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Finn Erickson





































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    Inquisitive.. who is she..?
















Finn observed as Calla swiftly withdrew her hand, mirroring the speed with which he had reached for it, a soft hum escaping his lips that he couldn’t restrain. There was something delightfully enigmatic about her that piqued his curiosity, like a puzzle he desperately wanted to solve... leaving him with only the tantalizing hint of a blush gracing her cheeks..perhaps a reaction to the chill in the air..?

No way, it was hot as balls in here..wait.. why was he feeling hot..?

Regardless, the blush on her cheeks was undeniably attractive.... she... was undeniably attractive.
A smirk danced across his lips as his gaze lingered on her face, captivated.
"Calla from Spain," she introduced herself, and Finn couldn't help but chuckle softly.. her accent had a delightful, unpolished quality that only added to her allure.

From the very first moment he laid eyes on her, he had known she would be a captivating puzzle, and the intrigue only deepened with each passing second..
"Alright, Calla from Spain," he replied, letting the words roll off his tongue with a hint of seduction, his hands casually falling to his sides... remembering how he always found a little something special..a unique twist..about every girl he met, and now that delightful description belonged to her.
He had a playful habit of assigning nicknames to every girl he met, and now he had found hers. "Calla from Spain" The phrase rolled around in his mind, fitting her almost perfectly..it..had a certain rhythm to it, one he could easily grow fond of.

He liked her already, though not in a conventional, affectionate way.. he was almost allergic to such feelings, a lot like his brother in that way, except Forrest had never played or mindlessly had sex with different girls.

Finn never even had a reason for it.. just simply that it.. made him feel good about himself.

Whenever Finn felt himself warming up to someone, he instinctively pulled back, as if love were a dangerous game he wasn't ready to play..emotional attachments were foreign to him..like they might slip through his fingers.
Yet, here he was, willing to bend to her whims, eager to keep her close, even if he couldn't quite decipher whether she would be easy.

The challenge lay in the dimensions of her character; she approached him with an almost cheeky sense of purpose, asking for directions and now requesting his company for the walk, leaving him fascinated by how she balanced sweetness with an undeniable hint of boldness.

His eyes roamed over her features, tracing the contours of her face and body until their gazes locked, her eyes sparkling with a daring challenge. It was as if she was inviting him to entertain her, and he relished the thought.

While...He.. was thoroughly entertained, intrigued by the dance between them, recognizing that while the game wasn’t going to be simple, he relished the idea of unraveling her layers, convinced that eventually..she would eventually yield, just like the others before her.

In the space between Finn and Calla, words were almost unnecessary; their eyes danced a silent tango, each glance deeper than the last...
Yet, as her gaze lingered, a peculiar sensation washed over him..

Vulnerability.

As if she could peer into the very depths of his soul, unraveling his secrets with just a glance.. he couldn't quite tell why such a thought flitted through his mind.

But it sent a shiver down his spine, but he quickly brushed it off with a cheeky smirk, finally breaking the spell by blinking and turning away as he shrugged on his jacket, a film of casual confidence draping over him.

With a gentlemanly flourish, he held the door open for her, his senses igniting as her scent wafted past him..an intoxicating blend that made his heart race.
He stepped out beside her, the chill of the air contrasting with the warmth she radiated. "It's a bit slippery out, feel free to use my arm for leverage at any time you feel it's needed," he quipped, a quick side glance accompanied his words as he smirked briefly.

Suddenly, his feet quickened, and he twirled in front of her, walking backwards to catch her expressions while they walked, his eyes locked onto her face. The risk of slipping didn’t faze him; in fact, the thought of tumbling down together, like a cascade of dominoes, sent a chuckle bubbling up from his chest.

"So, Calla from Spain, what exactly brings you to Revelstoke?" he inquired, his curiosity piqued. He could tell she was a visitor, her aura distinctly different from the locals, and despite his time away, he had an uncanny knack for reading people.

His hands tucked into his pockets, he continued to walk unperturbed, daring not to glance back as he reveled in the sight of her..thankfully, she was properly dressed for this chilly weather, a refreshing change from the usual underdressed visitors.

The way she carried herself, with an effortless grace, only deepened his intrigue..

What exactly was her story..?


































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ZANE BENNETT
Zane let out a loud, exaggerated “Whoa, whoa, WHOA!” and put his hands on his hips, striking a mock-serious pose. “Well, technically speaking, I’m not a dealer, just a purveyor of… high-end experiences," he said, making finger quotes like he was giving a TED Talk. “But, yeah, you’re definitely special, Casper. I don’t roll like this for just anyone. It’s, uh, a VIP experience, if you will.”

He leaned closer to the table like he was presenting a rare artifact, pointing to various items with exaggerated flourish. “We’ve got premium cold pizza. It’s not just any pizza, mind you—this is the one you order when you’re too high to care about anything but cheese and crust. You got your chips, naturally—can't have an experience without chips. And then—” He lifted a bag of cookies like it was a prized trophy. “Gourmet cookies. These are like, so fancy I bet they have their own Instagram. Honestly, I don’t even remember where I got them. Might’ve been from a local bakery, might’ve been from a gas station. Who’s to say? The world is full of mysteries.”

Zane flopped onto the couch like he owned the place… cause as long as he paid his rent on time he did. Dragging one of the pillows under his head and he looked up at Casper, “Anyway, you’re the guest of honor, so you get to decide what’s first. Pizza? Chips? Or... are you gonna be the kind of rebel who kicks off with cookies? I’m definitely the ‘rebel cookie’ type, just sayin’.”

He took a moment, glancing over at Casper, his usual goofy expression softening just a little as he noticed the subtle shift in the air. Zane had seen a lot of people come and go through this little hideout of his, some of them looking like they needed a place to crash, others just looking for a quick high and nothing else. But Casper? He wasn’t like everyone else. Zane could tell something was off in a way that wasn’t the usual "I’m just here for the buzz" vibe. But he didn’t press it. He knew better than to poke at people who didn’t wanna talk.

Instead, Zane smirked and stretched his arms above his head, making an exaggerated stretching noise. “And no, I’m not in the habit of offering ‘life-altering experiences’ to just anyone. But you? You’ve got this... vibe about you. Like, I could tell the moment you walked in the door, this guy gets it, y’know?” His grin turned a little more lopsided as he added, “Or maybe I’m just super good at reading people. Maybe that’s why I’m always hired for my... uh, charm.”

Zane rolled over onto his stomach, propping his chin on the couch’s armrest. “You’re not a nuisance, alright? I get it, though, I do. People are weird about being vulnerable. Like, this world is full of people trying to pretend like they’ve got it all figured out, but half the time? They don’t. I mean, I don’t. No one does. It’s kinda the thing, right? You gotta just... go with it, man.”

He paused, his eyes flicking toward the window for a second, as if he was lost in his own thoughts, but then he snapped back into his usual goofy self. “Anyway! Pizza? Chips? Cookies? You pick, I’m down for whatever.” He gave an exaggerated, over-the-top bow. “The Zane experience is yours for the taking.”

