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Aug. 26th, 2020


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RAIDEN HOWE + BELLAMY HOWE
"FOUND YOU."
AUGUST 20TH | OUTSIDE RAIDEN'S HOUSE | PG-13
(WARNINGS: MILD MENTIONS OF ABUSE)
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Jul. 28th, 2020


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REX HILTS + RAIDEN HOWE
awkwardly running into the ex
JULY 3rd | St. Verdiana Bazaar | PG
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For the most part the Fourth of July festivities were tame in comparison to the Singles Night drama. No drunken fights, no illegal drug deals, no public indecency — it was chalking up to be an easy holiday weekend. Which felt rare anymore during tourist season.

He’d just spent a good hour and a half walking around with Addison and her mom - dodging any and all questions about “settling down” and “kids” and, well, doing his best to save Addison the frustrational spotlight as well. After the conversation had turned onto his more reckless adolescence and the trouble he’d get into with Alex, and after his cheeks had indeed been pinched by the Goodblood matriarch - he made his respectful escape.

The night had been trouble free entirely until, while walking through the crowd outside the church, his gaze settled quite abruptly on the familiar dark haired witch approaching, stopping him in his tracks.

“Raiden..” Rex greeted with an understandable amount of caution.




Tourist season wasn’t something Raiden actively participated in. At best it was a decent influx of business. At worst? An annoyance. She didn’t do well with crowds and possessed an even lower tolerance for anyone under the influence of alcohol.

An exception could be made for St. Veranda’s celebration, however. It was the quaint little craft booths that drew her attention, and though she wouldn’t ever admit it? The impressive fireworks display also had its merits.

After having met her quota of ‘town spirit’ for the year, she set about walking home only to stop dead in her tracks when she caught sight of a frustratingly familiar figure. Avoiding him, for the most part, proved to be easier than she anticipated. It was for the best really. He was just a reminder of how her emotions had gotten the better of her.

Keeping her expression indifferent as she approached, she brushed her wild hair out of her face. “Rex...”




Ideally, he should have just left it at their little exchange and just, walked away — but part of him was curious as to how she was fairing.

She looked the same as he remembered, though significantly less upset than some of their previous encounters. Which arguably had been his doing. But, they were in a very public setting and he doubted the need to worry about being hexed. Again.

Curse anyone lately? Was the burning question in his mind, but he settled for a civil; “Enjoying the evening?” as he rested his hands on his hips.




Having only used hexes for personal reasons twice in her life, Raiden liked to believe that lesson was learned. Not once since Rex had the magic crackled from her fingertips with malicious intent. She liked to believe she possessed a better control over her emotions now, but then again? They hadn’t exactly been tested in quite some time.

It was probably for the best this encounter was occurring in a public setting. She already received enough side eying from Addison in regards to Rex...she didn’t need to add a public temper tantrum into the mix. At that notion, she prevented herself from drawing her lips up in disgust. Addy or no Addy, stooping to that level would be extremely unacceptable.

Calming all of those thoughts spinning about her mind, she finally turned her naturally calculating gaze upon him properly. He was the same as she remembered as well. “Somewhat. I was just on my way home. And you, sheriff?”

Small talk. Great.




Sheriff. Impersonal usage of his title? Rex knew to tread lightly.

“Oh, I’m sorry for gettin’ in your way,” the werewolf said - though made no motion to move or end their interaction. “Just making my rounds and all. Spent a little time with Addy and her mom,” he explained calmly.

And that was all he got.

With his jaw jutted a little, he pursed his lips awkwardly in silence for a moment. While his habit of love ‘em and leave ‘em was still very much there, Rex at least tried to be more upfront about it now. Being stuck as a wolf for a month tended to leave a lasting impression on a guy.

“So uh.. You been doing okay?” Rex asked finally after a pause, his trademark charm seeming to falter in the presence of the raven haired witch.




“Isn’t everyone in everyone’s way during these things,” she asked- gesturing to the crowd around them. Despite herself, Raiden’s lips quirked up into a hint of an amused smile at the mention of Addy and her mother. She could only imagine the topics of conversation.

