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@ineffable i just have to say... LOVE the signature!

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Not positive if I should go ahead and post, or wait for another post just so I don't get too far ahead.

@December

Go ahead! We finally got it finished :) Sorry for the delay!

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Rhett Beckett and Nadia Reyes

Location: The Lighthouse; Atlantic Ocean.
^{Interacting With: Each other.}

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The groaning grew louder, and with it, Nadia leant herself further over his body, her grip tightening as she felt them slipping, the plane tilting at an unnatural angle causing them to fall from the aisle, and into the icy cold depths below them. This-... This wasn’t happening… this couldn’t be happening- not to them; not now. There were so many things they still needed to do together… travel around and see the world… get married- oh God, their wedding was in only three days time..!

No; she couldn’t lose him- she loved him..!

Shutting her eyes tightly as they plunged down into the dark waters together, she held her breath, her lungs burning with a searing pain she had never felt before in her life as she tried to make sense of it all. She couldn’t… what was there to make sense of..? None of them wanted this- they never deserved this fate. So why was it they had been forsaken like this..? Refusing to let the ill thoughts of fate consume and panic her, she shifted her grip, her arms leaving his body for only a few moments before they were wrapped back around Rhett once more, though this time from behind. She wasn’t going to leave him- no matter what he said; she wasn’t about to let go so easily.

Doing what she could to remain as calm as she could possibly manage through the fear dancing behind her eyes, she hurried to look about through the water; the gentle orange glow of what she assumed was flames catching her attention, and immediately, she was on the move, forcing her searing and tired limbs to work overtime as she kicked through the waters, slowly though surely dragging the both of them up until they were able to break through the surface together, her lungs viciously protesting against her as she sucked in a large breath of fresh salty sea air.

Rhett inhaled a deep breath, only to sputter and cough as what remaining water seeped down into his windpipe. Air - that was all he could comprehend. He was breathing (albeit painfully and with a lot of salt in his lungs) and alive. The plane had not killed them. But as soon as that thought registered, unimaginable pain ripped through his entire core, sustaining around the entry and exit wound of the shrapnel that had impaled him back on the plane. He wasn’t clear yet - and his fading vision started to make sense once more.

“N-Nadi…” Rhett was wheezing, air suddenly very hard to come by after his first few breaths after breaking the ocean’s surface. She was all that mattered - he had to know that she was safe - that she would make it. But as his mind slowly came to terms with things going on around him, he was then very aware of a pair of arms wrapped around him from behind. Nadia. She refused to give him up, despite his words. She was a fighter and he loved her for it. But the second she started to struggle…

Where were they, anyway? Reason told him that any moment, the amount of blood he was spilling into the ocean would alert any shark within three miles of their location. And… their location was where? Even with the light of the fire from the plane illuminating through the dark, Rhett could see nothing. So if he was not to be doomed by impalement or a plane crashing down from the sky, then it was to be by drowning.

She had to get him out of the water- she wasn’t about to lose him; not to anything. Nadia’s fear-filled dark eyes shooting wildly around them for a moment, she paused, allowing her mind to wander back over the safety instructions that had been issued by the stewards on the plane… something about life rafts, follow the lights on the ground; bracing yourself in your seat with your head on your lap, or as close to it as could be- none of that was going to help her now..!

Letting out a hoarse yell of frustration, she turned her head away, her gaze falling upon a few of the seat cushions that had come loose during the crash- they were floating… the small though unmistakable sense of hope filling her body, she once more adjusted her hold around the man she loved, making sure that he was laying on his back as she began to pull them towards the cushions, her hand reaching out, straining for a moment before she was able to get a hold of one, dragging it over them and slipping it down and under him as she moved to grab the next one.

“..almost-... almost there baby- just, please… please hold on…”

The salt water against his wounds was excruciating. Rhett grit his teeth, refusing to cry out in pain knowing that it would only worry his fiance even more. He was beginning to see spots in his vision - both black and white though he was never able to concentrate on one of them long enough to identify their color at their precise moment. He was a doctor, sure, but he didn’t have to diagnose himself to know that it wasn’t particularly a good sign.