The weird, unspoken tension between them seemed to melt a little under Zane's relentlessly lighthearted approach, but there was still that unshakable calm in his tone, like he was offering a safe space without saying it out loud. He didn’t need to fix things, but maybe, just maybe, he could help distract Casper long enough to get him to feel something else for a little while.

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Ozelia Mae Bonet

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wide and bright smile lit up her face as Eileen seemed to slowly warm up to her presence. She nodded her head, sighing softly as she recalled the messy memory.
"Good choice! Alright, this one’s a doozy. It’s one of those moments where I can’t believe I did it, but now, looking back, it’s pretty hilarious."

She sank back against the bench, looking up at the sky as she recalled the memory.
"So, a while back, I went to karaoke with some friends. I only had one drink, but I’m short, and I don’t drink much, so I get tipsy really fast. Anyway, I’m feeling good, having fun with my friends, and suddenly, I’m super confident! I’m singing song after song, busting out some snazzy dance moves, and of course, my lovely friends are loving it! I’m belting out ‘Dancing Queen,’ twirling around, having the time of my life. Then, after all that fun, I realize I really need to go to the bathroom. So, I head in there, still in my dancey, happy mood, bouncing around. And that’s when I get this bright idea—my finishing move, if you will. I decide I’ll plant my foot on the toilet seat like I’m some kind of model, like I’m in a music video or something. I was determined to nail it."

Ozelia paused, shaking her head in disbelief at the absurdity of it.
"So, I twirled and slammed my foot down on the toilet seat, and bam—my foot got stuck in the freaking toilet!"
Ozelia threw her hands out in exasperation, looking to Eileen like, Can you believe this happened?
"At first, I thought I’d just slipped, but then I realized—nope, my foot was literally stuck. I tried to pull it out, but it was like a nightmare. My foot was stuck, and I started frantically pumping it up and down like a plunger, trying to get it free. I was panicking! My foot was in the water, my sock was soaked, and my cute shoes were drenched in toilet water. I was so panicked I couldn’t even think straight."
Ozelia huffed out, crossing her arms over her chest and shaking her head at the semi-embarrassing memory.
"So there I am, stuck, blubbering like a mess, thinking, ‘What have I done? This is so embarrassing! What do I do now?!’ But then—like an angel sent from heaven—one of my friends waltzes into the bathroom. She sees me, foot stuck in the toilet, completely panicked, and I know, I just know, this is the most embarrassing moment of my life. But my friend—bless her—she starts laughing. Not in a mean way, but in a way that makes it all feel less awful. She twists my foot around and pulls it out, and I’m standing there, trying to act cool, but my sock and shoe are soaked. I’m still red in the face just thinking about it, but my buddy? She didn’t tell a soul. She swore up and down she wouldn’t. Honestly, it’s funny looking back at it now, but at the time, I was dying inside. And you know what? Every time we go out to that karaoke bar now, I just kind of shake my head at that memory. I was a mess, but hey, if you can’t laugh at yourself, what’s the point? So, there you go. My ridiculous, stuck-in-the-toilet story. If that doesn’t make you smile, I don’t know what will."

Ozelia peeked over at Eileen with a big grin on her face as she finished her story. It was more ridiculous than actually funny, probably, but hopefully, it would be enough to elicit a smile or distract Eileen from whatever was upsetting her.


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Main Street

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AUTUMN BLOOM
Autumn leaned against the counter, arms folded loosely, watching Rowan as she moved through the space with that easy confidence. She wasn’t in any rush, just taking her time, letting the rhythm of the moment settle around them. But Autumn couldn’t stop the soft smile that tugged at her lips, even if she tried to keep it hidden. There was just something about Rowan that made her smile without thinking. It wasn’t the black clothes, or the way Rowan carried herself, though those things were hard to ignore. It was something deeper, a pull she could never quite explain.

As Rowan paused in front of one of the displays, Autumn straightened a little, trying not to look too eager. Her gaze lingered for a second longer than usual, though. It always did. "You know, you’ve got that ‘I’m in charge’ look today," Autumn said, her voice taking on a teasing edge. She leaned forward just slightly, watching Rowan’s reactions. "I guess it’s the black outfit? Or is it just you?"

Her tone was light, playful, but underneath it was something deeper, something that Autumn didn’t always let slip. She’d spent so much time thinking about her feelings for Rowan, burying them beneath jokes and casual comments, but they were always there and the only reason she never acted on them was because Rowan was too important to her.

Autumn’s eyes followed Rowan as she reached for something on a shelf, fingers brushing over the smooth surface of the item like she was trying to decide if she was going to pick it up. Autumn couldn’t help but notice the way Rowan’s hands moved; strong, purposeful, even when she wasn’t trying to make a statement. She was all soft edges and hard lines at the same time, and Autumn found herself fascinated by it, like she was watching someone with a secret, one she was dying to know.

"You know, you’ve always had this... way of carrying yourself," Autumn added, her voice quieter now, as if she was letting herself speak a little more honestly. "Like you know exactly who you are." She smiled, her fingers drumming lightly on the counter. "It’s kind of impressive, you know?" She was watching Rowan, but this time, her eyes lingered longer than they probably should have. Autumn couldn’t help it. There was a part of her that always wanted to say more, say something that would pull Rowan closer, even just for a second. But she held back, even though the impulse to lean in and close the distance between them was almost too strong.

"Guess that’s what happens when you’ve been doing your own thing for so long," she continued, her words deliberately casual. She was trying to keep her tone light, trying not to let the deeper meaning slip. "But seriously, it’s good to see you again, Rowan."

Her eyes met Rowan’s then, a flicker of something deeper between them. Autumn felt the pull in her chest, but she buried it just like she always did. Rowan had this way of looking at her that made her feel both seen and completely invisible at the same time. It was maddening, but it was also why she’d always kept her distance.

"That’s enough of the ‘I’m in charge’ look, though," Autumn added with a small, teasing grin. "I’m not intimidated, I promise." She stepped around the counter then, making her way over to where Rowan was still idly looking at the shelves. "I mean," she continued, voice quieter now, almost too soft, "you’ve always looked good in black. But," she paused, just for a moment, her gaze softening as she came closer, "I don’t think that’s the only thing about you that’s... well, hard to ignore."

Autumn felt her breath catch slightly as she let the compliment hang in the air between them, but her smile was comfortable, despite the butterflies fluttering in her chest. She took a breath and stepped back, trying to pull the conversation back to safer ground. “But yeah,” she added lightly, rubbing the back of her neck with a nervous little laugh, “I’m glad you’re doing alright. You’ve been quiet, but it’s good to see you in one piece, Rowan.”

She felt her pulse quicken as she watched Rowan, hoping she didn’t push too far with that last comment, but secretly praying she had. Autumn had missed her. And a small part of her, just a small part, wanted Rowan to know that without saying it directly.

