idea of texting someone to set up a meeting was a bizarre concept to Dempsey but she figured she could learn about it at a different time. The offer to escort Quinn to get food at this present time was tempting but Dempsey felt that she had had enough social interaction for one day. She was looking forward to going home to a hot bubbly bath where she could sit in quiet and write in her journal about the dayís events. She had many thoughts about Quinn that needed to be recorded down before she forgot it all.

ďUmÖI guess Iíll text you. Maybe. Yes. I will. I will text you.Ē Dempsey finally let her eyes find Quinnís face as she forced a smile to her lips. ďRight now I should go home. I need to go home. My fish is hungry.Ē That was a lie, her fish wasnít hungry, but it was the best excuse she could come up with.
Dempsey Kasdeya 02/02/18 Quinn finally let go of the hug and Dempsey felt a wave of relief drench her like heavy rainfall. She admitted that she did like hugging Quinn, but it was unnatural to her and set her nerves on age. Her anxiety was going haywire from so much social interaction but Dempsey attempted to keep her disorders in check. To stop herself from outwardly cringing or twitching, Dempsey simply rubbed her pointer fingers against the pads of her thumbs, directing all her nervous energy into that movement so her face remained calm and peaceful to the oblivious eye.

ďIíve never had coffee.Ē Dempsey had been advised by a former therapist that coffee would only amp up some of her symptoms, it would increase her heart rate and make her ten times more jittery than she normally was as a teenager. Dempsey had never wanted to test the doctorís theories and had steered clear of the addictive liquid for her entire life. She hadnít listened to her therapist about alcohol, and soon found out that after a drunken night at 16 she would have to swear off the stuff for good. Her molecular makeup was screwed up enough without the added jolts, so she avoided coffee.

ďI was told not to drink coffee, but perhaps we could go for juice. I like all types of juice. Apple, orange, cranberry, grape, otaiÖĒ Dempseyís words drifted off as she let her eyes wander away from pretty Quinn. She was miserably failing at this friend thing.
Gideon Abernathy 02/02/18 -leans in, conspiratorially-
-grins, scoops up, and hightails it to the garden-
Gideon Abernathy 02/02/18 You may.
-forehead kiss-
Garden, then?
Dempsey Kasdeya 02/02/18 Dempsey sucked in her bottom lip, her head was canted to the side and her brows were furrowed at Quinnís words. Was it really this simple to be friends with someone? Why did people always seem to make it so difficult? It always seemed like such a complicated task, meeting people and liking them enough to be friends with them. Dempsey only ever liked people enough to kill them, but if it was this easy to make friends why did people always complain about being lonely? Perhaps it was just Quinn that was good at making friends, she was pretty, and likable, and easy to talk to. Maybe people were drawn to people like Quinn, Dempsey certainly was.

The sad truth was that Dempsey would agree to be friends with Quinn, but she wasnít sure what would come of it. Were they supposed to text each other? Have sleep overs or go out to bars? She would say she was Quinnís friend, but it was just a word. Dempsey didnít know how she would actually live up to the expectation of it all. However, her void was being filled and perhaps this would make it easier to be closer to Quinn, easier to watch her, and become an expert on the young woman. Being Quinnís friend would open the gateway to stalking her, Dempsey wouldnít have to sneak around or make copies of house keys. She would simply be in her presence as a means of being friends.

No. People donít stalk friends. Right?

ďIíd like to be your friend too.Ē A genuine smile stretched across Dempseyís lips but her hands twitched at her sides. Should they shake, or high five, maybe a hug would be best. It seemed that hugging was what people did when they were friends, so Dempsey would try that. With stiff arms and some hesitation, Dempsey leaned closer and awkwardly wrapped her arms around Quinn in something she wasnít sure could be considered a hug.

Dempsey was going to have to do some reading up on what it meant to be friends. She wasnít certain how to feel like a friend, but she could look the part on the outside at least if she studied enough about it. The first thing Dempsey needed to learn was how to properly hug somebody, because currently she had been holding onto Quinn for multiple agonizing minutes of discomfort and she wasnít sure when to let go.
Gideon Abernathy 02/02/18 You couldíve just asked for my attention!
Dempsey Kasdeya 02/02/18 She was so close, maybe a foot away if that, and Quinn didnít seem to notice in the slightest they were exchanging the same air, when one breathed it out the other sucked that same oxygen right back into their lungs. It was almost the most intimate thing between people, sharing the same air, inhaling and exhaling bits and bobs of one another. Dempsey only ever got this close to people she was killing, and it reminded her of the empty space she had in her gut from the absence of Thomas. Quinn, seemed to fill that empty space just a little, and Dempsey hadnít had one thought about killing the woman.

