Briar Solanine Tinuviel

The Beta Male | Male | Mentions: Mosi (ind.) , Elle (in.) Angela

The young man was rather touched that his fellow pack mate felt the urge to offer him a outlet. He gave a polite nod and smile at her offer, he probably wouldn't need it as he in reality he had very few people he trusted with his deepest darkest emotions. That being Angel who's seen him through some hell during his college years, and then the one who's seen him since childhood, Ikaris. But knowing that if in the future he did need to open up just a bit to someone that he had another option was nice to know. He gave a soft hum as she walked away. And he was now rather focused on his conversation with his friend of many years, and it was a rather intriguing one - in his opinion at the least. Books - a subject he was rather passionate about, not that many could tell due to him lacking one a lot. He rather partakes in his books in private, if one saw the book case in his room they would definitely know. Most of his packages he hand picked up or had delivered in a specific manner to his his rather expensive obsession. But first about the movie.

" Blegh. " He said giving a rather pointed nose scrunch at the mention of a comedy, " a comedy? But why? They're overly cheesy and make my brain hurt with the forced puns and sometimes they're not even funny." He droned about the them, " a good comedy is hard to find ; you know they bore me." And then the thought of the mystery novel garnered an idea and his eyes widened as he broke out into a devious grin. He knew a good series to watch.

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Briar: For movie night, what if we did a Marathon? And I have suggestions: Fast & Furious Franchise, Mission Impossible Franchise, & Marvel Franchise . I also have Disney Plus if anyone was worrying about watching Marvel. Or a Disney Throwback and we could watch the unknown gems like Lost City Of Atlantis, Sinbad, & Treasure Planet,

Uh... if anyone else has ideas, shoot . I'm just spitballing. Also we can use any of my streaming accounts for tonight if needed.

Also .... can I have Sour Skittles and Peach Calypso if you see them. Know what, also I want Cherry Sours too, those things are bomb.

Also, any snacks/baked goods y'all want me to make? Speak now or forever hold your peace.

Sent 6:54

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This was probably the most he had ever typed at once in the group chat. He usually ignored the chat and only skimmed it. Maybe he was getting a bit more social and relaxed with the others? If so he would never admit it to their faces and would take the fact to his grave. After all, he had a reputation to keep up and he was a man of his actions, word, and deed in every sense.

While he had been typing his texts, he had been making a new pot of coffee, along with grabbing some evenly cut sourdough and brioche bread with the sharp and mild cheddar cheese and the young Gouda and some butter and garlic. He then placed his phone in his back pocket and began rummaging through the pots pans and other cooking utensils. He was grumbling about the lack of organization and system and took it upon himself to organize it by the use and job of each pan and objects. And eventually found his beloved iron skillet and grill presses.

" Hmm. Both sound amazing , and I see your dilemma." He said as he began preparing the sandwiches, after washing his hands thoroughly of course, and he gave a pensive thought, " knowing romance is a big seller yet not wanting to be known just for the romance pickings. However you also got to be careful with which ones you put considering not all of them are good. For example, Colleen Hoover is highly praised yet her work is actual dog shit and people need their heads examined if they like her." He said rather seriously as he heated up the presses in the skillet.

He then adds butter to the skillet along with the garlic salt and parsley and then dropped the sandwiches in. A satisfying sizzling sound could be heard. He have a satisfied hum, " But I'm intrigued by this newest romance book you're recommending, after all you say powerful drama? And I'm piqued, after all most romance novels are just the two pining or being lovey-dovey and happy or some other bullshit. Like I need drama involving the romance, where is the spice? The flavor? " he says as he takes the grilled sandwiches off the skillet and gets a plate.

" This is why I appreciate the Fantasy genere particularly The Cruel Prince, Jude Duarte, is my queen and icon. Because we got this badass woman who made a whole ass prince, she's suppose to hate and kill, fall for her . Like what? The man is the whole ruler of the realm, but let his girl run the Kingdom because he knows he can't do it and appreciates her." He says rambling on now as he cut the sandwiches up and he smiled, " I can't wait for the books and to taste the new flavor. You know I hate pumpkin so as long as it's not that we're good." And he gave a small bob of his head.

" Now, I'm gonna go make sure that Ikaris has something to eat before he just gourges on snacks tonight. Especially what happened."

" Hey Ikaris. " he said in a rather low voice, slowly coming in, gauging whether he was welcomed or not. And he decided he was alright for now and he went over to the desk and placed the food down before turning to him and saying, " I made your favorites. I was hoping you could at least get something down, it'll probably help with the alcohol, considering it's best not to drink on an empty stomach." He said rather lowly as he rubbed his wrists.

