Sugar and Spite

Palm Beach Royals: Reunited At Sea

Cole Alexander Young

^{Cole ⚓ 29 ⚓ Professional Bull Rider / Ranch Owner ⚓ Thoren Bradley ⚓ FDFF4F}

⚓ A B O U T M E

• First born son of Samuel ‘Sam’ Young, and his first wife, Janette. Sam was a few years older than Janette, and they initially hit it off when they met one day at the local bar. Their romance was passionate and short lived when Janette had learned that Sam had cheated, and had had a child with another woman.
• Cole remained close with his mother his whole life, spending every weekend at her house.
• Born and raised in a small Texas town until his step-mothers career moved the family to Palm Beach when Cole was entering Sophomore year.
• His high-school life was fairly plain Jane. He never cared much for the academic side of things, but he was surprised that things like math and history came to him easily. Played as a defensive lineman on the football team, and was a more of a background character at the party scene. Cole enjoyed having a few drinks and grilling out for his fellow classmates when he could.
• Cole’s father always wanted him to be a lawyer, but Cole had always planned to take care of the family ranch after graduation. The young man never went to college, and instead moved back to Texas shortly after graduation. Since then, he’s worked on keeping the ranch in order. He makes a small profit from the ranch by selling cattle & horses, and the ranches (small and new) clothing line. The majority of Coles personal money comes from his career as a professional bull rider with the PBR. He went pro at the age of 24.
• Likes a good scotch, but has never partaken in the devils lettuce though the thought has absolutely crossed his mind.
• Was raised by a traditional cowboy to be a traditional cowboy. Believes in hard work, giving you the shirt of his own back, and is honestly one of the least judgemental people that you’ll ever meet.
• Cole and Avery’s relationship was full of love and rivalry while growing up. He’s sure that Avery hated him for the majority of their childhood, but honestly - that girl is his biggest weakness.

Palm Beach Royals: Reunited At Sea

Post a random fact about yourself.

Trying to line up a job out of state next year.

Aiming for Colorado.

New song reference time

"They say that pressure makes diamonds; How the hell am I still coal?"

_{Coal - Dylan Gossett}

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Banned for laying forever.

The Witches & Warlocks of Tanner 2.0

The last few weeks in Tanner had been hectic for the Rosales family. Driving back and forth to Seattle while managing the family’s restaurant had taken up the vast majority of her time, leaving very little room for Reyna to get involved in or worry about Coven matters. In times like these, she felt like a rather horrible witch. Being torn between your blood and magical families was an indescribable feeling - one that she found leaving a bad taste in her mouth. Erin was nice enough to update her from time to time. Reyna had reached out to some of her friends to make sure that they were okay, but for the most part she had received radio silence in return. She chose to think it was because they were busy with their own issues.

With her mother returning from her business trip just a few days prior, Reyna was now free to do as she pleased around Tanner. Though she was the youngest in her family, Reyna found herself looking after her siblings in times like these. Maybe now with her mother home she wouldn’t have to worry about who had clean socks to wear. The young woman really hoped to get back into her Coven duties, and hoped even more that her friends wouldn’t judge her for ghosting them for the last few months.

She had spent days going through her closet, doing her best to find something in her closet that would be considered formal instead of slutty. It turned out that the young woman didn’t have many options to choose from. She had settled on a crop top and long skirt combo. While the sleeves fell off the shoulders, and there was a split in the skirt all the way up to her thigh - she hoped that her choice in fashion wouldn’t draw to many unwarranted comments tonight. Reyna had decided to lightly accessorise with large hoop earrings, and her makeup was just as simple. She had chosen to stick to a more nude and natural look tonight, hoping that her ‘new look’ would show how much she had matured.

The brunette had rode in the back seat of her brother's car to the Handover Ceremony. She had kept her eyes glued on the scenery outside of the window, her invitation in hand the whole way there. The young woman had always believed that she was lucky to have grown up in such a beautiful place.

