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DEMETER.
RYAN FISHER, owner of little dove diner.
just a little bit of what i need,
to soothe an appetite that i can't feed, isn't that good for me ?
accessorizing before the fact
alibis couldn't stay intact, as guilty as a gun
blasting deep underground, getting down to the continental shelf
i'll pretend i'm surprised by the lies that i'm telling to myself
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sheriffhenryfisher.
Henry nodded, glad that he wasn’t going to have to be the one to try and take Reina Thane down. While he wasn’t scared of the woman, he was certainly not willing to be the arresting officer, she’d probably put some sort of voodoo curse on his family and home– well, minus Rowan. He was quite aware that Reina and Rowan were at the very least, good friends. But she certainly wouldn’t hesitate to burn his skull right through with her glare. Addie probably wouldn’t enjoy the idea of Reina, yet again, getting away with the same shit but Addie wouldn’t be the one to approach the woman either. “Okay, good, good,” he nodded, in agreement. “We Fishers can’t be that fucking dumb. Not trying to make more enemies in this town,” he added. Being that Henry Fisher was a police officer, he’d always be the enemy of the gangs but being the sheriff was a whole other story. Plus, the feud with Cronus… Certainly didn’t need the gangs to have another reason to hate him.
“Look– I get it, but I need something. And I think he knows something. You hear anything, you’d tell me, right?” Henry asked, hoping that at least Ryan would be on his side. He just wanted to help the kid after all. Bring about justice and whatnot. “Mayor Fucklord doesn’t freak me out– he’s just… well, he’s a Fucklord with little to do besides act like he runs the place,” Henry replied. Henry Fisher was certainly not scared of the mayor, however, he was afraid of being fired. But those were two very separate things. As much as Henry would love to, he cannot curse the man out without losing his job, at least, he’s pretty sure about that. “He was nice to you? Was he high?” he asked, genuinely curious. Maybe he was a nice guy if you didn’t work for him or maybe he just was hitting on the eldest Fisher– which he certainly wouldn’t stand for. Almost throwing up in his mouth, Henry attempted to rebound. How the fuck did she not know the lingo when his old ass knew this shit?
“Fucking Christ, Ryan, if you feel old, I must be a mummy! And not like the cool mummies they did a really good job like wrapping with the toilet paper stuff… Like the one they left out in the sun to rot for a few days while the buzzards ate my dead ass body,” Henry paused, slightly. “Do they have buzzards in Egypt? I don’t know but if they don’t some other fucking animal ate that shit. You’re my daughter– if you’re old, I’m fucking ancient is the point,” Henry said, finally getting around to the point. “At least we’re both still pretty,” he shrugged, reaching out to pat Ryan on the cheek.
Even though the thought of bringing Reina down sounded immensely pleasing, Ryan doesn’t think she’d ever truly bring that fantasy to fruition. Not for Reina, or for the concept of justice, but for Rowan. Sure, their family and the Thane’s had their own personal feud, but the idea of ripping another family from Rowan doesn’t seem fair to Ryan, even if this person has pained her without a trace. Besides, it was better not to get lodged within the sticky mess that was Reina Thane, she couldn’t even imagine the repercussions of that.
Not trying to make more enemies in this town. Something about that statement pains Ryan immensely, knowing her family has always been on the outside of things and not in a good way. Over the years, she always wondered if this is what her father had wanted out of life. When she was younger, Henry had always seemed like a superhero in her eyes. She loved the idea of her father wielding the sword of justice, bringing bad people down, and spreading what was good in the world. As she got older, this remained, but sometimes she feared that this war wasn’t what Henry had envisioned when becoming a cop. This was something else entirely. “We have enemies?” Ryan questions with a smile, hoping to lighten the unwanted thoughts that plow through her mind.