" Truely, I don't know why she gets under my skin so much." A Lie, he knew exactly why. She outed him, she ostracized him, manipulated him and used his feelings for Ikaris against him, and then blatantly dated him when he had expressed interest first and then hurt his friend and still was hurting him. He could feel a sting catch in his throat, maybe a price for that lie, but the familiar burn in his eyes started. Why was breathing so hard at the moment, and why were his hands shaking so much? He had to take a deep breath to keep himself on track.

"No, I do know why." He restated, "because she used me. Used, us in different ways but hurt us nonetheless. And it pisses me off that every thinks she's a fucking little saint, when she's hurt me and you." He said honestly, " it hurts knowing she was our friend and she treats you like this. And that you my cr-" he hesitated as he almost outed himself right there, " best friend . . " he said, but damnit he didn't want to be just the best friend, why couldn't Ikaris just see that, see that he had someone who's only thoughts when it came to romance were just him, and how he could be a better fucking boyfriend than her. He took another meditative breath, " are still hurting because of her. And I want you to know that, if you ever need me to use my still very much so active skills as a Defense Attorney for you, I am there. You have grounds for a case, and I would happily help you take her down."

And he looked at Ikaris for a moment. If it was a look of adoration or just love he would never know how he looked to the other man. But it was certain sadness to it, because he feared that he may always have this unrequited crush. But, that was a sacrifice he could make as long as his friend was happy and he could by his side.

" Just promise me, you're going to take better care of yourself. " he said his voice wavering a bit , and his hand moved without thought to gently grasp the other man's hand.

" And please, talk to me. You know I can't stand it when you don't. " his voice was getting worse and worse, if anything it sounded like he was nearly about to cry. Damnit, he didn't want to cry. Yet, ironically enough he could feel the tears start to stain his cheeks, and he started sniffling a bit. " Gah, I hate this. I can't even apologize right, why can't I just apologize without tears, or messing this up and letting emotions get the best of me." He said his sniffling a bit worse as he more tears coming and as fast as he tried to wipe than away.

"I'm sorry for yelling at you. I'm sorry for being mean and insensitive about what I said - I was utterly a huge bitch to you. And I can't stand it. I - I just don't want you to leave me because of it ." He said with a rather teary expression, " I don't want to lose you. I don't want to be the reason I drive a wedge between us. " he said rather softly and solemnly. He wanted to curl up in a ball and disappear right now. He had planned on apologizing, not coming here and spilling his fucking guts, but for some reason or another it just feels right and like he had to tell him, that he deserved to know. And so that's what he had done.

Evelyn Fionix Rose
Loner | F | Werewolf | Located: The Bar || Mentions: Calloway, Shoi-Ming, Tori (Not directly)

The bar was semi-lively this lovely evening, and with each step closer to the entrance of said bar, Evelyn felt a string of dread drop itself into her stomach. People, animated conversations, and perhaps the occasional bar fight. Oh, and the insufferable gurgled sounds of drunken middle-aged men. How they annoyed the fuck out of Evelyn to no end. But of course, the tall woman had little to do with the men - and women - she could crush beneath the dirtied bottoms of her sneakers.

One. Two. Three. Even with the hood of her windbreaker covering her head, Evelyn could've heard a pin drop at the momentary hushed silence that echoed in her ears. The doors creaking were a more welcoming sound, to her at least. She could go back home, couldn't she? There wasn't much to do there, but Evelyn suddenly remembered why she didn't like going out much. Despite living in town for the past seven years, Evelyn's attempts to socialize were futile (if she ever made any). Her slim fingers put the hood down, scathing amber eyes glinting in the flicking bar lights.

In her mind, Evelyn wanted nothing more than to get in, drink, and get out, truly cowardice some might say. But to the outside world, Evelyn's tall and muscular stature was enough for others to steal glances or simply look away. Never a coward, but a hunter, who never strayed from her mission - to drink, to hunt, or to hide within shadows of the forest

It didn't take long for the inhabitants to continue whatever they had been doing, and once Evelyn made her way to a bar stool farthest away from the others, her senses tuned in on the scents, voices, and conversations around her. In one part of the room, there was a woman who had drank far more than she could handle, or perhaps the young gentleman who recently became of age to drink and had no clue what he was doing. That one made her smirk, but only barely. But what intrigued her her the most was a washed up looking, poor excuse of a man - In Evelyn's opinion - being absolutely wiped by… Huh. Evelyn was perplexed by this one.

