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» A textbook self-destructive spiral, @rose bradley @vincent albright
PHINEAS BENNETT
 Posted: Jan 21 2017, 01:41 PM
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Phin wasn’t sure how it came to this. How his life had become so twisted and antithetical to everything he believed in. He wasn’t a thief. He wasn’t a liar. He was a police officer and a damn good one. Unfortunately, this damn good police officer was fixing to steal another fix. He was there when the Vertigo had been confiscated, he knew where it was, how much was there, and he was almost positive he could take a few pills without anyone being any the wiser. But why? Why the fuck did he want to do this?

He was an addict, simple as that.

It’d started out beyond his control--spells of unconsciousness brought on by a needle in his neck--but Vertigo is a tough mistress. He didn’t want the punishment or the pain, the confusion and disorientation, but here he was practically begging for it. It let him dream again, but one silver lining does not a positive habit make. After the needles it was convenient packages left for him by an unknown benefactor. It was obviously a power play. Get him addicted by force, then slowly take away the reigns. Make him the driver of his own destruction bit by bit until here he was, stealing from the precinct just to get rid of the shakes.

If only seeing the play was enough to stop it, to say no.

Then he wouldn’t be in this fucking mess. He wouldn’t be smiling politely at the evidence lock-up officer, requesting entrance to “verify the seizure” after a “paperwork mix-up”. He wouldn’t be shorting out the lock-up camera with a handy power-surge...and he definitely wouldn’t be pocketing four of the dozen or so deep green pills. It was so easy. Too easy. Why wasn’t everyone doing this?

Because they aren’t dirty like you, Bennett.

Another smile and a few jokes, and he’s out of there; up the stairs instead of the elevator. It’d be smart to just leave. To take the drugs and go, but...that’d look suspicious wouldn’t it? What if he were to get caught leaving the department with the pills...somehow? Could someone like Vince smell them? Fuck. Fuck it. Why not just take them here you sleazebag, you’ve already stolen and lied and committed more than one felony. Why not?

“Fuck it.” Phineas’s voice was as shaky as his hands, the pills fumbled in his cold clammy grip. He felt like shit, complete shit, and he still would after this. It was hopeless, a god damn loop of self-destruction...and to think he came back from the grave just for this shit. With a strangled laugh, the officer leaned back against the stairwell wall, shadowed from the cameras, and popped all four of the pills in his mouth two at a time to dry swallow his way to more misery.
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ROSE BRADLEY
 Posted: Jan 22 2017, 09:51 PM
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There were a lot of things that Rose, as an elemental, was able to sense that very few other beings would ever find themselves in the presence of, but the blonde didn't have to be anywhere near supernatural to be able to feel that something had changed in her relationship with Phin. It wasn't a change that the rest of the world was capable of seeing; things between them had shifted only a fraction of a degree in another direction and yet there were nights when Rose found herself feeling as though the shift had been the size of a continent.

When Rose had been pulled back into the land of the living, there hadn't been much of anything she had had for herself in the form of expectations; the world had left her behind and had gone and changed in so many ways in those few short years that she had been dead for. The only thing she had found herself wanting was to make a connection to someone, something, anything. She didn't want to feel dead for the rest of her life; that, she thought, was perhaps worse than actually being dead.

No unrealistic expectations came with longing for that connection; Rose had known in both lifetimes that connections could become strained, fragile, frayed... Connections could break just as easily as they could form. There were very real possibilities that things between she and the sister she never knew she had would result in the two failing to get along enough to embrace sisterhood for the lengths of their lives. There were also very real possibilities that the first romantic relationship she had committed herself to in this new lifetime wouldn't work out for the best, as so few did in this day and age.

He lived with her now as his landlord was one of the most stubborn people that Rose had ever cared to try and reason with, and that was why she was able to pick up on those little frequencies of difference; the nights that he spent working late with little detail on what he was actually working on. The days where he seemed to be more distracted than interested in anything that was going on around him; even his temperament had changed. Not enough for Rose's family or Phin's co-workers to notice, but she could feel just how off he was. Like something foreign had thrust itself into the place in her life where he belonged.

It hadn't been something that Rose had ever really brought up in much detail before. Not to her sister, not to their mutual friends and most certainly not to Phin; she hated confrontation and the last thing she wanted was to offend the man she loved by assuming he had been keeping something from her - however large or small. She had questions, of course. The nights she fell asleep while he worked late were always followed by mornings where she woke to him going about his morning routines. Questions would follow about where he had been, what he had been working on, what time he had gotten home, why he hadn't woken her to let her know he had gotten in safe... nothing ever went beyond that, though.

Work was a nice distraction; Phin seemed to be happy there. He still conversed and joked with his co-workers and things felt genuine and normal, at least more than they did during those nights when she fell asleep while he worked late.

