bearruiz

[bearruiz]

laynebaudelaire​:

–

“Yeah I know, the fact that I’m standing on my own two feet right now is honestly mind boggling.” It was good to see Bear. Nice to see an old face who was a part of the brighter moments of her childhood. An uncle-like figure who kept her dad intact when it counted. Except that was simply an illusion and with life, things changed over time. Layne wasn’t sure of the man he became, but she’d like to believe the kind soul who let her climb onto his back many a times or sneaked a cookie for her was just as present now if back then. “I was just planning on getting a smoothie, but a breakfast sandwich would be nice too. Thank you.” 

After he placed there orders, she crossed her arm as she waited with him for their drinks and food to come out. “Have you talked to Roman recently? Did you hear about the family dinner debacle?” Bear knew a version of her father that she was not privy too and Layne wanted to know if he had gleaned anything as of late that she should have been aware of.

-

“You’re a stronger soul than me. It hits midnight and I’m asleep like the old man I am,” he chuckled. Unlike Layne’s father, Bear had no qualms with his age. It sucked that he was getting older but he had found his own way to cope and ignore the consequences of it. One sure sign of him getting older was seeing how grown up Layne and her brother’s were now. Gone were the days where he could carry them around or wrestle with the boys. He would likely pull something in his back if he tried that kind of thing now. “Breakfast sandwich it is,” he agreed, adding her smoothie and sandwich to his order. 

Stepping to the side, he made sure to stay out of the way of other customers as they waited. “You know your dad, he’s a talker but he doesn’t talk about those things.” Roman was more likely to do some trash talking or tell him a dirty joke instead of telling him something was up. “It’s a shame to hear though. I would’ve hoped getting you all together would have been a good thing.”

#c: layne #layne: breakfast

[bearruiz]

violet-lamerton​: 

Being almost a veteran in her field, Violet knew better than most that starting any sort of relationship with a client was a bad idea, but with Bear here being so kind and helpful, it was hard not to let her mind run away with some unrealistic fantasy of them together. She didn’t have real feelings for him, at least she didn’t think she did, but it had been so long since she’d been romantic with someone, and even longer since she’d actually had a relationship. If only she had met Bear outside of work, maybe things could have been different. 

She nodded, happy to oblige, popping the hood for him so that he could work. She was always halfway out the car when he called for her, and she giggled, pulling her coat tight around her, bare legs prickling with goosebumps in the cold breeze of the night air. She took the phone from him, angling it in the direction that she hoped he was working, her shoulder nudging against his as she did so. It was funny, the pair had been incredibly intimate while in the confines of the club - he’d seen her almost naked - and yet here, fully clothed, her shoulder pressed to his, things felt much more intimate. “Is that all good? Just tell me what you need from me…” she murmured.

-

Bear always tried to be as respectful as possible with the dancer’s in the club. Besides knowing it would earn him some jokes from Roman, he didn’t want to do anything that would reflect badly on his friend in his place of work. That didn’t mean he didn’t get to enjoy it and the beautiful people who worked their. Violet was definitely one of his favourites. Not only was she a good dancer but she was a beautiful woman. There was likely some safety in knowing that she would never want to date him. This was her job, not a way to meet old men and he found a comfort in that. The witch was still too caught up in his past that he would never put that on someone else and he’d stayed single for this long for a reason. 

It was a cold night and he felt guilty but he definitely need a second set of hands while he worked. “That’s perfect, thanks darlin’.” With the light shining under the hood, he was able to poke and prod at a few things. First checking the oil and then checking the battery which was always the first sign of an issue. It was hard not to get distracted with Violet standing right there and he found himself mumbling apologies every time their shoulder’s brushed. While he might have seen her almost naked many times and had her dancing in his lap, this wasn’t in the confines of the club. 

“I think it might be the battery connectors,” he explained, pointing to the build up around the battery. “Shouldn’t be too hard to fix up,” he promised.

#c: violet #violet: car trouble #( excuse me googling common car problems lol )

[bearruiz]

Bear loves restoring old cars and bikes, these are just some of his favourites:

1965 Ford Mustang

1970 Ducati Mark 3 350 Desmo

1951 Ford V8 F1 Truck

#( headcanon. )

[bearruiz]

sirensofia​:

         “I mean, so long as I was half naked probably,” she answered as though it were simply fact when she sort of knew it wasn’t. Sofia did tend to be half naked most of the time, even when she went out, but she also had her days where she wore biker shorts and one of his jerseys with a pair of docs and he was still pulling her onto his lap or telling her they were going to watch a movie together. That was sort of the thing with them, they never exactly asked one another to do things. They announced to the other they were doing something and if the other didn’t want to they just said they wouldn’t for…well, whatever reason. Whatever the case, Roman wasn’t exactly forcing Sofia to strip down for his amusement, at least not unless he wanted her to strip down entirely. 