“I’ll listen close to customers this week, I promise. If I hear anything, you’ll be the first to know. What makes you think he knows something? Maybe he’s just scared, I know I would be.” Henry earns another laugh to sound from Ryan, “I hope you’re not calling him Mayor Fucklord to his face. I don’t think that’d bode well with your employment..” Then her brows furrow, “I mean, I guess he does kinda run the place. He’s the mayor. Maybe you can do some research on him. You know, do your sheriff thing and dig up some dirt.” Ryan begins fillin napkin dispensers as they speak, eyebrows shooting upwards in amusement, “What, is he not nice to you? He was nice to me, though, and he definitely wasn’t high. The conversation was pretty brief and I had just been punched in the face, so maybe my judgment is clouded.”
“Oh, please! You’re still way cooler than I’ll ever be and that’s just a fact. Okay, honestly, I think we should shed some light on the fact that you just said the mummies wrapped themselves in what you like to call toilet paper stuff.” Ryan laughs out, her eyes widening as she looks to her father. “I have no clue. Maybe we can Google it. I think you’d be a cool mummy though, buried with jewels and all your treasures. The Fisher Tomb.” At the compliment, Ryan smiles, her free hand resting on her chest. “We’ll always have our good looks, Dad, and that’s also a fact.”
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allclarke.
allana needed someone like ryan on her side. someone she had a real connection to, who she was loyal to. ryan knew the ins and outs of her, minus a few key details of her past. but sometimes that just didn’t matter, especially considering how she wasn’t planning on going back to life now. so having something more than some forced friendship was nice for allana. she felt normal because of her. “charm? is that what we’re calling it now?” a hoarse chuckle fell from her lips—almost feeling like blood was about to be hacked up, but it was nice to get to smile regardless. anything to keep her mind off of what was going on. because allana knew that it was only a matter of time before she let silence take over and she was left here for days without saying a word.
“okay, okay, if you say so. i mean, there’s no harm in trying anyway, right?” and maybe chucking plates at full force toward a wall would be a good thing. maybe it would have some affect on her because lord knew she had to get this anger and pain out somehow. would it cure her entirely? probably not, but anything that could help was at least something. “wait, you’re talking about right now? what’re you breaking me out of the hospital or something? aren’t you supposed to be the good one around here?” the brunette teased. she wouldn’t mind a little field trip. truthfully, the same four walls were getting a little boring.
Ryan feels an abundance of pride when it comes to her unexpected friendship with Allana, she was proud to be her friend. Something about their dynamic made Ryan feel normal for once, or as if her presence in this town actually had true value instead of being the stubborn woman filled with distaste who ran the diner. With that, she’s willing to do whatever she could to aid Allana’s recovery, both mentally and physically. Perhaps this was a time for both of them to heal, to find where they belong in this town. “Oh, shut up.” Ryan laughs out, her smile wide and bright. She sends a playfully concerned look over to Allana, signalling for her to take it easy. The last thing the both of them needed was for Allana to start spewing blood while on their little escape mission.
“Exactly, and if you hate it then we can stop by the diner and I’ll make you something to eat that isn’t gross hospital food.” Ryan couldn’t help the laughter that bubbles from her, “Yes, right now. I’m not breaking you out..” She trails off, looking to the sky in mock thought, trying to find a way to word it that didn’t sound completely ridiculous. “I’m...taking you on a field trip which is so much more tame than breaking you out, duh.” With that, she helps Allana up, “Hey, I’m still the good one, I’m doing this for good reasons.” It’s said with another laugh, a part of her wanting to burst into a fit of laughter just at the simple thought of her being the good one. Maybe that label should have been a good thing, especially with the chaos that brews in this town, but somehow being good seemed worse than being bad nowadays.
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raminakhatri.
Ramina decided to take pity as the reddening of Ryan’s cheeks grew, not pushing their past trysts to the front of their conversation anymore. But at the same time…it was disappointing to see how thoroughly Ryan seemed to have little desire to relieve any of those private moments. IT was difficult to tell whether it was pride or nostalgia that made her miss them more, though perhaps it was some combination of the two. Ramina looked away as Ryan denied her little, flirting tease, not liking the way it reminded her of when the blonde had originally cut off their times together in the past.