The blonde used her hip to nudge the door to the stairwell open with her hands full of files that had been requested; Rose wasn't a big fan of small or closed-in spaces after everything she had been through. Being murdered in a cramped dorm room had definitely taken its roll on her which was why she had never so much as stepped foot in the building's elevator. It wasn't something she ever minded nor was it ever something she explained to anyone who wondered why she always took the stairs; she had no problem feeding anyone who asked a simple white lie: it was her daily cardio.

A male's quiet voice caught Rose's attention a floor or two down as she used her foot to push the door closed behind her. It wasn't too often anyone else opted for the staircase unless they were hoping to slink off to partake in a private conversation with another co-worker, but even that was fairly rare. They had more than enough interrogation rooms or offices for that.

The blonde worked her way down one floor's worth of stairs in time for Phin to come into view; his hand popping what looked to be pills into his mouth. He swallowed and his hand was popping another round into his mouth. While she wanted to chalk it down to being nothing more than Advil, Rose had absolutely no idea if Advil even affected wraiths - like Phin - the way it would a human. Both the desperation and the satisfaction she could feel radiating from him negated that attempt to explain the situation.

It was the same sense of desperation and satisfaction any addict gave off; an inexplicable need followed by a hunger being fed, if only for a short time. She had picked up on those feelings before - she had felt that something had been off - but this was the first time that Rose could name the feelings that she had been sensing, bringing every loose end to the bigger picture together.

Time was no longer something she paid much mind to; she had no idea how long she stood there in silence, struggling between wanting to turn around and walk away like she hadn't just walked in on this, and wanting to confront him. She was hurt, how could she not be? It was impossible to not feel as though this had been a direct betrayal even though addictions ran deeper than that. It was impossible not to feel angry that she had been right and hadn't pursued those feelings until she made him tell her what the hell had been going on; she was angry that he hadn't told her to begin with.

She was angry that she felt - in that moment - as though she didn't know a single thing about the person she had given herself to. She had a lot of walls up - that much had never been a secret - and in that moment, she felt justified in building them right back up.

"What did you take." There was no hint of a question in her voice; it was more a demand to finally be told the truth than anything else. There was too much anger in her voice for her to bother beating around the bush and acting as if he weren't risking his entire career by slinking away to down whatever it was he had been keeping in his system behind her back.

Her hands dropped the files she had been holding (rather intentionally) at his feet; the files colliding with the cold floor echoing up and down the otherwise deserted staircase. Perhaps angry was too loose a term for what she was feeling. Irate, perhaps. Livid, even... Emotions no elemental ever felt comfortable possessing in fear their learned coping mechanisms would fail; too much negative energy could become dangerous just as easily as a loaded weapon.

Her hands made quick work of thrusting themselves into any pocket of his that she could find. His jeans - both his side pockets and back pockets - and the pockets of his jacket. The blonde's hands even withdrawing his wallet to flip through it was quickly as she could; blue eyes scanning for any pills he might still have on his body before his wallet, too, was on the floor at her feet as if she lost every care she could have for any of his personal belongings; the safety and preservation of his wallet was the last damn thing on her mind.

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PHINEAS BENNETT
 Posted: Jan 30 2017, 08:36 PM
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There was very little about Vertigo that actually felt good. Most drugs had their perks. Energy, confidence, drive, euphoria, the list went on and on. It was, generally speaking, what got people to buy or try that initial hit. Vertigo, though, Vertigo was a veritable shit-show no matter which way you spun it. It hurt. It made you feel sick and confused. It could fucking kill you at a drop of a hat. The only gain was a bit of motivation...but when mixed with everything else the drug brought down on you, it really, really wasn’t worth it.

Really.

And Phin had just popped twice the “regular dose” which really could be a quadruple hit if these capsules were particularly strong. He was in for a world of hurt, no doubt about it, even if it did take awhile longer to reach its peak than a shot to the bloodstream. How would he even get through the rest of the work day? It’d be immediately obvious that he was fucked up once the drugs really hit; he should leave. He should leave right now before he became obviously impaired. It was the only way to not get caught and risk losing literally everything he had worked for since he was in high school. As he pushed away from the wall to do just very that, Rose practically thundered down the stairs. She radiated rage and fear and sadness like it was going out of style.

Shit.

Rose! I...uh.” The officer winced, his eyes snapping down to the ground to avoid her gaze. Idle hands rubbed clammy sweat from his palms as his brain tried and most likely failed to get its shit together fast enough to get him out of this mess. “Caffeine pills would be a stupid answer wouldn’t it?” Of course it would. You don’t sleep, genius. “This really isn’t what it looks like, Rose.” Phin swallowed thickly, the world was already started to spin and twist like the universe absolute worst carnival ride.

As her folders dropped, he started to drop to grab them, only to be stopped by her hands searching for something she’d never find. All the evidence was on the way to his stomach as they spoke, already starting to break down and make its way into his bloodstream. She was livid but even livid didn’t seem to be a strong enough word. He could feel the fury pouring off of her, and under any other circumstance—if it were directed at anyone or anything else—he could have reveled in it. Fed off it. As it was, any energy he could pull from Rose’s rage was more than likely doomed to exacerbate Vertigo’s effects. What better way to enjoy disorientation than to do so why hyped up on ill gotten energy?