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Jupiter Khaing

T
urning to face the wall, Jupiter nervously listened to the sounds of her putting on his clothes. He wasn't entirely sure why he turned away—he'd already seen her before—but it just felt like the polite thing to do. He kept his gaze averted, waiting until he heard her finish, then he heard her voice, announcing that she couldn’t fit into his shorts.
Which, fair enough. But she was just... going to walk out into the hallway with no pants!?
He wasn’t sure why the thought made him feel uneasy. She was right next door, and the hallway wasn’t exactly a dangerous place, but still. It didn’t sit well with him. However, she was her own person, and he didn’t want to keep her in his room longer than she needed to be. If she wanted to make the mad dash, then far be it from him to stop her.
He slowly turned back around, his eyes sticking strictly above her waist, but his frown deepened as he saw that she had left a few buttons casually undone.
Really… sleeping in her underwear, and leaving her shirt half-buttoned like that? Is she trying to catch a cold?
He shook his head, pushing the thought away. Not his problem.
The quiet that followed hung heavily in the air, and for a moment, it felt like they should say something more. But neither of them seemed quite ready to keep the awkwardness going. Jupiter opened his mouth, unsure of what to say, but just as he was about to speak, she quickly thanked him for his...cuddles, catching him off guard.
He blanched, his face heating up and a strange sound squawking out from his throat.
"Hh-Wha-Nuh-I-I didn’t cuddle-!"
The protest barely formed before he quickly stopped himself.
He watched as she tugged at the door again, but it wouldn't budge.
At her frustrated sigh, he couldn't help but walk over. He gently placed a hand on her shoulders, guiding her out of the way as he stepped forward to try the door himself. With a firm grip on the handle, he yanked, lifted, pushed down, and shook it—nothing worked.
She was right.
The door was definitely conspiring against him.
"There’s no way... This fucking door."
He muttered under his breath, sounding defeated as he stepped back. His shoulders slumped in frustration, and he just stared at the stupid door, silently cursing it. It felt like everything was just making this situation worse, but there they were, trapped together in his room.
With a huff, he let his gaze drift back to her, feeling strangely aware of the silence that filled the space between them.
This... wasn’t how he expected the morning to go.
"I can...I'll call my brother and get him to get the lodges maintenance or something to help us open the door..."



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Revelstoke Mountain Lodge

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JACE WALKER
Jace grunted as he slid into the driver’s seat of his truck, the old leather creaking under his weight. He barely looked up when Sutton climbed in beside him, but the corner of his mouth quirked up at the sound of her cheerful “Merry Christmas.” He didn’t really do Christmas, at least not in the way most people did. But he wasn’t about to complain about spending the day with someone like Sutton, at least, not out loud.

He gave her a sidelong glance as she held up the beer, her bright grin somehow managing to make his insides feel like they’d been uncomfortably knotted up for the last hour. He wasn’t exactly sure why it made him feel this way, probably something to do with the fact that she had really made an effort to look nice today, a contrast to his own worn-out flannel and grease-streaked hands but he wasn’t about to admit it.

“You didn’t have to do that,” he muttered, tossing the bottle in the cup holder. He wasn’t sure if it was a ‘thank you’ for fixing her damn truck or a subtle way to let him know that she appreciated him doing way more work than she ever planned to. But he wasn’t a fan of compliments, and he didn’t do soft, so he wouldn’t bring it up. He’d just keep his eyes on the road, which, of course, gave him a few more seconds to tell himself to stop thinking about her and focus on what he had to do next.

“Your truck’s a pain in my ass, but I’ll say it’s a damn good ride,” he added gruffly, his hand shifting gears as he pulled out of her driveway. He wasn’t even sure why he’d said it. His brain was still buzzing, “I still don’t know why the hell you brought me beer, but I appreciate it.” His voice softened, just slightly, the kind of softness he only showed when he was trying to convince himself he wasn’t actually enjoying her company. “You didn’t have to do that. But it’s a nice gesture.”

There was that tension again, something between them that neither of them had acknowledged yet. Not out loud, anyway. He couldn’t be sure what it was, but Jace was the kind of guy who didn’t trust anything he couldn’t figure out. And Sutton, for all her colorful scarves and sunny smiles, was a little like that to him. He didn’t quite get her, but he didn’t mind it. In fact, the more he spent time with her, the more he realized maybe he didn’t want to get her all the way.

“Where do you wanna eat? I’m not doing any fancy shit. If you pick somewhere that makes me eat a salad, we’re turning right around.” Jace wasn’t a big talker, but Sutton made it feel easy, almost like he could let down a little of that rough exterior without worrying about being seen for who he really was. And maybe, just maybe, he was starting to wonder what that might mean for them both. He pushed the thought away. He’d been burned too many times to let anything good come from it.

But, for now, he didn’t mind spending the day with her. After all, it beat being stuck at home with his thoughts—and the constant stream of bullshit messages from Emara.

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Forrest Erickson





































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    Why did you leave me?
















Forrest stood there, his heart pounding as he took in the look of astonishment that washed over Emara's features.
It was clear that she was just as taken aback by his presence as he was by hers, though he suspected she had no inkling he would show up in Revelstoke...

He had journeyed here solely to see her, a fact that remained a mystery to his brother, who had only received a vague explanation of.. "For old time's sake." ..In truth, that was a blatant falsehood; Emara was a vivid reminder of a past he cherished, the only fragment of his history that brought him ease and comfort.
As her familiar monotone voice broke the silence, he felt a wave of comfort wash over him... "Ah, thought I would just stop by Revelstoke... I grew up here... you should know that." ..The desperation in his eyes betrayed the real reason for his visit, and he couldn't shake the feeling that a part of her wished he hadn't come at all.

A flicker of horror crossed her face, and it sent a jolt of anxiety through him.
Just days after their last therapy session, she had vanished from his life, leaving him grappling with confusion and hurt. She was the only one who truly understood him, and her abrupt departure left him questioning his worth.

Since then, he had avoided seeking another therapist, knowing it would never be the same without her... When she finally asked,... "Did you come to see me?" ..he froze, caught off guard by the directness of her question.
The absurdity of his situation struck him.. how could he admit,

"Oh yes! I followed you all the way to Revelstoke! Did you miss me?"

without sounding utterly ridiculous? Instead, he blurted out, "Why did you leave?" as he stepped inside uninvited, his breath catching in his throat. His eyes searched hers for answers, a desperate plea for understanding... "You didn't even... tell me, Emara..." ..he continued, not wanting her pity but craving clarity, it wasn't even any of his business to start with.

He positioned himself just a foot away, shutting the door behind him, his gaze unwavering as he awaited her response... His anticipation hung in the air.. and without really meaning to, words spilled from his lips in a confused rush...
"I just... if it was something with you.. why didn’t you say anything? You could have come to me; I would have understood. I could have been there for you, just like you've always been for me," he confessed, his eyes reflecting a mix of desperation and sincerity.
It might have seemed absurd for him to voice such feelings...after all, she was his therapist, not a friend in the traditional sense—but the bond they shared had always felt deeper than mere professional formality.

"Did you even consider telling me you were leaving..? I thought we meant more to each other than just this...client-therapist dynamic. I thought we had something like friendship, or am I just delusional..?" His hand absently rubbed at his neck, a laugh of disbelief escaping him, feeling exposed and fragile before her, standing in front of the only person he dared to show this kind of vulnerability to.

