ANDY LATIMER
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— it's more like the devil tried to screw me, actually.
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Post by ANDY LATIMER on Jul 18, 2021 13:41:26 GMT
━ i shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. ━ "I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE TALKIN' ABOUT." Andy exclaimed, trying to push her way out of the slim shop doorway. The stubborn shop keeper blocked her path, giving Andy a hard elbow in the side to muscle her back in to the small boutique's interior. This time, Andy hadn't been stealing fine silk clothing or pocketing a couple of strands of fake pearls. This time, she was perfectly justified in her denial. "I've called the police!" The woman declared shrilly and Andy's blood pressure soared as she stepped back and slapped her hands at her sides. "What the f*ck for?!" She half-yelled and the lady flinched like she'd been slapped, making Andy sigh in pure exasperation. "I've never met you in my life, now please get out of my way." She ground out from between her teeth, the woman responded by placing both of her palms flat on either side of the shop door's frame and widening her stance like a big, unhelpful rock.
"You sold my daughter a moldavite crystal you swore was a hun'er percent authentic and- and-!" Her pudgy, spider-veined cheeks flushed with a stuttering anger and Andy would have laughed if she wasn't been held captive in the woman's dinky little boutique. "Minnie took it to a psychic in Richmond that told her it was just sea glass on a tin chain!" Andy groaned out loud, throwing her head back and fighting the urge to scream. She was lying of course, she had met the woman before. She'd also met her daughter. They'd caught sight of the tattoos on her knuckles at a bar about a week ago and Andy had sold them a bunch of cheap costume jewellery after they'd begged her for 'a fortune'. They'd also called her 'real quaint' among other horrendous and offensive traveller terms so Andy had felt entirely justified in her slight swindling. At the time, of course, she hadn't known they'd owned a shop in the middle of freakin' town. Or that they were stark raving lunatics.
"If you don't let me out right now..." Andy leaned real close to Minnie's mom's face, her eyes wide with a feral kind of anger. "I'm gonna give you a reason to call the cops." Minnie's mom's lip quivered but she stayed fast, gripping the wooden frame with long, artificial nails. "I hope they nail you to the cross for fraud..." The woman hissed and Andy threw her head back and barked a dry laugh. She turned then suddenly, opening the tote bag at her hip and going from rack after rack on frenzied feet. "Fine!" She declared, ripping the garishly patterned shirts from their hangers and scrunching them in to her bag. "I'll give you a reason to call the cops!" She turned her head and Minnie's mom shook from her position, going from foot to foot as if she couldn't decide whether or not to stay guarding the door like a dog, or coming to the aid of her ugly shop shawls.
"Oh! Is this sea glass, too?!" Andy declared with a hand to her chest, yanking a string of plastic beaded necklaces from their stand until the whole thing tumbled down. Then, turning with a furious anger, she launched the handful at the shops front window, "Take that the Richmond!" She yelled as she did so. There was a particular power behind the throw, one Andy hadn't intended, nor could fully control. The beads struck the front window with a high pitched twang that rattled her back teeth and with it, the glass shattered all around it. Andy froze, her fingers tingling from the harsh magical outburst just as a patrol car drew up outside and the sirens wailed once, twice. "You're in big trouble now, missy!" Minnie's mom laughed wetly, though she'd gone sickly pale and almost frightened.
ARES PATERA | sooo this was fun to write. lemme know if there's anything i should change!
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ARES PATERA
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Posts: 223
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36
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Sheriff's Deputy
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Post by ARES PATERA on Jul 21, 2021 18:44:22 GMT
Two boxes balanced on his shoulder, Ares tried to back out through the front door of the DIY store. Probably weighing as much as he did himself, they awkward and bulky, libel to tip if he … shit/
Kenny was already bustling out from behind the counter as he scrambled to keep a hold on them. An immovable object throwing him and that weight off until disaster was almost guaranteed. Crushed foot, broken ankle, nails ripped out bloody as he scrambled to hold onto them, any or all needing to be explained if he ended up at the ER white faced with Eros smirking at him. ”I’m charging ya for a second lot if you wreck them ya know.” Curmudgeonly good humour lacing the old man’s face as he grabbed for the ends of them and got the boxes and Ares both back on course.
