“M-hm.” Cullen and Samson know eachother from various LARPs they attended. Cullen isn’t fond of Samson at first. Unfortunately they tend to run into eachother at the gym from time to time and Samson enjoys Cullen’s company way too much. Things between them magically change, when Cullen drunkely rants about his broken heart during a LARP and Samson is there to support him. ꒰˘̩̩̩⌣˘̩̩̩๑꒱♡
The sound of vehicles are what draw her attention first, Helaine in the middle of patrolling the hotel they’ve all made something of a temporary home, but it’s the magic she feels crackling through the air, the banishment of barriers and a piercing scream that has her rushing ahead suddenly. And she arrives at the entrance just in time to see the threat fully manifest, half the Hampton torn open and collapsing, bodies of enraged and weapon-wielding savages whisking through the man-made gash as apparently directed. They’re human, it seems. Or mostly. They don’t carry the same manner she’s used to when it comes to any creature and she’s long ago learned to discern the behavior.
Their weaponry, however, was far less ordinary, at least partially. She notices the way the chains ensnare, the energy pulsing through that seems too similar to her own. And if it causes her even the mildest distress, none of it remains her immediate concern. Not with the opening on display that exposes them to such danger, the cracks climbing through the hotel risking too much safety.
She isn’t sure what’s become of Leon, but given the range of their difficulties now, she assumes he’s handling other concerns in the moment. Reinforcing the barrier seems a lost cause anyhow, given how it was once ripped apart, and she doesn’t know what to make of that information just yet. She only knows she has to deal with the damage, deciding to handle the worst of the area first as she moves forward, flinging men out of the way left and right to keep the numbers nearby to a minimum or else risk being submerged in a different kind of horde.
Mutterings of incantations escape her lips too quickly, the words never easy to make out as the energy pools together to form a thread of light that’s soon maneuvering through the crevices beneath her and traveling upward. With additional aid from her telekinetic gifts that are also working to pull the debris from inside, the cracks begin to fill by forcing the ground together again slowly, working to reverse the damage done to the building by a hand she can’t yet place. She wants their people out. She wants them to safety. And that might be harder to accomplish if there are no exits, no ways to flee the premises.
drunken nights - a forever hold your peace drabble
anon: Sooo im gonna put this out there but a Drabble about harry ranting to his bartender about birdy, and across town birdy ranting to Samson about harry would be the cutest most hilarious thing. CAN IT HAPPEN PLZ
ever wonder how birdy and harry dealt with not talking to one another from chapter 19 to chapter 20? well here’s a very canon glimpse of one night where they go to their respective pubs and bitch about one another under the influence of alcohol (is anyone surprised?) enjoy!
“He’s a fucking wanker.”
Birdy noted how Samson seemed to wince at her sharp words, not
paying much mind to it as she finished her third drink with a suck through her
teeth. She motioned for another one as she set the glass down onto the bar,
looking over her shoulder at the handful of people scattered around Stanza at
that late hour. When she was in a mood she very much preferred the place being
empty, talking to Samson without remorse was better when no one was around to
hear her. But in the end she didn’t care, she was getting drunk and letting her
issues float away, and while she might have been escaping reality in exchange
for bitter drinks, nothing could have erased the reality of one Harry Styles.
Just the thought of him made her blood boil.