Once they had arrived, Reyna climbed out of the car, made sure her outfit was properly adjusted, and waltzed into the Handover Ceremony right behind her brothers. She had exchanged a few small pleasantries with Carlisle and a woman she didn’t know.

Walking into the room, the Rosales woman kept her head held high, plucking a glass of champagne from one of the passing waiter's trays. A small, warm smile appeared on her face here and there as she waved back to the few people who recognized her. She was searching desperately for someone who she talked to at least on a semi-regular basis to no avail.

That was when she had seen the scene unfolding by the entrance. So many faces that she didn’t know, with so many fists flying around them. The thought made her down the second half of her champagne in one go. A nearby waiter gave her a some-what judging look - but Reyna didn’t mind. Reaching for another, she was trying not to stare as Amanda Aston was dragged away.

Soon after came Carlisle’s speech. She stood and listened as he bore his low self-esteem and mommy issues to the world, but all in all, there wasn’t much to complain about. Reyna had never had much to hold against the Aston boy, and only time would tell how horrible or magnificent of a leader he would be. It would be wrong to jump to conclusions so soon.

With a sigh, the young woman found a nice chair on the outskirts of the room to settle into. Soaking in the scenery, Reyna was more than sure that this was about to be an eventful night.

The Witches & Warlocks of Tanner 2.0

_{Starring: Lilith Montgomery, John Montgomery, & Salem De SIlva}

The only thing that Lilith Montgomery wanted to do right now was drink.

In the spirit of transparency - Lilith had never dreamed of living past the age of eighteen. She had all but checked out of this world by then, and the fact that she was still stuck in it pissed her off on a daily basis. Regardless of that fact, the young woman kept pushing herself every day to do what she could to build some sort of life for herself.

During those quiet moments when she envisioned her future, Lilith had seen Miles from time to time, sure. But she had never imagined herself as a wife or mother. No white dresses or hospital beds, dirty diapers or wedding bands. The Montgomery line had stopped with Lilith twenty-three years ago, and she had made as much peace with that as she could while constantly having Cordelia telling her she was destined for great things.

Lilith was pretty sure that pregnancy wasn’t a ‘great thing’. Not in her case. Not with Miles. Not now.

She had returned to the main room of the Coven house, doing the best that she could to appear calm and collected. Spotting her grandfather at the drinks table, Lilith had beelined over to him right before Carlisle’s speech had started. Slipping her hand into the older man's calloused grasp, Lilith held on for dear life. Her energy had been focused on giving Carlisle glances of encouragement during those awkward moments when their eyes met. His voice, on the other hand, was drowned out by the roar in her ears.

Lilith’s grasp tightened on her grandfathers even further, the world threatening to slip out from under her feet. A plethora of images flashed before her, showing the past, present and future simultaneously. Visions of a dark haired woman, paperwork strown out across a hospital bed. Oddly familiar blonde and dark haired figures walking into the Coven house. Salem wielding the sky in her hands. The young womans blood turned cold, a shaky breath escaping her lips as John shot her a look of concern. Before she had time to collect her thoughts, the Guild Leader's hand was on Lilith’s shoulder once more that night.

”Lilith,” Salem nearly cooed. ”I’d really like your assistance with something,” she explained, her eyes now resting on the eldest Montgomery. ”John, would you mind coming along for back up,” she asked.

With a shrug of his shoulders, John led his granddaughter along beside him as they followed Salem to the Alchemy lab. It was taking everything that Lilith had in her to put one foot in front of the other and not shout at Salem. What did she have planned? Did she know Lilith was pregnant? How would Salem react if she did know? Would it matter if Miles wasn’t related to whoever this Aloysius character was?

”Lilly,” she heard her grandfather whisper. ”What’s going on?”

Shaking her head, Lilith ignored his question, keeping her eyes glued onto the back of Salem's head.