WellÖmaybe one or two but that was during their first meeting when she had first come into contact with her. Those thoughts of murder had easily slipped away while she sat at the bar listening to the woman talk. There was something so incredibly pure and innocent about Quinn that Dempsey didnít want to rid the world of. There needed to be more people like pretty Quinn in the world, not less.

A friend? HmmÖ

That was new. Dempsey had never really had a real friend, and it made her stomach go all knotty and tumble with butterflies as the blonds words echoed back in her thoughts. ĎQuinn thinks Iím nice, a friend.í Dempsey stood there staring for a moment, letting the words roll around her brain as she tried to determine how to respond. Demps didnít know what it was like to be friends with someone, but she supposed that talking would be considered a good start.

ďYes, I liked talking. Talking with you I meanÖtoo.Ē Great foot in mouth, perhaps Quinn wouldnít notice. ďIíve never had a friend Q.Ē She didnít mean to say the last part out loud but it had somehow managed to slip out anyways.
Gideon Abernathy 02/02/18 -blinks-
-blinks more-
-clearly irked-
I was kidding. I just wanted to show you how it feels, but we canít all be skilled thieves.
Gideon Abernathy 02/02/18 Actually, I donít have enough money for your gift. So.
Gideon Abernathy 02/02/18 Weíll see. We will see.
Gideon Abernathy 02/02/18 Am not. How am I supposed to spend money on you if you pick my pockets clean.
Gideon Abernathy 02/02/18 Youíre welcome. God, you really lucked out with this one.
Gideon Abernathy 02/02/18 Oh, look, thereís your Valentineís Day present.
Dempsey Kasdeya 02/01/18 Pretty Quinn turned to face Dempsey, a hand was upon her arm as if to stop the intruder. The blonde turned and Dempsey smiled at her exclamation at crossing paths with her. She had only briefly spoken with Quinn at the bar but Dempsey found her very tolerable and couldnít resist approaching her when she saw her on the street. It was very unlike Dempsey to seek out company, but Quinn was a friendly face. Dempsey wasnít truly trying to steal from Quinn, she just wanted to get close to her, but after she had been following her for many blocks, she felt the urge to touch her. The blonde had noticed the advance though, and now Dempsey was standing nose to nose with her.

ďYes, itís me. ď Dempsey said with a crooked grin, her head was ****ed to the side as she attempted to decipher the womanís facial expression. Alert? Surprise? Excitement? People were hard to read.
Weston Norse 01/26/18 Quinn
That's even worse.
Run like you're on fire.
Weston Norse 01/26/18 Quinn
Is their name Bill?
If it's Bill, run.
Gideon Abernathy 01/26/18 Quirk
I donít know, I think my blood is turning into coffee.
Gideon Abernathy 01/26/18 Quirk
Of course. People are usually more receptive to me when Iím a surprise, right?
Gideon Abernathy 01/26/18 Quirk
...for obvious reasons, I canít sleep. So. I will be there soon, as pleasant as a peach.
Gideon Abernathy 01/26/18 Quirk
As lovingly as possible, you give me a ďtummy ache.Ē I havenít slept since we got here, and Iím trying to be pleasant.
Gideon Abernathy 01/26/18 Quirk
Iíll be there soon. Iím drinking my third - maybe fourth? - cup of coffee.
Gideon Abernathy 01/25/18 Quirk
Actually, I donít want you alone at any point. Do not wander this place without someone with you, at all times.
Gideon Abernathy 01/25/18 Quirk
Fine, but I do not trust him. I donít want you alone with him at any point. And you need to trust me on that. Iím completely going against my gut here for you, so please, donít make me regret this.
Gideon Abernathy 01/25/18 Quirk
We went back because we were in danger. You wanted to be at the compound because then weíd have constant eyes on us and theyíd notice anything out of place. Donít change the reason simply to fit your criteria. You said he was dangerous, so tell me, whatís changed? Iím not going to stay here and watch you get hurt.
Gideon Abernathy 01/24/18 Quirk
Youíre not giving me a reason to trust you. Because what youíre telling me is that the man that forced us into a cult for safety is now nothing to be worried about. The same man that - regardless of if he was going by Tiber or Tiberius - sent us heads AND did unspeakable things to you. So tell me honestly, why do you want to stay here with him?
Gideon Abernathy 01/24/18 Quirk
Please donít argue this with me, we agreed that if there was danger weíd leave. Heís the reason weíre stuck with the Flock, he sent us two fvcking heads, so no, everything is not okay.
Gideon Abernathy 01/24/18 Quirk
Heís not dead, so no itís not okay. We never shouldíve come here. Donít leave anyoneís sight, Iím coning to get you and weíre leaving. Heís lucky the Does are here to protect him, if only because I donít want them to have to clean up the mess.
Gideon Abernathy 01/24/18 Thereís that red flag again. When has Quinn ever tried to keep him from something? When thereís something wrong.

