The House on the HillInteractions: Leon
@AtomicEmperor, Drake/Greenwood
@Shin Ghost Note
"Well... I'd still love to vet things, y'know? I'm not here to tell you how to live, but we're all responsible for your safety and your chance to learn, Layla."
Layla took a shaky breath, and nodded.
”Of course. You can be present for whatever you'd like, I want the Temple as involved as possible. When I go to visit uh, Luna's friends, I'll make sure you can tag along.””... Don't let it happen again, okay? I don't want you here, but obviously everyone else doesn't see the same way, so let's just stay away from each other. Capice?”
Luna threw up her hands in surrender.
”Capice.”She wouldn't be the one to argue with that. It was a better outcome than she had hoped. Drake was gonna let it go, for now. Luna couldn't be happier. As long as she kept her distance, she was one step closer to delving deeper into the Coven. Spreading her roots.
Before all he'll broke loose with Clancy barging through the door, clearly in pain. She gaze at him dispassionately, head tilted in curiosity. His ‘innards’ were exposed to the world. A secret not even
she had figured out.
How interesting.Luna took a step back to give the heavy hands more space, while Layla was desperately clutching Clancy's chest, staring in panic.
Layla could hear, vaguely, shouts for her to get away. She could hear the crackle of electricity, and hurried footsteps. But she couldn't take her eyes away. She had seen from Void's memories, this was the boy Void favoured. It would be a disservice to Void to abandoned him, especially in his apparitional state.
Alas, the choice was taken from her with a tingling sensation. Tickling pain that set her senses on edge, that something was
very wrong. She turned just in time to see Luca’s hand on her shoulder, and without resisting, she moved out of the way. Looking down, she could see stripes of her black sweater dress marked in a handprint, and pursed her lips, scooting back further.
The Rot was something else….
She watched incredulously as the crystal she had seen lodged in the boy dissolve, and Luca fainted.
Sully was quick on the drop, giving both a dose of elixir. Stormy,
damn that Stormy, following up with wards to make things easier.
Then Stormy asked the question on everyone's mind, and the boy responded.
"She wanted me, didn't mention anyone else. I told her to get bent. Go figure.”
Layla sat there, her mind racing through Void's memories. She knew of the incident at the strip club; some of the names dropped rang a bell. But she couldn't figure out who it could have been that did this to the boy.
Luna behind her only frowned.
“There's more than Father Wolf and 8th Street after you people…”"Um, pizza's here!”
Aislin's eyes lit up as Greenwood walked into the bar. From where she stood with Todd, she waved at Ruby and Jessica.
”My best friends have finally arrived! How did you know I was starved!”“Which ‘white-haired bitch’ were you talking about outside?”
Immediately, Luna and Layla shared a look. An incredulous, ‘what the hell’ type of look. A self-conscious type of look. Before both, in unison, stared at the Greenwood Coven.
Luna coughed, half-turning away. She was hopeful Greenwood wouldn't bring up the fact that they cornered her ass at the mall the other day. But that was resolved the same day, and she was working to be in the good books now. Her little slip-up that day wasn't about to bite her in the ass, was it?
Luna stared at Greenwood for a long, long time. She didn't have any beef with them that she knew of.
But… She did have a memory. One of her own, and a couple of Void's…
A memory of a girl, passed away, in the morgue of the Temple, Void saying his goodbyes. A memory of Void, fighting with bikers, a white-haired Alizée by his side. Another memory of Void… and Greenwood.
Luna kept thinking of Void, how he was willing to sacrifice himself for Alizée that day, when instead, she was the one who fought and died for him. Layla slowly stood, her eyes misting over.
“Is the one named Naomi here…?”Luna's eyes bugged out a bit, knowing exactly what Layla was referring to. She walked up and threw an arm over the girl's shoulders.
”Not now, Layla. Come on, let me get you a drink. You need it.” And she tried to lead Layla back to the bar.