Clutching onto the floating seat (though now somewhat submerged due to his weight), Rhett tried to relax his body as best as he could - struggling would only bleed him out faster. She wanted him to hold on. To what, he didn’t know. But if it gave her hope, he would endure. He would endure every last painful breath he could take into his body for her. So long as she lived. She had to live.

A bark - Rhett lifted his head, his heavy eyes scanning through the darkness towards where he thought he had heard the sound. Over all of the screaming and pleadings for help, a single bark stuck out to him enough for him to expel enough energy to want to seek it out. There was a pause, another bark and then a series of whines and splashing.

“Boris…” Their dog he had brought on their trip with them. He had been issued to the undercarriage - sedated and easily transportable. He didn’t even think about him until now. Sure there may have been other passengers transporting their dogs, but Rhett knew his dog enough to know what Boris sounded like. It was definitely him. He survived, just like the rest of them. But to what end?

Turning her head back as the sound of the familiar bark hit her ears, Nadia searched the waters surrounding them for any sign of their beloved dog. Boris was just as much part of their family as any other, and if anything was to happen to him… she knew that Rhett would never forgive himself… Shutting her eyes tightly for a moment as if to shove the very thought from her mind, she let her attention draw back around to her fiance as she felt him move over the cushions, her hand automatically lifting to press lightly over his chest in an effort to try and still him.

She had to keep calm… for him; she had to be the strong one right now…

“..I-I’ll get him… try not to move…” Her voice was soft… weak. It hurt to talk, but she had to let him know that she wasn’t going to be giving up anything, not without a fight.

“N-Nadi, no…”

Pushing away from him, she turned in the water, her face scrunching up in concentration as she strained her ears, once more searching for the bark as she fought against the waves, her body pushing through them as she forced herself to swim in the direction she could hear Boris struggling against the current.

Rhett could only watch as Nadia swam away from him, determined to rescue the third part of their small family. Without Boris, they had nothing to remind them that they could be a happy family - one even without children. But still, Rhett didn’t believe that the dog was worth her risking her own life.

“..Boris..!” At the sound of his name, the canine looked over, his terrified whimpers causing her heart to sink as she pushed herself harder… faster through the water, eventually managing to wrap her arm around his middle- by God, he was heavy… since when had he gotten this heavy..? That was it; the minute they managed to get home (if they ever got home), he was going on a damn diet. Struggling for a moment as the dog squirmed against her body, she groaned, her legs kicking back and forth to keep her up as she lifted him over her shoulder, holding him in place with a single arm as she began the tiring swim back to where she had left Rhett laying over the cushions.

As much as he wanted to be impressed, all Rhett could see was her struggle. She was getting tired and weak - the one-hundred plus pound, scared dog not helping her in the least. While he knew she was a fighter until the very end, if she died because of that damn dog...

“Nadia… please…” He could taste blood in his mouth - a very metallic-bitter taste combined with the salt water that washed up into his face with every pulse the ocean fought back from the plane crash with.

It was getting harder to go on; but she had to. She didn’t have a choice; or at least, not one that she was ever going to be happy with. Her whole body practically screaming at her in protest to all she was doing, she fought on, pushing herself forward until she once more reached his side, her eyes closing and her free arm lifting up onto the cushions beside him to help keep her above the surface while her legs began to slow underneath her.

She was tired… so very damn tired… but she couldn’t give up; not like this…

“..Rhett… I’m gunna-... I’m gunna find a way to get us out of the water, okay..? Please… please, just hold on baby…” Taking another moment to just rest, Nadia forced her head to lift back up, her dark eyes opening allowing the reflection of the flames to dance lightly over the surface of them as she looked around them, searching for something she could use- anything that would get them out of the water.