Whatís wrong? And donít say nothing, or Iíll come find out.
Gideon Abernathy 01/24/18 Quirk
...are there cinnamon rolls at the bar?
Gideon Abernathy 01/24/18 Quirk
Where are you?
Do you think these cinnamon rolls I found in your fridge are still good? Because I reeeeally want cinnamon rolls.
Katherine Murray 01/20/18 Quinnie

Of course he is a catch.
But you do not know me.
What if I am not a catch?
What kind of place are you at?
I do hope you are not alone.
Katherine Murray 01/20/18 Quinnie

I might have done a thing.
Totally played it cool.
That is a joke.
Running away.
I am good at that.
PS. Did you stop doing bad stuff?
Katherine Murray 01/20/18 Quinnbob

You did not speak of our conversation to anyone did you?
Gideon Abernathy 01/20/18 Sheís offering him an out, and more than anything, he wants to take it. Heís typing out an apology, coupled with a promise to make it up to her. Just as heís about to press send, he hesitates, thumb hovering anxiously. Sheís already prepared, sheís obviously excited. If he takes this away from her, there will be resentment later.

Having made up his mind, he holds down the back button, replacing the message with a new one.

Meet you in five.

How bad could it really be?
Gideon Abernathy 01/20/18 Quirk
Sh-t, weíre driving, huh. Are you sure you want me to come? Thatís an awfully long time to keep the Flock unattended.
Gideon Abernathy 01/20/18 Quirk
That title belongs to you.
Gideon Abernathy 01/19/18 ďItís a bad idea.Ē

It comes off a little gruffer than he intends, and his shoulders sag infinitesimally. There is no scenario that he can come up with in which this goes well. Adding alcohol to the mix of his muddled brain would only prove to worsen the matter, that heís sure of. Quinn knows all of this, however, or at least she should. Honestly, her insistence, her damn persistence, is frustrating.

He cedes to her, if only to be done talking about it.

ďFine. But Iím leaving if it goes south.Ē
Gideon Abernathy 01/19/18 Red flag. Red flag. Red flag.

His smile falters, and he preoccupies himself with flipping idly through the pages of a book on the counter in front of him. He doesnít want to tell her no, as heís denied her too much lately. But this mood wonít last, they both know that, and does she really want him around people that care about her when he snaps? No sense in making them worry for her safety anymore than they already should have.

ďQuinn,Ē he begins, regret already deeply etched in every syllable, ďyou know thatís not a good idea. Not right now.Ē Gideon turns away, not willing to face the disappointment. Again. ďWhy donít you go, though? Itís been a while since youíve seen Adara, yeah?Ē
Gideon Abernathy 01/19/18 Just as he taps the send button on his phone, he feels hands around his face. For a moment, he tenses, his senses automatically sending him into defense mode. But when his lips are brought to hers, he visibly relaxes for the first time in a while. These mood swings happen, some days being better than others. The calm before the storm, as the saying goes.

ďWork seems a harsh term, all things considered.Ē Thereís a smirk playing at his features, telling of his more light-hearted air. Perhaps itís simply proximity; after all, sheís been gone, and even then, he was...hard to be around, lately. ďBut youíre the boss. So what would you have me do instead?Ē
Gideon Abernathy 01/18/18 His head slants slightly as he ponders her message. Adara wouldnít even know that they were together, would she? Not to mention if she even remembers him; he spent most of his short time in the Den keeping to himself.

Are you sure she wasnít just inviting you? I doubt news of our relationship is widespread.

Gideon hesitates again. Yes, sheís just gotten back but he can sense the way she lit up just by her exuberant text message, and he doesnít want to take that away from her. He knows he canít go; honestly, he doesnít want to. For one, heís not in a good headspace, and as much as he appreciates the Lycanís Den and what the Does provided in his short time there, he canít stomach that sort of social interaction. Then thereís the Flock to think of as well.

You go, though. That kind of invitation canít be denied!
Gideon Abernathy 01/18/18 Quirk
Oh. Well, thatís nice. Are you going to visit?
Gideon Abernathy 01/18/18 Quirk
...sorry, who?
Adara Doe 01/18/18 Mrs. Pretty
Definitely real life. Not a dream.
You'll come home soon? And pinch cheeks.
Hopefully EJ's and not mine, I love you... but that would just be weird.

Missed you, Q.
Adara Doe 01/18/18 Mass Text: My Livi, The Butcher, The Pretty One, Mrs. Pretty, Irish, The King

Weíre home.

