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

but this is getting good now


Posted on January 20, 2021 by Samantha Cassidy
West


       
       

so why'd you have to rain on my parade?


       

I'm shaking my head. I'm locking the gates.


Even with the reassurances that the threat to her boyfriend were extinguished, Samantha could still feel the anxiety rising and rising within her, as well as the rage that radiated from Troy. How quickly those thoughts threatened to overwhelm her in a way that seemed unfamiliar to her now. Emotions from crowds would still disrupt the young fae, but from two people she knew and loved? She shouldn't be this influenced by them. The pregnancy was certainly getting to her, and yet she made no efforts to tell the people around her just how overwhelmed she was feeling. Instead, she did her best to continue to ease the tension in the room, her power still, thankfully, coming easily to her.

Those blue eyes focusing in on her made her heart flutter, a small smile coming to her lips simply from Kit's attention. She squeezed his hand gently, listening to the tale of just how he had escaped from those so hellbent on trying to end his life to prolong their own. How terrifying it must have been for Kit to be alone through that, unable to do anything to defend himself or to get back to his brother. For years and years. Samantha still had nightmares and her own torment had only lasted a little over a week. Samantha had only just opened her mouth to comment on just how brave she thought the man beside her was when those dark, smoky tendrils pushed her hand out of his. Samantha looked down at the mess that she had created, only then realizing what she had unknowingly done. With a curse, she jumped to her feet, the darkness disappearing nearly as quickly as she had noticed it. It was Troy's words that caused her to look at him, her features clearly twisted into frustrated confusion. "It doesn't feel badass. You've known me long enough to know what my powers are capable of. Not being able to control them fully is terrifying."

Still, that was hardly what the fae girl wanted to discuss, instead turning her attention back to the matter of safety. How relieving it was to be reassured that there were none coming after him - or her by proxy. That their pure blooded fae child would be safe, or at least as safe as it could possibly be given the circumstances. Samantha smiled gently at his extended arms, easily moving towards him and into his awaiting arms. She wrapped her arms around his middle, drawing herself in close. For a moment, she simply stood there and took in the entirety of him. His scent, his steady heartbeat, the easy way she could feel his contentment and slight worry for her well being. She'd thought she'd been in love before, once, but had it compared to this?

But that contentment was sure to be short lived, Samantha raising her head as Troy stood, insisting on the last known location, to go there himself? Samantha frowned, shaking her head immediately. "No, neither of you will go there again. It's not safe. That's an..." Samantha cut herself off as she looked at Troy, realizing then that she had no authority to command him, at least not in the way that she had before. And yet she'd never wanted to be able to command him as much as she did in this moment, to insure the safety of the two fae men that she cared about so deeply. "Troy, I... I don't want you going there." She said finally, reaching up to push a lock of her red hair out of her face before she turned to Kit. "And as for you, I definitely don't want you there. I lost someone already due to something like this, I can't go through that again. With either of you." Her eyes flitted to Troy then, hoping he knew exactly the situation she'd spoken of. Troy, after all, had been there to see the aftermath of Aiden's death, and seen the broken fae she'd been.

"No more talk of revenge or scoping out the last known location. Tonight, you're not hunters. You're going to be brothers and you're going to catch up." She said firmly. And though she was no longer a queen, her voice held all the command that Dorian had once taught her. "Now, shall we order dinner or should I find something to cook?"

this is why we can't have nice things


       

Samantha Cassidy


 

 





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