She continued to watch him carefully, noting the way his lips pursed and the awkward silence fell over them. Raiden detested moments like these. There was absolutely no way to rationalize them, especially when they were fueled by irrational emotions. Damn. She should have turned on her heel the moment she saw him, but that was also an unacceptable course of action.

At his question her eyebrow arched and she folded one arm over her chest to grasp the other with her hand. “I’ve been well. Same monotonous routine, different day. And you? I trust you are okay as well?” Her head tilted then, as her expression softening slightly.

Although she knew, without a shadow of a doubt, if she could turn back time her actions against Rex would produce the same results? That didn’t mean she couldn’t be remorseful. It was an odd sensation when standing directly in front of him.




“Uh.. yeah I suppose so,” he admitted quietly after a thoughtful pause. The crowd was arguably the worst part of it - having to bob and weave through the sea of bodies to get to your destination. Still, he preferred the seemingly innocent holiday fun over alcohol induced craziness from Temptation.

Rex couldn't help but watch as her posture shifted somewhat, his gaze watching her hands as if they’d somehow work their magic quietly against him right where she stood. “Good, that’s good,” he said a little distractedly before his gaze lifted once more.

“And pretty much the same?” The Sheriff almost sounded unsure in his answer. “Same shit, different day,” he agreed with a little more confidence and a small grin.

Of course, the full moon was Sunday night - which meant a lot for him but apparently witches used the lunar cycle extensively. “Got anything interesting planned for Sunday night?”




Raiden wanted to roll her eyes when she caught how he watched her hands. She couldn’t really blame him, but perhaps it was a little amusing that he was still wary of her. That was what she preferred with most people anyhow.

“It makes your job easier, does it not? At least you know what to expect.” She was of course well aware of the impending full moon, which wasn’t ever predictable, or so she assumed given his nature.

When he questioned her own plans, Raiden couldn’t help the grin that spread across her face. “Interested in my extracurriculars now, Rex?”




“Sometimes,” he admitted.

Usually one good full moon meant that shit was going to hit the fan on the next - at least in his experience. He hoped his own superstition was proven wrong, but he was going to enjoy the calm while he could.

And he obviously hadn’t known what to expect with her after their brief relationship.

The impish grin probably should have made him more cautious, but it actually put him a little more at ease. “Just wondering if I have to find an opposite part of the woods to stick to,” he replied, raising his hands in the air in the universal sign of innocence/surrender. “If you have to do any of your…stuff,” he said, wiggling his fingers in the air and pursing his lips to hide a faint grin of his own.




If she were anyone else, Raiden may have laughed at the turn their conversation had taken. As she watched his hands raise, the amusement of the situation wasn’t lost on her. So, she offered him a harmless wiggle of her own fingers. “Don’t worry that ridiculous hat off of your head, Sheriff.”

As a rule, Raiden tried to avoid the woods during a full moon. She didn’t too much care for mingling with the wolf population while channeling the moon’s energy- for reasons beyond what transpired between Rex and herself. Having to be wary during whatever task she intended to perform didn’t produce desirable results.

Her spells required her full attention.

“I have zero plans that involve any part of the woods you may be occupying.”




Rex was all for playing nice to keep up appearances, but her mentioning his hat like that caused him to frown significantly. And she was calling him Sheriff again - which somehow, coming from the raven-haired witch, seemed belittling.

He should have said something along the lines of that’s good, enjoy the rest of your night, I’ll be off — but she made fun of his hat and called him Sheriff. Rex shrugged nonchalantly, glancing down at the gravel as he nudged a pebble with his boot. “What if I plan to occupy all of it? I can cover a lot of ground in my shift,” the werewolf said, just to try and be difficult and get the same rise out of her that she was well onto getting from him.




Raiden watched him carefully, managing to keep the amusement revolving around the fact that her prodding was getting to him well hidden. She knew she should probably let this little exchange go and leave him to the rest of his evening, but she just couldn’t help herself.

Then he was throwing his difficult words at her, and while they were deserved given her behavior? Any amusement she was finding in their current situation faded, as she shifted her stance a bit at his words. “I suppose I would stay out of the woods then, wouldn’t I,” she stated calmly- though obviously provoked by his comment.




