life among the dead*[CASI]

[HARPER NICOLE WAY]

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and save me from the dark

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Out of all the times in her life, she felt like she needed her friends the most right then. Not specially then, she supposed, but during that time frame. Harper hadn’t been too many super terrible things in her life. Most of the time, she didn’t want it to conflict with her school work. So she stayed pretty conservative. Sure, she had a one nighter. Sure, she drank under age at one point. However, this felt like the worse thing she had ever done in her life, and Harper had no idea what to do about it. Her pack was starting to know just because her pack was the closest thing to her. That didn’t count as people. Did she tell others? Others that could potentially have advice and help her out? Did she take it to her grave and hope to God there was never a moment in her life where she would have to explain. Wyatt deserved better. Even though she was in an arranged marriage with Harper, he deserved better.

Long story short- she had cheated. A seduction none the less. At least, that’s what Harper thought. In her little romantic mind, the man she had been with meant more than just a little hookup and done with it. He had meant more. They had so much in common and thought so similarly (though Harper was more of a geek, but she didn’t expect her man to be as much of a geek as she was), but alas. It turned out he just wanted a piece of her. Finding out had not only broke her heart, but her one promise when she found out that her mother cheated on her father. That Cameron- her dear and loving brother- was only her half-brother. Betrayal of the family. Something that the Ways hadn’t discovered. The only person to discover and know about it besides her mother was herself. That was just because of her being the ‘smart one’ in the family. No one else would have caught it. How could they? Ways were supposed to be the perfect family unit. That’s why she thought an arranged marriage while crushing the romantic side of her was most logical. It was for her family. Except now she just messed that all up didn’t she?

Lately, she had been desperately clinging to some of her really good friends. The ones that put her in a happy mood. Harper didn’t exactly need a distraction. That sounded like she was completely avoiding the problem. That was exactly what she wasn’t trying to do. Harper was a problem solver and needed to think it over. She just needed someone to give her a break. She knew very well that if she was stuck on a problem, staring at it over and over, it wasn’t going to do any good. The mind was too frustrated and jumbled together. So she went away and did something else, came back, and suddenly what took her fifteen minutes to try to figure out what it was saying was now clear as day. It had worked with school. Why not in life? Harper found that it was working a little more. It was just hard to think about it. So whenever she did try to tell herself to find a solution, she wanted to turn away. This was going to take a few more breaks than a simple math problem.

Who better than Casidhe? Although she didn’t’ call him that. She liked the name Casi. It seemed to fit him better. She didn’t know too much about him besides the fact he was an immortal, but it was that fact alone she didn’t ask. Most immortals had been through enough for about six regular lifetimes. Harper couldn’t imagine living forever. The thought was tempting as it was for every person, but man. There would be something about losing momentum when you literally had nothing to lose. All friends not living on with you. Making new ones and finding them die. Harper shivered. No, it wouldn’t be a part of the questions that she wanted to be asked if she were an immortal. So she held her tongue at her curiosities. She had called him to meet at this place for lunch. Harper felt like she hadn’t really talked to him in forever. It had been far too long for the werewolf to feel comfortable. He was wonderful. She also heard he had also been going through a little rough time in the love department. No reason for that boy to, but she supposed she wasn’t in anyone’s shoes but her own. However, while that rumor had been heard, none of the specifics had. It was amazing how fast a small bit of a rumor could spread through a large city. All the gossip girl’s fault, she supposed. Yes. Blame her. Another thing Harper had to worry about.

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[CASIDHE TRYSTEN CATARA]

Casi felt like he needed his friends around all the time. Or mostly, anyway. They kept him from thinking too much on his own problems, and boy did he have some of those right now. Caught between switching college classes over to spend more time with Valentine so as not too be that crappy of a father -- and hoping it would be enough! -- and the fact that Morgan was gone now and taking up his slack with that cult thing, Casidhe was feeling a bit worn emotionally. He didn't need much sleep as an immortal, and so that helped him keep up with things pretty well. He'd do online classes, work his shifts at the bakery, do his drug deals here and there, keep Morgan's contracts going through, and spend the rest of the time with Valentine at home. With Casper, of course. Though Cas had grown somewhat accoustomed to bringing the tiny fennec fox with him pretty much everywhere these days anyway. Valentine had a live-in nanny as well, and would eventually go to daycare when Cas felt she was old enough. Bases were covered, he thought. He hoped.

It didn't leave him much time for himself or for going out much, but now and then he made time for his friends, because he needed them. They kept him from crashing and crashing bad from all of the things he was going through. Having lost Kit was bad enough, and he'd found out about Valentine just before that, and then Morgan left a little before she was born... It was quite a mess; a lot for his poor mind to grasp and handle. But he was doing his best to keep it together. He was hoping it was enough, that he was doing the right things through all of this. If maybe he should have given Valentine up for adoption for her sake -- but oh the idea stung -- and if perhaps he should have looked for Morgan instead of leaving it as it was. But the other immortal had gone; taken Evan and all that, so it had to have been something Morgan wanted. And Cas had told him he wasn't going to hold him back if he wanted to go. He was going to keep to those words. He would leave it alone, and maybe someday Morgan would come back.

And maybe it would be too late, maybe Casi will have given up. That's how he was feeling right about now; just go back to his old life and forget about someone being there when he woke up. It was something that had been running through his mind, and he'd always said he probably would go back into that life if something like this happened, but... he wanted to try this life out, see if he could do it alone before he backslid. Maybe he could do this, could get through life the way he had been minus someone being with him. And he honestly didn't want the other life around Valentine. He knew if he went back, she couldn't stay. Cas was reluctant to just let her go like that without knowing if he could do this, could manage to be a good enough father. He certainly did try to be. But it was Casi, of course he did his best, kept at it for all he was worth. He wasn't gonna get any father of the year awards or anything, but considering what he had to work with, Cas was managing alright. He kept the riff-raff away from Valentine, at least.