As they entered the room, John had taken a seat beside Salem. Lilith chose to stand, looking at the glass in the other woman's hands that she hadn’t noticed earlier. She hadn’t pegged the Guild Leader for a whiskey kind of woman.

”So,” John questioned. ”What are we doing here?”

”Mr. Montgomery,” Salem began, crossing her legs at the knee as she made eye contact with the man. ”I have suspicion to believe that Miles Price is the son of Aloysius Leighton - a magi war criminal from one of our great lineages. I also believe that your granddaughter is pregnant with his child.”

As the last sentence fell from the woman's mouth, her eyes met Lilith’s. Goosebumps ran up the brunette's arms as she looked towards John.

”How in the goddamned fucking hell –” the old man shouted as he rose from his chair. Angry at and for Lilith, his eyes stayed glued onto Salem, knowing full well that she was the threat at the moment.

Eyes as sharp as daggers, Salem glared at Mr. Montgomery. ”Sit down before I kill you faster than cancer,” she grumbled, clearly not entertained.

”Thank you ma’am, but I prefer to stand,” John responded, now standing behind the chair he was sitting in as he gripped onto the back of it for support. Looking at Lilith, he sighed. ”Is it true, Lilly?”

Lilith had shoved her hands into her pockets now, balling her hands into fists as she did so.
”I don’t know,” she answered, her voice a hoarse whisper. Clearing her throat, the young woman kept her eyes glued onto her feet, careful not to look at either of the authoritative figures before her. ”Mary confided in her powers and got a clear yes in response, but I haven’t taken a test or anything, and I really had just –” Voice thick, Lilith shook her head as she blinked the tears from her eyes. ”I reckon so.”

Lips pursed, Salem studied the girl from head to toe. ”It’s more than true, Lilith,” she cut in. ”There’s so much power coming from you right now it’s almost as if you are a magi, my dear.” Taking a deep breath, Salems eyes furrowed. ”It’s hard to tell, since you’re so early on. It’s a strange thing indeed. Multiple sources of power are just radiating off of you.”

”Multiple,” John questioned incredulously.

Nodding her head, Salem's eyes never left Lilith’s figure. ”Five total. Hers, the boys, and if I had to guess… she’s having triplets.”

”Stop talking about me as if I’m not right here,” Lilith snapped.

”Watch yourself,” Salem warned.

It was now Liliths turn to glare daggers.

”Triplets,” was all that John could manage, echoing Salem once more.

Wasting no time, the Guild Leader now cut to the chase. Picking up the glass, Salem used her free hand to lift a few droplets of water from the rim. ”Now that that’s out of the way. I’ve collected one of the glasses that Miles was drinking from this evening. Both of you are necromancy users, yes? I’ve heard of a spell that allows you to track lineages as long as you have a piece of the person in question. Is that true?”

”Last time I used that spell was thirty years ago,” John grumbled.

”Can you,” Salem asked Lilith.

”Never tried it, and even if I had, I’m not sure I want to help you put a target on my back.” she quipped.

Tilting her head to the side, Salem took a deep breath before speaking. ”Ms. Montgomery. I can assure you that I’ll get my answers and handle my problems either with or without your help. Now all I need you to do is focus on the question at hand, and channel it into the water. Simple enough, right?”

Still very clearly not pleased with the situation at hand, Lilith crossed her arms. ”Fine.”

Over the next few minutes, John had located one of the world maps that The Coven kept stored in the various corners of the Alchemy lab. Don’t ask Lilith why it was here. All she knew was that they had found it, which now meant she really had to do this spell. No matter the outcome, she hoped that Miles would forgive her.

Salem continued to control the water, focusing on the small sphere floating in the air above the middle of the map.

”I can’t believe I’m playing with Miles’s spit,” Lilith grumbled.
”I think you’ve been playing with more than that,” John responded sarcastically.

Lilith was sure to glare at her grandfather for a moment before turning back to stare at her intended target. Taking a deep breath, Lilith focused all of her energy into the one question before nodding to Salem. Once the other woman had let her control of the sphere fade, the liquid fell onto the paper, showing no signs of going anywhere.

