buy the truth, sell a lie {lyn}

[SAMUEL RYDER HOLBROOK]

Sam walked down the street, head down and hands shoved in his jeans pockets. The kid certainly hadn’t been dressed for the heat – wearing jeans and an old t-shirt, his typical leather jacket slung on one of his arms. But he didn’t really mind the heat. Not right now, at least. Sam was having one of the rare times where he was actually calm, solemn, and not bouncing off of walls. His boots dragged on the concrete as he went – scuffing them up even more – and every time the boot met the ground, a solid and almost ominous sounding thud resounded.

This was something Sam didn’t like to do often and so he didn’t. He couldn’t remember the last time he had swung by to visit the house. It must’ve been years since he last stopped by, during one of the times he passed through Manuka but didn’t stay long. That happened to the hunter a lot; he tended to avoid his hometown. Only when there was a job out this way would he stay for a night and stop by his old house. There were too many people who still recognized him. Sam had recently decided to return to his hometown for a more permanent stay, but only because it had nearly been 10 years since he had run away from this town and he thought most of the people he knew must’ve left by now.

The hunter stopped at the end of the walkway of his old house, looking up at it. Not much had changed since he was last here. Hell, not much had changed at all. Sure, it was certainly worn down. One of the windows was broken, some of the slats on the porch looked as if they’d crack under pressure, and the yard needed some loving, but there were certain elements that were still the same. The bright blue door that Sam’s mom had been so proud of painting had faded and worn, but you could still tell that it was once a brilliant color. Sam’s and his brother’s handprints were still in the concrete up to the door, put there one summer day when they had finally decided to put in a walkway. A hollow ache reverberated in Sam’s chest as those memories started to bubble up.

He wasn’t quite sure why he always came back to this house. It’s stupid, he thought as he headed around to the back of the house through the weeds and the knee high grass. It was almost like the kid was torturing himself with the memories of the place, because he always felt as if he were in more pain leaving this house than he was before he came. But he supposed he knew the reason why he still haunted this place. It was more of a grave marker to him than the actual headstones of his family. They had lived here. Had been happy and loved here. Had built memories here. All that was at the graveyard was a couple of headstones stuck in the ground.

And luckily, no one had moved into the house after the incident, or this wouldn’t have been possible for Sam. Apparently, no one wanted to live in a house where three murders had taken place and two boys had gone missing. Who knew? It could be haunted by ghosts. A small smirk showed itself on Sam’s face as that image came to his head – one of his parents and grandpa being ghosts. In some ways, he wished they had, simply so he could still talk to them. But he knew it was better for their spirits to be at rest. Especially since Sam would have to exorcise them anyways. It was part of his job description.

The hunter knelt in front of the back down and pulled a set of lock picks out of the pocket of his leather jacket. He had gone around to this door for a reason – less people could see him trying to break into the house he had once lived in. It’d cause suspicion if he did the same at the front door where a whole neighborhood could be watching him. Of course there was still a chance for him to get caught, especially seeing as how it was still broad daylight. Sam would efficiently though, and was in the house in under a minute.

He closed the door behind him and laid his jacket on the counter, walking into the home as if it were some sacred place that shouldn’t be disturbed. It was nothing but an old house full of dust and bugs. You couldn’t even tell that three people had been murdered here. The cleanup crew had done a good job of fixing the house up to sell. But they hadn’t been able to erase the events of what happened here.

“I’m home,” Sam said, as if pretending that he was just coming back from being with friends instead of visiting after years. And then he began exploring every nook and cranny of the first floor as it were his first time ever in the house. He took special care to make sure all curtains were closed and to not walk too close to the windows, in case someone spotted him. The last thing Sam needed was someone calling the police on him.

TAG Dorki/Lyn
MUSE 30 Seconds to Eat Panic
NOTES <333

[roselyn]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background-color: #80262E;][cs=2] don't you forget about me as you walk on by