He watched his wallet get thrown to the ground as if through a tunnel. His eyes were surely glazing over by this point with as clouded as his thoughts were becoming. It was hard to even...to even something. To what? He needed to do something. “Rose...I...why are you mad?” The wraiths shaking fingers brushed what he thought was her shoulder, “What’s going on?” He should figure out what was wrong with her because something was clearly wrong right? And something was wrong with him. There had to be something wrong with him. He felt sick; he didn’t always feel like this did he? So dead inside. He was dead inside and outside and how was he still standing?

Phineas’s legs crumpled and he dropped like a lead weight.

So much for getting out before it was too late.
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ROSE BRADLEY
 Posted: Jan 30 2017, 10:41 PM
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It was hard to hide emotions from someone - like Phin - who was able to feel any emotion that passed through Rose. Sometimes it was beneficial to their relationship; he could feel her excitement, her happiness, her pleasure... Granted, Rose could get quite bashful when she knew he was picking up on more personal things like the lust she felt over the little things: the way he half-smiled sometimes in the middle of a conversation, for example... Those little turn-ons that were so easy to keep hidden were always written in neon for him.

It was bittersweet that he could also pick up when she was upset, though that was an extremely rare occurrence as Rose prided herself on being level headed and never taking offence to things that weren't meant to be taken seriously. In truth, this was the second time that he had ever felt this much anger radiating off her; the first being when he had needed a boost after he had collapsed in an alley. This was the first time it had ever been directed at him, however.

She wasn't certain if his little comment about caffeine pills was an attempt at a joke or if he was truly scrambling to come up with a believable excuse, but Rose wasn't amused by it either way. She knew all too well that wraith's like Phin didn't typically need sleep, so staying awake wasn't something they ever really found themselves struggling with. Maybe if he had thought of something - anything - else, she would have found herself believing him just like she always seemed to.

The next words out of his mouth, that the situation wasn't what it looked like, had her wincing. Not from physical pain, but rather from the cliche that that very phrase centered around. The phrase significant others offered when they were caught in compromising positions; a stall that might allow them to think up an excuse that even the most naive would likely fall for.

Her hands shook. She clenched them into small fists for half a second in an attempt to stop them. To stop the anger that was rushing through her veins before it consumed her and she ended up blowing every light out of the damn building. Already she could feel the vibrations of the hums of electricity rushing through each bulb; that usually meany she was somewhere close to a surge and something like that in public was frowned upon. Mainly by Marcel Gerard.

It was hard to focus on something that wasn't making her angry, but Phin's next words - his questioning why she was mad - followed by his shaking fingers brushing her shoulder had her feeling something else. Something that numbed the anger just enough for another emotion to beat its way to the surface. One that stopped the slight ringing in her ears; one that didn't have her skin tingling with electricity that her body was craving to drain from every available source.

She felt hurt.

"Because I trusted you." And he had betrayed her. "Because you're a liar." The few stray tears that fell didn't roll slowly down her cheek. They dropped just as quickly as the files in her hands had when she had first seen her boyfriend downing whatever it was he had been concealing from her for God only knew how long. Had this been something he had been keeping from her from the start and she had just been too stupid and too naive to notice?

The blonde shook her head gently as she stepped back and away from his touch. Her fingers brushing those few stray tears away until there was no longer so much as a trace they had existed. Her eyes still watered, but Rose let out a soft exhale that proved she was trying to keep herself as composed as she could manage.

It was obvious he was confused; whatever he had taken was starting to kick in and was taking as much rationality from him as it could. She wanted to call Sera down here, but she hesitated. Sera had been the one Rose had called when the motel owner had thrown punches at Phin when he had first rescued her from that living arrangement. Sera had been the one she had called when she had found Phin collapsed in an alleyway - she wondered if that day had been as drug-filled as this one was turning out to be... If it had been? If he had been using? Sera had already been exposed to something that could hurt her and her own career in the long-run. Rose wouldn't risk her sister like that again now that she knew what she did.

As his legs gave out, Rose found herself glancing up the staircase, hoping no one could hear the commotion happening in the stairwell. She had no idea what the usual effects of the drugs were that he seemed to be taking; truth be told, she didn't want to know and yet here she was, having to deal with this head-on. She could walk away and leave him to deal with this all on his own, that's what any rational person would have done, but Rose knew she wouldn't be able to live with herself if she became that person. The person who shut off her emotions so she didn't have to care.

Kneeling down slowly next to the man she had been sharing her home with for the last few months, Rose placed a hand on his forehead, testing the temperature of his skin. He was usually cold - colder than her own skin was - so at least she had something to go on.