A silence filled the air as everyone kept their eyes glued onto the map.

John sighed again. Salem looked pissed. Lilith didn’t know what to feel. She was about to turn and head for the door when the water finally began to move.

It broke off into a few smaller circles, all of them headed towards North America. Four of them had settled in Garden City, New York, one of the others in Tanner - right in the center of town where the Coven house was located. The last seemed hesitant, almost as if it was trying to decide which way to go. Lilith watched the last droplet vibrate in place before darting off to go place itself right beside the other one that had landed itself in Tanner.

”Fuck,” Salem growled. Pointing at the larger collection of droplets, she began to explain. ”That’s Lola and her children.” Moving her finger to point at the others, she continued. ”That’s Miles. And that’s Aloysius.”

”How do you know?”

”The spell wouldn’t have even worked to begin with unless Aloysius and Miles were related. Additionally, Aloysius’s sister Lola lives in Garden City with her three children. Miles is in Tanner. And it appears that his father is too.”

”So Al is Miles’s father…”

”And you’re carrying Miles’s children,” John finished.

As Lilith looked back up at Salem, all she could sense from the woman was rage. The image that she was just shown minutes before flashed in her mind once again, making Lilith stand on edge.

”Thank you for your help,” the Guild Leader spoke to no one in particular. ”If you’ll excuse me, I have other matters to attend to. We’ll reconvene on your… issue, later.” As she spoke, the more and more upset Salem sounded. Her crossed arms and furrowed brow only added to that fact.

”Issue?” Lilith responded, her voice hollow.

”We’ll have to discuss specifics. Surely you don’t want to have those children?”
Glaring once again, Lilith could stop the venom dripping from her words. ”What if I do want to, Salem?”

Eyebrows raised, the older woman was already headed for the door. She couldn’t waste time arguing with a child when Aloysius was in the building. Hand now on the door knob, Salem turned to look at Lilith before responding. ”I have way bigger fish to fry, darling. Quite literally. Now. Like I said - we’ll discuss specifics later.”

As Salem turned the knob, all that Lilith could feel was rage and fear. She didn’t know what to say or do as Salem exited the room. Attacking her was a suicide mission, but she didn’t want to see anyone harmed, and Salem seemed as if she was on a war path.

Turning to John, the young woman began to break down. ”I’m sorry,” she began, the first of the tears beginning to fall. ”I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.”

Closing the small distance between them, John embraced his granddaughter in a tight hug. ”It’s gonna be okay, Lilly. You just need to go and find Miles right now, okay?”

Wiping her face, Lilith nodded her head as John held the door open for her.

The young Montgomery had no idea what the next few hours - or life in general - had in store for her.

All she knew was that she had better buckle up for the ride.

Post a random fact about yourself.

I really just want to buy a piece of land somewhere close-ish to the ocean, and turn it into a sanctuary of sorts.

I want a big ass garden that the whole community can eat out of, if they so chose. Food and water bowls stationed on the porch for all of the stray animals, and my yard will always be the one where the neighborhood kids can come to play.

I just want to be the silly little old lady that takes care of her community.

The Witches & Warlocks of Tanner 2.0

_{A @HaleyTheRandom & @SouffleGirl123 Collab; Featuring Mary Price & Lilith Montgomery.}

Only moments after her realization Mary hurried to find Lilith, leaving Claire with a promise to return for shots. Hurrying between rooms and quickly disengaging from conversations from other ex-coven members. On most days she'd slow her pace for her old comrades and seniors but today was different. She wanted to get to Lilith before anyone else in their little group got to her… or Miles.