It was strange walking down this street, but it was the quickest way to get to the city, where she did all her shopping. It was, like a shortcut. It felt strange walking past that house what was right across the street; the old, abandoned one. Lyn spent most of her childhood memories there. It was hard to believe that the house used to have life and was loving, filled with joy and so much memories whether it was god or bad. It was worn down and old now, but still no one live there. No one had decided to purchase it. Everyone believed it was haunted with the death of the Holbrook's. And weirdly, she was a strong believer of ghosts and the occult. The paint was starting to fade away and started peeling. One window was boarded up with pieces of wood firmly nailed on. The lawn cried for a trim and to be cut by someone. The place just looked like one of those creepy haunted houses from those lame horror movies. But every single time, she walked past it. She didn't even take notice in it anymore. It was just another house to her. Nothing special. But today, Lyn actually stopped in her tracks, stopping when something had caught her eye. Out of the corner of her eye, she swore she saw a familiar figure walking across the street. There was no way she could miss a face like that. The female had spent too much time with him. She wouldn't -- no -- couldn't forget him. He was now more grown and he lost all his baby fat, making his face nicely chiseled. She stood there stupidly for a moment and then rubbed her eyes, trying to see if it was a trick with the sunlight or if it was her mind playing with her. No no.The male was still there, but instead, taking out keys to open the door to the abandoned house, then entering it very quickly as if he didn't want anyone to see him here. He opened the door so fast and with ease, that anyone who wasn't staring and just passing by wouldn't notice. But this sneaky girl managed to spot him. How lucky. She haven't seen him in..ten years! Samuel Ryder Holbrook. Lyn haven't seen him in much too long. He was supposed to be missing. He had fallen off the face of earth and was gone. Obviously, he wasn't if he was here right now. He was back. For a while too, whether it was so ten minutes or forever, she wanted to see him.The female felt her heart skip a beat. These two had history and when I saw history, I mean, they had lost of history together, but not lover- dovey couple wise. The duo grew up as best friends since a young age. Sam always viewed Lyn as a younger bratty sister and she looked up to him as an older overprotective brother. They were very close with each other, like two peas in a pod. Truth was, the firey red head had the biggest crush on her best friend, who was uninterested because he was a player, dating every single girl out there. If Sam was interested, Lyn was sure he would make a move. Plus, if she made a move and he didn't have the same feelings for her, their friendship would be plain ol' awkward. She didn't want to destroy their friendship because of something she wanted. It would be selfish and it would be stupid. It was up until the point where she was about to confess to him, she found out the tragic death of his family and the two Holbrooks son's had fled, going missing. Lyn didn't know what to feel. Hurt? Betrayal? Anger? She felt like she was let out in the desert. Sam could have came to her to talk like he usually did. She would have comforted him. But no, he left down, fleeing from..whatever it was. Better yet, he had left her. Almost immediately, the female sprinted across the street, seeing that the roads were completely empty and not one car was in sight. The bouncy, five foot three female sped across the street. Her legs carried her across the street, pounding against the pavement. Moments later, Lyn skidded to a stop right in at the end of the walkway as she stood there, looking up at the house house that towered over her. Her heart was slamming against her chest in excitement and her breath was heavy from running. She was unsure, unsure whether to approach and do what she wanted to do. Um. What was she going to say..? Was he even the same? Would he even be excited to see her again? They've changed though. Time had passed. Oh. Screw that. Taking a deep breath and throwing all her fears aside, she strode towards the entrance of the house. She raised her hand up and slammed her fist against the door., loudly, pounding against the wood. It was a wonder she didn't break down the worn out door yet. She knew the doorbell was long out of batteries and wouldn't work. If Sam decided to play the stupid card and pretend that he wasn't home, she was going to bust down the door and find him. He better not. She knew he was here. Seeing him once more was no dream or a trick with the light, it was reality. "Sam!" She called out, knowing her voice would be muffled by the door. Honestly, she was excited to see him or even better, nervous.

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[SAMUEL RYDER HOLBROOK]

Sam had been on his way up the stairs, trying as to spend the least amount of time in the living room. It was where everything had happened and he hated that room of the house most of all. Unfortunately he had to make his way through it in order to get to the stairs, but he managed to do so anyway, trying to not glance around and remember exactly what he had seen the day he had run from home. There was always this deep ache in his chest when he thought about it, but a stabbing pain when he actually remembered details. And he wasn’t here for that. Not right now, anyways.

In some ways, upstairs was even worse than the living room. He could walk into his mom’s room and remember the smell of it, her perfume having always seemed to hang in the air long after it was sprayed. Could walk into the room that had been his grandpa’s and remember sitting on his knee, looking out the window into the backyard while his grandpa told story after story. And as Sam got older, his grandpa had taught him how to do things, like shoot a gun or how to properly treat a lady. He spent awhile standing in the middle of that empty room, picturing exactly where everything had been, until Sam decided he couldn’t take it any longer.

Last was the room Sam and his brother shared and that room in itself hurt the most. Sam could remember the two twin beds pushed against either wall, the one always made and the other unmade. And while his brother had always been the more reckless than Sam, he had always had this military preciseness about him. When the bed was made, it was perfectly even without a single wrinkle. And the whole entire half of the room was spick and span just like that. It almost looked more like a hotel room or some place that people just stayed every once in a while and never lived in. Sam had always wanted to be like that, but couldn’t. He’d never had the attention span to clean or to keep things clean. He was much more sporadic, with clothes thrown all over the room, things buried under said clothes; the typical boy room.

Now it was just empty, the carpet actually visible on Sam’s side of the room. That simple fact brought a small, sad smile to his face and he stood in the door. The house should be full of life. It always had been when the Holbrook boys had lived here, with there rarely being a dull moment. If things hadn’t happened the way they did, Sam could guarantee his mom would still be at this house and he and his brother would’ve visited often. But even if they didn’t live here anymore, it made Sam sad that no one else had moved in here since. He wanted other people to make good memories here like he had. The hunter shook his head and sighed, heading towards the steps to go back down.

The loud knocking on the door was muffled by the even louder stomping of his boots on the old wooden stairs. It wasn’t until he had paused at the bottom of the steps that he heard the noise. Damn it. Someone had seen him break into the house and called the cops. He shouldn’t have broken into the house in the middle of broad daylight. It was stupid and Sam had foolishly believed that he was being careful enough. He never quite was careful enough, and yet he always seemed to think that he could be. Sam sighed again, this one more annoyed than the last, and ran a hand through his already spiked hair.

He was debating his chances of escaping because he wasn’t about to be caught again and for something so stupid. He doubted the place was surrounded – this wasn’t nearly that serious and Manuka’s finest had other things to worry about. Some stupid kid breaking into a haunted house was nothing. At most, there were probably two officers – one at the front door and one sneaking around the back, if they felt the need – and they were just trying to scare him. Sam had dealt with worse. Being a hunter put him in sticky situations. If that were the case, his best chance would be to go out the window in his old room and onto the garage roof. From there he could drop to the ground, but he’d have to leave his jacket here. You won some and lost some, right?