Her head dropping slightly as the cold winds changed direction blowing the smoke and ash towards them, she narrowed her eyes, her legs kicking slowly back and forth under her before a glint of pale yellow caught her attention through the grey smoke. No way… was that..? All the way out here, in the middle of the ocean..? Her eyes shutting completely, she buried her head into the inside of her elbow, her coughs coming out spluttered… chesty; causing her already pained throat to hurt even more. Turning her attention back to where she thought she had seen something once her small bout of coughing had come to a rather painful end, Nadia once more narrowed her eyes, squinting through the smoke in an attempt to see, “..I think-... I think I see something… a lighthouse…”

Rhett slowly lifted his heavy head up from the somewhat submerged seat cushion that was acting as a floatation device. A… a lighthouse? All the way out here? Rhett tried to see what it was that his fiance was seeing, but was unable to. Was his vision getting blurry? Or was it getting darker? The fact that he couldn’t tell began to worry him some.

“I… I need to lay down…”

“Soon baby… soon- and then we’ll get you all fixed up; I promise…” Things were becoming worse; and it was more than obvious that she had to make a choice sooner rather than later. But that was the problem… what if she made the wrong decision..? Things could get worse than they already were; but if she didn’t choose soon-...

She didn’t even want to think about it…

Scrunching up her face in a silent prayer that she wasn’t wrong, Nadia forced her tired legs to move fast back and forth, her attention lifting to where she could see what she hoped was the looming structure of a lighthouse as she began to move the three of them in the right direction, her movements slower than ever before due to being weighed down by the dog and having to push her fiance; though she didn’t care, “..I’m not about to lose you, Rhett…”

He could feel his body gliding slowly through the ice-cold water, though the reason behind why he could no longer feel his legs was uncertain anymore. He was forgetting things - why they were on a plane and where they were headed. Really there was only one thing he was absolutely certain of. Turning his head with great effort, he watched as Nadia pushed them all forward through the water, Boris even too scared and cold to whimper anymore. He smiled.

“I love you, Nadi.”

That smile… it was heartbreaking, and as much as she had been trying, the tears she had been fighting back once more began to well in her eyes, only helping to blur her vision as she maneuvered them slowly through the flames and debris of the crash, the once hazy figure of the lighthouse eventually coming into focus as it towered over them.

“I-...” She wanted to say it- to tell him that she loved him too, but she just couldn’t. It felt too much like a goodbye. Tearing her gaze away from his for a moment, she let her terrified dark eyes flick up to the lighthouse as they approached it, the waves slowly calming down to almost nothing with each inch they drew closer, “..I was right… Rhett, I was right- it’s a lighthouse. We’re going to be fine- you’re going to be fine…”

♦ Children Of The Moon ♦ (Teen Wolf Roleplay)

Hey guys! So I just wanted everyone to know - because of @Damo021's absence, he has been dropped from this roleplay despite the many chances he has been given between @Vicier, @Caits and I. As such, I will be taking over James and Miranda. This may take me a few days to post for as I not only need to get the feel of the characters, but understand 100% what each character has already done and intends to do to avoid any problems within the roleplay. Thank you guys so much for your patience and understanding, I will be posting as quickly as I can.

⦓ 𝙽 𝙴 𝚁 𝚅 𝙴 ⦔ ⧿ (( Inspired By The Movie NERVE ))

Yes. Hello. I am here. CS's will be coming within the next few days.

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Where did everyone else go? O.o

♦ Children Of The Moon ♦ (Teen Wolf Roleplay)

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Damien Flores and Zoé Flores

^{Location: Zoé’s Home.
Interacting With: Each Other, Aaron Brooks @BlackPanther and Cody Treadwell @Caits.}

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“..it happened not long after you were deployed…”

Dropping her head down, Zoé stared down at the bottle she held between her hands, her thumb brushing lightly back and forth over the label as she spoke, pouring her heart out, and telling him everything that she had been keeping from him now for the last god knew how many years, her body leaning forward on the couch and her elbows resting softly over her knees as she began to explain further, “..snuck out with my friends one night; we were headed down to the streets… got into an accident about halfway through my race… completely totaled my bike, and went flying across the asphalt and into the gutter…”

Pausing for a moment, she sighed, her eyes closing for a moment as she let the memories come crashing back into her mind like a tidal wave. She could remember all of it… the roar of the engines, the screaming of rubber burning over the bitumen, the flash of light in front of her, the spark of metal as her bike hit the ground, the yells and groans slipping from her lips as she rolled over across the road into the gutter… And then there he was… standing over her; watching her slowly bleeding out over the tar.