“Andy helped me,” she revealed with a nonchalant shrug, taking a sip of her drink before finding Ryan’s gaze again. Her brows rose a little at Ryan’s question, surprised by her sudden curiosity when she’d always notoriously not been the biggest fan of the gangs. “What’s with all the sudden questions?” Ramina asked, a little smile on her lips.Then she waved a dismissive hand at Ryan’s words, knowing them to be ridiculous. “You know that’s not true. People would flock,” she finished with a little laugh at the way Ryan had phrased it.
Maybe it’s needless to say by now, but Ryan was too stubborn for her own good. She pulled herself from pleasures in life, in fear that she didn’t truly deserve them. She’d be lying if she said Ramina didn’t make her ridiculously giddy and content, and the thought of their fleeting nights together earns a sensation similar to butterflies to erupt in her stomach. But the idea of admitting that, for some reason, felt like being kicked in the knees. She’s never been sure what truly holds her back from securing a happy partnership. Pride? Fear? Change? Knowing Ryan, it might have been all of those things at once.
“That’s nice of him. He’s a good guy.” That was the first time she’s ever admitted that, but Ryan was full of firsts lately, maybe soon she’ll admit to actually missing Ramina. “I like asking questions, I’m an endlessly curious person, you of all people should know this.” Then she shrugs, knowing her sudden curiosity surrounding the clubs has certainly come at a random time, but she couldn’t help it. It’s only a matter of time before living within her nicely decorated cage of morals and hatred burst open with a loud bang. “Alright, alright, fine. I’ll take your word for it. Let’s just hope I never give people a reason to flock.”
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emmanuelclaros.
“No, I think skaters said shit like ‘tubular’ and ‘rad.’ I don’t think I’ve ever said any of those things and I’d be insulted if you think I did,” Manny chuckled. He glanced at Ryan and flashed a smile; she seemed like she’d had a long day.
“So what brings you here tonight? Besides the urge to have a drink, I mean.”
“Tubular?” Ryan questions with a laugh, “I don’t think I’ve ever heard someone say the word tubular in my forty years on this planet. But, you know what, I’ll take your word for it.” Having a long day might have been an understatement, especially since Ryan forces long days on herself. It was easier than doing nothing, somehow. But maybe her workaholic ways were a topic for another time.
“Um, I’m not sure. I guess I just wanted to drink a little. I’ve been working a lot. What about you, tubular man?” Another laugh sounds from her before she orders some white wine. “Don’t judge my drink of choice, I like feeling like a suburban housewife with five kids after a long day of work, and that calls for white wine.”
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ryderxaeron.
“Brooding bad boy with a rough past, I’d say.” Ryder mused with a laugh. “It sounds weird, but hey it’s probably true.” He didn’t know what else would work to describe him besides dumbass, if he was being honest. “Okay yeah I think you win the cliche contest.” Nudging her a little bit, he dropped his own cigarette butt onto the ground.
He didn’t have to look at Ryan to see the look she was giving him, but he still glanced up when she spoke. “Your sorry does a lot, actually.” It was the truth. His entire life up until fifteen, he thought that he was nothing he could do right. So hearing people remind him that he had a place, that while he had done a lot of shit, this wasn’t something he had done, it helped. His voice shakes a little as he mumbles “Thanks Ryan,” The feeling of having a home, of having somewhere to go, still smacked him right in the gut even after all this time.
Letting her put a hand on his cheek, Ryder smiled softly and shook his head. “There’s a lot to thank you for. All of you.” He watched the process of Ryan get rid of her cigarette butt, as he crossed his arms across his chest and nodded. “Yeah, it almost feels like the universe put all of us here for a reason,” Ryder mused. He knew how the woman next to him felt about the clubs, and how it must feel to live in this town during this war, but right now he didn’t think he could handle that conversation at the moment. But at the mention of food, Ryder’s grin got broader. “You know I’d never say no to your cooking Ryan.”
