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Everton Winter Everton froze in the doorway, turning back to Alstroemeria, the fluffy canine sitting on his bed. She quirked her head, sensing a modicum of stress in her friend. Almost as if on cue, she sneezed, nodding towards the pile of journals at the foot of his bed. He smiled, fetching...

Everton Winter ‘Agenda for the day: hibernation.’ Everton stared up at the popcorn ceiling of the apartment that was technically only half-his, making a valiant attempt to think of pleasant things in order to lull himself to sleep. 200 years of no defined sleep schedule left him with circadian...

Oliver used to love weekends. Used to. The days when he was free to spend time with Spencer, without worrying about cryptids or zoology or Killian. It was the time when he and his lovely now-ex-girlfriend would stroll through the park, go get coffee (tea in his case, always tea), and come back...

Oliver Whimsy, campus weirdo. Likes to pick up rocks, broken bits of colored glass, and anything else that happens to be laying around. He’s a philosophy major, and a major clutz. Many a time has he slipped down the stairs, fallen out of his chair, etcetera etcetera, so on and so forth. Oliver...

“I’m ready.” he smiled, letting Lawrence go. “Maybe fruit today. No more chocolate chips for a while.”

Elliot was excited. He’d have a phone, be able to keep track of the holy days, help them avoid things he couldn’t eat. “Thank you. Just thank you. For all of this, for everything.” he hugged Lawrence.

Elliot Black “Nightingale” “Very well then.” Elliot kept an even pace with her. If it were anyone else, he’d make small talk. ‘How’s your day been?’ Well, mine was great, thanks for asking. He wanted to laugh. The only person he could talk to was himself. Oh how sad. Most of the attacks were...

Elliot was still thinking about how he needed to find a calendar. “Hmm? Oh, right...” he smiled. “Thank you.” normally people weren’t so agreeable or kind. They questioned him, inquires he didn’t have the answer to.

“I can’t have shellfish either...or any fish that has skin. I can’t have jelly beans either, anything with bugs in it is a no. Umm, I think that’s it?” Elliot mumbled, trying to think. It had been so long.... “I know there’s a week that I can’t eat anything with leavening agents...I’d have to...

“Sausage sounds good. Is there pork in it?” Elliot looked up. That had always been one of the difficult things for him, finding things to eat that didn’t go against his beliefs. “If there is, I’ll be fine with just waffles.”

“I won’t. I would never want to do anything that might hurt you. You’re my dad and I love you.” Elliot leaned up and kissed his forehead.

Elliot rushed over to him, wrapping his arms around Lawrence tightly. “I’m sorry. I know those are bad. Cuddles make the bad things go away.”

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Elliot stood up quickly, running out to the living room. He felt useless, not knowing what to do. Not knowing if what he did would make things worse. He stood away from Lawrence, patiently waiting for the panic attack to pass. It hurt him, to know that his surrogate father was hurting somehow.

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Elliot smiled, hugging the lamb. “Alright, I’ll get them put away.” he looked through the drawers, first sorting Lawrence’s clothes into two drawers. Then he carefully put away his own. “This is nice.” he smiled.

“Of course.” Siblings, whether in blood, in name, or by clan, were supposed to take care of each other. He couldn’t understand how sisters could turn on each other so easily. Oliver and Vincent would never hurt each other. Siblings had bonds that nothing could break, but her coven members would...