..that was when the real pain began…

“..he saved my life… gave me a second chance; but-... but I was different…” Shaking her head lightly from side to side, Zoé frowned, her brows furrowing together in what looked like slight distress at the memory, though she long ago learned not to let her past make too much of an impact upon her future… at least that’s what she told herself; she wasn’t so sure she believed it possible anymore… not when her past was sitting right there beside her, listening to everything she had to say, “..remember when mama told you I was getting into more trouble than usual..? She wanted you to talk some sense into me; to get me to stop hanging around with that crowd she didn’t like..? I just got so much angrier… I couldn’t control how I felt; and I hurt a lot of people by getting into all those fights. It’s one of the reason’s I came here. A fresh start away from my old pack- I always thought that maybe I’d go back one day, but I’m not the same wolf that they knew…”

Falling silent for a moment, she lifted her bottle up, placing the lip against her own so that she could take a swig of the beer held inside, letting the alcoholic beverage flow down her throat and settle within her stomach before she continued on, her hand lifting up to ruffle her hair roughly, “..not long after I first arrived, I met this guy… Derek Hale… he taught me control, helped me out a lot- I met the other alpha’s through him. We still talk on occasion; he’s the one who does all my tattoo’s actually, I should give him a call soon so he can come down and update it for me. Anyway… after Myra and I got settled here, I met Kyran… that-... that’s a whole 'nother story…”

Having moved from the kitchen back into the main room, Damien sat comfortable on his sister’s couch, a fresh beer in hand and with his undivided attention on her. She hadn’t exaggerated - there really was a whole lot that had happened on her side of things. It was clear that there was a whole history more than just the year he had lost. And his own mamma knew something was different. He was just too concerned with getting ready for his deployment to even notice anything was wrong.

Though the subject material was sensitive at best, it felt good to be catching up with his baby sister - he had always been closer to her than Myra though he loved his older sister just the same. There was just something special about the way he and Zoé interacted with one another. And it seemed that their relationship would only get stronger from then on.

”You know I love you, Zoé. No matter what. I would never want you to go through something like that alone..”

“..I know…” Her attention once more lingering upon the bottle held within her hands, Zoé spoke softly in reply, thumbing lightly at what was left of the label, her brows furrowed together and her lower lip pouting slightly as she felt the sting of tears hitting her eyes for the second time since they had begun speaking- what was with her..? This wasn’t like her; not anymore anyway. She wasn’t the same little girl he used to know…

It didn’t matter; not anymore. The past couldn’t be changed… no matter how much they may have wanted to do just that, “..you were busy… starting a life you were proud of… I was scared but-... I knew I couldn’t keep coming to you for everything…”

”Zoé…” Damien sighed and sat himself up a bit straighter. Leaning forward, he put his beer bottle down on the coffee table in front of them and scooted over closer to his sister, putting an arm around her and pulled her into a one-armed side hug. ”Somos familia. We are family. It doesn’t matter what I’m busy with or when. You call, and I’ll be there baby sister. You come to me for anything, you got it? I’ve got a lot of making up to do. That’s why I’m here. I want to help you.”

“..somos familia…” Repeating the words softly, she closed her eyes, silently letting the tears roll down her cheeks as she leant into his embrace, her head tilting to the side so that it was resting lightly against his shoulder. He was right… just like he always was. Why was he always right..? Even as kids, he had always been the one to teach her right from wrong… to show her the right path to travel…

“..I-I’ve been so lost…”

”Hey… I’m-” The door abruptly opened and two, young, white boys came barging into his sister’s home as though they owned the place. The muscled one seemed to be a bit at a loss while the ginger genuinely just seemed out of place. Damien met eyes with both of the boys, until the muscled one awkwardly walked away towards where Damien knew the spare bedrooms were kept.

Staring almost absently where Damien last saw the boys wander off to, he finally turned his head to Zoé, jerking his head in their general direction.

”You hire some queer pool boys or something?”