And just in case they didnít know who exactly was home Addie sent an attachment; after all, it had been far too long and numbers do change. Like Adaraís number. Constantly. Paranoid much?

John Doe 01/17/18 ďOf course Santa is real, who else is going to drag the bad children down to the eternal damnation fires of hell if he isnít real?Ē
John Doe 01/17/18 Pay no attention to the man behind the curtain! Nothing to see here people, move along! (Iím being all sneaky and hiding and stuff.)
Gideon Abernathy 01/17/18 Quirk
Good thing I always keep a spare.
Love you, Quinn, Iíll be home soon.
Katherine Murray 01/16/18 Quinn, The Love Guru

I will leave all wedding plans to you
But it has to be at night.
It would be a mess if not.
Allergic to sun and all.
Do you think he is more of a night person?
I hope so.
I can find out where Tiber is.
I think.
Also, if the mean one bothers you.
I will just eat him.
Or something like that.
Solomon King 01/16/18 Quinnie
Only if I'm asked nicely.
Katherine Murray 01/16/18 QuinnTibGid

You canna marry me.
You are already married!
Do you mean you will marry us?
Can you do that?
Will he know or are you tricking him?
He should probably have a choice.
With or without a kilt.
Though, a kilt would be nice on a beefcake.
I am in New York.
Not at the Den.
Sort of.
Tiber is in my phone.
How is Tiberius a dog?
OH. He is THAT kind of DOG?
I like those kind.
If it is that kind.
Sol is not here.
I think he should be.
If we are getting married.
Katherine Murray 01/16/18 GidTibuinn

Only one person.
And only to put flowers on him.
It is not weird
You said sweet.
We can go with that.
How am I gonna marry Sol?
Oh, but a fireman is good.
I tend to set things on fire.
Not really myself.
That much.
I am totally on board with your matchmaking.
But will he be?
Also, Tiber said Tiberious is a dog.
That smells.
Is that true?
Katherine Murray 01/16/18 TibGiduinn
It is French.
I am half-French.
Though she was not quite maternal.
She might have turned me into the person I am today.
And then I killed her.
But that is off topic!
Yes, Sol. Beefcake.
I could agree with that.
Granted, I did not see much.
I only snuck in while he slept.
Not that I was creepy or anything.
I do like his beard.
If I must marry, I will marry Sol.
Should I get married?
It would probably help with not setting myself on fire.
Katherine Murray 01/16/18 The Shipper

I like batriarchy!
Viva la Rťvolution!
Sol seems good.
I am going to trust you
I will go down with this ship.
I learned what shipping was.
Television teaches things.
So does Siri.
And the Google.
But it doesna say a word about Batriarchy.
But I like it.
I know Tiber.
TeamTiber for me!
But I also know Gideon.
TeamGideon too?
Why is Tiberius bad?
Do many people marry two people at once?
Are you sure he is a virgin?
Sol is too pretty for that.
It is the beard.
Is that obsessive?
Katherine Murray 01/16/18 Love Guru

Catholics are insane.
I know this.
Because I am one.
Can you still be Catholic if you have demons?
Birds are good.
I like all animals.
Animals are not bad.
Except this one time.
Monkey bad.
Is Sol good?
Not bad?
Is Sol a good choice?
Tiberius is not bad.
Moonshine is.
You know Tiber?
Katherine Murray 01/16/18 Probably should not handle my love life

I asked the Siri.
Religious people who kill.
I know about these things.
I am Catholic afterall.
I do not think Solomon is Scottish.
But he might enjoy a kilt.
You should ask him that too.
I was once married.
More than once.
I am not so good with the choosing.
You pick for me next time.
Are you still doing the bad, mad, sad, Giddy stuff?
Maybe he should help with the choosing.
Katherine Murray 01/16/18 Handler of my love life

How are you different?
Who is Jim Jones?
Is this about Jack?
I doona know about potatoes.
I am not Irish.
Better, I am Scottish!
Not sure about Solomon.
I would hope not, the beard is too pretty.
Maybe you should ask before I commit?
This is your job now.
I do not know you.
But you seem pretty capable.
You did get married after all.
Katherine Murray 01/16/18 Really Drunk Quinn likes to try and marry people off

Who is different?
I cannot remember.
You and Gideon?
or you and I?
Yes, I agree the Irish are quite angry.
You must know the Wee Irish.
She is pretty fiesty.
Not sure she likes potatoes.
Maybe potato shaped humans.
I doona think I can marry Solomon.
He seems to be involved with Jack.
Who is Jack?
This is also important.
What did google say?
Katherine Murray 01/16/18 No Edmund, check. Giddy's Wife Quinnie the Drunk.