Free of the doorway like a cork popping out a bottle, Ares backpedalled, swivelling slightly as he almost decapitated a couple of giggling teenagers going back. ”No discount, even after everything I’ve spent here? You’re a mean man, Kenny,” Ares said with a sigh. He made it across the sidewalk and swung the boxes down carefully, propping them against the back fender of the patrol car to get the rear door of it open to get the boxes inside. It was a misappropriation of sheriff’s department property and on the clock too. If it hadn’t been for the mother of all storms that had swept in a few weeks back he might not’ve needed another expensive trip back to the store but the place had been in a precarious state of balance since he’d bought it – a very expensive house of cards that threatened to tumble at almost any time. Fix up one problem and another sprung up. Replace the guttering and suddenly you heard the patter of cascading water overhead.
He’d raced up the stairs, bare feet slapping at the pristine boards that he’d spent weeks refinishing earlier that year. Teeth gritted, each knuckle scraped and hands just as rough as sandpaper, taking out frustration and that weird pang of longing that smacked of masochism. Hazel eyes hadn’t cut into his bedroom as he’d stood there in the hallway, watching the waterfall cascade down the stairs to the attic, tongue pressed against the sharp edge of his upper teeth to bite back the memory of rumpled sheets and spitting, hissing roar of the tigress he’d dragged out of the last downpour.
Ares knew he’d be doing the same as he stripped the boards out tonight, remembering how he’d ended up buffing the water marks off of the boards in the living room when Brooke had gone and left him in the dust the next morning. So easy to erase the physical evidence, harder to remove the mental scars.
Heading around the other side of the car, Ares shot Kenny a grin as the man started backing into the store. ”I’m taking that silence as a no. See you next week man.” Kenny let a laugh roll out, pointedly closing the door behind him. Clucking his tongue, Ares went to slip into the car. He had one hip in, his hand still on the window frame when the call came through. ”A unit needed on the square, theft reported at…” The dispatcher rolled off the store’s name, some tiny little boutique place he knew well enough to have his eyes slapping on it a block ahead. All quiet from here but Ares knew better than to believe it. ”10-76, officer responding,” Ares managed on a sigh. So much for getting back to the station without the boxes in the backseat becoming an issue.
Lights strobing and siren blaring, Ares gunned the car for that block. Skidding in at the curb in a way that would’ve had Claire rolling her eyes if she wasn’t working solo. Raised voices were audible the minute he knocked the door open. Snatching up his hat, Ares started towards the store and found the world filled with shattered glass, a twang of power vibrating through the air with those razor sharp chunks, raising the hair on the back of his neck even as the hand holding the hat came up. ”Θεά, φέρε τον άνεμο.” He should’ve waited, made sure there was no one around to see those shards swept forward again, a tide working against the tide, catching the deadly shrapnel and driving it down towards the ground.
Chest rising and falling, Ares dropped his hand, staring at the two women through that void. Boots crunching on the glass, he started forward, his hat held out like a shield against what might roll out next – not from the older woman, he realised as he began to push open the door, she looked pale and queasy with what had already happened. It had been the young one, something a little less bilious on her face. ”I want you both to back up … slowly. What happened here? Who broke the window?” His other hand hovering low at his hip, fingers curled as though he would pull his weapon here, something far more powerful tingling in those fingertips, ready, always waiting.
Tagged: ANDY LATIMER * Word Count: 868 Translation: Goddess, bring the wind
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ANDY LATIMER
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— it's more like the devil tried to screw me, actually.
Last seen Mar 26, 2024 17:53:19 GMT
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Post by ANDY LATIMER on Jul 23, 2021 1:09:51 GMT
━ i shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. ━ ANDY HAD BEEN TOO BUSY EYEING MINNIE'S MOM WITH AN cornered fury that she didn't feel the companion crackle of magic. Later, when all was said and done, she would reanalyse her poor senses and curse herself for missing it. 'Rookie-f*cking mistake', she'd think bitterly because it meant she hadn't been prepared when the sirens had stopped and a shadow had loomed over the lady wedged in the doorway. How Minnie's mom had yelped and turned all at once, despite the fact that she'd heard the sirens and she'd already warned Andy that she was done for. She sighed at the dramatics, but felt the weight of the unpaid items in her bag, or how the officer looked entirely unhurried as he stared at the woman first and then over her head to where Andy stood braced by the rack of toppled jewellery.
