X – The Patron Goddess (es)     WILLIAM VEIL       William quickly tore his gaze away from the irritating, too-bright screen of his laptop, the words practically swimming in his mind's eye like a school of tuna as he turned his head to look away with a tired groan; he had been at it with this report since afternoon... and that was when he noticed his sister flinching somewhat randomly again for what seemed to be the nth time.   Come to think of it, she had been like this all day long since she appeared on his room last night out of nowhere.   A younger him would have definitely jumped and scream in fright at the sight of his older sister creeping out of the shadows like some sort of ghostly apparition from a cheap slasher-horror film but now… William, still half-asleep at that time ju

XII –Bless Us, Sinners         WILLIAM VEIL:                              The werewolf was gazing down at Winters with such obvious affection and longing – and despite his years of growing seeing other people look at his sister like that... quite frankly, this one was kind of making him sick–but judging from the dazed, glassy look Winters was wearing, William could tell that his sister's mind was mercifully too far away from here to process what the actual hell is going on right now.   Good. With how much shit his sister's dealing right now, she didn't deserve this kind of bull, William thought

XIV–Blood is thicker than water       ALASTOR NYX:     That went well, Alastor thought sulkily, dropping face-first on the ridiculously large bed in his too-quiet hotel room, curling in on himself until he was wrapped around the blankets from head to toe like a burrito, a sad burrito, half-wanting to disappear from the face of the earth and never be found again.   The sun has already risen when he got back to his hotel room but the coldness growing within him made it impossible to register the warmth when he felt like he was being followed by a storm cloud.   See?   Even his thoughts are so fucking depressing!   He was aware he probably looked like he had been mugged with his disheveled state, uncarin

XVI – I don't wanna live forever       ALASTOR NYX:       Alastor's eyes slowly went wide.   He looked just as surprised as her and he blinked not only once but twice before wrenching himself away from her arms even though a part of him screeched at being torn apart from his mate without a warning… while a larger part of him was completely horrified at what he just said, how desperate he sounded.    Horrified, alright?   Horrified, I tell you!   “Wait Winters, it's not what you think, I wasn't threatening to off myself! I didn't mean it to sound like that, I just...” he waved his hands helplessly about, “I just–well, you know, you're from the under

XVIII–The white wolf       ALISTAIR NYX:       Alistair Nyx had been peacefully puking his guts outside (fine, maybe he did kind of deserve it, maybe this is the spirit of Nemesis kicking him in the ass right now because getting drunk right off the bat just to delay the inevitable interrogation session from his twin brother was a remarkably bad idea) when he felt rather than heard someone seeming to approach him, their footsteps were near to non-existent… if it weren’t for the hair on the back of his neck seeming to stand up straight in attention at the presence.   And not to mention, this person has a strangely nostalgic scent that would have, should have lowered his guard; it reminded him of a home he could never return to, of a person tha