There was obvious attractiveness that oozed off the young man in waves, and before Evelyn could look into it any further, another gentleman had made his way over to the attractive one. She rolled her eyes.

“...Dumbass.” It was said barely below her breath, sipping on the dark liquor placed in front of her. She never had to speak at this point when it came to her drink order. The bartenders have gotten used to Evelyn's distinct usual, the Von Payne blended whiskey that was a deep, sultry reddish-brown that burned the back of Evelyn's throat in a delightful way. It wasn't any kind of pain she couldn't handle. She had tried others, like Jim Bean and Crown Royale, and they didn't fit what she needed. Evelyn enjoyed a whiskey that let her forget, not one that made her feel… good. That would be too merciful.

Not too long before the interest in the two attractive men, a delightful red that could be described as natural cherry popped out from the crowd, belonging to… Ah. Evelyn had seen her around sometimes, though never this close. Evelyn had seen a little bit of everyone after being around so long. Except that first man. Evelyn couldn't help but wonder if the beautiful man with bi-colored hair would stay around long. As some may say, not all things beautiful May stay.

“Evelyn, dear, you good? That whiskey is a strong one…” Evelyn's attention snapped to one of the nicest people she had met in the bar - Betty, an older Southern woman with a warm charm and sharp tongue. The younger lady had chuckled, shrugging off her windbreaker and placing it on her lap, exposing pale scars laced across her upper arms.

She shrugged. “Fine. Just fine. I wanted to drink some, there's nothing to do.” Surprisingly, Evelyn's voice wasn't loud, but soft, and reminiscent of a deep, velvety alto's voice, rough from years of maintaining a quiet disposition. She tucked a strand of ebony hair behind her ear and sighed. “To be honest, I'm bored. Where else to gain entertainment than a place full of drunken idiots and bored assholes?” Evelyn threw back the rest of her drink in one impressing gulp, a drip of the whiskey trailing down her jaw, glistening. Her knuckles wiped at the stray drop.

“Depending on tonight, I'll fit into one of those two categories.” Betty laughed and shook her head, walking off to attend another client.

༺ Mosi Kana′tĭ ༻
Scout • 24 Female • M: Simon(dir) , Ikaris,Briar,elle,unknown wolf mention(Shadow)ind)

Blasting the music and letting her smooth but slightly husky voice sing along to the track. As the vehicle Simon and her sat in backed out and down the road. Simon and Tori where two of the members of the pack she enjoyed sharing music with. They had wonderful taste in music. and would sit and listen to her rare ramblings about the lyrics she was working on for her small but hopefully growing band. Her long time friend Kiran was the other vocalist alongside her. She was the second vocalist and the bands drummer and main lyric composer. Mosi was known to be quiet around the pack house unless spoken to directly. But when it came to her music she could chat for a long time

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She had texted Kiran a few times today and no reply just like the last two days. She was becoming increasingly worried for her friend. His last text a week ago stating he was going to visit his family back home for a bit. That they would have a band practice when he got back. But for him not to answer at all was not like him. Kiran often replying quickly with a sarcastic or witty pun or meme.

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As the song changed to a lower beat track she turned it her attention to respond to Simons inquiry. Mosi's warm toned hand twisting the dial to turn the music down. "Apparently Kari interacted with a toxic ex girlfriend at the bar. Who has past history with both him and Briar that I don't know enough about nor wish to share details about with out permission from them." She trailed off for a moment thinking. Her chipped black painted nails tapping the rhythm of the song on her knee. "Her name was Elle and she works at the bar I guess. You know I like the club more than the bar so I wouldn't be able to point her out. "

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Her thoughts quickly flashed to the towns local night club. Her favorite weekend activity was to go dancing and forget life for a few hours. To just give into the music. Mosi was startled from her lovely thoughts nails shifting into claws with a started shout as a wolf ran into the middle of the road. They narrowly missed it as Simon skillful swerved. "Who the fuck was that!" Mosi said as she turned in her seat to look out the window to where the large wolf disappeared into the woods. Not seeing anything she glance to the scratch marks on the leather seat where her claws had tore in her shock. "Sorry Simon " Her dark eyes showed sincere apology at damaging his car.