Lifting her hand up, Zoé used the heel of her palm to wipe away the tears that had been falling, her gaze lifting up in time to see the two boys disappearing up the stairs before she shook her head lightly, taking a moment to herself so that she could clear her throat before she began to explain, answering his question, “..huh..? Oh, no… no… nothing like that. I, uh… no, they’re mine… I adopted two boys… it was actually finalized last night…”

Damien was silent. He looked back over his shoulder where the boys had disappeared to, and then back to Zoé, and once more back to the empty hallway and back again to his sister.

”Adopted.” He wasn’t sure why it surprised him. Zoé was really the most motherly out of all of them - or at least the most parental material, despite Myra having two children of her own. But adoption? Boys he didn’t even know about? It was all very confusing, but Damian wasn’t sure if he wanted the full story or not.

”Alone? I mean… you don’t have… anyone… to help you?” She was so young… and to have boys the age they appeared to be… was there even a point? He remembered briefly during his military days, letters from his sisters with brief whisperings about Zoé being with a man - Kyran as the name struck familiar since she had brought him up not moments before. But he had been gone for a full year without contact, and she had only mentioned him the once (negatively).. He simply assumed they weren’t together anymore. But he had been gone and out of touch for a full year… who was he to assume that his beautiful baby sister hadn’t found anyone in that amount of time?

Turning her attention back down to the beer in her hand, she shook her head lightly from side to side, giving him an answer, though she knew for a fact that it wasn’t the one that he wanted, “..there’s no one…”

”No one, no one? Or… someone but you’re being a bit standoffish?” He had to make light of the situation. Things just kept getting weirder and weirder. If he didn’t crack a smile every now and then, she’d wonder just what had really happened to her brother.

Unable to help the small smile that crept onto her lips at his words, Zoé shook her head once more, lifting it so that she was able to meet with his gaze, her own showing that she was grateful for the way he was making light of the situation she had gotten herself into, even if he wasn’t pleased about it, “..heh… no; really, there’s no one… just me…”

”Huh. Well… if you ever change your mind and someone catches your eye…” Even if she recognized it or not, he kept gender out of his statement. ”...you better let me know so I can give them a proper brotherly introduction.”

Rolling her eyes slightly, she leant into him, a soft chuckle falling out through her soft lips as she nodded her head lightly up and down in response, “..okay; okay… I promise; if anyone catches my eye… you will be the first person to know, Damien.”

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Rhett Beckett and Nadia Reyes

Location: Flight BAW229; Los Angeles to London.
^{Interacting With: Each other.}

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He wasn’t sure why he was looking out the window - the night sky was just as black as the way he liked his coffee. He had made this trip dozens of times and yet, he never seemed to get used to the time zone jumps that made the days much shorter and the nights much longer. Sighing, Rhett decided that his distractions from confronting the obvious had been well used up. He drew down the window covering and shifted in his seat, his dark eyes looking over the most beautiful creature he had ever set eyes on. And she just happened to be very upset with him.

”Would you like a drink, or something?”

“..something…” Her attention anywhere but on her fiance, Nadia crossed her arms tighter over the front of her chest, the anger still clear over her features as she shifted in her seat, making it more than obvious that she hadn’t gotten over what had happened. Sure he had apologized to her… multiple times at that; but it didn’t matter. Two hours… and not so much as a call- not even a text.

That was just inexcusable; especially after how many years..?

Narrowing her eyes, she crossed her leg over the other, her body slumped slightly in the seat as she looked out towards the isle, watching on with her eyes narrowed in annoyance towards him as the air hostesses moved about the cabin offering drinks and snacks to the passengers.

Rhett inwardly winced. Her bite was much worse than her bark. Much, much worse. And it was his fault. He was supposed to pick her up from the parlor after his shift at the hospital with a promise to take her out to dinner before having to make their flight to Los Angeles to connect them to the flight they were on currently. How was he supposed to know that a twelve-year old kid would be sledding down a hill straight onto the highway? The truck never saw the kid coming, and it took Rhett hours to put him back together.

He lost track of time by saving a life. He could admit that. He could apologize for that. But really now, it had nearly been a full day. She couldn’t be angry with him forever.

Sighing softly (more to himself), Rhett twisted in his seat, motioning towards the stewardess to grab her attention - ordering them a couple of beers. Gods knew he would need it to survive the rest of the flight.