How do you have a kind of husband?
You do not have to answer that.
I actually get it.
More than most.
Except for the Irish one.
But thassa whole nother story
Hey, my phone is slurring for me.
Neat trick, that.
But doona tell him.
His beard is glorious.
I made it flowery once.
Issa secret.
Is he a lumberjack? or ax murdery?
Katherine Murray 01/16/18 Drunk Quinn
Read? What? Confused.
But I do love that book.
Edmund is bad in it. Terrible brother.
Not that I would know
Only child. Are you?
Wait. Gideon? I think I know one.
Do you know the Den?
Bad is monkies. Not bad is television.
I do like it. A lot.
Especially Woodcarvers.
Axes, beards, maybe I have a type?
I once knew a beard with flowers.
That was good too.
Katherine Murray 01/15/18 By now, Katherine has already reached for a bottle of whiskey, absolutely no way she can continue this sober.


Not for you. For me. Beards are better, yes?
I am not sure why I am telling a complete stranger this.
Likely you cannot even read what I am send...

", wait, no, stoooop! Sh-t."

Hello again. Speaking to this thing does not work.
Bad depends on what is bad.
What could be bad for you, might not be bad for me. Right?
Katherine Murray 01/15/18 Defnitely Quinn

Hello, Quinn.
My name is Katherine.
Are you taking orders on ax murderers?
I could use one.
Preferably bearded.

Also, you may want to put down the bottle.
Morning regrets. Those are bad.

Second also, what is a hashtag?
Gideon Abernathy 01/15/18 The next couple texts ding through, one after the other, and he reads them a few times to let them sink in. There's a touch of shame in his gaze as he thinks on it, realizing how distrustful and accusing he's being. He'd told her to go out and have a good time, only to demonize her upon her arrival back home. No wonder she needed the time away.

Don't worry about it, and you don't need to pay me back. I'm just glad you had a good time.
Gideon Abernathy 01/15/18 Sheís lying.

His eye twitches lightly as the unbidden thought broke through. He doesnít want to believe itís true, but she seems extra wordy. Regardless, it seems like a ridiculous excuse for nearly a grand. He doesnít have the energy to argue, however, instead opting to confront it with mild disbelief.

That seems like a lot, considering the commune isnít that far from New Orleans.
You got gypped.
Gideon Abernathy 01/15/18 Quirk
$904?? What, did you think I wouldnít notice??
What did you do the other night? Get sh-tfaced and destroy the Uber? Be honest, I wonít get mad.
Katherine Murray 01/14/18 Not Giddy, Quinn

I do not understand any of this except for ax murderers. Those can be fun.
Katherine Murray 01/14/18 Definitely Misdial

Giddy? I do not think I am that happy. You certainly sound giddy. And maybe a bit drunk. Do you need an Uber?
Katherine Murray 01/13/18 Misdial?

I do not advise it. Abort. ABORT.
Gideon Abernathy 01/13/18 It isnít as if Gideon is comfortable with the situation; the idea of her off on her own is nothing short of anxiety-inducing. But he also doesnít want her losing her mind, which, if heís being perfectly honest, isnít so far-fetched in their current predicament. He knows that sheís tip-toeing, almost as if she expected him to shoot her proposal down.

She needs to have fun, to remember that it isnít always bad.

He keeps it light-hearted to indicate his resolve in the matter, so she can calm down and let loose for one single night.