He was pleased; the faint smirk stretching the corners of his lips upwards making it obvious… But it was short-lived when her tone seemed to change and make her stance more foreboding. That caution crept back in, and Rex was reaching up to adjust his hat unnecessarily. Gaining his composure, and control, back. “Surely the woods are big enough for the both of us?” he asked quietly, almost as if he were apologetic.

If needed, he could put their differences, and emotionally charged and complicated past, aside for the sake of civility. But really he was just worried about her hexing his house or something if he managed to push her too far.




Oh, how she wanted to knock that hat right off his head when that smirk stretched across his features, but then an uneasy awkwardness filled the space between them. Raiden was suddenly keenly aware of just why she avoided social situations with Rex . Normally she could control her herself better than this.

At his quiet words, she forced all of those past emotions back down in hopes of locking them up again. Just like that, Rai seemed to relax a bit- gaining some semblance of control. “I do not see why we can’t share. We’ve been doing so for awhile now.”

They could be civil, right? It would make things far easier if she could find it in her to ease his mind. With just a simple admission that she refused to use her hexing abilities, Raiden could make all of this far less complicated...but she wouldn’t. She wasn’t entirely sure he would believe her and a tiny part of her? The part that still held a grudge? Didn’t want to give him the satisfaction.




It was a relief, not to be met with a silent glare in response. The air no longer seeming as dangerously charged - even though it was mostly his own fault. “That’s good… Great,” Rex assured her after a pause.

He cleared his throat gently and looked around, hoping to spot Dallas or Riggs or Addy or just.. anyone who could cut in and save them both from the awkwardness. But then his thoughts quickly took a turn toward all the rumors that were starting to circulate. “No one’s been giving you a hard time, right?” Other than him, obviously. “Nothing overly strange that you’ve heard or seen?”

Rex liked when his work was primarily human problems, but he knew with their town it was difficult to avoid the occasional troublesome supernatural creature. Usually, they sorted themselves out amongst one another, but again - he was starting to hear rumors of things moving through town. Which meant the possibility of trouble. And yeah, part of him still held concern for Raiden’s well being.




Raiden offered a ‘hmm’ in agreement and even ventured as far as to allow her lips to tug up into a small smile.

It was awkward and she would rather be anywhere else in that moment, sure, but she supposed there wasn’t any reason they couldn’t achieve some sort of civility. His question gave her pause. No one ever gave her a hard time, not really. Mostly they just tended to avoid her. Outside of Addy and her usual clientele, she didn’t have much interaction. “Overly strange seems to be this town’s mantra does it not? Par for the course? But, no I have not been given a hard time. They tend to avoid the scary town witch.”

One of the perks of such an existence afforded the luxury of quiet, and quiet meant she could pick up on all the little rumors that flitted about through the air. As of late they were a tad bit more concerning than the usual gossip, and perhaps her thoughts had traveled to Rex’s responsibilities and well being a few times.




Rex… had absolutely no place to try and argue. And he didn’t really want to? If he did it would only cause an internalization of him trying to rationalize how Raiden wasn’t the scary town witch. Still, part of him felt as though it was an unfair title. Even if he had witnessed her abilities first hand, and rightfully so -- he had reason to think such things but… the whole town didn’t.

“Could be worse,” he started, shifting somewhat as his brain practically screamed ‘just agree about the town mantra and leave’. “I mean, you could be ugly and scary?” the werewolf offered. And, in his mind, it really was a compliment as his general thoughts on witches, despite growing up with the Goodbloods, still brought forth images of green-skinned wart-covered hags.




For a moment, Raiden could only stare at him as the words fell off his lips. She felt like one of those ridiculous memes from the internet with big white letters that said ‘internally screaming’. She never understood the fascination with that type of humor, but that was all she could think of while her opposing colored eyes continued to stare at him for much longer than they should have.

“Was that a compliment,” she asked without really needing or wanting an answer. “Right. Well, I should get home. Enjoy the rest of your evening, Rex…” Rai possessed every intention of leaving it at that, and she would have magicked her mouth shut if she could have before saying the next part. “...and do be mindful of the overly strange in this town.”

With that, the witch turned on her heel- leaving him and the frustrating suggestion that she wanted him to be safe behind her.

Mar. 25th, 2020


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