Sam had been about to go back up the steps as quietly as he could until he heard his name being called through the door. That was odd. He had been waiting for the whole “it’s the police, open up!” shpeel, thinking it’d cover up the noise of his steps while he ran up the stairs. And instead it was his name. Said in a woman’s voice who couldn’t have been all that much older than him. They were recruiting young, he figured. And it was strange that they already knew him on such a personal level. Because it wasn’t Samuel, but Sam.

It was enough to peak his interest at least. So against his better judgment and care for safety, Sam walked over to the door and opened it as casually as he might’ve had he lived here. If it was just one woman cop, then Sam thought he’d be able to charm his way out of this. Yeah, he was cocky and a smirk appeared on his face before he could even stop himself. But the second he swung the door fully open and saw a spunky little red head, the smirk dropped and his thoughts screeched to a halt. All he could think was one word. “Lynnie?” Sam asked, the confusion clear. Not confusion over her – he knew exactly who she was and had slipped easily into his old nickname for her – but the reason why she was here banging on the door.

TAG Dorki/Lyn
MUSE My ipod <3
NOTES <333

[roselyn]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background-color: #80262E;][cs=2] don't you forget about me as you walk on by

The red head stood in front of his house, arm folded over her chest and patiently waiting for the door to swing open. She tapped her foot against the pavement. Mentally, she was counting in her head, counting to one hundred. If she hit one hundred and the door wasn't open, she was just going to bust down the door and try to find him then. He better not play the 'im not here' car because she saw him, with her own two eyes, walk to this house and enter inside. She knew he was here. Okay..uhh...and if he did open the door, what the hell was she going to say. The female was clueless. She acted on impulse. She didn't even think about what she was going to do or say once she saw him face to face once again. Lyn was planning out something in her head, something to say. As time had passed, she was trying to think of good start lines. But all she had was "hi. how are you?" That was all she had thought out in her head. Oh gosh...she was screwed. But before she could scrap her old one and think out new plan, the door soon creaked open. Her head jerked towards the door quickly, almost too fast that it gave her a head rush, causing her mind to spin. She felt her heart stop and her breath get caught in her throat, almost causing her to choke. But that would be very unattractive and unappealing. Oh. My. Gosh. Her pink lips popped open in shock. Likely before, she rubbed her eyes. Once. Twice. Just to make sure he was really standing in front of her and that she was not going crazy. He was real. He was back. And Sam was standing right in front of her, giving her a look mixed with confusion and shock. He must have not expected to see her after so long and he must be confused why she was here. Suddenly, her former nickname that he only called her by, came tumbling from his lips. Memories came slamming back into her. Memories of their past. Memories of the times they spent with each other. So much time had past by and things have changed. So what their relationship going to be the same? Would there be tension between the two of them? Or would everything still be the same as they had both left it? The questions just rushed through her head, constantly bothering her and causing her nervousness to spike up and sky rocket. She swear she could feel her palms begin to sweat and her heart rate rise. Well this was certainly awkward... The duo just stood there staring at each other like strangers or they were standing there like they were unsure what to do. But Lyn took this moment to take a good look at Sam. He definitely a grew a couple of inches or two while she stayed the same height. He had lost all his baby fat now and he had put on even more muscle. His hair was styled a bit different, then again, he was always changing his hairstyles. Just like how she was always changing her hair color. She felt like she was overwhelmed with so many feelings that were just filling up inside of her right now. She felt like she was going to explode. Lyn couldn't just stand there like some stupid person and do nothing while her former best friend was standing right in front of her. Almost immediately, the female launched herself into him, tackling him with a hug. As her body came into contact with his, the female make a tiny squeak. Of course, with her skinny, small frame, she would not be able to knock his taller and much more muscular frame down. Excitedly, she flung her arms around him. She wrapped her arms around him, not wanting to let him go. She was scared if she did, he would leave ago and never come back. "Sam!" She cried out calling out his name. Her head was pressed against his chest, listening to his heartbeat that seem to have sped up when she had hugged him. "I found you." She said playfully and quite immaturely, forcing a small smile. Lyn was just starting to cover up all the pain the hurt she experience when he left, with such foolishness and calm exterior. She could never explain to him how pissed she was when she found out that he had left town after the deaths. He could have came to her to talk about to and she would understand. But in reality she was just covering up and smothering down those lingering feelings she had for him. "Don't ever ever leave me again." She shouted at him, emphasizing on the word 'ever'. It wasn't a question or a piece of friendly advice, but instead, a command. It almost sounded like she was lecturing him or yelling at him, demanding him to stay. Honestly, she didn't want him to leave. He wanted him to stay. For her. How selfish. She shuddered at the thought of him leaving her once more. Finally, she felt herself breaking down slowly. She gripped on to him, hugging him tighter. "I missed you.." She whispered softly, finally starting to tell him what she was truly feeling. She bit down and began to chew on her bottom lip to keep it from trembling.

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[SAMUEL RYDER HOLBROOK]

He wasn’t even sure what to do. As a hunter, Sam had learned to be prepared for the unexpected. That had never been a strength of his, preparing, because it involved planning, thinking on your toes, and always being aware. But he had gotten good enough to the point where he wouldn’t be caught completely unawares in any sort of situation that could be thrown his direction. Otherwise he wouldn’t still be alive or in as good of shape as he was. Not to say his ass hadn’t been saved countless times by other hunters, but he still had a pretty good handle on things.