Just donít let Ella talk you into her weird fetish. Be safe and have fun.
Gideon Abernathy 01/13/18 Quirk
No, you should go. Invite Ella or something. Relax for a night.
Gideon Abernathy 01/13/18 Quirk
I didnít know I was invited. But I donít know that we should leave these fvckers unattended.
Gideon Abernathy 01/13/18 Quirk
That sounds fun. Just, you know...make sure you come back.
Gideon Abernathy 01/12/18 Quirk
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Gideon Abernathy 01/12/18 Quirk
Donít do that, Iím not trying to draw attention to it.
I just want a constant reminder of him at all times. In the form of a rat. Please.
Gideon Abernathy 01/12/18 Quirk
What? You just said, theyíre little helpers. Whatís not nice about that?
And, Iím sorry, but he kind of looks like a rat. Beady little eyes, pointed, sneering face. Guess which one Iím describing?
Gideon Abernathy 01/12/18 Quirk
I like rats. I was just making sure you knew what you were undertaking.
I want one named Eiji.
Gideon Abernathy 01/12/18 Quirk
I will divorce you over this. For the last time, mini. donkey.
And I think youíre thinking of mice...
Gideon Abernathy 01/05/18 Unknow Number
New phone, who dis
Gideon Abernathy 01/05/18 Quirk
Holy sh-t, youíre going to be the death of me. Literally.
Gideon Abernathy 01/05/18 Quirk
Mini donkey. And I told you, since itís entire family mysteriously died.
Gideon Abernathy 01/05/18 Quirk are the very reason that I have to have a throw away phone.
Christ, woman.
Gideon Abernathy 01/05/18 Quirk
I plead the fifth.
Gideon Abernathy 01/04/18 Quirk
Okay, first off, Jesus doesnít own owning donkeys. And his mother rode a donkey to Bethlehem, itís hardly the same.
Second, even if Jesus did own donkeys, they were normal sized, not adorable miniatures.
Third, and honestly, most important, Jesus didnít kill the donkeyís entire family and feel guilty enough to adopt it. So. We own a donkey now.
Gideon Abernathy 01/03/18 Quirk
No, I donít think you get to dress the animal in Halloween costumes if you DONíT WANT IT.
Gideon Abernathy 01/02/18 Quirk
I've never seen a pony smaller than a golden retriever.
I got a mini donkey. Sorry it's not what you wanted.
Gideon Abernathy 01/02/18 Quirk
...not as big as a pony...
Gideon Abernathy 01/02/18 Gideon sighs and shakes his head, taking a moment before typing out a careful response.

No... a mini donkey. Heís like the size of Cheeto!
Gideon Abernathy 01/02/18 Quirk
No, better. Itís a mini donkey!
Gideon Abernathy 01/02/18 Quirk
Hypothetically, what's the punishment if I adopt a small animal? I'm thinking not heavy, right? Because really, you were the one that was talking about adopting seven puppies, and to be honest, I think Eclair and Cheeto need a friend.
I may have made a poor decision today.
Saito Eiji 11/21/17 -Swipes left.-
Gideon Abernathy 10/16/17 Quirk
Iím heading there in fifteen minutes. With all the hugs you could possibly want.
Gideon Abernathy 10/16/17 Quirk know I hate when you live in denial...
But fine. We donít have to talk about it anymore.
Gideon Abernathy 10/16/17 Quirk
Is this really bothering you? Quinn, this kind of is a very real possibility. You should be prepared.
Gideon Abernathy 10/16/17 Quirk
For all we know, Iíll die in the next few years, which isnít unlikely, and then youíd be free to share your life with this Abel guy.
Maybe I should go on the date... I can tell you if I approve.
Gideon Abernathy 10/16/17 Quirk
Donít be dramatic. Of course you will be.
Gideon Abernathy 10/16/17 Quirk
Okay, okay, fine. But donít yell at me when Iím not here in fifty years.
Gideon Abernathy 10/16/17 Quirk
Good news, I wonít be alive that long!
Gideon Abernathy 10/16/17 Quirk
Nah, Iíll take my chances. Iím starting to like you, anyway. ;)
Gideon Abernathy 10/01/17 Quirk
Just you, beautiful. Wine? Or something stronger?
Gideon Abernathy 10/01/17 Quirk
That was... insensitive of me to say. Iím sorry.
Meet me in the garden. Iím grabbing stuff so we can sleep out like we used to.
Gideon Abernathy 10/01/17 Quirk
No. Tell me how to fix it.
Gideon Abernathy 10/01/17 Her response procures a quirked brow this time. There are only a select few times over the course of their admittedly short relationship when heíd genuinely upset her. With a sigh, he resigns himself to his fate of, ironically, the doghouse.

Fine, guess Iíll pick it out myself.
Gideon Abernathy 10/01/17 The tell-tale Read flashes up at him, but itís not followed immediately by the three dots, indicating a reply would be coming. A groan escapes him; sheís upset. It isnít as if itís not true... A single puppy, and sheís already forgotten the terrible loss of their own. But that doesnít make him any less of an ass for bringing it up.

Weíll go to a shelter tomorrow. In the meantime, no dogsitting. I hate that dogís face.
Ella Donovan 10/01/17 Lufcuh
Where are you?!? You can come over and play with Hank. Do you think you can dogsit him while I go to the store?
Gideon Abernathy 10/01/17 Quirk
Wow. I guess Iíll remember Cheeto for the both of us.
Gideon Abernathy 09/30/17 What Quinn doesnít realize is THAT SUCKS BECAUSE ITíS ALREADY GROWING BACK.
Gideon Abernathy 09/22/17 He can't keep the grin off his face, but he still refuses to give her the satisfaction.

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Gideon Abernathy 09/22/17 Quirk're mad.
Gideon Abernathy 09/22/17 Quirk
How shady are back alley vasectomies?
Asking for a friend.
Gideon Abernathy 09/22/17 Quirk
What the hell is Tinder? And why should I be upset that you're still on it?