If Harper wasn't avoiding her problem by trying to find distractions... Casi was. He could admit that, even. This just wasn't how it was all suppost to go down. Okay, so he knew that eventually Kit would move on or whatever it was ghosts do, but... he had not expected it to be so soon after they'd gotten married -- but he guessed it did sorta make some sense in some screwed up way -- hadn't thought it would be for many years to come. Then the thing with Morgan and all the ways that fucked with his mind... Not to mention Valentine existing at all, which should have been impossible altogether. But there it was; life was crazy. So yes, Casi used what he could to keep himself from thinking on these things too much. Work, school, friends, whatever. Ne felt pretty stuck himself, and wasn't sure he wanted to trust anyone in a way closer then friendship. It was too confusing, too painful to want to open up again to anyone. He still wore his wedding ring; even when he'd been with Morgan. Cas just didn't want to take it off. He still didn't. It still meant something to him.

Lunch with Harper seemed like a nice enough change from what had been going on in his life, so he'd found a way around the other stuff to come and see how she was. Casi wasn't big on letting most people know what he was, but Harper wasn't exactly human either, so it was easier to be fully himself around the other species. She didn't ask things, and he didn't either. But today felt like a time to ask something, because there had been something off in her tone over the phone, and he couldn't help but worry about his friends. It was part of who he was. So once he got there, he went over to Harper with a smile and a hug -- it was Casi, it's how he often rolled -- and gave her a look. Now sure, he could check out her aura colors or peek in her mind, but Cas wasn't like that. He very rarely used such powers, because they were invasive and rude. But looking at someone and seeing a hint of something going on? Perfectly okay, because humans could do that. "How've you been? You look... I dunno, conflicted, or something.." Yeah, trust Cas to be a worriesome sort of mother hen in these situations.

[HARPER NICOLE WAY]

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and save me from the dark

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The curious scholar had always wanted to know more about other supernaturals. She knew just about everything about being a werewolf. Come on, her entire family was full of them and she had been one her whole life. For her to not have any knowledge about the werewolf way of life was slim. She even heard rumors that witches and warlocks were able to make a potion so that they were able to control themselves. It wasn’t very likely. Though they could control magic and all that, it was hard to really control nature. Not remembering on full moons was hard on her, but she felt like it wouldn’t be the worth the risk of something going so horribly wrong with the potion. What if it just made you even more angry even though you could remember everything? Sometimes Harper also knew better than to dig into answers she didn’t want to know. She didn’t want to know what damage she did as a raging monster.

Other supernaturals had their problems they dealt with. Vampires were probably one of the worse off because they had to drink someone else’s blood. Which was overly gross. Made Harper gag at the thought. She could hardly take a needle herself. Not to say she had a weak stomach, but there was something about body fluids she didn’t want anything to do with. No one could really blame her for that, could they? Immortals had been through enough. Most of them had already lost most of the humanity within them. Angels had to rather look after someone or deal with the fact they fell. All some sort of burden on the shoulders for having such extremely awesome powers. Harper felt like sometimes she should go out and be the superhero of the town, but what she was trying not to do was start a riot with supernatural and humans alike. Man, she was always curious though. What would happen. What powers she would be able to see that she hadn’t known before. It wasn’t like her family all got together and discussed other supernaturals. The only way she would know would be to ask.

Harper was patient when waiting for people. She always arrived super early to each event, so Casi shouldn’t have been trying to rush himself. If she could deal with her brother always being later with her always being early, she could deal with just about anything that dealt with time. Except for timed exams. Those drove her nuts. She was good at them, but they were just a pain in her ass. Harper started fidgeting with her red hair, occupying herself and trying to get any nervous jitters out of her. She wasn’t a very good actress. Most of the time she kept to herself, so it was easy to pass her by. Those that paid attention could really tell though. It bugged her. So when she saw Casi approaching her, she put on a smile and tried to look her best to see that everything was okay. No, nothing was okay. Everything but. What was the mess that her life just evolved into? Harper didn’t understand why when everything was heading uphill it had to take a sudden really low detour. It wasn’t even as if it was little. This was huge.

Man, she really was that obvious. Despite her failed attempt. Harper pushed her lips together, more annoyed with herself than anything. It had been her own stupid fault. As much as she wanted to say that it was all Adam being a good seducer, it was a two-way road. She certainly hadn’t said no. Not even thinking of saying no with that much girly passions in her heart. ”I’ve been… well I’ve been better.” She didn’t know how she even felt at that moment besides wanting to hit herself with a brick over and over hoping that would get it through her thick skull. ”A little conflicted. My life just took a minor detour to the bottom of potentially screwing up my life.” She grinned, but she wasn’t happy. With a small sigh, trying to remember the whole purpose that Casi was there, ”How have you been Casi?” From what she heard around, he wasn’t doing too hot either. In fact, if she knew, she might have felt pretty silly complaining about her little problems when he was dealing with heartbreaking losses over and over again. Piling one against the other. Aw, he didn’t deserve that. He was one of the sweetest people she knew. Why there weren’t a million girls and guys following him like a parade, she had not even a single clue.

While they were talking, she heard her tummy rumble. It was about time they got their food. Harper usually went out to get food with other people, and then they would sit there for hours on end. Talking. Just talking about everything. It could be very well what the pair was going to do now. She started walking over to the counter where they had all the food. Harper also brought her rolling shoes. Despite her being completely klutzy and unbalanced, it was a little better with the right type of shoes. She was pretty sure these were like training shoes for adults if those existed, but whatever they needed. They didn’t even need to stay here. She just wanted to make sure the pair had something to do.

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