"Any further back and I'm gonna be in the changin' rooms!" Andy snapped in protest, but Minnie's mom was red faced as she turned her back and began a vicious rant of judicial guilt. How thankful she was for the officers appearance, stuttering the whole while and reducing herself to snotty tears. "I didn't steal nothin', she trapped me in this dog-sh*t store for somethin' that happened a week ago!" Andy explained over the top of her head, though she stayed firmly behind and out of Minnie's mom's reach. Also, the unfortunate prospect of handcuffs kept her distance. Andy didn't feel particularly confident then, the lady's tears brought on in earnest, bubbling about her poor daughter. How she hadn't expected to see Andy again, how she'd performed a 'citizen's arrest'.
"This is bullsh*t." Andy sighed, crunching jewellery under the heel of her sturdy black boots, a hand smoothing stray locks from her face tiredly as she swayed with impatience. She still felt the residual magic on the back of her tongue, how her face was still flushed and her fingers static with electricity. "It was me, okay?" Andy finally answered, when she actually had the opportunity to talk. "I broke the damn window, but it was an accident." She said, feeling like a lost cause even as she said it. "The dusty old bitch wouldn't let me out." There was a gasp from Minnie's mom, a hiccup of pure, theatrical despair and a wailing, "You see?!" As if her foul language was an immediate admission of guilt and not the bag full of sh*tty clothes and the shattered display window. "Saints..." Andy sighed, rolling her eyes and damning her own fate all at once. She hadn't seen the inside of a holding cell in months.
ARES PATERA |oop living for ares thinking about brooke. she'd die if only she knew..
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ARES PATERA
Warlock
Posts: 223
Age:
36
Occupation:
Sheriff's Deputy
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Post by ARES PATERA on Aug 7, 2021 19:40:37 GMT
Another doorway, this one easier to manoeuvre, even with the confetti of shattered glass crunching in the treads of his boots. No gun held two handed as he came through, something more subtle than the brute force of bullets or blades shifting the balance of potential violence here. Although from the look on the owner’s face she had no idea what had ripped through her store. Another person in Mystic Falls blind to the truth of what the town had been built on, what continued to have the population here fluctuating on a daily basis.
The yelp had the muscles in Ares’ jaw bunching, the wince working through him as he’d tried to get her to back up away from him. An open playing field if the power that had blown that window whipped up again like a kettle reaching a second boil. Steam hot, just as likely to hurt, although, from the looks of things nobody had been.
Ares nodded to the older woman, the hand that wasn’t hovering over the butt of his gun gesturing her deeper into the store. Under protest but she went anyway, thankfully back to him so she wouldn’t see the grimace on his face as her anger immediately seemed to descend into a snotty mess that he wasn’t gonna be able to mop up with kind words and platitudes. Claire was usually the one to handle that sort of thing, hysteria of any sort always bypassing any empathy he managed to muster up.
Hazel eyes tripped back up to the young woman. She wasn’t crying, hadn’t immediately gone into ‘play on the cop’s emotions’ mode the way the owner had. This one was defiant, undoubtedly the source of that raw whip of power. ”You’re far enough,” he managed on a sigh, the hand he had up patting the air like it was going to help calm anything. ”What happened a week ago?” Fixing on those words like a pitbull, knowing that truth was likely the toy the women were fighting over. What he needed to snatch out and sink his teeth into and hope he managed to do it before Miss Teary powered the boiling point again.
He hadn’t expected the question to get a spill of blubbery words out of her mouth. Ares stared for a moment, tears and something thicker, rolling, dropping. The minute citizen’s arrest was out of her mouth he was shaking his head, his hand falling away from his weapon for both of them to drag over his face. ”That’s not a thing,” he told her, head jerking back as a splutter in his direction seemed to send a spray of that tear-snot mix at him.
Swallowing back his distaste Ares took a step sideways. Absolute bullshit but calling it that was likely to have that one in the Sheriff’s office, melting down in that pool of self-pity until Forbes slapped him on the wrist just to rid herself of the problem. ”Ma’am, why don’t you step outside, sit in the car … let me …” Crap. The low growl slipped out before he could bite it back. The dusty old bitch apparently had an issue with the label, another gasp in preparation for that wail. If she launched herself at him he wasn’t gonna be to blame for pulling his baton. He’d cling to the Detective Everett school of policing if he got dragged in for it afterwards. ”Ma,am,” he managed through gritted teeth. ”Please. The car’s right outside, if you can go plant … go sit in it, I can assess the situation in here. Please.” He set a hand on her shoulder, tried to steer even as he aimed something vaguely apologetic in the girl’s direction.