For the record, I'm not. Upset, I mean.
Ella Donovan 09/22/17 Lufcuh
Congratulations! 😘
Why not just ask Solomon? I don't know Solomon, I could ask for you.
Jameson Orlav 09/15/17 Jameson has been tasked. Well, it's not really a task, per say. More like, some smelly werewolf who lives in the mansion upstairs had insisted that he take these odd looking severed heads and deliver each of them to a respective patron. The Doctor doesn't quite understand why, but he doesn't actually care in the least. Tiberius, as he had introduced himself, had paid him a pretty penny to see that the deed got done.

Whatever. It worked in his favor.

He doubted that the mutt had expected him to put his own spin on the delivery, however. Jameson waited until the guy fled to go out and find some pretty pink boxes. White ribbons would accompany the painted cardboard- tied at the top into fancy, frilly bows. There's no way that any unsuspecting victim would come to realize what was actually inside of the box until it had been delivered.

Deranged doesn't even begin to encompass Jameson Orlav. To each person he drops off a box. While they're away, of course. His last encounter inside the house had brought immediate trouble for Ella. He would look to avoid that this time, if it was possible.

To Gideon, Quinn, and Ella herself. Inside each of their rooms they'd find a box. For Quinn and Gideon, their room would house two.

For Quinn;
The second head saw bare lips, eyelids naked but with full rouge. With his fingers, Tiber smeared the cream over the hollowed cheeks of the woman, imitating a full scarlet blush. This head was going to Quinn Harper. The only woman who had ever succeeded in making him whole. Quinn always pulled warmth from within the icy pits of him. She gave his life purpose, and chipped away at him until all that was left was love and affection.

And yo, there's no sign that Jameson has been here. Just so we're clear. Let's all relax on the coronary front for now.
Gideon Abernathy 09/14/17 Thanks, beautiful.

You were successful in stealing $938.00 from Quinn Harper.
Tiber Loche 09/10/17 Tiber reread text many times after it had come in on his phone. At first he thumbs a fast reply. Okay. Always ready to do as Quinn pleased. A simple word communicated from her and he could be gone. But it's not that easy. He's not as strong as the urges inside of him. He isn't as formidable as the other half of his existence that continuously fought for or dominance over his body and his mind.

The next reply was longer, and more defiant. I can't, and I won't. Tiber deleted that one, too, after threatening to crush the phone beneath the brute strength of his bare hands. It takes him hours to decide whether he would respond. It would be easier if he didn't. His fight has almost burned out entirely, flickering heartily from both ends of the stick.


I can't stop him, Quinn.

There is no universe that exists where Quinn wouldn't understand what he meant. Somehow he would need to find a way to convey that remaining out of sight was the best that he could do to keep her safe. For now. But there was no place for him to hide. There never had been.
Gideon Abernathy 09/09/17 Quinn
Serious question.
Do I look "thug nasty" without my beard?
Gideon Abernathy 09/08/17 Out of his peripheries, he watches as Quinn reads the note. Her body language shifts, taking her even further into the defensive. He welcomes her easily into an embrace, attempting to soothe her while he himself is incredibly tense. His eyes are trained on the crumpled paper, mind racing at one hundred miles a second.

"I won't let him get you, Quinn. You're safe here, with me."

There's hardly a line Gideon wouldn't cross when it comes to the woman, short of directly causing her bodily harm. Should Tiber choose to reappear, he can't guarantee his reaction. There's never a moment of rest for them, and Tiber is poking the sleeping bear in the eye.

Gideon protects what he loves. It's a lesson he'll only teach once.
Tiber Loche 09/08/17 We're not going to waste any time on the 'how's. Straight to the point, was that Quinn would arrive back in her room. Wherever it was that she was staying, because honestly it did not matter.

Where Quinn Harper went, Tiber was never far behind. Even if he was, like a ghost over her shoulder, he was there.

When she arrived, she'd find a note folded delicately upon her pillow. It would be easy to overlook since the creamy color of the paper blended with the pale fabric of the pillowcase. A messy scrawl on the inside would be identifiable right away.

Don't forget me.
I'm sorry.

Tiber could do his best to try and stop Quinn from whatever it was she was about to do.
But he owed her this. Her freedom.
Saito Eiji 08/30/17 I need you to not tell me how to live.
I'll bring catnip.
Gideon Abernathy 08/29/17 The name picked, he focuses all attention on her as she takes her place at his side. An arm hooks under and around her, pulling her as close as possible as he listens to her qualms. He presses his lips to her forehead for a long moment, putting all the appreciation in the world into the gesture, before responding.

