All joking fell from Cade's face even her spark of mischievousness in her eyes was gone and was replaced with pain and sadness "Something like that. My dad wanted me to say hi but he's really sick. He doesn't want to leave the house while I, however, can't bare to see him sick so i came to spend time with you and to spend time with Cassie"
Thorne wrinkled his brow. "What kind of sick? How is he?" He asked cautiously.
"He can't even move a limb" Cade looked down with a sad look laced with worry
"Well, haven't you gone to see a doctor? He should be on medication," Thorne asked agitatedly.
Cade snapped and yelled in both anger and sadness as tears ran down her face "HE IS CARSWELL AND IT DOESN'T HELP HIM AT ALL!!"
Thorne sighed, looking to Cress for support. "Okay, okay. Calm down. Getting upset won't fix anything. Your dad - " "He's clearly on the wrong medication," Cress interjected. "I've a friend who could help with that."
Cade looked at Cress "Really?" a small spark of hope in her eyes
Cress nodded. "I'll give him a call in a bit. I'm sure I can convince him to take a look for free," she said, nodding to herself.
"Thank you Cress" Cade gave her a genuine smile that seemed to be pulled down at the edges with sadness
Thorne smiled and plucked another cookie from the center of the table. "You're a genius," he whispered to Cress. "I know," she whispered back, then turned to Cade. "Ok, if you want to write your home address on this," she handed Cade a slip of paper, "I'll have him come to you."
before thorne could eat the cookie Cade snatched it from his hand and ate it herself then wrote down her address on the paper and handed it to Cress
"Wha - hey!" Thorned groaned. "You've had 8 already," Cress berated him, taking the paper and slipping it into her bag. "Sorry it's a bit old-fashioned," she told Cade. "All these official forms should've been electronic by now. Old traditions die hard, I guess," she smiled.
Cade laughed "that is true for some things. and EIGHT COOKIES! Thorne i always knew you were a hog person but that proves you are a pig" thinking why did i say that as she grabbed another cookie
Thorne gasped. "Didn't anyone ever teach you to respect your elders?" He said indignantly.
Cade had finally got her sarcasm back "nope you should know that. I mean my father is your brother" Her laugh was small and pitchy like when she was little
Thorne sighed. "You really are hopeless. That's it. No hope. None," he rambled, earning a swift kick from Cress.
(cade has wolf)
a growl-like noise came from an animal that was beside Cade "Salem!" Cade crouched down and wrapped her arms around the wolf's neck and burried her face in her scruff
Always so eager to fight and protect what they know, Aquila realized. Privileged, all of them, for having murderers as parents, he thought, Sybil's voice dripping in every syllable. She had consistently been right, he knew now. A hand buried itself Aquila's left arm, the nails digging into his flesh. Focus. That was Sybil's voice, this time. "I never said you were a coward."
(Aaah shoot i didn't see this earlier, sorry!)
Vesper shifted, not sure if he should really interfere. But if he didn't, they might never leave him and Aquila alone. "He didn't say you were a coward, or anything of the sort. Just…calm down?" He said slowly, biting his lower lip nervously. Did he say the wrong thing? Probably…
(tis okie!)
Aquila sent a sharp but grateful glance to his partner in crime. Thaumaturge? Should he address Vesper by this title, at this point? The Blackburn shook his head lightly, a soft remainder to stay focused. He nodded, a subtle yet powerful show of his support in Vesper's suggestion. And a wiser decision than talking back to their enemy.
"I'm going to have to agree, though it was nice to hear you speak so confidently," Karina said with a small smile. "However I'm confused as to why you can't show us a game. It's digital, like you said. Harmless, right?" she asked, genuinely curious.
He cocked an amused eyebrow at the girl. "Right," Aquila confirmed, making a show of pointedly glancing at Alana. Glares really weren't as commanding when the other eye could literally be facing the opposite direction, or perhaps he was crossing his eyes - he never knew. He hoped he didn't look like an idiot. "But your… friend… didn't seem to agree." The boy shrugged, innocent as ever.
Vesper went quiet again. At least I didn't say something wrong this time? He thought hopefully. Or maybe I did and I'll get scolded for it later… Sybil's voice echoed in his head, and he blinked, trying to focus on what was happening around him, instead of what had happened in the past.
(I. Want. To. Give. Vesper. Such. A. Big. Hug. Oh. My. Stars.)
(he would be so confused lol. But yes same even tho he's my own character)
(such a mood)