In this moment, as he stood there, he felt like every mask he wore around others was stripped away, leaving him in a state of raw honesty, a sharp contrast to the stoic facade he maintained even with family.
He leaned against the door frame, trying to ground himself and seeking clarity from her responses, yet finding it hard to pause and let her process his overwhelming flood of questions.

The urgency surged within him, each thought tangled with the nerves built up over the months she had been absent from his life; she was his sanctuary, his escape from a world that felt alienating and harsh.
He ran a hand through his hair, fighting the swell of emotion that threatened to consume him.
The embarrassment of letting his guard down in front of her gnawed at him.. he wanted to present a composed demeanor, not appearing as a fragile little boy unraveling in the spotlight of her gaze.

































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GRAYSON HOLT
Grayson stood in the doorway, his gaze flicking from the two cups of coffee on the counter to Esme, who had her arms crossed tight against her chest, the same defensive posture she used every time he got too close, every time the past started to resurface. He could feel his temper bubbling up in his chest, and for a moment, he had to force himself to breathe through it.

The way she looked at him… it was as if she was trying to hold something back, something that had nothing to do with the coffee or the damn apron. But that wasn't what was pissing him off. It was her damn comments, the little ones she slipped in, like that jab she’d made about him not helping her out. As if she hadn’t been the one who walked out, who’d asked for the divorce like she was throwing out a damn paper plate.

He clenched his jaw. She really thought she could just waltz back into his life after all this time and still throw stones at him, didn't she? This holiday was supposed to be for Maisel, to feel like she had a ‘normal’ family and do something together like her therapist suggested.

"Funny," he muttered, stepping further into the kitchen, his eyes narrowing. "You’re the one who wanted out, Esme. You were the one who couldn’t wait to sign those papers and leave it all behind. But now, what? You’re mad because I didn’t play nice after you walked out of here like it was nothing?"

His voice was low but tight with anger, the kind of anger that had been simmering since the day she dropped the bomb on him, that she was done. And yet, here she was, acting all high and mighty because he hadn't swooped in like some damn saviour to fix things.

"You know what I’ve been dealing with," he continued, his hands going instinctively to his pockets, as though he could hold himself together that way. "I’ve been keeping this place running, keeping Julian in line. You think that was easy? Hell, you didn’t care when you left, did you?"

Grayson shook his head, pushing back the rush of frustration that wanted to explode. His fingers tightened around the handle of the coffee mug she’d prepared for him. But he was too pissed to do anything but stand there and stare her down, waiting for her to respond.

"Take your little jabs all you want," he added, his voice sharp now, the words cutting through the air. "But don’t act like I’m the one who screwed this up, Esme. You wanted out. I’m just trying to make sure Julian doesn’t lose his damn mind in the process, or do my best for Maisel to not hate me more than she already does. But I’m sure all those things are all my fault too, right?"

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confused

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lodge lobby
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;; Brandon
Brandon couldn't help but laugh as the woman made fun of the coffee, her laughter was infectious. But, he quickly put a hand over his mouth. As hilarious as the woman was making this seem, he didn't want to be seen laughing about the lodge's bad coffee. He should be fixing the problem, making sure no one was left dissatisfied by the complementary refreshments. But, he looked at his watch and realized his shift was over. Better coffee for the lodge would have to wait.

"A proper cup of coffee, huh?" He echoed the woman's invitation back to her, a warm smile spreading across his face. "That doesn't sound too bad. And look at that, I just got off work." The way this woman smiled and winked, as if she was consumed by joy, made Brandon feel more relaxed than he'd been in years. It was a nice feeling, as if he was floating, being lifted to the sky, with no worries about life or work.

He let out a soft chuckle, a bewildered, slightly confused look on his face as the woman started suggesting snowball fights and sledding. Brandon had to process this absurd request, and before he knew it her arm was wrapped around his. He was stuck. But, the feeling of being stuck with her wasn't bad. He could get used to it, really. He looked the woman in her eyes, noticing her pleading face, and his eyes softened a bit.

Brandon grinned, looking away briefly and shaking his head. "I think I'm past my snowball fighting and sledding days, really." He sighed, bringing his gaze back to her. "But, let's get a cup of coffee and then... if I'm proven wrong I'm proven wrong? I think if anyone could prove me wrong it could be you, miss..." Brandon drifted off, looking at her pointedly with curiosity upon realizing he didn't know the woman's name.
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;; Soren
Soren cringed as Ophelia spoke, regretting his halfwitted plan of denying his identity twice over. It was embarrassing, his old friend probably thought he was going mad. Maybe he was. Maybe, as much as he tried to convince himself he was just going through a little rough patch, he was going mad and would be messed up forever.

It finally hit him that he probably destroyed all the relationships he had back home. The reality of ghosting all of his friends sunk in. He'd just... gone missing. What sane person did that? After running away to Revelstoke, he hadn't really considered that detail. Out of sight, out of mind. But now, face to face with an old friend, the effects of what he'd done were very much in his sight and mind.

Soren felt sick to his stomach at the mention of Ophelia sending him messages with no reply. An all too familiar nausea crept into his veins, he was sure his skin had become quite pale. The ill feeling was something that he'd grown accustomed to in the past few months, he felt it whenever he thought hard enough about the director that had assaulted him. In the early days, when he could barely sleep or eat, he'd even thrown up a few times.

He was so used to the feeling that it almost felt normal. But, in front of Ophelia, it felt somewhat different than all the times in the past. Soren felt guilty. He felt like an awful person for letting the incident effect him in the way that it did, harming his friends in the process. His mouth was dry as he mustered up the strength to answer Ophelia's question. "I'm- No, I'm just visiting. I needed a break." He explained, his voice weary.

A soft, sad look flickered in his eyes as he met Ophelia's gaze. He wanted to explain everything to her, but he just couldn't find it in him to tell her the full story. "I'm sorry." He muttered out, face crumbling with the rather abrupt statement. "I'm really really sorry." Soren's voice shook as he blinked back tears, unsure how Ophelia would react.
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mood :
tired

location :
bakery
outfit :
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;; Sidney
Walking back over to the door, Sidney smiled slightly, turning the sign on the door to closed. Ave was right, this was exactly the kind of thing that could lift his spirits. Peace and quiet was always appreciated. Especially today, when sanctuary from people in holly jolly moods was desperately needed.

He raised an eyebrow as Ave said his coffee was fee and offered him dessert. "You sure?" He double checked, then nodded when it was obvious she was serious. He gave out free things all the time, and he knew how annoying it was when people tried to argue with him about it. "Thanks. I'll take a chocolate muffin." He smiled appreciatively and took the coffee mug, getting a whiff of the strong coffee.

Sidney felt a pang of jealousy when Ave talked about her family. Sure, her family was split up. But the fact that she had a family to celebrate with at all was something he craved so badly. But rather quickly, his feelings shifted to that of pity when he really considered what her mother did. It's not like his mother had much of a say in death, but Ave's mother had consciously made decisions to harm her family. That had to hurt, especially for a sweet young girl like Ave.

He took a sip of his coffee as she spoke, nodding a little in understanding. Sidney didn't say anything about Ave's family troubles. He knew that when it came to opening his mouth about things like this he could be... insensitive at best. "Yeah, it is nice," he agreed with the girl, taking a deep breath.