She opened doors to side rooms and near hidden pathways she used to find Lilith and Miles back in her time as a coven member. It was when she went to the potion room the somewhat familiar scent of blunts danced in the air, trailing from the verandah. With a sigh the woman beelines for the verandah door, opening it to see Lilith with a blunt in her hand. She pokes her head through the opening she made with the door and looks the young woman up and down. Looking up and down at the woman's outfit she couldn’t help but give a chuckle. Although Lilith resembled her mother in many ways her fashion sense was far from one of them.

"How'd ya ma feel about you not wearing a dress tonight?" she asks playfully with a chuckle, an attempt to keep the air light even if Lil could detect her inner panic. "You do look lovely, dear. Can I steal some of your time for a moment? Somewhere a bit more private?"

After her conversation with Salem, Lilith had decided to step out onto the veranda to watch the rest of the setting sun fade into the night. She was good at acting calm and diplomatic in situations such as these, but she still couldn’t help the way her hands shook as she removed the prize from her pants pocket. Leaning against the handrail, Lilith drowned out the quiet hum of voices coming from inside the house by focusing on the sound of the crickets below.

The Handover ceremony was something that Lilith had both looked forward to, and dreaded. After today - there were no more excuses. They were the real adults, and they had to handle all of the issues now. From now on, she was going to be one of the ones people had no choice but to run to. All in all - Lilith wasn’t sure if she was up for the challenge.

Turning her head as she took another drag, Lilith couldn’t help but give a small smile at Mary’s comment. ”She had some words to say, but I think she’ll survive,” the young woman joked, her eyes now meeting her godmothers. Even without Lilith using powers, it was easy to see that Mary was frazzled. ”I don’t see why not,” she responded once more with a shrug of her shoulders. ”If you can think of somewhere more private than this - lead the way.”

"You might wanna put that out," she says softly, nodding her head toward the blunt. She then gives the young woman a warm smile and squeezes her hand before leading her back into the house. "How're you holdin' up?" she asks as they walk through the many corridors of the house.

Taking another drag, Lilith complied with the older woman's request by squishing the end of the blunt under her boot before shoving it back in her pocket. She didn’t have the heart or fight to tell Mary that she had smoked many times before in the Coven house. Letting Mary lead the way, the young woman shrugged her shoulders before responding.

”’Bout as well as anyone can do when they’re about to be given the responsibilities of a secret society. Mom’s not caused a scene yet has she?”

At Lilith’s question Mary gave a light chuckle, leading her into one of the small bedrooms of the house. A suitcase sat tucked in the corner with some of its contents pulled out around it. With all the visitors she knew all the rooms were probably in use and could only hope this room’s occupant wouldn’t need to come back in. "Y’know your ma, she can’t help herself,” she says closing the door quietly, a small smile playing on her lips as she reflected on the earlier fight, "That one might be on me though,”

Mary turns back to look at Lil. How was she meant to have this conversation? She wasn’t sure but she knew Lilith would rather get the news like this than from an angry Salem. That was assuming she didn’t know. "So, anythin’ new between you and Milo?” she asks the young woman, sitting on the bed. She pats the spot next to her, willing the girl to join. She was hoping if Lilith knew she’d be willing to give that information up.

So Claire had done something - and Mary was reluctant to share. That was different. Oftentimes, Mary and Lilith had stood in a corner and narrated or made fun of the fights that Claire had gotten into. For Mary not to come right out and describe whatever was going on for Lil was a strange thing indeed.

As they walked into the room, Lilith took her seat beside Mary while doing the best that she could not to read into the other woman's emotions. The uneasiness radiating from her was hard to ignore as Lilith took her place on the edge of the bed.

”Not really,” she replied, clearing the raspiness from her throat. ”Just been tryin’ to get used to things again.” With a sigh, Lilith let the silence feel the room for just a moment before speaking again. ”Why? Did he do something? Did I do something?”

Mary attempts to give the young woman a comforting smile. "No… well yes. Not on purpose, I don’t think,” she replies meekly, stumbling over her words slightly. Mary wasn’t usually one to stumble over her words. She gave a long deep sigh, trying to recollect herself. "Look, Lil, it might sound like I’m oversteppin’ here and if the situation was different I just well might be but… I think you might be pregnant. Actually, I know, the divination don’t lie.” She looks up at Lilith awaiting her reaction before dropping anything else on her.