Ryan laughs, “Oh, I kinda love that. Though, would a bad boy admit that they’re a bad boy? That’s the real question.” She hopes she could at least brighten his mood with her comments, sensing that something more than just the presence of his mother was going on. At least that’s how Ryan views it, and perhaps she knew the sensation all too well.
What he says next earns her careful smile to grow slightly, as having being reassured that her apologies have weight means more than she’ll ever be able to describe. Ryan has become a woman filled to the brim with apologizes, she practically oozes them at every turn, and most of the time they’re taken in just to avoid her stubbornness, but Ryder takes them to heart and for that she’s grateful. “Good. I’ll give you every sorry my body can muster if it means something to you, no matter what.” And she means that with everything in her.
Now, her head cants to the side before speaking. She won’t speak of club business, she wasn’t even sure if she had the energy to do so. But the idea of everyone being here for a reason does spark her interest a tad. “You think so? Do you believe in that saying? You know, that everyone is here for a reason and that everything happens for a reason.” While she speaks, she leads her and Ryder into the diner, sending a small wave and a smile over to a customer who greets her upon arrival. “I’m honored. What do you want today then? Pancakes? I just added double chocolate chip pancakes to the menu, if you wanna try those.”
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pheme-felicity.
Felicity was shocked the other woman didn’t immediately defend her sister. She was so accustomed to everyone in Olympus choosing Rowan over herself for many reasons that it was actually shocking that it wasn’t happening again. “Well, I have a little house I’m going to look at but thank you, you’re kind to say I’ve done nothing wrong, perhaps not this time.” She laughed a bit at herself, “Don’t be sorry for your sister, you can’t control her or her decisions, that’s what Reina does.” She smirked, “But you can get drunk with me and help me forget I’ve been miserable all week.”
It’s not that Ryan didn’t want to defend Rowan, she’ll always want to, but Ryan had a fiercly stubborn moral compass and there was no changing that. She stuck by what she believed no matter who got involved, family or not. “That’s really good, I’m relieved. Still, if you ever need anything just let me know. Despite the things you’ve done in life, especially within your career, you’ve done nothing to deserve to lose all of your things. That’s just fucked up.” A gentle, reassuring smile graces Ryan’s expression before she turns her gaze back to her hands. The mention of Reina makes her stomach turn almost instantly, and she has to fight the urge to roll her eyes. “You have a point. But Rowan is still a grown adult who can dictate her own choices, and she chose to do this, and for that I’m sorry.” The smile on her face grows, looking back over to the other blonde. “I’d love that, honestly. The first rounds are on me. What are we feeling? Whiskey or tequila? I’m thinking tequila.”
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text message - Richard.
Richard: Well it's not like you went out and did this, right? Which I know you didn't, obviously. So it's not your fault. It's my fault because I'm involved and no one else's fault. I just miss her, she was like my pet.
Richard: I'll try not to but things seem like they're only gonna get worse. Someone's gonna end up real hurt.
Richard: You miss someone trying to eat all of your food? Interesting.
Richard: I mean I don't know if I'm a good teacher but maybe I do. I think it could be fun.
Ryan: That's true. There's no way you club members can't just...talk it out? I never really understood why you couldn't. Well, maybe this can be turned into a good thing! Why don't you work on an even better bike in her memory?
Ryan: There has to be something we could do to prevent that. I could help.
Ryan: Of course. As a lover of cooking, that's the highest form of flattery, didn't you know?
Ryan: I'm probably a shit teacher too, so we're on the same page. I think it could be fun too. It's a deal then. Here's hoping I don't crack my head on the pavement and you don't leave eggshells in the french toast mixture.
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wargodknox.