It was nice, but the sappy holidayness of it all set Sidney on edge a bit. After he got completely settled in a seat he reached into one of his rather deep pockets, pulling out a flask, which was filled with whiskey. He poured just a little bit into his mug and then held out the flask- in case Ave wanted some. "I know it's a bit early to start drinking by normal human standards, but this is the perfect thing to make the holidays bearable." He grinned, eyes flickering with joy. Sidney's act of casually drinking this early in the morning may be concerning, but it was actually something he did quite often. He was used to the feeling.
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upset, weirdly nicer than usual

location :
zane's place
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;; Casper
Casper let out an amused huff of air, a smirk falling over his face, as Zane explained himself. The way he spoke, explaining what he did here, gave off a vibe that Casper really enjoyed. And don't even get him started on how he felt when Zane explained he was getting the VIP experience. Whatever feeling made his heart skip a beat was something he wasn't quite ready to think about.

His nose crinkled slightly at the presentation of the cold pizza. It's not like Casper was the sort of person who came off a pretentious, but his rather fortunate position in life had ensured he didn't often have to eat cold pizza. He could always splurge for something hot and fresh. He knew he was going to have to be high to enjoy eating the pizza on the table.

He followed Zane's lead in sitting down and made his way towards a beanbag chair. He sat down, slightly stiffer than usual, as if he was concerned about intruding on this man's space. A concern that was not often given by Casper, but today since he kind of felt like shit, he was feeling overly conscious about this sort of thing.

His eyes widened a bit and he blinked slowly when Zane said he wasn't a nuisance. His eyes narrowed and he did a double take, wondering if he'd accidentally said something aloud he hadn't meant to. He was pretty sure he didn't. "Are you a fucking mind reader or something?" He muttered, some sincerity in his voice. It was wild that this man remarked on the exact thing he had been worried about. Normally, he'd be defensive and suspicious about this. But, in this moment he trusted that Zane simply understood him.

"Let's start with the cookies," he suggested, curling up his legs and getting more comfortable. "I hope they're laced gas station cookies. Maybe they'll kill me." He shrugged before grabbing the package and taking one. "And then, can we do this whole getting high thing? I think my brain is probably broken and could use a mind altering substance."
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Auriela Grace Hale
Constable Daughter/Wild Child
Location
Hale house
"They mean the world to me"
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urie let out a soft yelp as Roman playfully squeezed her sides, the unexpected touch sending a delightful shiver through her. For a fleeting moment, surprise danced in her eyes, but it quickly melted into a warm smile and a bubbling laugh. As their lips brushed against hers, a rush of warmth enveloped her, and her cheeks turned a bright shade of crimson, betraying the fluttering excitement in her chest.

In that moment, surrounded by the joyful chaos of their families, she struggled to gather her thoughts and articulate her feelings. With a playful twinkle in her eye, she looked up at Roman their partner, her heart swelling with affection.
[“Of course! It means the world to me to have both our families together,”
she exclaimed, her voice filled with genuine warmth. The very thought of their families merging for the holiday filled her with an indescribable joy.

As she gently wrapped her arms around their necks, savoring the intimacy of the moment, a sense of belonging washed over her.
[“We should head back to your family, Romi,”
she said softly, glancing toward the lively living room, where laughter and holiday cheer filled the air like the sweet scent of pine and cinnamon. Her heart felt full, an overwhelming warmth spreading through her as she anticipated the day ahead.

This Christmas was particularly special to her. She had always dreamed of celebrating the holidays with a larger group, not just with her father. Being surrounded by loved ones brought her immense joy, and she reveled in the connections that blossomed during this festive season. Aurie didn’t believe that good times had to be wild or chaotic; sometimes, the most meaningful moments came from simple gatherings filled with laughter and love. Christmas was one of those rare occasions that held a magic all its own.

With a reluctant smile, she slowly removed her arms from around Roman’s neck, feeling a bittersweet tug as she did so. Instead, she took their hands in hers, intertwining their fingers as if sealing their bond in that moment. Together, they stepped toward the living room, ready to join their families and embrace the warmth of the holiday spirit, feeling grateful for the love that surrounded them. The anticipation of celebrating Christmas together filled her with excitement, and she could hardly wait to create new memories with the people she cherished most.





 
TALISA SKY
Talisa felt the warmth of the room wash over her, but it didn’t quite settle into her chest the way it should. The laughter, the joy, the holiday spirit, it all felt a little distant, like she was watching it unfold from behind glass. She had always loved Christmas, loved the chaos of cooking a big meal and watching everyone laugh together, but today, it felt like too much.

As Lawson’s voice reached her from across the room, asking how the food was coming along, she hesitated for a moment before turning toward him. His smile was genuine, the kind that made her heart ache a little because, despite everything, she could see how much he truly wanted to make this day perfect.

The truth was, she wanted it to be perfect too. She wanted to feel that sense of peace and joy that seemed to be bubbling around her. But something inside her felt… off. It was the quietest thing, a shifting in her chest that wouldn’t go away, no matter how much she tried to ignore it. She looked up at him as he brushed his hand against hers, the touch so tender and comforting that it almost made her want to let the walls down.

"It’s getting there," she said, her voice betraying a hint of tension, despite her best efforts to sound calm. She smiled faintly, reaching for the pot of simmering gravy with a steady hand, but inside, her mind was racing, pinging between all the things she needed to do, all the things she had to make sure were just right.

His praise was soft, sincere, and it made her heart twist. She knew he meant it, but it only made her feel more isolated. “Thanks,” she murmured, barely looking up. “I just… want it to go smoothly, you know?”

It wasn’t about the food, not really. The food would be fine. But the people, the moments, she wanted everything to feel like it was supposed to. Like she was a puzzle piece fitting into their lives. She wanted Aurie to feel safe, wanted Ro to feel accepted, wanted Lawson to be proud of her. So much pressure, and yet, she knew it was all self-imposed.

As Lawson leaned against the counter, his eyes so full of love and concern, she finally met his gaze. For a second, she wondered how much he truly saw. Did he know how hard it was for her to just be in these moments? “I’m just… trying to make sure it’s everything everyone wants,” she said softly, her voice catching slightly. “I don’t want to mess this up.”

She could hear the laughter of the others in the other room; Aurie and Ro, their voices filled with easy camaraderie, and for a brief moment, it made her feel even more out of place. Why can’t I just relax? she wondered. Why can’t I just be in the moment?

But Lawson, as always, was there, grounding her. He didn’t push, didn’t ask her to be something she wasn’t ready to be. Instead, his gentle reassurance filled the space between them. He always seemed to know when to pull her in, when to let her stay on the edges, just watching. She closed her eyes for a moment, trying to breathe, to reset. It would all be okay. It had to be.

“You’re right,” she finally said, forcing a more genuine smile, the tension in her shoulders easing just a fraction. "It does smell amazing, doesn’t it?" She glanced toward the stove, where the food was coming together in perfect harmony, as though it was the one thing in this whole gathering that could match the energy Lawson had brought to the day.