"I've never had a lot of things before I had you. I've never had a party period, so you're already doing more for me than anyone else. I've never received a gift before this one," he gestures to the sleeping kitten, smiling fondly down at her. "There'll be plenty of chances for future surprise parties. Don't fret, mi alma." The term of endearment slips his tongue without him even realizing. He brings that out of him, that comfortable feeling.

Gideon Abernathy 08/20/17 The response catches him off guard, and it's all he can do to hold her gaze. Instead of words, he conveys his appreciation and admiration by pressing a kiss to her forehead for a long moment before wrapping her up in an easy hug. "I don't know what I did to deserve you," is muttered into her hair. He's painfully aware of how good she is, and people like Gideon don't often get graced with that kind of beauty. He'll do all he can to bask in that light.

When he finally pulls away from her, their fingers intertwine once more, as he's not willing to fully break contact. Flicking on the light, the better to actually see, he pulls Quinn over to the counter to show off their plunder. "I got all your unsavory requests. And your cookie dough is in the fridge. How would the birthday girl like to begin?"
Gideon Abernathy 08/13/17 Sh!t, she's upset...

His shoulders sag noticeably, as if the idea of hurting her is physically weighing on him. It wasn't his intention to come off so coldly; this kind of interaction is practically foreign to him. Gideon tends to look at things logically, and logically, they wouldn't have become so attached in such a short amount of time.

On the other hand...

Shaking his head, he approaches slowly as she speaks. With careful hands, he takes the puppy from her and sets him on the floor, where he is more than content to explore his surroundings. While his heart is beating painfully in his chest, he ignores it and instead places a gentle hand under her chin. He presses a soft kiss onto her lips, conveying complete adoration in the simple gesture. This time, it is a few moments before he pulls back slightly, his gaze searching her face in hopes that he hasn't crossed a line.

Finally, he speaks. "Cheeto's a great name."
Tiber Loche 07/31/17 He can smell her before she's even approached him. Tiber knew Quinn was here. It had everything to do with his decision to seek out Ella Donovan in the first place. He was unsure of the way Quinn would react, but it bore no weight against the decision he had made to find her and be with her. There is a sense in which Quinn knew this, of that Tiberius could be sure. It was only a matter of time before she reached out in one respect or another. Good or bad.

And here she was.

Quinn's scent is still as intoxicating as Tiber remembers, the very essence of her igniting an eagerness inside of him and consuming his body in a blaze. But his elation is extinguished as quickly as it had arisen, as the shaky unsurety of Quinn's voice sticks a pin through the heart of his jest. The man had expected nothing less, but her eternal heartbreak would never upset him any less than the first day he had come to recognize both fear and anguish behind her once beloved stare.

Because of him.

"Quinn..." Tiber breathes life into the only word that could swell his heart. A sensation that would never beseech him. Though she refuses to meet his eyes with the soft light of her own, he still gazes down upon her, studying all of the things about her that had changed. Her shoulders seemed more square. She stood taller, and with more conviction than before. Had she become harder? Did Tiberius manage to break her spirit?

Of all worldly possibilities, that could not be true.

"Quinn, look at me." It is a simple demand, soft but firm. Tiber is more unsure than ever about Quinn's reception. But no matter her reaction, nothing would surprise him.
Gideon Abernathy 07/24/17 The pang in his chest was unfamiliar, and he had to read the text a few times to full register it. You'd never lie to me, right? You're a good person, and good people don't lie. He wanted so badly for that to be true... Something about Quinn and her innocence brought that out of him.

You got this.
Gideon Abernathy 07/11/17 Quinn
Oh, definitely. That'd be best. I can't force a smile. I end up looking like a serial killer.
Gideon Abernathy 05/06/17 -eyes snap up-
-sees familiar face-
-really familiar-
Ella Donovan 05/04/17 ~*~ Ella had started to find a minuscule of entertainment at the number of creases in her ceiling. It was this moment she realized that she needed her own people in her sanctuary. The Order had all the people she knew, except for a very select few. She reactivated her Tinder page, and changed the About Me to reflect what she was looking for exactly. She needed a second hand person to be with her. That wouldn't mind her questionable obsession about Jameson Orlav. The friendly face lights up on her screen. Quinn? She looked nice. Grinning she swiped right. Only hoping that perhaps this nice looking Quinn would think she looked nice too. ~*~

Camille Hammond 02/10/17 -whispers-
Where can I get one of those hair ships?
Tiber Loche 11/28/16 -waves paper-
They hate you?!
John Doe 06/28/15 For prose that soars higher than the pines, but stays true to it's roots. For daring to branch out where few writers would ever go. For true horticultural excellence. I bestow upon you the coveted Gold Star!
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