Who would have thought they’d be together, sharing a sandwich and talking like old friends? He certainly hadn’t envisioned his day going like this given just what he’d been up to minutes before, but he certainly wasn’t complaining. Long as it wasn’t a Thane or a Primordial, company was company and in this moment, he’d take whoever was willing to spend a second with him. Being left with his own thoughts when the guilt about what had happened with Ryder and his current inability to do anything about was still fresh in his mind just made him dangerous to be alone. He’d take whatever the fuck he could get even if that something was a conversation with his ex. Taking another bite of his sandwich as she explains that it hadn’t been one of his own to pop her in the eye but instead it had been Mrs. Thane herself, it’s with a roll of his eyes that he nods his head, understanding exactly where she’s coming from. Had he been thinking straight, Reina being the culprit would have been his first guess.
“What?” He asks, the smile budding on his face making it clear he was joking around. “You asking me to smack around a woman for you, Goldie? A mother at that?” Not that he wouldn’t do it if it was a real request. As much as Knox liked to pretend he was a standup guy, as much as he loved to say that he was a man of morals and there were lines he wouldn’t even dare to cross, there were in actuality few things he wouldn’t be willing to do in life. Violence was ingrained in him. He had been born, shaped, and molded into a man who would one day go on to commit atrocious acts and though there were times where he attempted to deny and stifle that part of him, deep down he knew the type of person he was, a monster. A bastard of a person who held little dear and was willing to do whatever in order to satisfy that need he had for hurting people. “Did you at least hit her back? Your pops is the sheriff, and it’s self-defense. Not like she can do shit to you in return for it and someone eventually needs to knock her down a peg or two. Being a Thane doesn’t mean you can just do whatever the hell you want without consequence.”
Taking another bite from his food it’s just as he moves to take that first chew that she asks him that question, the suddenness of it all enough to make him swallow on impulse. Bursting into a coughing fit, it’s only when his throat is cleared a moment later that he looks up at her, the sour looks on his face making it clear that her question isn’t in the slightest bit appreciated. “What the fuck, Golds?” Voice strained he puts down his sandwich before moving to take a stand. “That-“ Taking a moment to cough to cover the fact that he just needs a second to think, it’s with a dismissive wave of his hand that he turns from her a moment later to head toward the bar. Pulling three beers from the fridge, he slowly trudges back to her, her question playing in his head as he attempts to come up with something reasonable to say. Taking his seat and placing the beers between them, taking one up and using the tabletop to pop off its cap, he lifts it to his lips for an immediate sip. Downing half of it in a split second, it’s with a satisfied smack of his lips that he grabs at another and pops that open too before finally placing it on Goldie’s side of the table.
“That shit was uh – it was a long time ago, you know? We were something and it was fun and it was great but uh –“ He lifts his beer back to his lips for a smaller sip this time. “I didn’t think it would matter that much.” He admitted, knowing that though she had given him the option to back down from the question that at the very least, he could give her the truth or the closet form of it he could bring himself to admit to. “I couldn’t stay home, and I wasn’t about to go to you and use you for a roof over my head. I needed out and the fucking army guy came by and gave me one. My grades were garbage so finishing school wasn’t happening. I could have waited till I was eighteen and pushed on then but what would I have done? I wouldn’t have been able to move out because I didn’t have a dime to my name, and I hadn’t even graduated. I would have been stuck here even longer and uh-“ He couldn’t even begin to think how he would have turned out if he’d stayed under his father’s thumb even a minute longer. The man had just been, he’d been enough. Too much in fact. To put it in perspective, putting his life on the line with the Army had just seemed like the better option to him than staying with his father. “I had to go. It had nothing to do with you and I’m not about to apologize for what I did. As for talking bout it? That shit happened ages ago, I didn’t realize you needed an answer for it.”
in truth, they might have been in a strangely similar situation, though drastically different in context. ryan, in hindsight, needed not to be alone with her thoughts but to be with someone who could help her aid the hurricane that brews in her belly. it’s raging, threatening to cause the kind of damage most people don’t come back from. in truth, you wouldn’t assume she was as brooding as she was. sure, she was outspoken and absurdly stubborn, but there was more to what she presents outwardly. maybe that’s why they used to get along, aside from having a common hatred for motorcycle clubs back in the day. they obtained a layer of reluctance and unwanted thoughts, smeared with a sense of doubt that neither of them could shake. they were both trapped inside their own heads, and sometimes that was just better with company, even if said company adheres to the same struggle.