"I need to know what you took. Before someone else comes down here and sees you like this; you'll lose your job. Your promotion. Everything."

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PHINEAS BENNETT
 Posted: Jan 31 2017, 08:52 AM
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From his place on the ground, Bennett could see that Rose was crying, could feel her sadness and betrayal. He knew it was his fault...even if it was getting increasingly hard to understand why. His heart was beating wildly in his chest, thundering in his ears even as she knelt down beside him. Was it always like this? He honestly couldn’t remember. He never remembered, not really. God...how could he have let this happen.

Any of this.

Phineas was slumped against the wall now, his skin pallid and his temperature fluctuating wildly as he tried to focus. It was important to focus...on...on Rose! On Rose. Rose was important. So important. But fuck did his head hurt. It felt like someone was driving an ice-pick into his skull. Not that he knew what that felt like, not really, noooooo. He’d never died that way. Not yet. Maybe someday. What was he supposed to be thinking about.



Rose! Rose was talking to him

You’re so pretty.” The officer slurred, his eyes wide and unfocused, “Why’re you so upset? Pretty face like that shouldn’t have to be.” Bennett let out a shaky breath, one of his hands fumbling for his girlfriend again as the world spun. His head hurt...his chest, his chest hurt. He might have mumbled as much or it might have been in his head. It was getting harder and harder to tell what he was actually doing and what he was just thinking about doing.

He just wanted to sleep. Could he sleep?

Maybe if he just closed his eyes for awhile...

The whispering was back in his head; the voices he couldn't place. The darkness that seemed to be trying to pull him under, to hold him down. A feeling of suffocation wrapped in blistering cold. It was like being submerged in viscous goo and trying to swim to a surface that you could never breach. He'd felt like this before. He knew he had, but what did it mean?

Was he dying? ...again?

This didn't hurt as much as the first time. The first time was worse—literal suffocation and waves of pain—this though, this was blankness. The absence of everything. Like limbo. A dark, cloying limbo. Maybe this was hell...maybe he was already dead. Could someone like him even go to heaven? Assuming heaven existed that is; he'd been raised religious like any good Southern boy, but it was hard to believe in anything when you didn't even understand what you were.

What happened when a Wraith died?
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ROSE BRADLEY
 Posted: Jan 31 2017, 08:12 PM
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It was easy enough for Rose to see (and feel) for herself that Phin wasn't in the best of states, but without knowing what he had taken and how much of it he had consumed, she had little way of knowing the best way to help him.

The logical step would be to call 911 regardless; without knowing what substance he had taken and whether or not he was in danger of overdosing or enduring harsh side effects from the drug, she had no way of knowing if he would be able to ride this high - this intoxication - out safely and soundly. Still, the logical side of Rose disagreed with what anyone else would have done, but only because this wasn't some stranger that she had found in the stairwell popping pills. This was Phin...

He could lose his job if they became aware of the fact that he had been using at work and using while working cases. His work would come into question; any cases he helped resolved would likely end up being reopened which could very easily put dangerous people back out on the streets. Rose didn't want to see that happen about as much as she didn't want to see Phin suffer emotionally and mentally from the loss of the career he had turned into a passion he was proud of.

Yet, if she sat on this and someone questioned him later on in regards to suspicions of a potential drug use, her job would just as easily be on the line just as equally as her reputation would be. She was trying so damn hard to make the best at this second shot at live that she had been given... the last thing that she wanted to do was let her grip on it weaken too much...

But what would her life be without Phin in it? She could find another job in another State, hell, even in another country if that was what it came down to... but she couldn't replace Phin. She didn't want to replace Phin...

It was evident to the blonde that her boyfriend was no longer in a solid state of mind; his words were seeming to be all over the place by that point. He didn't seem to understand the gravity of the situation - something that was already very out of character for him - and he was growing more and more distracted as the seconds ticked by. So much so, he couldn't so much as focus on the question she was asking, more than one, at that. Instead, his mind seemed to focus on the beauty he felt she possessed, but even those words were growing more and more slurred.

His hand was searching her out and, for a moment, she let him try - and fail - to make contact. It was residual anger that had her believing it would be better to avoid any intimate contact in fear she'd send the wrong message - perhaps one of support instead of one of disapproval - but her heart stood victorious over her mind and her hand was reaching for his. Her fingers lacing with his own if only to let him know that she was there through whatever it was that his mind was going through.

"Listen..." Rose tried to keep the anger and betrayal out of her voice as much as she could; her free hand stroking his forehead gently as she tried to keep up with his fluctuating temperature. Something that, too, was uncharacteristic for him. "I need you to tell me what you took so I can get you out of here before someone..." She didn't want to finish that thought simply because she didn't want to put him in an unpredictable panic. "Tell me what you took so we can go home..."

A white lie, but she doubted it'd be one he remembered. Even if he did, it'd hardly amount to the lies he had been passing off as excuses for the last while. He needed help one way or another. He needed these drugs safely out of his system and, if this had been going on for as long as Rose suspected, he'd need to at least try a program to help him stay away from all of this crap...