A small ”Oh” was all that Lilith could muster as she attempted to process what Mary was saying. After Claire had presumably passed away, Lilith had turned to godmother for help and training with her Divination; she would never doubt Mary Price. Even still -

”Surely not,” she replied, with a short laugh. ”I mean we only… you know - ” Struggling for words, the young woman made vague motions with her hands. ”Like once. Maybe twice. Okay maybe three times but -” Lilith's ramble was cut short when she met Mary's gaze of sympathy.

At that moment, all of the puzzle pieces seemed to snap right into place. Lilith couldn’t lie that she had had her own suspicions - from the tightening of her jeans, to her hormones being wack as shit - but she had just chalked it all up to stress.

”I mean - that’s that, I guess? You know I won’t believe it until I see if for myself, so of course I’ll grab a test soon but how the fuck am I supposed to tell Kane?” The more that Lilith spoke, the more the panic set in.

Mary remained silent as Lilith went through a spiral that was reminiscent of the one she had had herself when she was not much older. She could do none but just remain silent, sympathy drawn on her face. "I’d offer to do it for you but honestly dear, it should come from you,” Mary replies, her eyes remaining on Lilith. She wished she could just slowly tell her everything over a course of days, long enough to not be overwhelming but she knew with the risk of Salem at her right after the ceremony that was far from possible.

She gives her another forced smile before continuing on. Mary knew it’d do none with Lilith’s abilities being able to read into her inner turmoil but it was a natural response at this point. "I wish I could say that’s all but you need to know something else,” Mary pursed her lips as the frustrations of the situation Miles’ father had put the family in came to the surface. "Miles’ father is magi- that I knew from the beginnin’. Miles was born with a birthmark but honestly I assumed it was a heritage thing considerin’ his powers are more common in witches and warlocks but uh-. Lil, I talked to Salem and she’s very convinced his father is Aloysius Leighton. Y’know, the kid who started the magi war.” Mary rubs the bridge of her nose. "I’m so sorry Lil, if she’s right-”

Shaking her leg a hundred miles a minute, Lilith was currently going through every scenario imaginable on how to break the news to Miles. They had just gotten back together, and everything was going relatively smooth. Did Miles even want to be a dad? Did she want to be a mom? Was John going to kill him? Was Claire? Was Carlisle going to have a heart attack? Her questions and scenarios were cut short by the word magi.

Listening to the rest of what Mary had to say, Lilith shook her head in protest as she stood up from the bed. Beginning to pace the bedroom floor, the young woman pulled her shirt sleeves up to her elbows as she ran her hands through her hair. ”I think I’m gonna lose it,” she warned. ”My boyfriends a magi. Cool, cool.” As she spoke, it was easy to tell that Lilith was trying to sooth herself by sorting her thoughts aloud once more.
”The son of a war criminal,” she muttered. ”I’m carrying a war criminal's grandchild. A magi war criminal.” Throwing her hands in the air, the young woman could help the manic laughter that escaped. ”What the fuck.”

”Leighton,” Lilith pondered, still pacing back and forth as she played with the name. The - hopefully - final realization hit the young woman like a ten ton weight, stopping her dead in her tracks. She felt her face grow hot, tears pooling in her eyes as a fear filled chill ran down her spine. Looking at her godmother, Lilith sighed, clearly defeated. ”Mary… Mary, no,” she protested weakly, now fully realizing what all of this meant.