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CALLA CARLTON
Calla felt an odd flutter in her chest as Finn’s gaze lingered on her, that smirk still playing on his lips. There was something about the way he looked at her, like he was studying her, teasing her with every word, and, damn it, she liked it. She didn’t know why it made her feel all… off balance, but she definitely wasn’t immune to his attention. She wasn’t used to it, and for some reason, it made her feel a little lighter, a little… warmer.

But still, his attention felt like it was too much at times—too heavy, too focused. When he kept repeating “Calla from Spain”, she couldn’t help but feel a little confused. She didn’t know what he was trying to do with it, but it was something.

“Why you keep saying that?” she asked, her voice softer than she meant it to be. She was trying to sound casual, like she didn’t care, but it came out a little… off. “Spain where I’m from. Nothing special, really,” she added quickly, though she wasn’t sure why she felt the need to downplay it. She didn’t want him to think she cared about it, about him pointing it out so much.

But the way his eyes sparkled when he said her name, her full name, with the Spain bit tacked on, made something inside her warm up in spite of herself. She wasn’t sure why it made her feel like that. She hated it. She caught the way his eyes flicked over her as if he was waiting for her to react, but she wasn’t sure what reaction he wanted. Did he want her to get annoyed? Did he want to see her blush?

She tried not to, but it was hard to ignore how he seemed to get a kick out of it. Maybe she didn’t mind so much. She swallowed, trying to ignore the little flutter that had started in her chest. “Just Calla,” she stated firmly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, though she didn’t meet his gaze. Just Calla. She had said it more to herself than to him, but she couldn’t deny there was a small part of her that liked the sound of Calla from Spain coming out of his mouth, even if she couldn’t admit it.

Her heart skipped a little as she tried to shift the focus. “So... we walk now, or...?” Her voice trailed off, and she looked at him, trying to act like she wasn’t so affected by the way he was looking at her, by the way his flirting seemed to wrap around her like a comfortable blanket she wasn’t quite ready to shed. It wasn’t that she didn’t like it. She liked it a little too much. But she wasn’t about to make it easy for him.

The truth was, she’d come to Canada for a reason, something deeper, something a little more personal than just a casual trip. She had left Spain, left everything familiar behind, to find her birth father and despite the flirtation between Calla and Finn, her mind never forgot that fact.

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Hades Hawthorne
Astrologist
Location
Hades Apartment
"God She is something else"
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H
ades found himself captivated by her lips as she animatedly spoke, but he couldn’t ignore the subtle tension in her eyes. It was a tension that hinted at unspoken worries and fears, and he felt an instinctive urge to alleviate them. As he pulled her close into his embrace, feeling the warmth of her body against his, he pressed a soft kiss to the back of her head, cherishing the intimacy of the moment.

A chuckle escaped him, a bittersweet acknowledgment of his growing feelings. This was no longer just a casual fling; he was acting like a boyfriend, not merely a friend with benefits. A part of him reveled in the closeness, while another part wrestled with the implications of his emotions. He wanted to protect her, to shield her from whatever was bothering her, and to make this day special. After all, she had never truly experienced the joys of Christmas, and he wanted to change that for her.

"Hey, I know this is all new to you,"
he said softly, his voice a soothing balm.
"But it’s going to be fun. If the sky plays nice, we might even get to gaze at the stars tonight."
He wanted to create memories, to help her feel safe and cherished, hoping that she would let her guard down just a little more with each passing moment.

He caught her gaze and offered a playful side smile, trying to lighten the mood.
"It'll be adorable to see you decorating a tree,"
he teased, lifting her chin gently to meet his eyes. He noticed the way her expression shifted, the slightest hint of a smile emerging, and it warmed his heart.
"What else is on your mind?"
he asked, leaning in to plant soft kisses across her lips, hoping to coax her worries away.

As he kissed her, he felt the weight of his own feelings intensifying. The more time they spent together, the deeper his connection to her grew. He wanted to be the one who made her feel special, to show her the beauty of the season, and to create a Christmas filled with laughter, joy, and perhaps a touch of magic. With each kiss, he silently vowed to be the one who would remind her what it felt like to be loved, even if the boundaries of their relationship were still undefined.





 
Isabelle Rose Everhart
Author
Location
Jupiter's Bed
"Ugh... why so loud?"
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elle sighed in defeat, letting the wet clothes slip from her fingers and fall to the floor as she sank down against the wall, sliding until she was sitting on the ground. As he continued to try the door, frustration evident in his movements, she looked up at him, her eyes shimmering with a mix of irritation and amusement.
"Sorry,"
she murmured softly,
"yes, please."


Stuck in the confines of his hotel room, a sense of absurdity washed over her. It felt increasingly claustrophobic as they faced yet another bout of chaotic circumstances. Her mind drifted back to earlier that day when she had felt the warmth of an arm around her, momentarily mistaking it for Wren’s embrace. Now, here they were, trapped, and the memory brought a bittersweet smile to her lips.

With a gentle thump, she leaned her head against the wall, letting out a soft laugh that bubbled up unexpectedly.
"It's kind of funny,"
she said, the irony of their situation hitting her squarely.
"You and I have the worst luck in the world when we’re together."


She thought back to their previous escapades: the time at the zoo when a worker had grabbed her unexpectedly, and he had to chase after them, frantically trying to intervene. Or that evening when she accidentally spat her wine all over him during a fit of laughter, leaving him drenched and utterly bewildered. And who could forget the time they both reached down to pick up the same fork, their heads colliding in the process? She had paused, stunned for a moment before bursting into uncontrollable laughter at the sheer absurdity of it all. The list went on, each encounter filled with delightful chaos that seemed to follow them like a shadow.

As the laughter escaped her, she felt the tension begin to dissipate. The irony of their misadventures had a strange way of bringing them closer, forging a bond through shared chaos that felt uniquely theirs. She couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought; perhaps it was the universe’s way of ensuring they would never forget each other.

“Honestly,”
she continued, her laughter subsiding into a warm smile,
“we should probably consider ourselves lucky that we even made it this far without something going horribly wrong.”
Her gaze met his, and in that moment, the frustration of being stuck in the hotel room faded away, replaced by a shared understanding that their connection was anything but ordinary. Amidst the chaos, there was a spark of something deeper, something that felt like an adventure waiting to unfold.





 
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ELLIOT BROOKS
Elliot’s face flushed a deeper shade of crimson as Hector’s teasing eyes bore into him. Every time the man’s smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, it felt like he was on the edge of a cliff, ready to fall headfirst into the ocean of embarrassment that always seemed to follow. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, trying and failing to steady the tray in his hands, which Hector made look so easy to hold with just a single finger. The fact that Hector wasn’t breaking eye contact just made the whole situation that much more intense. Elliot could feel his heart thumping in his chest, a fluttering mess of nerves and… something else. "I—uh," Elliot stammered, trying to come up with something to say, but his mind was a muddled fog. "It’s, uh, fine… no big deal."

When Hector’s voice lowered and his tone shifted to something more... dangerous, Elliot felt like he might short-circuit entirely. The man had this way of speaking that wrapped around him like silk, smooth and unhurried, and it made it impossible to focus on anything else. It was the kind of tone that made him wonder whether Hector knew exactly what he was doing to him. ‘And, oh god, did he know?’