           The idea of jelly wrestling made her face light up, nudging Bear’s shoe with the toe of her platforms. “See, I knew I needed to ask you,” she insisted, taking a note down on her phone with a myriad of others she had about the party. She’d been taking them down since Yashica had suggested it, and while each time she had to remind herself she didn’t care, that she was doing this just because she felt like having a cool party, now that she’d seen a different side to him Sofia was, well, more inclined to admit she cared about making the party good for him.

         “Did…did he talk to you about what happened when he had his heart attack?” Sofia asked him, not because she wanted to pry but more so because she wanted to share. Of all the people that knew both Sofia and Roman it felt like Bear was the only one who wasn’t telling her she was making this big mistake, that saw in Roman what she saw in him. Sofia wanted to talk to him about the way he’d spoken to her, to tell Bear Roman had done this sweet thing and have the response be one of excitement and not ‘oh, he’ll change in a heartbeat, you can’t trust him.’

            “If you could. I don’t think Sierra can fit all that stuff in her, she’s an old girl,” Sofia informed him, referring to her 1970′s purple Dodge Challenger as ‘Sierra.’ The car was gorgeous but not really made for hauling much beyond two runaways.

-

“Yep. Which makes me want to get you one of those ugly t-shirts with the fake bikini bodies. Just for shits and giggles,” he chuckled. No doubt Sofia would find a way to make it look good for Roman. She was a professional at that kind of thing after all. Bear didn’t pretend like he understood their relationship. He didn’t understand much about relationships at all. If he did, he might have answers to why his wife left one day and just never came back. His brow furrowed as he absently thought of his wife. In some ways, Sofia reminded him of her even if he saw her like a niece. They shared the same no bullshit attitude and effortlessly desirable to almost every man they met. 

The witch lifted a shoulder in a shrug. “I’m not just a pretty face. Sometimes I get bright ideas too,” he joked. Whatever Sofia had planned was going to be more extravagant than he would ever dream up. This idea at least benefited him as well. He would have somewhere else to look while Sofia did her dance and he could get his own show. 

For all the sass and strength that Sofia showed on the daily, he could see that glimmer of worry and vulnerability when it came to Roman. He knew better than to poke at it, that was why Roman liked him after all. He never dug too deep. Shaking his head, he reached for the half empty drink on the table in front of him. “No, but that’s no surprise,” he replied. That wasn’t what their friendship was built on. They were friends because they didn’t have to talk about the hard things. Bear knew what had happened, he knew the gist of what the hospital had said but that was only because he knew the family. As much as he wanted to be the person to tell Sofia that the old man would break her heart, he wouldn’t do that to his friend, or her. Neither of them wanted to hear it.

“She’s a cramped girl, is what you mean,” Bear replied with a sigh. Sofia already knew he would do as she asked so there was no point in trying to drag it out. Being a car nut like he was, Bear had a couple of different cars and some old bikes that he had restored. His favourite being a 1965 Ford Mustang that he had found in a scrapyard and slowly pieced her back together into a working machine. It was just one of his babies though. “I wouldn’t exactly say it would fit into the Mustang either but I guess I can get the truck out for this errand. I’m guessing there’s going to be more than just the blow up pools though so why don’t you get me a list.”

#c: sofia #sofia: friends

[bearruiz]

werewolfroman​:

A playful chuckle fell from Roman’s lips as he shook his head at Bear.  “Always gotta remind me of those five years, just wait man.”  No doubt, out of the two of them Roman tended to be the more wild one.  Roman was always trying to prove he was some young buck, whether it be sleeping with women half his age.  Going to The Cag and fighting someone in their prime, just to prove he can keep up with the young generation.  But the truth of the matter was, age was winning lately and it was showing in Roman.  “Shit man, you better find another way to stay young.  Get yourself someone like my puta loca,” he said referring to Sofia.  “Nothing serious and you can kick her to the curb when you get bored.”

“Yeah, but where is the fun in that? Pretty sure I got Wednesday off, so yeah come around.  Maybe I’ll make my jambalaya.”  Of all the people Roman could count on, Bear was always at the top of that list.  The man acted as a secondary brother and was there through thick and thin.  “Thanks man,” he murmured knowing the two really did not need to thank each other for when they helped the other.  It was what friends did for each other.

Roman sucked in a breath of air before taking another drink from his glass.  Right now, he was taking it easy and pacing himself as he drank.  Which was a rare sight, but the presence of Bear tended to calm down the wolf.  “You’re probably right, but I hate to show up my brother with all my wit and charm.”