Well, that was, if he was even wanting to...

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WHEN IT'S ALL SAID AND DONE

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A year. A year without major issue, without finding anyone dead, without kidnappings or torture or any of the awful things Vincent Albright had thus far endured in his relatively short life (at least comparatively to friends and family—many of them had literal centuries on him). To say Vince was pleased with the outcome was a bit of an understatement. For the first time since that fateful New Years wherein he and his best friend woke up, amnesiac and profoundly changed, he had seen months fly by where his biggest focus was literally work, friends, and family. That’s it. He did his job, and he did it well, and when he was finished? He went home to his favorite person in the world: his little girl.

Sure, there were pockets of guilt here and there. Mackenzie should have graduated from college by now, but for all intents and purposes, that existence had been completely erased. Nearly six now, the little girl, his little girl, had gotten a chance to start over. Had she chosen this? No. But, well… it was a better option than dead. She could live her life trauma-free this time. Could be a kid. And maybe it was selfish of him, and of Norah, to decide they should get a second chance at raising their girl, but… doesn't every parent want to be able to strip the pain out of their children's lives? Doesn't every parent want to protect them to a fault? Maybe not every parent, but every parent that looks down at the sleeping faces of their boys and girls and begs the world to be kind to them. That regrets the hurt, even when they themselves did not cause it. All Vince ever wanted for Kenzie was a happy life. And for the first time, he felt like he might be achieving it, shortcuts be damned.

Work was good, too. Though he still occasionally participated in maneuvers with the SWAT team, he and his K9 were pretty exclusively working with the task force he and Sera Vesta co-lead. They had done good things this year. Sure, not newsworthy, but hell, that's not why they were in it—and Vince was pretty sure it would be newsworthy if there weren't red streaks, vigilantes, and "superheroes" running around making a spectacle of things. He didn't necessarily begrudge these anomalies, because they could be helpful, but a lot of them functioned outside the law, and that made him nervous. He didn't want to lead the task force up against them someday any more than he thought Sera would—because just because he had kept a low profile didn't mean he wasn't aware of the fact his partner-in-law (as opposed to "in-crime,"… oh, you get it) called some of them friends. Hell, he had been there after the clean-up with the "gas explosion", and being preternatural as he was himself, he wasn't oblivious to the fact the world was starting to move in peculiar ways. There was always an explanation… but the alibis were getting thin, and the world was getting weird.

What did Marcel think of it? Not that he cared.

If you asked the man, Vince wouldn't say he had favorites on the team, but there were people he was more reliant on and attentive to than the others. Sera, of course—they had saved each others' asses many times, and would probably do so many times more—and Claire, naturally. Then there was Phineas. Vincent and Phineas didn't exactly have much of a history, at least not by the books. But Vince had helped Phin unravel the knot of who and what he was somewhat, and after saving the man's life one late night in the pen, the werewolf had a tendency to keep an eye on the guy a little more often than the others. Their relationship was cordial, friendly—occasionally brotherly. You can't work on a team like the Five-0 task force and not develop trust for each other, especially when everyone's doing their job well, but Vincent also knew it was a little harder for Phin to get by, day to day. He didn't tick like everyone else.

So when Phin started acting a little different, Vince did notice... but he chalked it up to stress. Some of their missions required days at a time of focus, and sometimes they got shot at, or driven at, or swung at, or…

Again. You get it.

People react to stress in different ways. Some people withdraw. Some people lash out. Vince got terse, but it was a cool sort of terse; he made it his mission not to lash out these days. Set a good example, for others, for his team, for his daughter. Phin was never out-and-out mean, but there were jitters and snapped words, and surges of determination that didn't jive with the moment... you'd think a former addict could sniff out another addict with signs like that. But Vince's poison of choice had been alcohol, not any of these newfangled drugs hitting the streets, so maybe that's why.

Vertigo was a big one, and a nasty one at that. There wasn't a whole lot good about the drug, but it must rewire the brain or something, because despite being a generally unpleasant experience for the ones that survived it, it was addictive as hell. And for every cache they got their hands on, two more seemed to pop up. It wasn't a dance Vince was keening on learning the steps for—he had always stayed far away from narcotics because it was also one of the most thankless jobs on the force. Half the time, the people you help didn't want it, and the other half? Well, they were usually dead.

But with Five-0's unique role in the department, of course they were beginning to really get involved. There was clearly a network dispersing this stuff, and the production quality was the high-grade type of destruction. Vertigo was as much for the rich and famous as it was for the down and out. And everything in between, apparently.

It's not that Vince could smell the Vertigo in Phin's system when he turned the corner, but he could smell the pheromones and off body chemistry of an altered man. It wasn't a bad smell, per se—just wrong. And as blue eyes flicked from Phin's sweaty face to Rose's panicked one, he knew the scene he was stumbling on was the kind of scene he better walk back out on… because getting involved would jeopardize his own role as much as it was jeopardizing Phin's, or Rose's.