Briar Solanine Tinuviel

The Beta Male | Male | Mentions: Ikaris, Elle

By now Briar was possibly crying even more. But then something happened that he wasn't expecting. He felt his face being cupped, and was met with the blue eyes of Ikaris. And there was a soft smile on his face, one that was gentle and caring. An unspoken message to him. And god did he look pretty when he smiled, and he could feel himself melt at the affection, and then he was shocked when the male unexpectedly moved closer to him. And then a gentle feeling was on his lips, and he had to widen his eyes in shock, but he didn't pull away. No, he had leaned in, almost a bit excited and desperate for the kiss. He could feel the gentleness of Ikaris and his soft lips, the faint taste of mint on his lips and the smell of soap. He was disappointed when it was over and had given a little pout, his brows furrowed in annoyance. But he could see the flushed look on Ikaris face, and he had to give a soft laugh that turned into him purely giggling like the little shit he was at the man's embarrassed reaction. His rare giggling could probably be heard but he didn't care, all he could do was watch in amusement and adoration as Ikaris rambled on.

"Me?" He had gasped, scandalized, "adorable? Lies, pure malevolent, lies." He huffed, but then grew soft at him, " no, no. Don't apologize, we're both big dorks, dingus." He said rather affectionately as he scooted over closer and brushed his shoulder against the male, " we're both sorry, alright. And we both had a strong reaction, it's okay. I'm just glad you're not mad at me and that we worked this out. " he said with a whistful sigh, and the cheekily turned to Ikaris, " now about that kiss."

He then began assaulting Ikaris with light and playful hits, ones that were rather gentle and definitely not intended to harm, "Firstly, what the fuck, Ravik." He said using his last name, " do you know how long I've waited for your painfully oblivious ass to kiss me." He huffed out annoyed, and a bit hurt as he crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes at him with a pout. And then he continued, " Secondly," he then scooted over, and was practically in the lap of the other male, and he cupped his face and planted another kiss on Ikaris lips - the kiss being gentle yet demanding, indicating he had been wanting to do this for a while. After kissing his lips, he began planting small and gentle kisses across the others face: his cheeks, jaw, and his red ears - any place he could kiss the male, he did. And a small impish grin came across his face, "You kissed me. Now you're stuck with me, and I'm definitely taking this as a confession. You are now my boyfriend." He said smugly but then faltered, and a blush gracing his face as he said, "that t-that is if you accept, of course. I would never force you into something you don't want. But I would like to be your boyfriend, if you'll have me . . . "

He then continued with a small sigh, " What took you so long? I've liked you since we were kids, even before you came out, hell, before I even knew the proper term for liking boys. But then I made the mistake of telling Elle about my crush on you." And he scrunched up his face at that and a small angry growl slipped out, "and she not liking that, outed me to my very unsupportive family, and then on the day I told her I was going to confess, she confessed to you . And on that same day I was blindsighted and sent away to my very conservative Aunt and Uncle home, and I didn't even get a chance to tell you goodbye." And he gave out an exhausted sigh, and just looked into Ikaris eyes with a lot of love, and he couldn't help to cup his face and run a gentle finger over the male's crimson cheeks, ". . . But this feels like a fever dream. And I hope I don't wake up, I want this happy moment to last forever. And I wish I just could give you more kis-" and he was interrupted by a buzzing of the male's phone and he gave an annoyed groan as it continued to vibrate, " What in the hell. I'm trying to be romantic and this damn thing . . . " he was ranting when he got up and grabbed Ikaris's phone.

He then huffed as he came back and laid on the bed, his head in Ikaris lap. And he unlocked the phone, it was Ikaris's birthday. And he went to the text messages, and saw that it was from Elle and rolled his eyes in annoyance. And he read the texts, mainly about them getting together again and how "happy" she was to see him again. And he raised a brow as he realized she was having a one way conversation, as it seemed Ikaris didn't even respond. And he decided to do it for him.

Ikaris: "Sorry, I don't think we'll be getting together again anytime soon. I promised my boyfriend to take him on a date soon. Hey, maybe we can go on a double date, one day, once you find someone else. Buut, I don't think he'll like you. So we'll have to see."

Delivered.

And he gave a satisfied smile as he got a barrage of messages. He could practically feel the shock and anger in her words. Her : "What the hell do you mean, boyfriend?" "Answer me, now , Ikaris." And the way she began calling him, and Briar declining all the calls before muting her number with a grin.

And he gave Ikaris an innocent smile before handing him his phone, "Oops, my fingers slipped." He said innocently, a hidden , satisfied smugness about it, " you owe me a date."