-

“Listen, when those five years is all I got, you gotta give it to me. I don’t have some young girl fawning and taking care of me like you do,” he replied. In a lot of ways, Roman had everything that Bear wanted but those things came with their own costs. He never found himself jealous of much, but he still wished he had the chance to have kids of his own. Now he was getting older, he was okay with a cold beer with a good friend to forget his problems. Unlike his friend, he didn’t try and prove he was younger than he was. He could feel the ache in his hip, a memory of the old war injury, and the ache in his back from long hours at the shop. The nickname made him shake his head, surprised that Sofia let him get away with it all the time. 

“Yeah, yeah, you’re only as old as the woman you feel... or something like that,” the witch grumbled, absently scratching his beard. If he could get over his damn wife, maybe he could move forward with someone new. The thought lingered in his mind as he looked over at the dancers before shaking his head, that would only lead to disappointment.

“The fun is in my time and labour being spared,” he joked. He didn’t mind working on the truck, or any vehicle Roman brought around. It kept his hands and mind busy. “That’s good enough payment for me. So long as I can take home some leftovers, I’ll even be a good boy and bring my own doggy bag,” he joked.

Bear tried not to get involved in the Baudelaire drama. He was an outsider to it, he was Roman’s friend first and everything else came second. The day that he got too involved was the day Roman started bugging him about talking to his own family was the day. This ritual of ignoring their problems was a combined effort and neither wanted that mirror pointed back at themselves. It made their relationship one of the easiest he ever had. “Maybe you can chill it out on the charm and wit for one day and your brother will humbly accept you into his home... or some shit like that.” 

#c: roman #roman: old men #alcohol mention tw

[bearruiz]

mariahcadieux​:

Mariah watched the man freeze and as per usual, obtrusive thoughts responded to the deer in headlights moment.

Easy to snap their necks when they’re motionless…

Even her body responded like it was in hunting mode. Predatory by nature, the vampire’s mouth salivated, her gums throbbed and the fangs that protruded from her lips received a quick lash of her tongue. It wasn’t intentional; she was trying to unlearn such behaviour. But when too long went by without a fight or a feed, Mariah found it harder to control that side of her vampiric nature. Sure, she was sixty four, over thirty years spent as a vampire, and yet, not even a year into a kill free lifestyle. Like with all addiction stories, Mariah’s recovery would a slow, lonely and uphill battle.

Mariah blinked rapidly, her sharp nails digging into the sleeves of her leather jacket, and she gave an audible sigh of relief when Bear continued to move. For him, the moment lasted only a second, for Mariah, it felt like a lifetime.

“All right trouble” she greeted him, the English accent lending itself nicely to the informality of the greeting. “Funny. Still opting for grease chic I see?” she gestured to his grease stained clothing. The comment might have been construed as bitchy or teasing depending on Mariah’s body language and facial expression. The problem with that was, she was far too accustomed to maintaining an impassive expression that most socially awkward vampires wore. Her green eyes zero in on each individual stain, flitting between each with disconcerting speed.

She didn’t dislike Bear; in fact she would have liked him very much had he not had such abysmal taste in companions. He was handsome, too tall to comprehend – inspiring Mariah of many a vision of climbing all over him – and most importantly he was respectful of the performers. That should have been a bare minimal, but in Mariah’s experience as a sex worker, and now security, people who treated sex workers with respect, kindness and generosity were a rare diamond, worth securing where possible. Despite her strange, often expressionless behaviour towards the secret witch, Mariah did like Bear. It was why she allowed him in the club despite his often-filthy attire – anyone else who dared to enter Supernaturals looking anything but clean and fresh out of the shower, Mariah quite literally threw them out onto their asses. That didn’t mean however, she approved of his greasy clothes… for the women performing, it was not ideal should they be so inclined to sit on his lap. For Mariah herself… what was a bit of grease?

-

He couldn’t help but think that Mariah was always ready to take a bite out of him, even when he was well behaved and not near his dear ol’ friend. While he had been told enough about the woman, none of it had been from her mouth. It was through gossip and whispered words between friends. He tried to take it all with a grain of salt when he didn’t know Mariah himself. Still, he kept his distance from her a lot of the time. Whatever Roman had done to get on her bad side, he didn’t want to join him there. 

Glancing down at his clothes, he tried to wipe his hands on his jeans that were just as stained as his hands. “It comes with the territory,” he said, giving her a sheepish grin. No matter what he did to get rid of stains, he got dirty again almost the next day. It was why he had stopped caring about it, he had no one to impress and the girls who he wanted to talk to, didn’t seem to mind when he was a little bit dirty. 

“You would be surprised just how many women like a man who’s a little dirty,” he grinned. “Some men too.” It wasn’t often that he found someone who did like it but he wanted to be let into the club and Mariah was the gatekeeper tonight. As much as he enjoyed women, he rarely spent more than one night with the ones who came into his life. He wasn’t out there looking for a wife when he had one of those, wherever she had gone. It wasn’t the person’s fault that he was still patching up his old broken heart but he tried not to give them a false sense of a future together when he didn’t think one was possible.