one hand reaches up to brush at the bruise on her face, head canting to the side. something about the bruise feels right in a way, as if it belonged on her skin. it was her first taste of chaos in quite a long time, as ryan has become an expert in the art of fading into the background and keeping to herself throughout the years. as he speaks, a smile spreads across her face, a shake of her head following soon after. ❛ oh, right, i completely forgot you were a man of dignity and correct morals. forgive me. ❜ the woman replies jokingly, a quiet laugh escaping her. a part of her feels a pang of guilt, knowing well that knox was anything but a man of authority and good intentions. perhaps he had his moments when they were together, and he made her happy at the time, but it all boiled down to the desire that ran through his veins even when they were so young. it was something seemingly undeniable. ❛ i did. i punched her back and kneed her in the gut, so. at least i got that out. i guess i’m a little rusty, i haven’t really fought anyone since high school.. ❜
when he becomes suddenly frazzled by her question, she couldn’t help but furrow her eyebrows. she’s seen many emotions clamber through this man, but this was certainly unknown territory. in all honesty, she thought he’d pass it off as nothing. maybe give her a swat of his hand and tell her it is what it is and she would just have to live with that. but instead she’s presented with a version of knox that’s coughing, stumbling over his words, and searching endlessly for something to say. something about that makes her more nervous and she’s not sure why. with that, and all her nerves, she takes a long swig from the beer that he places before her. once it runs down her throat and gathers warmly in her chest, she releases a quiet sigh. alcohol bringing her comfort ? she wants to laugh at how fucking cliche she’s become.
then he speaks and ryan can only listen, eyes trained on him. once again, he busts in with a rather unexpected answer, one that oozes a kind of honesty she wasn’t anticipating. guilt pools in her stomach and she can’t help but purse her lips, suddenly feeling bad for even asking. she knows she had a right to, as she was the one left young and alone while he was off somewhere unknown to her. carefully she reaches out to rest her hand over his, sending him a reassuring look. ❛ it’s fine.. ❜ she starts, ❛ i wasn’t expecting an apology. honestly, i wasn’t expecting an explanation either. i guess i just wanted to ask or else i’d be curious forever. thank you for being honest with me. ❜ if there was anything great about ryan, it was her sincerity in moments like this. all feelings aside, she won’t bullshit you. she moves to sit back again, taking another quick sip of the beer in her hand. ❛ relax, knox, it’s okay. ❜ it’s said with a smile and a shrug of her shoulders. ❛ i guess if you ever need someone to talk to, you can come to me. i know that’s not really your style, but it’s mine, so. ❜
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VOICEMAIL FOR @rowanfisher.
calling was the better option, or at least it was the one ryan knows she can handle. this feeling inside her was disgusting, it resembles the feeling of eating bad shrimp. her stomach turns, making a strange noise in the process. her nerves stampede over her, her reluctance to face her sister more prominent than anything. there’s an odd kind of inevitability to this situation, knowing damn well she took part in the undoing of her sister and how they were with one another. in truth, ryan might have lost her way in the midst of it all, and lost rowan on the way too.
either way, she picks up the phone, calling rowan when she knows she would be working. she doesn’t answer, which is expected. it’s what ryan preferred right now, anyway. words might escape her if she had to speak to her one on one in real time. she waits for the quiet beep, and then speaks.