A mouth that could get you in trouble in an instant, Goddess did he know what that was like. Ares flapped the other hand at the girl, encouraging her to set her bag up on the counter. ”You wanna put that up there? Show me what’s in it?” His fingers wiggled. Slowly, unsaid but implied all the same, his eyes tripping between her hands and mouth, body braced like the request alone with send another tsunami of that power out in the wake of the old woman’s protests.
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ANDY LATIMER
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— it's more like the devil tried to screw me, actually.
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Post by ANDY LATIMER on Aug 16, 2021 22:29:40 GMT
━ i shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. ━ THE INCESSANT SLEW OF SPEWED OPINION LEFT ANDY FEELING almost sorry for the officer. If he wasn't such a monumental inconvenience for her, she might have allowed herself to feel just that. Standing near the back of the shop, her hands still held up, lest he think she was about to pull something. Though she felt increasingly restless, hopping from foot to foot as she huffed and hawed behind the old woman's back, foot beginning to tap as she tongued her cheek to stop herself saying anything else inflammatory. "Yeah, go outside." Andy seconded, sweeping her hand expectantly, as if to usher her out of her own shop. "'Fore your head explodes, old lady." She spat, curling her lip spitefully. She wasn't acknowledged, Minnie's mom was too busy punctuating the death penalty for some shady crystals.
Then, as quickly as Minnie's mom ignored her, the officer's eyes never quite left Andy's. Like he expected her to do something out of pocket. Andy scoffed, rolling her eyes every time he cast that shady, suspicious stare her way. That, of course, might actually be just plain old exasperation. It looked a whole lot like suspicion to Andy, though. And then he asked her to empty the contents of her bag, making Andy's shoulders tense. She hadn't stolen anything, but she suddenly remembered every spiteful item she had shoved in to her tote. She'd been making a point at the time, but that point had long since gotten lost in translation. She could almost picture Minnie's mom's face at the request - smug justice.
"Sure..." She drawled, curling one hand around the strap and pulling it over her shoulder. She heaved it up on to the register, wiggling her other hand so that the officer knew exactly what and where she was. "I mean, I never stole anything- I'm telling the truth about that..." She echoed, though with much less confidence the second time around. "She trapped me first- I was just- I was makin' a point..." Andy cleared her throat, squared her shoulders and pinched the bottom of her bag, upturning it on the counter in one fell swoop. Out fell half a dozen beaded necklaces, a tie-dyed shirt and a glass elephant. Along with Andy's purse, her burner phone and a cluster of tampons. Skittering across the counter and littering the floor. "The tamps are mine..." She pointed, tongue in cheek as she grinned spitefully, shaking out a lock from her face as she beamed in the officers face. "Obviously..." She separated the loot carefully, picking out her belongings and pulling them aside, leaving just a handful of junk in her wake, though only one stray tampon made it in to her pile. "She didn't trap me for stealin', she trapped me because daughter... is an idiot..."
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ARES PATERA
Warlock
Posts: 223
Age:
36
Occupation:
Sheriff's Deputy
Status:
Single
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Last seen May 2, 2024 19:28:24 GMT
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Post by ARES PATERA on Oct 2, 2021 16:46:55 GMT
It wasn’t often that he didn’t fall squarely on the side of the law. The lines had been drawn for a reason, some carved deep enough that they’d take another near world ending event the dissolve, others malleable but no less important, least not to his stubborn way of thinking. You started to erase them and you had chaos on your hands. There was only so much wrangling you could do then, even with might of an army – or the marines – at your back. His own hands had clutched tight enough to that rule book since he’d gone into the academy, a printed blunt tool in the hands of a hot head. Ares felt his grip on it loosening with every yapped word from the older woman’s mouth now, some sort of understanding in his eyes as they lifted under dark lashes to watch the girl.