It was one thing to enjoy a dance and flirt and drink with someone, it was another to attach feelings to that fling. “So, busy night?” he asked, glancing around. It felt rude to just go straight to drinking when she was being kind enough to let him in, despite his disheveled appearance.

#c: mariah #mariah: tension #sex work mention tw

[bearruiz]

🍻🍺🍻🍺🍻

#( music. ) #just trying to make my brain work for replies

[bearruiz]

adelitaflores​:

A small, unreadable smile painted across the woman’s thin lips, which drew attention to her sharp cheekbones and discerning gaze. Witches like Bear, witches in hiding, were not uncommon. Their kind had been forced to live under a veil of secrecy for thousands of years, and so his fear was not unjustified despite living in a supernatural town. And Adelita was impressed by his smooth ability to lie – a lie by omission, but still a show of dishonesty. Secrecy was a key ingredient to how Adelita managed and maintained the stronghold she had in the town and in her coven. Though she gave every appearance of transparency, the witch knew secrets that some of the town’s inhabitants didn’t even register that they were keeping. She also guarded secrets, her own and of those around her, and so dishonesty was not something she was not used to. Secrecy was like an invisible colleague that accompanied her wherever she went.

“You’re right, poor little agave” the witch responded, any assessment she was making internally of the auto repair man was carefully disguised behind an immaculate mask of amusement. When the man neglected to shake her hand for fear of sharing with her his grease, Adelita waved the notion aside and withdrew from her suit jacket pocket a long white handkerchief. The material was immeasurably soft and around the boarder were very faint markings, sewn in with a silver thread so thin it was almost imperceptible. “Please” she offered the bewitched kerchief to him. The item, like most of Adelita’s belongings, was magically infused so that the job said item performed would be enhanced.

It was a tiny example of magic, minor really, subtle, but very deliberate on the witch’s part. She wanted to see how Bear would respond to handling a spell cast item.

“Show me the way” the witch said with a smile and every appearance of ease an innocence. She didn’t much care for the car of course, she was just eager to see the state her plant was in.

-

Bear hadn’t needed to be in the magic scene to know what coven’s were in town. In fact, the witch had made it a habit to find out who belonged to which coven and who to avoid. While there might not have been a need for it, he wanted to keep that part of him private. There were other things he needed to work through without getting into his magical issues. Adelita had to be at the top of his list of people to avoid when it came to magic. Sometimes you can’t fight faith though because it will come find you. 

“It was a big worse for wear, yeah,” he agreed. Bear had to be careful about how he phrased things, feeling like the woman was watching and waiting for him to make a mistake and let the truth slip out. While his fist clenched momentarily, he took the kerchief between his fingers. Even if he wasn’t adept with all magical practices, he could feel something thrum within the material. Looking down at it, he quickly tried to rid his hands of grease. It worked better than it should have and he made a show of being surprised and curious about it, though he didn’t utter a word aloud. 

“Uh, thanks for this,” he said, holding it out to her. The kerchief should have shown more stains but it looked in good condition still. Her curiosity about a plant that she’d left to die in a car was starting to feel like a red flag. But, he was at work and he couldn’t say no to a customer or say anything to cause a scene. “Sure, it’s just out here,” he said, pointing out the large roller doors at the front of the shop. 

Once they were outside, he took slow steps until they were around the side of it. “This side gets more sun which it likes,” he explained, pointing towards the thriving plant. For anyone who knew about plants, it might have seemed like a miracle that this plant was back to it’s full blooming strength, maybe even stronger than it had originally been. “You can take it with you but I’d suggest googling best care instructions.” 

#c: adelita #adelita: agave

[bearruiz]

nicholasbaudelaire​:

Despite the grin on his face and the raucous laughter that boomed throughout the Den, Nick was in a foul mood. A family meal had gone spectacularly bad, so badly in fact that Nick hadn’t wanted to risk seeing Bella because he was afraid, he might say or do something that would upset her. As a creature who tended to stick to the lighter side of life, cracking jokes, never taking too much seriously except for his work at the hospital and as a second leader in his wolf pack, Nick wasn’t really used to dealing with such a negative emotion. So, the wolf decided that after a run in wolf form, and a long swim in a lake to hit the Den up.

The Den to Nicky was like coming home to chill with the family and wind up the grandparents. No matter the night, there would be wolves from Sumerki Orda at the Den, no matter what time there would be the older guys drinking at the bar and yelling at the younger patrons to quiet down. There would be hot girls and guys getting into darts games and arm-wrestling competitions. It was rare that a real fight would break out because all the patrons there were either related, dating, or part of the same pack. Mostly it was just loud with jovial banter and laughter.

So when Nick arrived, his dark curls still damp from his swim, his shirt clinging to his heavily muscled chest, he was swarmed by several wolves and allies patting him on the back or punching his arm. It was home, and the wolf quickly entered into some lively debate or another.