“Perhaps neither of us were really paying much attention," Hector purred, and Elliot couldn’t help but feel like he was being caught in some kind of trap, even if it was a very well-dressed one, “Y-yeah... I, uh, didn’t mean to—" Elliot cut himself off, feeling like he was spiraling into an even more awkward mess.

Hector just smiled, that smooth, dangerous smile that made Elliot feel like the room had suddenly gotten a lot smaller, even though there was plenty of space between them. The whole exchange felt deliberate, and it made Elliot’s stomach twist in a way he couldn’t quite name. When Hector laughed at his rambling, Elliot tried to hold on to some semblance of composure, but it was hard when Hector was so effortlessly confident. “Well, I guess you do have an eye for good accessories, that’s for sure…” Elliot trailed off, his voice trailing lower as he fidgeted with the hem of his apron. He couldn’t help but glance at the bags dangling off Hector’s arms again. How could one man make shopping look so good?

But when Hector paused, his teasing gaze softening, Elliot felt something shift. There was an almost imperceptible change in the air, a quieter moment between them. The shift made Elliot freeze for a fraction of a second, sensing that Hector was looking at him with more depth than before.

It made Elliot’s stomach knot again. His exhaustion was beginning to show, and he hadn’t even realized it. Hector's comment about how run-down he looked made him feel a little too exposed, even though the man didn’t seem to be judging him. He glanced away for a moment, trying to gather himself, but Hector was still watching him.

The teasing tone in Hector’s voice, paired with that wink, made the breath catch in Elliot’s throat. He was definitely not prepared for that. He hesitated, his mind short-circuiting as his gaze flicked back to Hector. Hector’s face held that knowing look, like he was enjoying the power he had over Elliot’s flustered reaction.

"You want a drink? I can—" Elliot cleared his throat, his voice cracking for a moment, “I can get you a coffee or something. You want one?” He asked quickly, trying to regain a little bit of control, but he couldn’t help the hint of panic that slipped into his words. The last thing he wanted was for Hector to think he was running away. He shook his head lightly, muttering under his breath to himself, “I really need to get it together.”

But as he looked back at Hector, the man’s steady gaze made him stop in his tracks again. There was that pull again. That attraction. That something that made Elliot feel like he didn’t quite belong here, in the ordinary world of serving coffee and working late shifts. For a moment, he felt like he was standing on the edge of something… much bigger than just this coffee shop, “I—uh, I’ll be right back,” he muttered, turning around to hurry off but still aware of Hector’s eyes watching him, like a quiet force he wasn’t sure how to handle.

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POV - Héctor Castillo
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Héctor watched as Elliot's face became redder and redder, the more he continued to tease the tired worker. This time he did his best to hold back a chuckle, not wanting to cause the poor thing anymore embarrassment in case he actually broke. It was honestly endearing how much Elliot fumbled in the presence of Héctor. It wasn't the first time it happened, since Héctor has met and interacted with plenty of fans before. Though there was something different about his interactions with Elliot. Something about his shyness that felt more...genuine to Héctor. Hence why he loved to tease him the most.

Héctor continued to stand there with his hands on his hips while still giving Elliot a smile. "Yes. Tengo mucho sed, I am feeling quite parched after my little trip to the store." Héctor smirked while still speaking in that smooth tone of his. "Anything will do, cariño. You should know what I like now with how often I come here. Just surprise me." Héctor slunk towards Elliot a little bit, not getting too close but just closing the space between the two of them a little bit. He did like to make him flustered, but not exactly for the service he gotten. He hoped that Elliot didn't think that either.

He watched the worker turn and flee back to the kitchen to get him his drink. Héctor couldn't help but chuckle at that then. He wouldn't admit it out loud, but Elliot was actually so adorable to him. His timidness actually caused a bit of a flutter in his chest, and his teasing look softened for a moment into one of genuine endearment. But Héctor quickly caught himself before shaking it off. Can't lose his demeanor now.

Héctor then moved to one of the tables before having a seat, letting out a sigh of relief as he finally set down his shopping bags. He let himself relax whilst waiting for Elliot to return with a drink for him. Now it felt like they were going back to the usual. Héctor sitting alone there, waiting for the shy boy to bring him his order. Though Héctor was determined to change things for today. He was determined to get Elliot to actually talk with him. After all, he was curious about him. He knew that there was more to the guy's life than simple customer service. And he was certain that Elliot was interested in learning about him too. And perhaps interested in more than that.

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T’KAYA STONEWATER
T’kaya grinned widely as Brandon echoed her suggestion, her eyes lighting up with mischief. She reached out, her hand firm but warm as she shook his with a confident smile. “T’kaya,” she introduced herself, her voice steady but full of energy. “And you are...?”

As he responded, she noticed the slight hesitation in his eyes, as if still pondering whether he should go along with her spontaneous plans or not. A small part of her loved the uncertainty, people like Brandon were ripe for the kind of adventure she thrived on. With a wink, she leaned in and gave his arm a playful tug, her words like music.

“Well then, Brandon,” she said, practically dragging him toward the door of the lodge, “let’s fix that coffee situation first since the coffee here is—” she paused dramatically, “—a crime against taste buds, but trust me, a proper cup of joe is well worth the walk.”

As they exited the lodge, she couldn’t help but laugh at the puzzled expression on his face. "Don’t worry. I promise you’re going to survive the walk to town." Her grip tightened just enough to keep him moving, a guiding force that wouldn’t let him back out now, not when she could already sense he was beginning to warm up to the idea of spending a little more time with her.

The town wasn’t far, but the snow crunched beneath their boots as they moved through the frosty air, the promise of better coffee now hanging between them like an unspoken challenge. She glanced over at him as they walked, noticing the way his gaze softened, like he was reconsidering her snowball fight suggestion. She had seen it before, the hesitation of someone who thought they were too old or too serious for a little fun. But she knew better.

“Coffee first," she agreed with a smirk, "then we’ll see if I can change your mind about sledding, Mr. ‘I’m too old for this.’ I think we both know I can convince you.” Her tone wasn’t a question, just an assumption, as if it was already a done deal. When they arrived at the coffee shop, the familiar warmth and rich aroma instantly made her smile wider. T’kaya turned to Brandon, her eyes sparkling with the anticipation of a new adventure.

"One cup of perfection coming right up," she said, motioning to the barista. She leaned in close to Brandon, lowering her voice with a teasing lilt. "And just so you know, after this... I expect that sledding challenge." T’kaya couldn't help but feel a thrill at the idea of bringing a little chaos into his world.

T’kaya chuckled to herself, she knew the drill, people like him, the ones who preferred structure over spontaneity, usually needed a little nudge to break free. She nudged his side playfully with her elbow, her voice light and teasing. "Hey, even if you’re not ready for the snowball fight or the sledding challenge, don’t worry. I have plenty more ideas to make you regret not giving in." She paused dramatically, looking at him with a mischievous grin. "How about a snowshoe hike to nowhere? A scavenger hunt around town? Or, oh! I could teach you how to make snow angels like a pro."