Restless. That constant shift from foot to foot as those impatient sounds stuttered out of her. One foot took up a tattoo before she swept out a hand, adding a layer of emphasis to his words with that curl of her lip. Ares sucked in a breath, letting it out in a low hum of frustration that had the only woman shooting him a look then. ”Nothing else is gonna explode,” he warned through gritted teeth, the pointed end of the words meant for the girl. Not that it looked like it was jabbing deep enough for her to feel it. Every time he met her eye hers rolled, dismissal in the gesture that was the red flag to a bull who’d never done well it being waved in his face.
Shoulders squared in the old woman’s direction, putting himself between the two sides of this battle. A blue nylon shield covering rigid muscle that was braced for the moment when all that restless energy pulsed out again. A wave that would likely sweep up the old woman and toss her aside in an attempt to whip away those bitter, damning words. Snatch the air right out of the woman’s lungs and nail her tongue to the roof of her mouth. Ares didn’t see how happy his questions made the crone, didn’t wanna see the satisfaction he knew would write itself through every line in that wizened face.
He stepped in, ignoring her, one hand resting lightly on the edge of the counter, the other still on his belt, not that he was gonna need to draw on the situation that way. Dark brows rose. ”But…” he started, knowing one was coming with that as the tripped out start of the conversation. His jaw tightening slightly. ”Lemme get this right … she accused you of stealing, that you hadn’t done, so to prove a point you decided to take things…” A twisted sort of logic but that part of him that revelled in slamming the truth home got it.
It was the other part of him that bristled faintly, then sagged as the necklaces, shirt and – was that a damn elephant? – tumbled into view. Ares’ grunted, using his index finger to poke the glass elephant around in some sort of morbid fascination – he sure as hell couldn’t imagine that as something decorative in his own place. Not that he really had a ‘theme’ other than habitable and that was questionable at times.
Ares looked up at the girl, sure that the scatter of tampons and the highlighting of them was meant to embarrass him some way. He had a sister, he wasn’t biting. ”Obviously,” he offered dryly. He nudged another of the tampons back to her, snorting faintly at her explanation. This was getting better all the time. ”And just what has her daughter’s idiocy got to do with you and …” He lifted his hand, twirled his finger in the air in explanation before his thumb jerked squarely back over his shoulder. ”… the window. You break that?” There was a weight to the question, his nerves tingling faintly as he strained to feel those remnants of magic that had been so sticky in the air when he’d first walked in.
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ANDY LATIMER
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— it's more like the devil tried to screw me, actually.
Last seen Mar 26, 2024 17:53:19 GMT
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Post by ANDY LATIMER on Jan 28, 2022 0:56:20 GMT
━ i shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. ━ THE COP PAINTED A PRETTY INTIMIDATING FIGURE OVERALL. Minnie's mom was practically muscled out of her own shitty little shop by eye contact along. Andy wasn't overly impressed, but she was relieved. He could cross his arms and look down his nose at her all he liked, it didn't change the fact that he'd come to the old bitch's defence, despite his obvious disdain at her shrill cries for justice. "Pig," He scoffed under her breath as he turned just briefly to usher Minnie's mom right out the door. When he turned back, his bluster had doubled and Andy's luck had all but run out. The bag's contents skittered into view, sealing any excuse Andy could come up with in a shiny, shoplifting bow.
"Look, be real," Andy gestured at the junk she'd stuffed into her bag, watching the way the officer poked and prodded at it with a sort of morbid fascination. "Who would steal this shit?" She laughed in disbelief, shaking a handful of glass beaded necklaces before she tossed them across the shop carelessly. "I was feelin' spiteful," She pointed in the direction of the shop owner, who was no doubt laying with her wrinkled, sagging ear strained to the high heaven. "You should arrest her for kidnappin'." Brows lifted towards her hairline, she was grinning with a touch of desperation. "But, I wouldn't suggest that, because that's ridiculous." It went without saying that her words had a double meaning, but the crux of it was Andy had broken a pretty massive display window just because she'd lost her temper. That would be hard to explain away. The shop was in complete disarray, mostly due to Andy's reckless destruction, and the old bitch was stupid but she was determined. Andy knew when the odds were stacked against her.