Only when his blue eyes spotted Bear did the twenty-nine-year-old separate from the group of patrons and saunter over to his family friend, in typical Nicky fashion. Wolfish grin on his handsome face, confident swagger to his walk, ducking his head to avoid the ceiling light, as he now stood at an impressive six foot four – his heigh and general bulk being aided by his transformation to wolf at seventeen.

“Bear!” he greeted the older man with warmth in his eyes. He threw his arm around Bear’s shoulders, swiping his beer almost immediately. “Yes please, beer would be good!” Nick waved to the red-headed wolf behind the bar – Saskia – who knew from just the sight of the two men, exactly what they would want and set about preparing their drinks.

Nick gave Bear’s arm a squeeze then took a pew on the stool next to him. As a young adult, Nick had had a small crush on his dad’s best friend. It had always been an innocent thing, something he joked about with Matty on occasion and had never really acted on it. He was pretty sure the older man was straight anyway, but that never stopped Nicky’s blue eyes admiring Bear as the man only improved with age.  

“How you doing, man?” Nick asked, taking a swig of Bear’s beer then handing it back to him. He was cheeky, but he wasn’t a total ass… much.

-

His arm easily wrapped around the young wolf’s waist and gave him a small squeeze in greeting. The kid always had a big smile for him and it put a smile on his face. “I’ll put that on my tab,” he said, turning to nod at the red-head. Bear always paid his tab at the end of the night so he would make sure to cover the young man. Even if Nicky was an adult now, Bear still felt like the older figure so he’d never let him pay for a drink when he was able to.

Sitting back, he grumbled as his beer was stolen from him but since it was almost finished, he didn’t really mind too much. As much as he knew that he should slow down on his drinking, it was one of the better parts of his day. Nothing beat an ice cold beer after a long hard day. Resting his elbow on the bar, he turned to face the younger man. Bear begun to realise how much he had began looking up at the kid. While he still had some height on him, it made him feel his age. None of them were kids anymore. 

Part of the old man was always grateful that Nicky hadn’t gotten any taller. There wasn’t much he could hold over people but his height was one of them. Nicky was already a handsome, fit kid with a heart of gold, he couldn’t compete with that so he needed those two inches of height for his own sanity. “I was doing pretty good until this punk kid stole my beer,” he replied, taking it back from Nicky’s grasp.

Glancing through the brown bottle neck, he swirled the remaining liquid around with a frown. It barely felt worth it now he was looking at it, it was probably warm too. With a sigh, he placed it on the bar and it was replaced with a new beer for him to indulge in. “But other than that, I’m the same old. What about you, kiddo? You been keeping your old man in check?”

#c: nicky #nicky: a beer #alcohol mention tw

[bearruiz]

What goal continues to elude you? What action are you taking to reach it?

"I think I stopped having goals..." he admitted. "My goals for life had been to settle down and start a family and as you can see, I've failed there. If I was going to take action to rectify that, I'd have to find someone willing to have kids with me but it seems a bit late for that." His heart still belonged to his wife, time hadn't been able to heal that would and he still wanted the life they promised each other. "Besides, no one wants an old man like me. They want old men like Roman."

#( answered. )

[bearruiz]

My nana told me that you're hiding magical abilities... but don't worry I obviously told her you were a wolf! Stupid nana...

"I mean yeah, if I was going to be anything I'd be a Bear but I will take a wolf as secondary thing. I'm afraid I'm just a regular guy."

#( answered. )

[bearruiz]

Permission to climb you like a tree?

"Permission granted. Just watch my knees, I'm not as young as I used to be. Or better yet, I could just lie down."

#( answered. ) #( i'll never have a reason to use these gifs so it can go here )

[bearruiz]

laynebaudelaire​:

-

“It’s okay,” she chuckled. “It’s good to see you Bear!” Embracing the man into a hug, she was thankful to know her dad at least had someone in town beyond the kids. Things were complicated as is, but the loyalty this man had shown to Roman for years was the truest of them all. She’d known him since she was a young girl and often got him to play into her games of the three little bears and trying to sneak a bowl of sugary cereal from him when he wasn’t paying attention. Over the years, she only heard things through the grapevine similar to her father and kept it as such. So, it was nice to run into a former face of her youth. One who had always been a friendly and welcoming figure despite the circumstances. 

“Uh no, actually should be heading home soon. Pulled an all nighter trying to piece some stuff together.” She had hit the stage of delirium a few hours ago and was now just cruising on sugar and caffeine. “How are you? Feel like I haven’t seen you in forever.”

-

His arm easily wrapped Layne up, giving her a tight squeeze. Bear had been Roman’s friend for twenty odd years and had seen the kids all grow up. She wasn’t the young girl who would play make belief and always convince him to give up his ice cream supply. Sometimes it was hard to separate them from their memories but they were all their own people, some even getting too tall for his liking. “It’s good to see you too,” he said, giving her another quick squeeze before letting her go. Bear had always thought he would have kids that would grow up, looking up to the Baudelaire kids but that hadn’t been in the cards for him. 

