Something like this definitely wasn't Wren's speed--not because she was against flowers, but because she'd never really partook in such a big event like this and it was a lot of people. Happy people and happy families and bright ass colors...
Okay maybe she was a little against the flowers.
But since everyone was here, she figured what the hell and she'd see what all the fuss was about, maybe find a tree to sit under and day drink since she saw the bar had a beer garden- which is exactly what she was doing now, a plastic cup of beer mostly emptied in one hand and a joint in the other, taking a long drag from it as she people watched. She was just blowing the smoke out too when a shadow came up over her and she huffed the rest of it out of her mouth. "Before you try and give me shit this is a nature thing and pot comes a leaf thank you very much."
There's nothing better in this entire world than being with him.
Her saving grace, the man she met on a runaway trip to LA and a connection that sparked a friendship that would last five years, spark something that would create a little family she never imagined having before. Something she recently didn't feel guilty about having around especially now that Dallas is potentially in the picture.
Colton is standing by her side, looking at the flowers when he hears something behind them. "Cal!" The little boy screams, whipping around and charging over towards the brunette.
Christina turns around, a smile curving her features as a soft laugh leaves her as Colton lunges into his leg.
The library of Krovs was an essential tool to his work with the Council. Having every book at his disposal made translating things far easier than he could have ever expected, If only he had such a resource when he worked for the British Museum. Right now however, Elliot was browsing the library for his own personal interest rather than fro something relating to his work for the vampires. He was currently looking for a book relating to hybrids trying to see if there was anything that his parents had chose to withhold from him growing up, however instead he found a slave who looked awfully lost or deeply in thought.
“Excuse me do you need help finding something? Or are you just engrossed in this section of the library?”
Bill Watterson was right. The best way to tell your story is to appear out of nowhere, drop the best newspaper comic of all time, and disappear off the face of the Earth. No licensing, no remakes, no adaptions. That story is yours and yours alone.
He just smiled, “Of course, honey, you stay right here and I’ll be right back.”
Was it silly to be babying Mj at this age? Maybe, but Calvin was enjoying the small time he would have with this. He returned with a generous scoop of ice cream and handing back to him. “You need anything else?”
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