She gave him a wink, clearly enjoying watching him squirm, even if he wasn’t exactly running for cover yet. "Whatever we do, I promise you’ll have fun. But the real question is... when do we get to the good stuff?" she teased. With a quick wave to the barista who had just handed over their drinks, she led Brandon to a cozy table near the window, where snowflakes were drifting down outside, making the world seem quieter, more peaceful. She slid into the chair opposite him, taking a long sip of her coffee and letting out an exaggerated, content sigh.

Looking over at him, her eyes lingered for a moment, he was handsome, no question. The rugged edge of his features, the way his smile had softened when he’d looked at her earlier, the way he carried himself with an ease that spoke of someone who was, despite his initial hesitation, ready to enjoy life’s little adventures. She couldn’t help but ask, her curiosity piqued. “So, tell me, Brandon, what’s the most spontaneous thing you’ve ever done? I feel like there's got to be something wild hidden behind that serious face of yours.” Her gaze lingered for a moment longer, a hint of challenge in her tone, as though daring him to surprise her. She was curious to see just how much he’d let her in.

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Kennedy Redfern
Auto Shop Co-Owner
Location
Penthouse Party
"He's kind of cute"
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K
ennedy Kennedy squirmed with delight at his kisses, a warm blush spreading across her cheeks as she watched him turn to leave. Her laughter echoed softly in the air as she called out,
"You do realize we have most of the stuff we need in the store downstairs, right?"
She rolled her eyes playfully, the weight of the holiday season lifting just a bit as she headed into the kitchen to check what supplies they actually had on hand.

As she rubbed her temples, the worries of Christmas—the endless list of to-dos, the pressure to create the perfect holiday—began to wash away in his presence. It was almost magical how he could make everything feel lighter, as if the burdens of the season were nothing more than fleeting clouds drifting away.
"We just need to grab the eggs, milk, and flour from down there..."
she murmured to herself, focusing on the task at hand.

While rummaging through the shelves, a glimmer of excitement caught her eye.
"Ah!"
she exclaimed joyfully, her heart racing as she discovered her secret weapon for their holiday baking adventures. With newfound energy, she dashed back to the bathroom door, leaning against the frame with a bright smile.

Looking at him softly, she teased,
"Look at you! You no longer look like Mr. Grumpy Pants."
The playful banter flowed easily between them, and she couldn’t resist sticking her tongue out at him, feeling the warmth of their connection and the joy of the season wrapping around her like a cozy blanket. In that moment, all her worries faded, leaving just the two of them and the promise of a wonderful Christmas together.




 
Emara Linchette-Morris
Therapist
Location
Emara House/Office
"Hello Old home"
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E
mara Emara stood frozen, her heart racing as she watched him step into her home, an unexpected presence that sent her mind spiraling into chaos.
"How did he find me? How did he know where I lived?
" Those thoughts ricocheted through her mind, leaving her momentarily speechless. She blinked a few times, trying to process the reality before her.

"I mentioned in our last session that I had received a new job offer,"
she finally managed to say, her voice steadier than she felt. Taking a deep breath, she continued,
"Forrest, I gave you the same notice I provided to all my other patients."
The words felt heavy on her tongue, and she bit her lip, wrestling with the nagging urge to soften her stance. No, Emara, you can't get involved with a younger man again, especially not in this town where everyone knows your history.

"Forrest,"
she said quietly, her voice barely above a whisper, as the door clicked shut behind him. The sound seemed to echo in the silence of the room, amplifying the tension between them.
"You were a patient; I can’t allow it to be anything more."
The weight of her words hung in the air, and she felt a pang of regret as she watched his expression shift. The hurt in his eyes was unmistakable, and she knew her rejection would sting. It pained her to see him like this, vulnerable and exposed.

Forrest rubbed the back of his neck, a gesture that spoke volumes about his discomfort. She motioned toward the couch, reluctant but aware of the need for clarity.
"Since you’re here, you might as well come in,"
she said, her tone softening slightly.
"I suppose I owe you an explanation for returning to this God-forsaken town."
The disdain in her voice was palpable, as if she were speaking of a place that was more a burden than a home. Her past loomed large in this town, and every corner held memories she wished to forget.

As he settled onto the couch, she could feel the weight of unspoken words between them. Emara took a moment to collect herself, grappling with her own emotions. She had always prided herself on maintaining professional boundaries, but here he was, challenging that resolve. The air was thick with tension, and she knew that whatever came next would change everything.



 
ZANE BENNETT
Zane stretched out on the couch, propping one arm up casually behind his head, making a show of eyeing Casper. The way he was sitting all stiff and careful, like he was about to break something, made Zane grin wider. He liked that Casper was trying to play it cool, but he could see through it, hell, he was all about the relaxed vibe, and he was more than happy to help get Casper there.

Zane only sat up for a moment to take a quick hit from the bong then pass it over to Casper, grinning like a devil who knew exactly what he was doing. “You gotta hit this. It'll put your mind on the right track. Trust me.” He sat back, stretching out as casually as he could, letting his body relax like he was an expert at it.

He gave a sly grin, then a playful roll of his eyes as he motioned to the cold pizza. “Alright, alright, I get it. Cold pizza’s not exactly the five-star dining experience. But you’re gonna see, once we get a few hits in, it’s gonna feel like we’re eating the finest, freshest, most exclusive pizza in the world. You just gotta trust the process.” Zane cracked open the cookie bag and pulled one out, holding it up between two fingers. “But first... let’s take these babies for a spin. These cookies are straight-up magical. They might not kill you, but they’ll make you wish you were high enough to forget your own name."

Zane popped one in his mouth, and his eyes twinkled as he chewed with exaggerated satisfaction. “Mmm. God, these cookies are good.” He leaned in a little, voice dropping an octave as he held the cookie out toward Casper. “You gotta try one. Trust me, you’ll thank me later. Or… maybe I’ll just thank you for eating them with me.” He grinned again, eyes darting over to meet Casper’s, letting the look linger just a little longer than normal, letting it hang in the air between them.

Then, without missing a beat, he grabbed the bong again, pulling it closer. “Alright, enough of the cookies. Time to do some real work.” He took another hit, passing it back to Casper with a slow, almost teasing smile. “There you go, man. Take your time. We’ve got all night.”

The air between them felt charged now, not in an uncomfortable way, but like the kind of energy you felt when you were getting lost in a moment with someone who knew how to make you feel like you belonged. Zane kicked his feet up and sprawled out, arms stretched wide, turning his head slightly so he could look at Casper, offering that same playful smile that seemed to never quite fade.

“You know,” Zane said after a beat, voice light but carrying a hint of something more, “If you’re gonna hang out here, I’m gonna need you to do it right. No weird, stiff-body language, alright? Unless well… Anyway, ou’re cool here. You’re not just the guest. You’re a co-pilot in this little adventure. So… smoke as much as you want, eat all the food, and let’s see what happens next.”

Zane smiled over at his new bestie, “You’re safe with me, Casper. Promise.” He said, flashing a grin that was all kinds of devilish. “And I’m really good at making sure people feel safe.”

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