“Shit, that’s a long night,” he replied, shaking his head. The older man was too old to pull an all nighter. He could barely stay up past midnight these days. “Definitely no coffee for you then but you should get something to eat,” he added. Part of him still always tried to be a caretaker to Roman’s kids, even if they weren’t his family. “I’ve been good, you know, just working at the same ol’ boring stuff,” he shrugged. “Want me to get you something to eat?” he offered since he was already ordering something for himself.

#c: layne #layne: breakfast

[bearruiz]

adelitaflores​:

A little deception goes a long way

Closed starter @bearruiz

Where: Uncle Rick’s Auto Repair Shop

When: Early afternoon

The High Priestess of Helka’s Own was just finishing up with plans for that month’s circle casting when she received a notification from her second Matias, that one of her vehicles was ready for collection. Typically, such matters were handled by an associate of hers given that Adelita barely had time to select her own wardrobe – yes, she had people for that too – let alone organising the repair and collection of hers and her family’s cars. However, this time, the witch had a very specific reason for having Matias and another witch drive her to the auto repair shop.

Bear had been in town for some time now and an automatic invitation to join the coven had been given upon his arrival. Said invitation had been politely declined. Unaligned witches in Opulence were not unheard of, though they weren’t entirely common. However, each unaligned witch had been assessed from afar, and Bear was one of the few Adelita had decided to actively pursue. His experience in the Navy, and his close ties to some of the town’s residents had piqued the witch’s interest.

As such, Adelita arrived at the car shop, seated in the back passenger seat of one of her many black Cadillac Escalade SUV’s. The two men at the front, including her loyal, portly second Matias quickly exited the vehicle and opened the door for the Priestess to exist. Her dark curls, faintly streaked with the odd unashamed silver streak, hung loose about one shoulder. She was dressed in a beige Dior suit, with the jacket sleeves rolled up to her elbows, and the pant suits billowing in the lazy, warm Colorado wind. Upon her feet were six-inch matching patent Saint Laurent stiletto pumps and the shades she wore to shield her eyes from the sun were unsurprisingly outrageously expensive Cartier shades.  The men who escorted her inside the car repair shop wore suits of a similar expense, but were black in comparison to her beige. The three made an intimidating group, but anyone who knew of the witch knew she was a fair, and friendly town leader. Even as she walked through the auto repair shop, her thin lips were smiling pleasantly, and as she reached the man she was looking for, the witch lifted the shades atop of her head, exposing almond shaped dark brown eyes.

At the age of thirty-eight, Adelita bore the thin, tell-tale lines of age, and her face was beautiful; chiselled, a warm, flawless complexion and a strong, straight nose. In her six inch heals she stood an impressive five foot ten and cut a willowy, slender figure. Her outfit, like always was classic, simple, tasteful yet never designed to lend her any sexuality. The woman’s power came from her quick mind, her silver tongue and the power she channelled from her ancient bloodline and her united coven, she needed no sexual appeal; though that’s not to say no one could appreciate her as an attractive woman.

“Gabriel” Adelita greeted warmly, the pitch of her voice was low, lower than one might expect from a woman, but it was rich and friendly, soothing in contrast to the scowling security who stood but a metre behind her, either side. “I’d like to collect the vehicle my people dropped here last Friday” she explained the reason for them being there. No introductions were necessary, she knew exactly whom she was addressing despite never having met him in person, and she knew he would know exactly who she was. The witch held out her hand for the Bear to shake, the gaudy gold and emerald family ring glinting eagerly on the finger one would usually wear a wedding band. “And I would like to apologise for leaving my agave plant in the passenger seat”. The lie was smooth and undetectable as the woman was an adept in the art of deception. Leaving the over watered, browning succulent had been no accident; in the short space of time between abandoning it and collecting it, there simply was no way the plant would have recovered; no way except green magic.

-

The witch had always hidden his magic. It was an old habit from his parents, who left their home because of their skills. That fear and protectiveness of his magic and beliefs was inherited and he kept ahold of it. Only in his home would he practice his magic and worship the gods that his parents had. His sister held none of those concerns like he did but he kept his magic close to his chest, wanting that one secret for himself. He didn’t need a coven and had no interest in getting stronger, the magic he had was functional and that’s all he needed it to be. 

Not even his boss knew what he really was so when a plant almost blew his cover, he was furious. The plant hadn’t been in the best state when he noticed it sitting in the front seat of the SUV. The leaves had begun to brown, starting to look brittle and in need of water. As it has been since he moved to Opulence, plants reacted to him without him even trying. When he grabbed the pot out, his fingers brushed the soil and a spark of green magic went into the dirt. The plant started to show life again, the deflated brown leaves a new lively sage green colour. He had cursed under his breath, ready to throw the plant in the garbage given that it had almost given him away. 