But he couldn't do that.

Rose had some history, Vince knew that, so he cleared his throat and stepped into her peripheral view rather than surprise the shit out of her by coming up from behind. Battered knees popped a little when he squatted next to Phin, but he didn't say anything; just grabbed Phin's wrist and inhaled deeply near the biggest vein. The whole scene would have been rather comical if it weren't for how desperate it was. Vince was no empath, but even he could feel the anger, fear, and sadness rolling off of Rose in waves.

The werewolf didn't even have to think hard on what exactly it washe was smelling as he let go of Phin's wrist. The chemical, almost acidic smell exuding from the younger cop's pores was all too familiar. How many bodies had they stumbled on that had reeked just like this? How many junkies had Vince been forced to interrogate, all the while developing a headache from the sheer scent of unnatural death hanging around them like a mist?

"Jesus, fuck, man, why the fuck did it have to be Vertigo..." Half-muttered were these words, sure, but Rose undoubtedly heard. His glance her way was uneasy. This was about to be a really long fucking road ahead for the two, and Vince seriously felt for Sera's sister. He really did. He had given up on his own brother on account of drugs, but it's different when it's your spouse—not that turning your back on your siblings is easy.. Norah had endured a hellish drunkard with selfish tendencies—that being him—but liquor only called when Vince was in the presence of a bottle. Drugs were harpies. They screamed all the time. They cut up your brain and rearranged it, until you didn't know how to live without them, didn’t know how to walk the pathways of your mind with them guiding you. Even if you got rid of them, the brain has to take time rewire itself. And you can never get the bridges back that you burned just to live, just to get to your next high.

"Rose," This time, Vince gently touched the young woman's shoulder, just a light hand, mostly to draw her attention away from Phin. There was a hardness in the set of Vince's jaw that spoke of his struggle to remain objective... and to not see Bradley in the other man slumped against the wall before them. "We can take him to Trinity. I think she'll be able to help… maybe without the wrong kind of questions getting asked." A look, both ways, down the otherwise deserted hallway, before he continued. "Do you want my help? Because we take care of our own, but he's forfeited his chance to decide whether he needs to face all the consequences of what he's done. I leave that up to you."

Was it cruel? Yes. But Rose knew Phin far better than he, or anyone else did. She deserved the chance to make that choice.
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Rose was still talking to him, but it was as if she was at the end of a long tunnel. It was hard to make out her words and even harder to make sense of them. Maybe if he could open his eyes, even just a crack, he could read her lips and piece it all together, but his eyelids felt like rusted metal shutters. Unmoving, and sure to creak and crack and break apart if he tried to force it. This wasn’t normal. This really wasn’t normal was it? Surely Vertigo didn’t always feel like this...maybe it did, he never remembered it. Would he remember something like this?

Soon another voice joined in, fingers against his wrist. He could hardly feel it, his sensations were already dulled--had been since he had woken up in the car wreck that had made him what he was today--but this...this was like trying to feel a needle in a haystack. It was maddening. Like an itch he couldn’t scratch, just the barest hint of touch breaking through the fog in his head. Were you supposed to know your thoughts were foggy? Feel it like a thick soup ready to leak out of your ears.

The voices were getting louder, one stronger than the rest. Telling him to just rest, to give in, to drift. It’d be nice, wouldn’t it? To just let go. To forget about the pain and confusion and the need. It’d be nice. Easy...but life wasn’t supposed to be easy. When life was easy you were just skating by. To live, really live, you had to dig deeper, try harder, push further. Living wasn’t sailing on steady waters, it was choppy and tough, but oh so satisfying. Or at least...that’s what he wanted to think. That’s what he wanted to yell, scream, mime out in the form of interpretive dance if he had to, but instead, Phin might as well have been silent.

The voice was louder than he was, stronger, pushing him down further and further into the dark.

Above the trio in the stairwell, a light flickered and then burst, raining glass down onto the concrete as the air suddenly lost all of its heat. Phin gasped, or that is to say his body did, jolting upright stiff as a board where he sat. The eyes the opened were clear, if distant, perhaps a shade paler than usual...but that could be said for all of him. His breath was too cold to make the air mist as it streamed out his nose and mouth, gasps turning into a more normal rhythm after only a few uneven inhales. Meeting the stares of the pair leaning over him, his voice was rough when he spoke, “I’m fine, thank you.

Without an ounce of unsteadiness, the wraith stood, his face just a little too blank to be normal.
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 Posted: Mar 5 2017, 09:43 PM
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There weren't many people that Rose trusted as far as her history was concerned; when she had been found by Sera after having been brought back to the world of the living (by who and why, she still had no idea), she had been nothing short of a wreck. Even now, almost two years back among the living, Rose found herself unable to trust as easily as she had before she had been murdered by a familiar face.