Nothing could’ve prepared him for the short redhead standing in front of him. Sam would’ve thought that she would’ve left Manuka by now. She’d always had so much energy, much like himself, and he hadn’t quite taken her as one who would stay rooted, especially in their home town. In all honesty, Lyn was one person Sam had wanted to avoid. Don’t get the wrong picture; he cared for her still and probably too much at that. Which was exactly why he hadn’t wanted to see her. Sam had changed so much over the past ten odd years and definitely not for the better. He hadn’t wanted Lyn to see the type of person he had become.

And yet, here she was at the stillest Sam had ever seen her. Lyn hadn’t been expecting him and Sam knew exactly where she was coming from. He was frozen, literally frozen, and unable to do anything but stare at her and take her in. Lyn hadn’t really grown much and Sam felt almost as if he were towering over her, even though he was only average height for a guy. She was as pretty as ever – a fact that sent Sam’s heart pounding away – and he instantly found himself wondering about her personal life. What had happened while he was gone? How was she doing? Did she have a boyfriend? The last was probably overstepping some boundary, but he didn’t have much of a chance to dwell.

Lyn had launched herself at the hunter in the flurry of energy that he was used to and Sam found himself quickly unfreezing. It wasn’t like he had much of a choice anyway, with a red headed ball of energy flinging itself his way. Lyn fit perfectly, Sam decided, with her head against his chest and her arms around his waist. He had no right to think that, but did anyways. And it wasn’t long until Sam wrapped his arms around her delicate frame. His heart sped up to double time as he felt the warmth of her against him, heard her soft breathing, and took in the scent of her hair. This was certainly perfect.

Sam would’ve been content just standing there the rest of the day, holding her like that. Make up for lost time and all that jazz. But more importantly, they wouldn’t have to talk about the past couple of years where he had been missing. It wasn’t something that Sam was looking forward to, knowing he’d have to lie if she started asking questions he couldn’t answer without exposing some horrible truth. It wasn’t Sam’s place to tell Lyn all about the world of supernatural and destroy everything for her. But the thought of lying to her made Sam want to hit himself. He had always been an honest person until he became a hunter and sometimes people deserved better than the truth. She was one of those people. And what pained Sam the most was that Lyn would probably unquestioningly accept it. She knew he hated liars and the Sam she knew never would lie.

And it seemed like the lying would start now. Lyn was practically making him promise to never leave her. “Cross my heart,” Sam said, knowing that he could never keep that promise. Being a hunter, he never knew where he’d stay. Hell, Sam could be in Manuka for the next ten years or he could be hightailing it out by tomorrow morning. But he didn’t want to leave her and that had to count for something, right? If it were up to him, he’d never leave and would do everything in his power to make sure he didn’t.

At least he could tell the truth the next time he spoke. “I’ve missed you, too,” Sam agreed, the volume of his voice matching Lyn’s. “So much, Lynnie.” There hadn’t been a day when Sam hadn’t thought about his best friend in the entire world. Leaving her behind had been his biggest regret and if Sam could’ve dragged her along, he would’ve. It would’ve been entirely unfair for him to do and the thought of Lyn being away from her family was the one thing that stopped him. But the hunter had promised himself he’d return to Lyn to let her know he was okay. The only problem had been the fact that the longer Sam waited, the more he started to loath himself and what he was becoming.

“Let’s actually come into the house,” Sam said, regretfully detaching himself from Lyn but keeping an arm around her shoulders. He closed the front door – figuring they had to be attracting quite the scene. Sam really didn’t need to add to his police record – and started leading Lyn towards the kitchen. He didn’t want to linger in the living room because even with her there, he couldn’t keep his mind off of what had happened there. Once in the kitchen, Sam let go of Lyn so he could hop up on the counter next to his jacket, patting the spot next to him for Lyn to haul herself up on. “How have you been?” He asked, unsure of where else to direct the conversation.

TAG Dorki/Lyn
MUSE Florence + The Machine
NOTES So flipping cute <3

[roselyn]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background-color: #80262E;][cs=2] don't you forget about me as you walk on by