While no one had seen what had happened, the witch was paranoid about it now. He was considerably more irritated that afternoon, even snapping at one of the apprentices in his distracted state. Bear had hidden his magic for decades and one damn plant was going to ruin it for him. Over the next few days, he made a show of tending to the plant instead, researching the best conditions for it and watering the plant. He left it out in the sun, where it was meant to be living.

When the woman showed up for her car, Bear stepped out to greet her, ready to hand over the paper work. He chuckled, shaking his head. “I think you should apologise to the agave plant instead of me,” he replied, looking down at her outstretched hand. He knew who she was, even if Rick hadn’t pointed out that she was an important customer for them so he did his best to stay cordial even when he wanted to hide from her. “My hands are covered in grease, I wouldn’t want to get you dirty,” he said, not raising his hand to shake hers.

“But in better news, the car is good to go and so is your plant. Turns out some love and care was all it needed,” he lied. 

#c: adelita #adelita: agave

[bearruiz]

#( bear. ) #bby #injury tw

[bearruiz]

mariahcadieux​:

Bear with

Closed starter @bearruiz

Where: Supernaturals

When: Any time after 10pm

The night was going suspiciously smoothly, Mariah had noticed. Dancers were ready and waiting for their set allocated dance times, there was no mistake in music, or lost/broken costumes, patrons were all on their best behaviour, even generous, and no one had tried to enter the club that were barred or under suspicion. It was good, good for the performers, good for staff, good for general morale, and Mariah was happy for everyone, but… she was chomping at the bit.

The blonde stood at the entrance of the club, just in the doorway since was not a que for entrance. It was the middle of the week so there were fewer patrons – but they were generally the saner, financially stable and more respectful clientele.

Mariah stood dressed in faded mom jeans rolled at the ankle, a white sleeveless crop top, her usual black leather jacket and a pair of military heeled boots. She usually lived in flats, but the performers had insisted that a vampire who felt no pain or discomfort in heals, and who stood at only five foot four should be wearing heels, and Mariah – who had a huge soft spot for the dancers she protected – had obliged only recently and purchased a few pairs of heals, but according to her preferred grunge aesthetic. It was the only part of her ensemble that looked remotely dressed up. Her blonde hair hung in waves to her waist, brushed but not styled, as usual, and on her face, she wore nothing. With perfectly smooth, flawless, porcelain vampiric skin, Mariah didn’t see the point. Sure, her long naturally gold lashes were a bit of a statement in comparison to the dark lacquered lashes and falsies of the women around her, but Mariah was too restless to spend time sitting around painting her face.

That same restlessness was the reason she stood with her arms folded across her chest, her weight resting on one healed foot, the toes of her other foot tapping the ground so rapidly it was a blur to mortal eyes.

She had not fought that Monday at the cage, and when her violent urges were not expressed in some way, she found her sobriety (not killing) even harder than usual.  Her delicate facial features were pressed into a tight frown, her rosebud lips pressed into a wonky grimace of dissatisfaction. Despite her petite size and frame, Mariah looked every inch the predator due to her naturally narrow green eyes and the fangs she rarely retracted back into her gums. The woman was no traditional beauty, her strange smile and upturned nose often off putting to some, but she was rather memorable and striking to look at.

A familiar scent carried by the warm wind crossed Mariah’s upturned little nose and she flitted from the doorway to standing directly outside the entrance to wait for him. She knew the scent well, being that he was regular and a friend of that fool Roman who also worked as security at Supernatural’s – though not that night. And so, Mariah was ready to lay her narrow eyes on werewolf.

-

Some would say he frequented Supernaturals more than a man in his fifties should but some days. Today was one of those days where he just ended at the club door. After a long hard day at work listening to customers try and argue about the price of a repair, he could use a stiff drink and a pretty little something in his lap. The witch could only imagine what his sister or even his ex-wife would think of his behaviour. He was sure they’d claim he was going through a midlife crisis or a show of disappointment. Luckily for him, his sister stayed out of his business and his wife was long gone so neither of them had a say. 

The shop had kept him late, waiting for a customer to pick up their car and the clean up that followed. That was why he didn’t bother going home that night, showing up at the club door with his grease stained shirt and jeans on, dark boots on his feet. At this point, every item of clothing he owned had a bit of grease on it or an oil stain. It was a hazard of his job and he stopped caring to get the stains out. The only people who saw him were customers and people on the other side of the bar and he didn’t care about what they thought. 

Making his way up to the daughter, he saw the blonde in the door way and he froze for a moment. That would mean Roman wasn’t working. For a moment, he thought about turning around and going to a regular bar but he was already here and he was certain that Mariah had already seen him. It would look stupid if he turned and ran. He wasn’t exactly avoiding the blonde security guard but he normally kept a wide berth from her, getting the sense that she was angry a lot of the time. 