”I promised I’d make it up to you. We’ll land in London, connect to our next flight to Greece, and first thing I’m going to do is take you to that restaurant we love so much. Capiche. You loved it there, remember?” Rhett paused, wondering for half a moment if his compromise was falling on deaf ears. ”And. And I’ll leave mamá at home this time. Just the two of us.”

Snapping her head around, she shot him a glare worthy of death himself as she listened to what he was saying, his later words seeming to not help his case any as she practically spat her response back at him, “..I can’t believe you brought her last time anyway; it was a celebration… for just us.”

”Nadi… you know how mamá is… After patéras died, she’s… well she hasn’t been the same. I couldn’t just leave her at home alone. She does that enough when I’m not there…”

“..we were there for just over a month; one night spent just to ourselves was not going to kill her.” Her jaw clenching for a moment, she forced it to relax, her beautiful dark orbs closing as she took in a breath, doing what she could to calm herself before she got to the point where her emotions would get the better of her like they always seemed to do when things grew heated, “..it was only my third time visiting Greece… and the longest we ever stayed… I love madre, as I do my own, but did you honestly think that I just wanted to sit by her side every moment of our trip..?”

Rhett remained silent. They had this argument once or twice or five times before. It wasn’t what she was angry at right now anyway, not really.

Her attention drawn to the stewardess as she brought the both of them their beer, she gave her a weary smile before taking the glass, lifting it straight to her lips so that she could take a swig of the liquid, letting it settle for a moment in her stomach before her mind was brought back to the conversation once more, her head shaking lightly from side to side, causing her long dark locks to brush back and forth over her shoulders as she continued to watch what was going on around them, “..two hours, Rhett… you left me alone, in the cold, for two hours… you didn’t even call…”

”I know. I know, but baby… I saved that kid’s life…”

“I know you did; and for that I will always be grateful… truly… I am so proud of the things you do- the lives that you sa-...”

There was a slight shift in the aircraft, making both Rhett and Nadia turn their gaze away from one another for a moment to look forward. Though the first class cabin wasn’t small by any means, they could see that the other patrons sitting within their seats seemed to be just as alarmed and alert as they was.

”This time it will be different, alright? This time-”

The plane seemed to level out for a moment, but just as soon as Rhett began to speak, it began to creak and groan, the turbulence starting up again, seemingly getting worse.

Her arms breaking away from her chest at the worrying sounds, Nadia reached out, her hand seeking his own before she took a hold of it, all anger she had towards their argument disappearing for the moment in light of their present situation, “..wha-... Rhett, what's happening..?”

”I… I’m not sure. I’ll… I’ll go find out.”

If there was anything more terrifying than a woman's (who was incredibly mad) desperate touch for comfort, Rhett never wanted to experience it. He could simply tell from her voice just how concerned she was, which wasn’t exactly helping his already hammering heart. He had made this flight loads of times… but this was the first time the turbulence had been this bad.

Standing up from his chair, Rhett began stepping across Nadia before the plane shifted again, seeming to drop a few feet before leveling out again. Rhett pressed himself as close to Nadia’s chair as he could, his body forced to squat down and hold onto the armrest for dear life. The lights flickered, and the oxygen masks came falling down. His gaze spotted them, and he felt his entire body freeze. The only thing capable of moving within that very moment were his dark eyes, looking up at his fiance as the color visibly drained from his face.

“..R-Rhett… please…”

Her voice soft… pleading as she met with his dark gaze with her own terrified eyes, Nadia once more took a tight hold of his hand, her heart pounding with pure fear, and her chest heaving with each breath as the realization of what was happening dawned on her. He knew what she was asking of him- no, what she was begging for him to do…

If this was to be the end; then she wanted him right there, by her side… perhaps then the restraints if their belts would give them a chance…

Her body twisting so that she was able to face him better than she already was, she reached her free hand out to him, her arm shaking visibly as she gently stroked his cheek, tears she hadn't even realized were forming now streaming down her face- all the fights… all the arguments… they meant nothing. They never did.

