forgetyourusedtobe | Є014 text//spam

text - mal.

busy?

text - chris.

i'm bored. let's do something.

text - arkin.

i need to talk to you. got a minute?

spam - bond.

[Elena has spent some time making the arm cuff for Bond. She cut up and stitched a jacket for material and broke as well as sharpened some wooden furniture for the stakes.]

[He may or may not like it. She doesn't really care if he does. He covered for her when he didn't have to and she figures she owes him something for that.]

[Elena brings it by his cabin and knocks.]

spam - dean.

[Elena knocks on Dean's door because she was rude the last time they spoke. Because, in the end, he's right. No one gets to tell him to care or not care about her any more than they get to tell her to care or not to care about anything at all.]

[She's not empty-handed for this burying of the hatchet though. There's a bottle of JD in her hand as she waits for him to answer.]

spam - cassel.

[Elena waits to see Cassel last. Of all the people she can't stand, he's at the very top of the list. She's not sorry for what she did and she never will be as far as she's concerned. But this radio silence is driving her nuts. She'd rather they be enemies or at least tenuous allies again. But none of this hovering around in a nebulous who-the-hell-knows state.]

[She doesn't knock on his door though. She just hangs outside of it like she did last time, waiting.]

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An herb. Do I get to ask what herb?

[Not that he doesn't slip the damn thing on anyway.]

Vervain.

[She stops and looks back at him.]

Prevents compulsion.

[Among other things, but you know. She's not spilling her guts to him right now.]

Oh.

[He looks down at it, where it falls against his wrist. Huh. Hm. Hmmm.]

Thank you. Seriously.

[Elena gives a wave of her hand.]

Whatever.

Just don't take it off and you'll never have to worry about it.

Wouldn't take it off if you paid me.

[Between this and the friendship bracelets he's making for himself and Loki, his wrists are gonna be super heavy. And super sarcastic.]

[He hesitates a second, then raises his hand.]

Hold on a sec. Don't go anywhere.

[And disappears into his room again.]

[Elena does think of just leaving, heaving a long-suffering sigh as he disappears into his room. But knowing Cassel, he'd just be dogging her steps until he finally managed to corner her.]

[So, she folds her arms and leans against the wall. She admires her shoes while she waits for a lack of anything better to do.]

[If she briefly glances at her communicator in her pocket, you were hallucinating.]

[When he comes back out, he's holding something in cupped hands: a crystal on a leather thong. He raises his eyebrows at her.]

Think fast.

[And tosses it. She's a vampire, she can catch that shit, and if not it's not his problem.]

It's an amulet. One-time use. In case I go crazy again and you like having all four limbs.

[Elena catches it--or more accurately snatches it out of the air. She opens her fist to look at the crystal, canting her head.]

[There's a small inclination within her to not trust him. But what's the harm? Cassel's not going to have access to any serious magic that could do her harm. The worst thing it could be is just a poor choice in accessories.]

[She slips it on.]

Well this is definitely going to clash with every outfit I own, but...

[God this word is gross to say to Cassel. But she can do it. Big girl panties.]

Thanks.

[He snorts. It's a nice kind of ungrateful. He can dig it. Just like she wouldn't want him slobbering gratitude all over her either.]

Yeah, next time you make a gesture of good-- excuse me, neutral will, gimme some notice, I'll make something to match the emo streak.

You're welcome.

Emo streak? [Elena scoffs and rolls her eyes.] Don't be jealous you can't pull it off, Cassel.