The moment the male promise that he was going to stay, she felt a small piece of fear whither away. But doubt began to fill up inside her gut. Was he lying? Never! He wouldn't lie to her, right? Right.She had this gift, or just because she knew him so well, she could tell whenever he was lying to her or not. She could just tell, but she wasn't looking straight at him right now. Her head was pressed against his chest, listening to his heartbeat speed up at her touch. With all her heart, Lyn hoped, prayed -- even if she wasn't religious--, begged that Sam wouldn't leave again, leave her again. Oh. She would go far just to keep him with her again. Just to keep her best friend. The female feared that if he left again, he wouldn't come back. This was just luck. She was lucky to even just see him walking down the street. It was luck that she managed to spot him in time. Tears welled up inside her throat when Sam said that he missed her too. She never realized she missed him this much. That she wanted to be in his arms once more. She didn't realized how badly she wanted to be with him again. Really. She didn't. All Lyn knew was that she missed him and wished for him to come back, but she didn't know that she needed him this badly. She didn't know that their reunion would affect her this much. Did he even regret leaving her? The question lingered in her mind. Did he even feel bad for leaving her in the dust, leaving her to face the world alone? Most likely. She didn't want to be the only one who felt this way. It would be pitiful. They stood for for several moments in silence. And every single seconds, Lyn savored the moment, soaking it all in, letting it stay on her mind. They bodies were pressed against each other and arms wrapped tight against their torsos. It almost hurt letting go of him for a few seconds when Sam suggested that they should go inside. Of course. Good idea. They didn't need to be attracting more attention than they needed to. Sam was already considered missing and she didn't need the press coming here to invade their privacy and start questioning everything. She tore herself away from him, something she didn't want to do ever again. The moment she entered inside the house, Sam locked the door behind her. He led the way towards the kitchen. Lyn's green eyes glanced around the house. There was not a spec of dust laying around, whoever tidied up the house did a very good job at it. It still looked the same, like the way his family had left it. Some stuff were moved around, but it still looked hospitable. It still held a presentable nature but she couldn't ignore the fear that crawled up her spine. Something bad -- the deaths-- had happened here. Right in this house and possibly where she was standing right now. Even though the house was full of that jolly, inviting feeling, no one could ever forget that tragedy that had happened here. He patted the area next to him as if to signal for her to get up next to him. The female made her way over and hopped up easily on the counter, pulling herself up. This felt so familiar because they had to done it several times in the past, like sneaking cookies or trying beer even if they were underage. Yet it felt so strange, unknown to her. Then Sam asked' how she had been. That was the only question he asked after ten whole years. He made it seem so casual and free. It was like he was always here, that he never left. That was all he had to say? She almost felt herself blow up, her anger was starting to bubble inside, beginning to spill right over the brim Her small hands soon balled up into fists and her clenched her jaw, trying to hold herself back. But that failed, because what happened next, was something that could be expected. "How am I?!" She asked, as she begun to turn the whole casual conversation between them into an argument. "Where the hell did you go? Why did you leave? Why didn't you even come back until now?" She shouted at him, slamming him with so much questions she wanted answered. She didn't care that he was being bombarded or begun to feel overwhelmed by all the questions she was asking him. She just wanted answers. Her voice volume began to raise slowly, up until she was yelling at him, looking very pissed. "You didn't even call me. write me a note, tell me goodbye. You. Just. Left."

[/b] She said, hate, hurt and anger was obvious in her voice. She put pauses between her last three words, as if to add emphasis. He just left one day. There was nothing stating his goodbyes or that he was leaving. There was nothing. She just found out from her mother that his family was brutally murdered. So the redhead went over to his house to see if he was okay, but she couldn't find him. Why? Because he left, disappeared without a trace. Now did he really think he could just walk back into her life and act like nothing had happened? He couldn't do that! Lyn was just starting spill out all her feelings for him. Everything. Now that he was here, she should just get to it because she didn't know how much longer he would be here, even if he promised he would stay.

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[SAMUEL RYDER HOLBROOK]

The mood swing from completely cuddly and inviting switched quickly to anger and Sam wasn’t surprised at all. Maybe some people would’ve backed off slightly, would’ve thought she was bipolar or something, but not Sam. He had known Lyn for almost their entire lives and it was fair to say he had a pretty good handle on the girl. He might’ve even known her better than she knew herself sometimes. Sam had seen all the warning signs before she even exploded, which probably was a big reason he kept from being surprised. The clenched fists, the tightening of her jaw. They were all telltale signs that Lynnie was getting angry and about to explode.

And then she did, with a barrage of questions that Sam had no clue how to answer, her anger finally flowed over and out to him. Sam half expected to be slapped across the face, seeing as how Lynnie looked angry enough to do it. But he just let her finish her rant, knowing he’d never be able to get a word in otherwise. Besides, there was no sense in interrupting her because it’d probably only make her madder. Sam couldn’t even blame her, knowing he’d be just as angry had the situation been reversed. Hell, he might even be worse than Lyn was. The kid was known to have a temper when it got going and his meltdowns made Lynnie’s look mild.

What the hell was he going to tell her though? He couldn’t outright say the truth. ‘I ran away because I couldn’t deal with everything. And oh yeah, I disappeared to learn how to hunt down the evil son of a bitch that killed my family. Did you know that vampires – and all sorts of other supernatural creatures – existed and that one of those bastards killed my family? She’d think he was crazy and lying, first of all. Not that there was really any other way she could be expected to act like. Because what did you do when someone started spouting like that? And secondly, Sam wasn’t about to take away the innocence Lynnie had to the world of supernatural. He was envious of the blissful unawareness most humans had, how they could live their lives without having to constantly look over their shoulder or distrust everyone they met.

That left Sam with his only alternative; lying. The idea killed him. He didn’t want to tell Lynnie a whole mess of lies to cover his ass for the past decade. But there was no other choice. The hunter would much rather feel horribly guilty than expose Lyn to everything he had seen and done. He wouldn’t – couldn’t – do that to her. Besides, if the girl ever found out he was lying, she’d have full rights to hate him. And while Sam didn’t like the thought of her hating him for the rest of their lives, it would only be something he deserved. Not just for lying, but for everything. He was going to try to add as much truth as possible into his words, but it certainly wasn’t going to be near enough.

“Lynnie,” Sam started, unable and unwilling to break the habit of calling her that. “Before I say anything, I want you to know how sorry I am. It doesn’t make up for what I did and you probably don’t believe me, but I am.” His bright blue eyes met Lyn’s green and he hoped he was conveying the emotion correctly. Because he really was sorry. Then Sam glanced away, knowing he’d be unable to lie to her while looking her in the eyes. He was such a coward and he knew that. Wes would make fun of him for being so weak. Any other hunter would have no problem. Not him, though. Sure, Sam could take down a werewolf who was four times as strong with no difficulty, but he couldn’t honorably lie (what an oxymoron) to the girl in front of him.

