West

The western part of the city is often home to the poorer residents. Here there is a grunginess that permeates the town from the graffiti on the once cleaned brick buildings to the broken and unmaintained architecture. Crime runs high within the western half of town, making it the home of supernatural gangs of illicit activities. Such activities are rarely reported, however, and most residents are distrustful of individual's of authorities, and often let the powerful supernatural beings sort things out amongst themselves. Be careful wandering the Western streets after the sun falls.

What You'll Find Here

Black Market
Cull & Pistol
Noah's Ark
Syn

Cry It Out


Posted on May 09, 2019 by Katarina Foster
West


Her resolve was breaking with every look from Kohl and she knew it. With every word from his lips, pleading for them to stay together, for them to work this out, she knew in the end that she would give in cause truly, it's what she wanted more than anything, too. But she was stubborn and never gave in without a fight. She pushed him, even trying to make him think she didn't care about him the same way, that she regretted meeting him. She knew it would hurt but hoped it would sever their ties and made it easier for him to go the other way. But in the end, she always hoped he was stronger than that, and it seemed more and more that she was right. He told her that he was helping from the shadows, stopping Viktor's men from chasing her and even stopping them from getting too far when she was chasing them. It was hard to imagine him doing those things but she knew he wouldn't lie about it.

He even offered to explain it later. She found herself nodding almost absently, still in shock that he was doing all that without her knowledge. How did she not know? Sure, there were those instances where she swore she saw a glimpse of him or smelled his cologne but she just felt her heart aching in those moments and thought it was her heart and min playing tricks on her, torturing her for fun. He came to stand by her at the door, his arm barely brushing her own and she sighed, even in this moment finding contentment in his touch, even if she wouldn't admit it out loud. She tried telling him that there was nothing he could do, trying once more, desperately even, to push him away, making him see the helplessness of this situation so he'd let it go.

But once again he showed his inner strength and said that he wouldn't walk away, that she was his business. She couldn't decide for him. She snorted, unable to help herself. "Seems so." She finally admitted in a low voice, so full of defeat and yet her lips twitched the corners to show the hints of amusement she found in his own stubbornness. When she finally turned to throw herself against his chest, she wasn't surprised to feel his steady arms around her, holding her tight. She'd never felt so safe, so whole. He said that he knew and then he just let her get it out and it felt so good. Maybe this was what she needed all along. When he called her name, she hesitated before looking up, almost afraid of what he wanted to say.

But his words were not what she expected. He wanted to help. He wanted to do it together. He asked her to trust him and asked if she could do that. In answer, she felt a smile tugging at her lips as she wiped her eyes. "Doesn't seem like I have a choice. So yes....I can do that." Her eyes twinkled with the barest hints of humor as she pressed her cheek back against his chest and breathed him in. "Sorry for getting your shirt wet with my tears. Hope you don't get a disease or something." She couldn't help but add in, messing with his OCD nature.


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