❛ hey, um, it’s me. i know you’re probably busy right now but i wanted to check up on you. ❜ she pauses, ❛ i know about felicity moore’s house. you can deny what happened, or lie, whatever. it’s fine. i just — yeah, i’m disappointed, rowan. what you did was fucking unreal and she didn’t deserve that. but i’m not gonna lecture you on it because nothing can change it, so i’ll let whatever i’m feeling about it fester and move on like the rest. ❜ she pauses again, but a sigh sounds from her this time. her voice was becoming a little shaky, her body threatening to cry. ❛ a part of me thinks i’m not even upset about that, and maybe i’m upset because maybe in reality i’m not your sister anymore. maybe it’s been like that for a long time and both of us are tryin’ to grasp onto this idea of what we thought we could be. i really hope that’s not true, but that’s probably my own fault if it is. but i — rowan, you have such a wonderful family. i know i never told you this, but i really think so. you have people who care about you, people who i really believe would take a bullet for you. that’s really something. ryder, lettie, maddox, and andy. the rest of them too. all i ever wanted was for you to be careful. i wanna see you become a mother because i know you’d be a great one, i wanna see you thrive and live a life that you really want and truly deserve. i guess, i don’t know, maybe i don’t think you deserve this. burning a house, fine, it’s whatever but i guess it’s something bigger from the outside looking in. i don’t want this life to blow up in your face, but even if it does, i hope i can be there with you. i hope this makes sense. ❜ ryan kinda wants this to be over already, her chest felt like it was on fire. ❛ rowan, i’m sorry. i’m sorry about just fucking everything. please, be careful. okay, i’m gonna go now. call me when you can. bye. ❜
#it was rare i was there | self para.#rowanfisher#interactions | rowan.#yes i'm crying everyone LOOK AWAY
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pheme-felicity.
Felicity took her second shot, not sure how the other woman would react. “Your sister is mad at me because I slept with Andy.” She shrugged, “The thing is it wasn’t even that serious okay? We just have this old stupid thing where we use each other and it’s stupid and purely sexual.” She sighed, the world spinning slightly from the tequila. “Anyway..” She looked around to make sure no one, even the bartender could hear her. “I know exactly who burned down my house and why and I think you do too.”
ryan’s gaze averts to stare at her hands that rest on the bar before her, trying to ride out the sudden anger and surprise that begins to course through her. ❛ jesus fucking christ. ❜ the older woman mumbles to herself, wanting terribly to not believe a single thing felicity says, but she knows it’s true. it has to be. ryan knows too well that she’d do anything if it involved andy. ❛ my sister — my sister is a fucking child sometimes. i’m sure you know that by now. she’s become a product of her surroundings, so i guess we can’t really blame her. but if it makes you feel any better, from the outside looking in, you’re the better person in this situation. you did nothing wrong. ❜ she sighs, ❛ let me help you find a new place to live, or at least help you get some new things. it’s the least i can do to make up for my sister’s behavior. i’m really, really sorry. ❜
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text message - Richard.
Richard: Someone actually called you that? Wow. I hope they don't ask for a recommendation for their next job.
Richard: It's not your fault. I'm fine. She's not but I'm fine. And I guess that's what matters. Like I'm not dead yet so I must be doing something right.
Richard: Yes, she doesn't run as smoothly though. Do you know how to ride?
Richard: You need to teach me how to make that french toast.
Ryan: Yep. Jeez, I hope so too. Hopefully they know better.
Ryan: I know, I just can't help but feel terrible. You didn't deserve this, no matter what goes on in these clubs. Dead....YET? Well, don't die any time soon, you haven't even tried my strudel yet. Also, I might miss you.
Ryan: Shit, that sucks. I'm sorry. Nope. I've always wanted to see what it's like. Why, you wanna teach me?
Ryan: Gladly.
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alaric-axson-thane.
Alaric knew that Ryan disproved of his involvement in the club, he’d known it for a long time. And in fact, a lot of the time he agreed to her about it, he was just too tied up into it in a way that he hadn’t expected to be and now the idea of getting out was near impossible. So the question surprised him, especially as he wasn’t sure if Ryan meant him personally or the club in general taking someone under their wing. “Hey, I don’t think I ever properly thanked you for taking care of my fish,” he smiled back before getting right to the point, “Okay, who is it?” he asked, a little curious.