He sighed and squared his shoulders, while still looking at his dangling feet instead of the redhead. “I didn’t mean to abandon you like that. After I saw…I just didn’t have my head on straight.” Truth and truth. He wasn’t thinking when he ran away. The only thought was to get out of Manuka as soon as possible. And could he be blamed for that? He saw his family completely slaughtered by some rotten vampire. It wasn’t quite a time for logic reasoning. “And after that, I just got so caught up in everything, it was hard to break away.” Partial truth. Once he started hunting, he couldn’t exactly just stop. Sam needed practice to get better. Not to mention he didn’t want to lead anything back here.

It was best to not mention that this wasn’t his first time in Manuka since then though. That’d only cause Lynnie to get angrier. She’d think he was avoiding her. Which in a sense, the hunter was, but it wasn’t because he didn’t want to see her. Hell, he fought the temptation every single time he got within a hundred miles of Manuka to race over here and see her. But he was ashamed of himself and he didn’t really want her to see him. There was this ridiculous notion in the back of his head that Lyn would take one look at him and realized the kind of monster Sam had become. He couldn’t take that disapproving look.

Sam glanced back up at Lyn as if trying to see if she was still listening and then looked away. “I thought about you every day, but there was never a convenient time to talk to you.” Truth and then lie. There was multiple times where Sam could’ve reached out to contact her. But with the previous thought in mind, he didn’t want her to peg him as a monster right away, something he thought she could tell no matter how far away he was from her. “But I’m back now. And I want to fix everything, Lynnie.” Who knew how long he’d be back for? He did want to fix everything though. Maybe that was stupid to do, considering he would be leaving again and it’d only cause Lyn more pain, but he couldn’t stand just how broken things were.

TAG Dorki/Lyn
MUSE Ludo
NOTES <3<3<3

[roselyn]

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And from her blowing up right in front of him, Sam, her best friend, look unexpectedly calm and remained unmoved. It was like he knew what was going to happen. Well she did give away small little hints here and there; the jaw tightening and the fist clenching. He just knew her so well. So. Damn. Well. A normal person wouldn't haven't noticed the small little movements she did to show it. They would have been completely oblivious but Sam just knew. And most likely, he braced himself for what was to come. Oh yes, many people would have believed that this firey, petite, redhead was bi polar or overly intense mood swings. One moment she was hugging someone, being all happy and her usual bouncy self and the next moment, she would be exploding in your face and screaming at you. She wasn't bi polar. No. She wasn't. She had proof of that too. Sadly. That was just the way Lyn operated, being as mood swingy as she was. Actually, when she was younger, her parents even had her be tested to see if she was overly emotional or bi polar, and sadly, the results of the test came back negative. For a split second, their eyes met and she kept eye contact with him. Sam explained that he was sorry, very sorry for what he had done, for leaving her in the dust. That hit a soft spot. And she believed him. Lyn believed his every word. Why? Because he had that look in his eyes whenever he told the truth and he maintained eye contact with her. Her bottom lip trembled the slightest bit. She bit down on her trembling lip and chews on it, to keep herself from breaking down. Then after he said what he needed to say, he broke away, then adverted his attention to the floor. Then he continued the speak and the whole time, he wasn't looking at her, but instead, the stupid floor. She noticed one little giveaway when Sam was trying to explain the situation to her, give her some kind of reasons of excuses for leaving and not coming back until now. Lyn knew Sam. As a matter of fact, she knew him quite well. Scratch that. She knew him very well. Better than anyone else did. If anyone didn't know Sam as well she did, they would have bought his believable lies. Yes. She would give him kudos for being so quick minded and thinking up of quick excuses. Or wait, it could all be recited or written out beforehand, just in case if he ran into her like now. He was lying. Right there. Lying. How did she know he was lying, straight off the bat? This guy though he was slick, but he wasn't making eye contact with her. Instead, he was avoiding her, looking at her. Sam's eyes eyes just locked on the floor. If he wanted her to believe he was telling the truth, he would have made eye contact with her like before, but he didn't. He was lying. It was as simple as that. But she couldn't decipher what the the truth was some was some white lie to protect her. He was telling her what she wished to hear. All of it sounded so sincere and genuine. Then he was avoiding her questions, trying to dodge and then tell with answers that she didn't even need to be answered. Where did he go? He didn't even tell her to explain to her where the hell he stayed for the past ten years. Why did he leave? Again. He didn't even answer her question. He didn't even tell her why he left or what even caused him to leave without a word. Why did he suddenly come back right now? Nope. Nothing. Sam left all her questions unanswered it left her wondering still, wondering what the hell he was hiding from her. Was it really that bad that he couldn't tell her? What was it? There was millions and millions of questions that were just running through her mind right now. Lyn didn't interrupt him as he was speaking, instead, she listened intently to him, letting him finish speaking before she began. Lyn was just ready to call him out for lying, accuse him for anything and everything, but she wasn't going to do it quite yet, just start by baby steps. She wasn't even sure what the hell he was lying about. She was going to break down the situation into little parts, make it a tad bit easier on her and him. "So you, honestly, believe that you could just waltz back into my life and act like everything is okay?" She asked. Apparently he did, since he was making up some kind of bullshit to feed her with. But she didn't bring it up quite yet. That would be put back until later. One issue at a time. The female made a loud and frustrated groan. She propped her elbows against her knees, brought her head down, rubbed her temples in circular motions with her fingers. She flung herself off the counter, not wanting to sit by him and stood in front of Sam, looking very pissed. She looked him straight in the eye this time, trying to identify whether he was lying or not. "Never a convenient time?" She asked, accusingly. She was treating him like a criminal or some suspect in a homicide investigation. That was bullshit. Pure bullshit. As if she was going to believe that stupid pitiful excuse. Never. "Oh yeah. Ten years. There was not one day where you could take..." She pondered for a moment and then flung her arms up the air. It hurt knowing that apparently she wasn't special enough. Not enough for Sam to dedicate even the smallest time of his life to contact her. "I don't know, five minutes of your life to give me a call, just to tell me how you were? The female asked. Was that too much to ask? Ten minutes of his life? No. It was not. Sam sure was taking more than ten minutes to make up some excuses. What he was trying to say sounded ridiculous. It almost sounded like he was trying to avoid her. Like he was purposely dodging her. "I haven't even changed my cell number because every single day, I wished that I would get a call from you." The female explained. Yeah. She didn't change her number because well, she knew if Sam was ever going to contact her, he knew which number to call. He knew. She even memorized his old cell phone number. After he left, she even tried calling him multiple times but all she got was a dead tone. The number was canceled. But she didn't tell him that.