It didn’t take a rocket scientist to tell that Mariah had an issue with Roman. He didn’t know enough about the two’s relationship that he could figure out what the tension was. Sure, he could make a guess when it came to Roman’s more reckless ways but he knew better than to assume and get slapped by someone. “Evening,” he greeted, nodding in her direction. “Wanna check my idea?” he checked, knowing he looked far older than the regulated age of twenty one.

#c: mariah #mariah: tension

[bearruiz]

sirensofia​:

         “That’s just a dumb thing that his son said,” Sofia responded even though Bear was right and the way Sofia looked at him, a soft swallow of saliva showed she sort of knew he was right. Sofia didn’t have it in her to just take things from Roman though, to deny him what he wanted. So the closest she had come was saying they must have ‘forgot’ to put certain things he wanted in the take away bag - he was no doubt starting to think BJ Burgers just didn’t know how to pack nuggets. 

          Sofia rolled her eyes when he said he had no taste for fashion, no doubt Roman would have told her the same - or said that his taste in fashion was short and tight when it came to her. “Noooo,” she rolled out in English, the words long and drawn in objection to the idea of it. Even if Sofia was not planning it she knew it was happening. Yashica had told the girls they were doing it and it was meant to just be getting Roman a nice gift and Sofia had practically grabbed the reigns on it and took the whole thing up fifty notches. But…there certainly had been a shift since the hospital stay, one that felt both satisfying and terrifying all at once. She had only told Saylor and Callie about Roman had been when the heart attack happened but she suspected Roman might have told Bear, since he was really the only person closer to him than Sofia.

          “So I was texting this to Mars earlier and saying how I want it to be like Nevada trailer park glam,” her words having shifted into English the moment she had denounced his teasing. “I showed him Roman’s favourite photo of me,” Sofia stated, bringing it up on her iPhone covered in a thick glittering etsy case. She’d stated favourite with a level of confidence that was potentially wrong in that Roman would never admit if a sweeter image of her was, in reality, his favourite. “So like this sort of vibe, I already stole the shirt of his I have on to recreate the look and Mars is going to help me work on a dance to Bad Girlfriend by Theory of a Deadman, he has a bunch of their CDs in his truck. So I figured I’d replace a bunch of the chairs in here with like fold up chairs, have all the girls in like leopard print and satin and like get some dumb flamingos and cactuses and stuff.”

           Every word Sofia said came out of her mouth with such excitement, glimmer in her eyes and the corners of her mouth turned up. She’d been working on it for ages but they were getting close and she felt like this would help him get over the whole hospital stay, remind him how much he means to everyone at the club. Sofia could tell how hard it was for him whenever the machines began to beep that they were getting too hot and heavy, or when one of the doctors said in front of her that he needed to eat better or make sure to take his meds. “What do you think?”

-

Gabriel gave her a side long look, raising his brow. If his kids were talking about it, it was probably true. They had all done their part in trying to keep things normal around their friend but there were subtle changes they’d all made. Feelings were at the bottom of the list of conversation topics they had. Bear had even contributed himself, drinking less, pacing himself and suggesting that Roman do the same thing if they were already buzzed and having fun. It might not be coming out and saying that they cared but he doubted Roman could handle that anyway.

Even if the old man tried to deny what was going on with him, Bear knew something was up and it hadn’t taken much to figure out it was his health. It had been a fright for him, not just because it was his friend and he had kids and people who cared for him. For Bear, it was a reminder of his mortality as a man not much younger than Roman was. They shared similar bad habits and neither showed signs of slowing down. The past few weeks have given Bear time to reconsider that stance on his own mortality and the time he had left on this earth but he hadn’t landed on an answer yet. 

Sofia’s excitement was infectious. The idea seemed extravagant and maybe too thought out for something Roman would likely grumble about, even in a loving way. Taking a glance at the picture, the words kind of started making sense but he nodded regardless, handing the phone back. “He’d probably be into whatever you wore,” he pointed out. Maybe Roman wasn’t the best at showing how he felt for the girl, Bear could see there was something there. “You might want to add a little blow up pool and throw in some jelly wrestling,” he chuckled. The idea was meant to be a joke but he absently scratched his beard, shaking his head. “Although, that’s not a bad idea actually. If you wanted to add some extra entertainment in.” 

Bear doubted that Roman eyes would be on anyone except the woman at his side. He could see in her eyes that this was more than just the dance. For a moment, he wanted to reach out and comfort her but they weren’t close enough for him to offer. “He’ll love it, sobrina querida,” he replied, giving her a softer smile then he normally would. “I’m guessing you’re gonna want some help setting this up?” 

#c: sofia #sofia: friends #heart attack mention tw