Mary sighed a heavy sigh. Seeing her goddaughter in turmoil like this hurt her. Knowing she had a hand in it, no matter if it was unknowingly, hurt her even more. "Lil,” she says gently, gripping onto the younger woman’s shoulders to hold her in place. She sends a wave of calming energy through the girl before pulling her into a tight hug. "Look, you and I both know this baby’s gonna be… controversial to put it lightly. It’s gonna work out, ok? If ya want to have it you got me and Miles, and your mamma and John- I’m sure he’d shoot at anyone who looks at that kid wrong,”

Mary pulls back and produces a tissue from her pocket. She works at wiping away the young woman’s tears. "Look, I’m not saying it’ll be easy but we can make this work,”

Returning Mary's hug and taking the tissue, Lilith shrugged her shoulders in response. ”If by making this work you mean starting world war three, sure,” she joked. ”I don’t think Salem is going to let her mortal enemy's bloodline get any further than it already has.”

"You don’t know that,” Mary mutters, tucking some loose strands of hair behind her goddaughter’s ear. Despite trying to keep the mood up, even without empathic abilities it would be obvious that she wasn’t so convinced herself. "Who knows, Salem might be more graceful than we think. It’s not that Miles was raised by his father, might be enough to hold her back? For now, though, you should probably think about more important things. Like whatcha gonna do about this baby.”

Yeet myself off of a cliff didn’t seem like the appropriate response. Maybe Lilith didn’t have the right to act like everything was as bad as she was making it out to be, but that still didn’t help the fact that she felt like the world was crashing from beneath her feet. With Mary’s help, the tears had stopped flowing, however it was still easy to tell that Lilith was pretty shaken about the whole ordeal.

”I never thought of myself as a mom,” she answered almost too quickly. ”Figured I had drank and smoke so much that my eggs were either pickled or fried, honestly.” Taking another deep breath to steady her nerves she asked ”Does Miles know about his dad?”

Mary couldn’t help the small chuckle that escaped her lips at Lilith’s comment. "If it’s any help neither did your ma or I but I like to think you kids turned out just fine.” That was when Lilith asked about Miles, it made Mary tenses slightly, a reaction she attempted to hide with limited success. She didn’t want Lilith adding a worry for her onto her rapidly growing list of worries.

"That was my next job- I just figured I had to get to you before Salem did. Would rather you found out this way over whatever Salem’s plannin’. I only just found out myself,” she replies gingerly. "I should probably have that talk with him before you tell him about the baby, hey?”

Nodding her head, Lilith forced a small smile. ”Yeah, that’d be preferable,” she sighed. ”Just promise me Miles and I will walk out of this alive tonight?”

"Of course. I’ll make sure of that myself, kay?” Mary replies, running a hand through her hair. "Just brace yourself for Salem’s questions. Doesn’t sound like she’s ready to attack but be ready. You know more of what the woman’s capable of than me,”

The legends and myths of Salem de Silva was enough to wipe the smile off of anyone's face - including Lilith’s. While it was comforting to know Salem wasn’t stomping around the grounds looking for her, the fact that she had to keep the Guild Leader at bay was absolutely terrifying.

”Don’t remind me,” the brunette mumbled, mostly to herself. ”I reckon if you can take care of Miles, I can handle Salem,” she decided, squaring her shoulders. ”I would say we could all go back to the ranch and have a drink after, but -”

"Sounds like a plan,” Mary muses, reaching for the door. At Lilith’s last words she turns back to her, her hand still on the door handle. "Sounds like ya got some habits to kick. Worry about Salem for now, we’ll sort out the rest later.” A small smile spreads over the woman’s face at her reflection of the conversation. Now the heavy stuff was out of the way her mind was able to focus on the situation as more than a point for panic. "Lilith? You’ll do great, dear,” she says vaguely before turning to the door and happily uttering, "I’m gonna be a memaw,” to herself before swinging open the door.

With a huff, Lilith came to the realization that her drinking and smoking days were over - at least for now. Where Mary seemed excited about the news, it was still all taking some time to really sink in for Lilith. Hearing the older woman's joyful cry, she couldn’t help but roll her eyes. ”This is bullshit,” she grumbled under her breath, walking out after Mary and closing the bedroom door behind her.

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