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[SAMUEL RYDER HOLBROOK]

Quiet. Lyn was so much quieter than Sam had expected. He had expected her to interrupt him multiple times through his little spiel because he had never known Lynnie to sit quietly when someone was clearly lying. And she had to know he was lying because out of everyone that Sam had ever met, she knew him the best. He didn’t even know why he had attempted to lie because she would figure it out right away and it’d only make her angrier. But what was a guy to do? Tell her the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth?

Don’t get the kid wrong; he wanted to. Lyn deserved the truth. He didn’t want to be giving her the bullshit lines he was because she needed better than that. But Sam just couldn’t. He wasn’t about to take away the blissful ignorance every human should have to make her believe him. The hunter preferred that Lyn hated him and stayed safe to the alternative of her knowing what exactly went bump in the night and freaking out over everything. Admittedly, she could probably handle it better than most humans, but Sam wasn’t about to put that theory to the test.

When Lyn finally started talking, Sam expected the first word out of her mouth to be “bullshit.” She had never been one to really sugarcoat things or dodge around subjects and Sam had always admired her for it. Lyn just told the complete and honest truth without reserve and you always knew you could take the girl at face value. Instead, it seemed like she was going to completely tear apart his lie so he no longer had that to fall back on. And then she’d probably accuse him of lying and leave him hanging out to dry. Which was only a tiny bit of what Sam deserved, but it still wasn’t something he looked forward to.

Her next words tore through Sam as if that was their intent. It was like she knew exactly what to say to make him ache. But there was always that little side effect where the more Sam hurt, the angrier he got. It was almost like his defense mechanism, so people didn’t see how much control their words had over his feelings. Sam clenched his fists, trying really hard to hold the lid on his temper. That was always a problem between him and Lyn; they could fight like cats and dogs. Once on got angry, their temper normally leeched into the other one and eventually, they were both yelling. He didn’t want that to happen, but he was afraid it might.

“No,” Sam said, his voice taking on a hurt tone before he quickly smothered it. “And you’d be stupid if you let me.” There was a jab. Lyn wouldn’t like Sam even hinting at the possibility of her being stupid and guaranteed it’d bring more yelling. The hunter found himself briefly wondering if it’d be better if he made Lyn hate him. It would be, right? Then she’d be happy to see him go when he left again. Of course it would hurt at first, because there had to be some sort of repercussion that came from hating your best friend, but it’d be better in the long run. Like a band aid being ripped off instead of slowly pulled away.
The only problem was Sam wasn’t sure he could do it. He was much more apt to be selfish than selfless and he wasn’t sure he could take Lynnie hating him. The horrible part of him preferred that Lyn missed him when he left because he knew he’d miss her. Like he said, horribly selfish. Sam shouldn’t want her to be pining after him when he couldn’t be here for her. She should move on with her life because she still had the potential to make it great. And she could do that without him in it. Should do it, actually, because he shouldn’t be a factor of it anymore.

Sam had lied, but what else was new these days. He thought he could hold his temper, but he had been wrong. He couldn’t take Lynnie accusing him of basically treating her like garbage. Technically, he had. But he had done it because he had thought he could keep her safe. “What do you want me to tell you?” Sam asked as he threw his hands up, not quiet yelling but definitely talking louder than he had been previously and with all the potential of turning to yelling. “Tell me what you want to hear and I’ll make sure you do!”

He shouldn’t be getting angry at her. Lyn had all the right to be yelling at him but he had no reason to be yelling back at her. This was just one of the more frustrating parts of being a hunter. No, Sam didn’t want recognition for what he did. He didn’t want glory or praise for killing the supernatural creatures that had no right to be here. He just wished sometimes people would realize what a hunter had to sacrifice to save them. One of those things, for Sam at least, had been Lynnie. Every time he killed one of those bastards, his first thought was always ‘one less monster to hurt her.’ It didn’t matter that half the time Lyn was hundreds of miles away. One less supernatural meant one less supernatural.

The kid hadn’t been about to mess that up in a moment of weakness and call Lyn or visit her. What if some pissed off monster had seen him do it and went after her because it knew she was important to Sam? That was even more unforgivable than him abandoning her. “I’m an ass, Lyn. I’m an ass. Is that what you want me to say? Because I can keep repeating it.” That had to be what she was thinking, if it wasn’t something worse. And why wouldn’t he think that about him? But for some reason, Sam couldn’t take that.