ryan knew too well of alaric’s concrete involvement with the club. she was aware that when you’re in it, there’s no real way out. most of the time, that severely saddened her, wishing alaric could get a grasp at a better life. especially now more than every considering he has kendra in his life. she’s also aware of how unexpected her question must be, coming from someone notoriously known for being anti-mc. but this was becoming personal. her smile widens, ❛ no need to thank me. it was my pleasure. you really take those fish seriously, huh ? how many do you have exactly ? i didn’t count when i was looking after them. ❜ surprisingly, her question was sincere. ❛ felicity moore. ❜ the woman states, her voice quieting just a tad. ❛ i need to protect her and soon. someone burned down her fuckin’ house, for crying out loud. she’s at risk. i couldn’t live with myself if i didn’t make sure she was safe. but i can’t do it alone. ❜
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alaric’s presence has grown more prominent at the diner, with him watching over kendra and making sure she was safe. in truth, ryan couldn’t blame him. not only was this war growing more and more chaotic, now there were random fires involved. within the state of things, ryan is fearful of picturing what could happen next. though she’s become more open minded, per say, in regards to the clubs in town, she still could never approve of this kind of behavior. it was unreal. not to mention ryan had felicity on her mind now, and what her own sister had done in relation to it. burned down a fucking house. just as she had started to see rowan as a grown adult who could make valuable decisions, she does this. it honestly was beginning to feel like karma in a way, for being so reluctant to accept rowan’s rebellion at such a young age. but ryan was only trying to please their parents, not destroy someone’s home.
with that, she approaches alaric, moving to sit opposite of him. ❛ hey, married man. ❜ she says with a smile, thinking it’s best to open this topic with something lighthearted. ❛ listen, i need your help protecting someone. ❜
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text message - Richard.
Richard: You had to fire someone? What did they do? Do you need me to beat them up?!
Richard: Am I being sarcastic or serious? We just don't know.
Richard: Uh, well
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Richard: Yes. It's sort of hard to talk about, you know? That was my kid and now she's gone. Just like that. I don't even know why they did it. It's like they're retaliating with no reason. I just don't know what to do. I can't remember if I had bike insurance or not. No bike will ever be the same.
Ryan: Yep! They've just been so disrespectful towards me for so long, I got sick of it. I found a note they shared to someone calling me a cunt. Omg, please don't beat anyone up. But it's sweet that you asked.
Ryan: I like it. Keeps the air of mystery alive.
Ryan: Jesus, I'm so sorry, sweetheart. I was never fully aware of being attached to the bikes, I'm sorry for bringing it up, I just wanted to make sure you were okay. They're just adding fuel to the fire, to make this war worse. That's what they do. What you can do is be careful. Again, I'm really sorry. Do you have a spare bike?
Ryan: If you ever wanna talk about it or just get your mind off it, let me know. We can hang out or something.
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pheme-felicity.
She turned to face Ryan, giving her a soft half smile. She was too drunk to put on a front and she wasn’t feeling herself anyway. “Thank you, Ryan. I know who you are.” She motioned to get three more shots from the bartender and slid one over to Ryan. “Thank you for that. I love your diner. I reunited with my cousin there not too long ago and I’ve been staying with him but I’ve got a new place lined up. A change will be nice, I guess.” She sighed and took another shot, “I’m afraid you won’t be so nice to me when you figure out the whole story though, it does concern your sister..”
her nerves begin to subside a tad, feeling strangely accomplished at the idea of felicity actually knowing who she was. it was a nice reminder that she wasn’t a total ghost within this town. ❛ you’re welcome, sweetheart. ❜ she nods her head and mumbles a small thank you for the shot, downing it quickly. she really needed it in moments like this. ❛ thank you very much. like i said, it’s always a safe space. people know better than to start shit over there. oh, wow. that’s so sweet. thank goodness you have him, at least, especially right now. who’s your cousin ? ❜ at the mention of rowan, ryan’s head snaps towards the other woman, eyebrows furrowed. in truth, she goes instantly into protective big sister mode, a strange sort of sinking occurring in her stomach. ❛ excuse me ? ❜ she questions, her voice raising in tone just a tad. ❛ what does rowan have to do with this ? ❜
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