"I sold her some crystals," Andy admitted with a heavy, exasperated sigh. She didn't even try to paint that offence in a kinder light. Honestly, Andy didn't even feel bad about that. "She assumed I'd mined them in Myanmar myself." Andy scoffed, gesturing wildly with one hand before she crossed her arms with a huff. It was all ridiculous, an overreaction on an overreaction, paired with some broken glass. Andy had committed a few atrocities in her time, to be threatened with an officer over a couple of sea glass pendants felt almost hysterical. Just like the entire Saints-forsaken town. "Idiot." She emphasised once more, nodding her head once to punctuate the insult. Though her surety shook a little at the mention of the window, that was something Andy couldn't so easily defend. "I threw a couple glass beads." She shrugged lamely, tongue in cheek as she averted her gaze and cringed at the complete wreck that was the front window, meaning that Andy could hear the woman perfectly clearly as she lamented and wailed at the front of her shop to draw a crowd. "Must'a been a hairline crack," She sniffed, eyes flickering back to the narrowed gaze of the officer. "Am I under arrest, or what?" She asked plainly, her nostrils flaring with annoyance.
ARES PATERA |sorry for the wait! this is still as fun as it was before tho lol .
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ARES PATERA
Warlock
Posts: 223
Age:
36
Occupation:
Sheriff's Deputy
Status:
Single
Played by:
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Last seen May 2, 2024 19:28:24 GMT
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Post by ARES PATERA on Mar 16, 2022 20:10:04 GMT
This was growth. When he’d first graduated the academy there’d been one hard line and Ares wasn’t about to put a toe across it for anybody. In one of the bars in Little Havana he’d argued for an hour over it. Black. White. Legal. Illegal. There wasn’t any room for the grey that this town seemed to be steeped in now. Something either broke the rules or it didn’t. Eyeing what the girl had shaken from her bag, Ares knew exactly where the line should’ve been drawn, would’ve been drawn. Theft was theft, it didn’t matter if the shrill old harpy you’d taken it from deserved it – and God had she been shrill. With her outside it was as though there was a whistle of silence in the air, his ears straining for the noise, the trouble.
Teeth clamped in his lower lip, Ares tapped his fingers against his belt. A slow beat than the girl’s foot had taken up before, breaking off with a snort of humour. Be real. Hazel eyes ticked up from the glass elephant to the girl, doubt filling them. He wouldn’t have been able to tell what was really shit and what wasn’t, having a mom and a sister hadn’t prepared him for exactly what would appeal to women. Years in combat with teams made up mostly of men hadn’t tossed up any insights either. ”Asking why’s always a bad move in my business,” he said dryly. Ares winced inwardly at the idea of setting some gift bag full of frothed up tissue paper and that glass elephant on Brooke’s desk. She’d have choked to death laughing. The women he knew wouldn’t have even laid a hand on that shit to steal it.
He let a breath out through his nose, glancing pointedly at the window. ”Spiteful enough to smash the window, huh?” Pissed off enough to break the window with the power that had been strong enough to leave his hair standing on end as he’d gotten close to its effect. Ares huffed out amusement, looking back at the girl with his brows hitched the way hers were. ”Kidnapping. I don’t think I’d call this little hostage situation that but if you wanna get ridiculous and press charges…” And get caught up in another maelstrom with no simple explanation. ’Sorry sheriff, it appears as though a rogue tornado happened to tear through the store just as the accusations were being made’.
Bullshit. All of it.
Goddess, he wanted to toss his head back and groan as the truth came out but there was enough truth to it that he couldn’t. Crystals might’ve been seemed like mystic woo-woo crap and in a lot of cases was but you said the right words over a chunk of lapis for instance and you could master the damn sun. The hand on Ares’ belt joined the other on the edge of the counter, his head hanging slightly between his shoulders. ”Can’t imagine where she’d got that impression. Let me guess, the crystals didn’t make her life just as perfect as she thought they might?” They’d been nothing but glass either, not an ounce of power infused in them.
The beads on the other hand might as well have been a shotgun. Blasted across the shop they’d taken out the window and left a mess the harpy was gonna be cleaning up for days – he wasn’t picking up a damn mop, not even if the sheriff ordered it. Wasn’t his job. ”Anybody ever tell you that you’ve got a hell of an arm. I felt it halfway down the block.” Ares stared at the girl, ignoring the wail that had started going up again, driving that whine in his ears well back. He straightened up, arms crossing his chest. ”You gonna keep a lid on it and stay away from the shop? I don’t do second chances if you fuck up again.” It. Like the power always had an identity of its own. Some other entity in you taking the reins when you lost control or begged whatever it was to well up in you. He might as well have been asking if she had any sort of control over her magic.
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