He jumped down off the counter and pushed past Lynnie so he could start pacing. It was something Sam did when he started to get upset. “I don’t know what more you want me to say.” The hunter threw his hands up and then ran one through his hair as he made yet another round of pacing. Sam had the strong urge to punch something or destroy something. It was something that had always happened when Sam was angry, but the want had gotten stronger the longer Sam hunted. It was like his violence was constantly twisted and played upon the longer he hunted and some day he was just going to snap and do something he regret.

TAG Dorki/Lyn
MUSE Ludo
NOTES Missed them<3

[roselyn]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 450px; background-color: #80262E;][cs=2] don't you forget about me as you walk on by

For a split, quick moment, during that one word Sam had spoken, Lyn had caught a something, like he had been hurt by her words. He was hurt. Did she managed to guilt trip him or did he really regret what he had done? Stupid. He was right. So very very true. She would be oh-so stupid if she would welcome him back into her life with open arms. It would be a foolish move one would say and she would have to strongly agree with that. There was no way in hell. She made it very clear and he was well away of that. Although she wanted him back in her life, she just wouldn’t allow it. Not without some proper explanations of her whereabouts in the past decade. There was just so much that was unanswered. It was almost as if he wanted her to hate him, like he was purposely trying to drive her right towards the edge. He was making up excuses to drive her away, keep her away from him, like he was some kind of hazard or some kind of danger to her. But why would he do that? Even though her dear best friend had treated her like shit these past years; leaving her alone to face the world and not even contacting her once, the petite human could not bring herself to hate him. No matter how hard she tried, no matter how much she wanted to. She just couldn’t hate him. It was impossible. There was something that was stopping her from straight up telling him that she never wanted to see him again, to tell him to leave her alone once more, never to come back. Lyn just couldn’t do it. She didn’t want to lose him again. She wished that she would be able to see him after this event. She wanted him to stay. With her. The moment Sam raised his voice at her, her firm lips popped open in shock and her green eyes widened a little bit. She was simply shocked and appalled by his reaction. How dare he. He had no right to start shouting at her – even if he wasn’t right now, the volume of his voice was starting to rise. But still, she was merely the victim here. Lyn was the one who was severely wounded by Sam’s disappearance. She was the one who had the right to raise her voice. He didn’t! Poor Lynnie was going to drive straight towards the edge, to the point where she couldn’t take anymore of this bullshit. She would just leave his house, go home and leave a conflict unsolved. It would be a terribly stupid thing to do but there was so much hurt and pain she would receive before she wouldn’t be able to handle it anymore. She is only a mere human. Her patience and tolerance of him was wearing thin, like sand slipping through ones fingers or running through the hourglass. She opened her mouth to speak, to answer his question but was soon cut off by his words. He didn’t even give her time to speak or even try to state what was on her mind. Sam soon began calling himself an ass, just repeating it over and over again. Now here was the truth, yes, he was an ass. She could give him some kind of kudos for admitting that right out on the spot. Yes. She did believe he was being a total ass right now, the way he way treating her in the past and right in the future. But that was not what she wanted to hear from him. That was far off. “No. No. No!” She said furiously. She shook her head to add emphasis to her saying. Liar. Liar. Liar. Oh how she hated lies. Sure, the truth hurt when it was revealed, but a bunch of lies stacks up on one another hurt even more. Lies were bullshit. A whimp’s way of getting out of a sticky situation. She was big girl; she was able to handle the truth. She did a couple years back when she finally admitted to herself that Sam was really gone. He just vanished. It took so much to accept the truth. “You've been lying to me this whole time!” She shouted at him, but towards the end of her sentence her voice began to crack, but she stopped herself from saying anything. She just knew that he was lying to her from the moment she stepped through that doorway. Sam even had the guts to lie to her, right slap dash to her face. It was like a bitch slap. What a stupid move to make, Sam. Lyn knew him too well. She was able to see through his façade and petty lies he was trying to spoon feed her. Like how she had done before, the male pushed himself off the counter, landing carefully on the floor but instead of standing next to her, trying to comfort or calm her down, he started pacing back and forth. She already knew that the whole pacing back and forth thing was one of Sam’s habits to do whenever he was angered. It was a way to distract him or try to calm himself down. They both needed to relax and breath and breath, but neither was willing to.Plus, he just looked just as frustrated as she did, if not, he looked even more angered. Her green eyes trailed after him, watching his movements carefully. Lyn rolled her eyes, looking very annoyed when Sam stated that he didn’t know what to tell her. But there was one obvious answer of what she wanted to hear and she didn’t have to say it. Right at the moment, there was only thing she wanted to hear him say. She didn’t want to hear his silly excuses or his whitty words to dodge her questions. “The truth. Give me the truth!” Lyn screamed at him. That was all she wanted the whole time, yet her best friend was refusing to tell her anything. He was keeping her in the dark. “If you think you can hide it from me, that’s bullshit.” She said, running her fingers through herself hastily, trying to calm herself down. Hell. She had great self control right now, even if she had reached to the point where she was screaming. She was using all of her mental strength to hold herself back from turning this whole argument into some kind of physical battle. By this point, Lyn would be raging, throwing and breaking items around in the house, leaving broken woodchips or glass on the floor. It was something she did. Even with such a tiny frame she had, she did pack one hell of a punch. It was a way for her to take out her anger, well other than yelling at people, but screaming at Sam was not enough for her. She wanted to break something so badly right now.

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