“..I love you…”

Sweat began to accumulate at his brow. She was terrified just as much as he was, but he couldn’t show her that. He had to be strong, for both of them.

Forcing his hands to let go of the armrest, Rhett raised them up to hold each side of her face, forcing her to look down into his eyes. He could see the tears spilling from hers, and his entire soul began to ache. It took everything within him to not just stand up and pull her into his arms, simply holding her for their last moments like she wanted. No, he had to give her hope. He had to give himself hope.

”It’s going to be okay, Nadia. Everything is going to be fine, okay?” he told her with much more confidence than he even knew he had in that moment. He used his thumbs to brush away her tears. ”Everything is going to be just-”

The compartments overhead began to rattle and in some cases, bang. Rhett stared them down, as if daring them to burst open. They did.

Standing from his position quickly, Rhett held himself over Nadia, putting his hands on either armrest with his back hunched and head bowed, just over the top of hers, keeping her shielded. The plane was tilting making his position more and more difficult, but Rhett remained strong. He saw nothing but the back of her seat, though the sound of people’s luggage being thrown this way and that - crashing into miscellaneous things and assaulting his back let him know that he had made the right decision. Though not being hit by anything lethal, he was sure that there would be a half-dozen bruises when this was all said and done. The plane was going down for sure, but they could make it. They always made it through the tough times… together.

”See?” Rhett said to her through grit teeth, feeling his footing starting to slip. ”Nothing to i-”

That was when it happened.

The sheer force of the deafening blast coming from somewhere behind them forcing her further into his body, Nadia shut her eyes tightly, her arms both shooting up to take a hold of the front of his top as she was shoved as far forward as her buckle would allow. He had said that everything was going to be okay… that they were going to be fine…

..she knew he was just being brave for her…

The ringing in her ears almost unbearable, she slowly opened her eyes, her head turning to the side so that she could shoot a glance around where they were positioned on the plane, watching as those around her opened and closed their mouths, the panic and fear written clearly across their faces, though if they were screaming… yelling for help… she couldn’t hear- why couldn’t she hear..?

Shutting her eyes tightly, she shook her head back and forth, her usually gentle features scrunching up as she strained her ears; trying her best to hear something… anything that was going on around her.

Rhett was looking down at her, trying to get her to meet his eyes once again - trying to keep her focus on anything but the chaos of what was going on around them. Shrapnel, amongst everything else, was flying, but Rhett refused to leave his protective stance over her. He tried speaking to her again, but his words were lost to the dull ringing in her ears.

He froze. Blood suddenly splattered over her entire front - the majority being directly over her heart. Rhett sucked in a soft, gurgling breath, any color left in his face completely drained as realization dawned upon him. His dark eyes looked down to his abdomen where his shirt was stained with blood far worse than Nadia’s. A sharp, flat piece of the plane could be seen sticking out from within his breast, having entered his body from his back, skewering him all the way through. Shakily, he lifted his head back up to look at his fiance, eyes wide and fearful before his body slumped down into the isle of the plane soaking the cream-colored carpet with his blood.

The sound of her shrill scream slowly but surely began to fill her ears as the ringing dulled down, once more giving her the ability to hear. This couldn’t be happening… this just couldn’t be happening…

Her hands shooting down to the belt that kept her strapped into her seat, Nadia began to fumble with it, the tears blurring her vision slightly but eventually, she managed to get free of her bonds, her body lifting from the seat only long enough for her to drop down into the aisle, her hands hovering over the injury for a moment before she forced them down over what little of the wound she could get to without touching the shrapnel. pressure..! He had always said something about applying pressure..! At least… that’s what she thought it was…

Gods, she hoped she was right about this…

“..no… no, no- don’t you dare leave me here..!” Turning her head slightly, she looked down at him through fearful eyes- she couldn’t lose him… not now; not like this, “..w-what do I do..? Tell me what you want me to do. Rhett..!”

”...l-live...”

♦ Children Of The Moon ♦ (Teen Wolf Roleplay)

Ew. Feelings.

♦ Children Of The Moon ♦ (Teen Wolf Roleplay)

I might be missing something completely here... but what does Magnus have to feel stressed about other than his eyeliner running?