There were things that triggered her, of course. Metal knives weren't allowed in either hers nor Sera's home unless they wanted to talk the blonde elemental through waves of hyperventilation. If someone were to sneak up on her or rest a hand on her without making her aware of their presence, more often than not, Rose was more vocal about the invasion of her personal space than she ever meant to be.

Rose had always been open and honest with Phin; in the beginning she had been a bit jumpy when his hand would find hers or when she awoke in the morning, forgetting he had stayed over but those moments of surprise had faded, at least with him. Aside from Sera, he had been the only one that she had found herself able to trust in those two years.

Of course, there were people that had needed to know about Rose's condition. Beings like Vince, though even Rose could admit she wasn't certain how much Sera had told him. Likely enough to explain the light pink scars that polluted her body, the only physical reminders of the seventy-two stab wounds she had received while pinned to her dorm room bed, half while she was still fighting for her life and the other half after she had taken her last breath.

He knew enough to make his presence known, even by making sure to approach her from the side rather than from behind where she'd have little way of knowing of his presence slowly approaching.

While it was a relief that someone who likely had a bit more experience with situations like these was now at hers and Phin's side, Rose couldn't deny the small sense of panic that washed over her. Vince had no reason to keep this in the dark where it belonged; he had no reason to protect Phin the way that Rose was willing to protect him. He could easily bring this incident to his and Phin's superiors and effectively end Phin's career with the blink of an eye.

The blonde elemental didn't know very much about the drugs that were frequently peddled out in the streets but she did know enough (mostly from listening to the news in the background at home) about Vertigo to know that it wasn't something she'd want any of her loved ones messing around with.

It broke her heart to know that Phin of all people had been not only using such a questionable substance, but that he had effectively kept it from her; she still had no idea for just how long, at that.

Vince's voice speaking her name pulled her gaze towards the werewolf; her eyes lingering for a small moment on his hand that touched her shoulder. It wasn't an uncomfortable touch simply since his voice had given warning to interaction; he respected her past more than most people cared to which was more than Rose could ever ask for.

He was right in saying that Trinity would likely be able to help with the situation; she was a skilled doctor that specialized in the supernatural which was a massive benefit, especially now of all times. Phin was always so worried of being hospitalized in fear of causing power surges and inconveniencing those that were treating him. That was precisely why Rose typically opted to take him to Sera who often helped them in sticky situations, but she wasn't willing to be thrust into the middle, choosing whose career to shatter: Phin's or her sister's.

Trinity was the best bet; it would keep Sera a safe distance from all of this and Vince... well, he would be at risk if anyone learned of what he was helping Rose accomplish, but he seemed as though he knew how to keep his hands clean, even when getting them somewhat dirty...

A light flickered overhead and, for a moment, Rose had an apologetic look on her face as she readied herself to take the blame for any disturbances around them. She was, after all, running high on emotions right now, but she also knew when she was feeling a bit too much; if a light was going to flicker and burst, it would have been when she had first found her boyfriend, not now that the situation was being dealt with rather swiftly and quietly...

As Phin gasped in a breath of air and sat up quicker than Rose would have thought him capable of and was on his feet even quicker. His face blank and his eyes... different. Rose's hand grasped the male's chin as she turned his face to her, refusing to accept him stating that he was fine; blue eyes examining him.

"Lets get him to the hospital; I don't want him heading back in... It'd be too risky; someone could notice something's off and ask him for a drug test..." Which would obviously fuck his entire life up should that result in him losing his job... his career...

"I'll handle the consequences; thank you." Her eyes were moving back to Vince with a bit of a grateful smile. She wouldn't sweep this under the rug, especially giving the deceit and betrayal it had brought about, but she also wasn't going to let this ruin his entire world, at least not so long as she could help it.

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 Posted: Mar 7 2017, 12:43 AM
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Vincent had fought his own battles with addiction, once upon a time. It was easy to get suckered in, especially when your life was less than shiny-golden, and finding respite seemed damn near impossible. Stress, numerous failures (professional and personal), and the simple matter of the fact that being different wasn't easy had ultimately contributed to a crash landing that dragged most of his friends and family down with him. He was a few years sober now, even with a minor slip-up under his belt, but he still considered himself a recovering alcoholic, and always would.. Addiction's a war you fight every day, whether you like it or not; he'd never not be the wolf that turned to the bottle, no matter how far away he got from his last drink.

It's no wonder, too, that cops in particular might be more susceptible to the callings of pills or booze than your average Joe. Cold cases weighed heavy on detectives, and beat cops lived lives of relative boredom punctuated by the occasional moments of sheer terror or rage. Sometimes it was easier to smooth out the wrinkles with something... else... than properly deal with it. There was a stigma tied to asking for help in general—this was much, much worse in the force.

Still, there was a tinge of anger deep in the pit of Vincent's stomach, a tinge that was trying not to assume he understood why Phin had decided to start popping. But when you save a man's life, whether you like it or not, you start to really care about that man, and wonder what kind of person they'll go onto bed. Vince saw Phineas pretty much every day, so he knew better than most, or so he had thought. Clearly the young man had more secrets than his boss or his girlfriend had ever even guessed. Sucks, to find out like this.

Rose's decision was met with a nod. It was no secret Vince and Rose's sister, Sera, got on like a house on fire: that is, if the fire-engulfed house in question had a tendency to bicker and banter even during the worst of moments. What mattered was the loyalty they had for each other; that's why they were partners. This meant that Rose had Vincent's loyalty, by proxy, and since he had slipped under the radar of his superiors during his own intoxication-fueled rage, he was ready to help Phin do the same. Rose didn't deserve to have her life fucked up by this; Phin might, maybe, but really... addiction was an illness (and Vertigo highly addicting). Phin deserved a second chance, first, a chance to make this right, no matter how fucked up he had made it during his first go.

Vincent flinched when the light exploded, one hand already beginning to lift to shield Rose and Phineas both. His hand dropped as soon as he realized it wasn't a threat, but the significance wasn't exactly lost on the werewolf, either. When Vincent had first encountered the other man, it resulted in him performing CPR on a silent chest; when Phineas had come to, he had taken several computers and lights in the immediate vicinity with him in addition to all his original electrical victims. Something had changed—but what?

Rocking back on his heels, Vincent rose to his feet with a faint groan as Phin did, offering a hand up to Rose as well, if she felt so-inclined. Blue eyes narrowed, and nostrils flared, but Vince wasn't angry… just really, really confused. And a little suspicious. And, okay, maybe a little mad. "Sorry, dude, but you've earned yourself a doctor's visit whether you like it or not. I'll sign off on your absence. But you need to go." He glanced at Rose. "And neither of us are taking no for an answer."
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 Posted: May 1 2017, 08:40 PM
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Never before had the world been so clear to the darkness, never before had it seen and felt so much. Usually, it lay in wait, hiding in the dark recesses of Phineas’ mind, seeing everything through a tunnel. But now? Now the world felt real—present and pleasant—and if staying here meant playing along with the pair of worries that had found it, so be it. It could pretend to be Phin. It had been watching ever since the man ‘died’. It was practically as much the real Officer Bennett as the consciousness it had pushed down was.

It had been so close to freedom, so many times since its creation, but always, always something got in the way. The officer must have had a death wish with how many times they had danced this dance, and yet, every time...every fucking time the wraith won. Maybe it was strength of character, maybe it was just luck, but whatever it was had finally run out. Now it was the shade's turn. Now it was the one who got to hold on while Phin shriveled in the emptiness.

I’m fine really...but if you insist.” It tried to smile, whether it succeeded or not it wasn’t sure—it would have to practice in front of the mirror later—and clapped a hand on Vince’s shoulder. The man reeked of werewolf, and in a fight could prove quite an opponent; it was better to stay on his good side. It wasn’t as if the hospital would find anything, anyway. Outwardly, the shadow was as much Phin as Phin was. Short of a brain scan, which was unlikely, it didn’t think a doctor could prove something was wrong.

Wraiths were already anomalies to begin with.

It turned to Rose with what it hoped was another smile, a softer one, maybe, “I’m sorry...I am. I don’t know what got into me. If I go, do you think you could forgive me?” The darkness was trying for sincerity, for honesty, as much as it could. It knew the woman was important to Phineas, and while it might be better to push her away for fear of her knowing the real wraith too well, doing so too fast might have the opposite effect. If he was too out of character, she would know something was wrong and dig deeper. Could she feel the lies he was telling? Could she sense Phin struggling in the shadows of his own mind? Screaming into the void; now he was the whispers, now he was the darkness.

How does it feel to be nothing, Phineas?
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 Posted: Jun 2 2017, 10:14 PM
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Rose was still so, so very new when it came to the world of the supernatural, yet ironically enough had been born into it twenty odd years ago. It was almost unheard of to have gone your entire life being something supernatural, yet never knowing you were as extraordinary as Rose was slowly learning she was.

Some things - like the warm thrills of comfort she received when sitting near lamps - had never struck her as odd. Finding comfort in light or the white noise that her laptop made seemed more than normal. It was a little concerning that everything she had ever owned that held a battery life - like her laptop, her cell phone, toys back when she was a child - had been faulty. Anything with a battery life seemed to die out quicker than normal, but Rose had always chalked that up to mere bad luck.

As it turns out, that was part of who - what - she truly was. Thriving on the energy around her and finding comfort when near energy sources. Sucking up any bit of energy she could find without even knowing it was something she was capable of... If it hadn't been for her and Sera ending up in the same place at the same time... well, Rose would still be blissfully naive.

There were still so many aspects to being an elemental that Rose wasn't in full understanding of; it would take more time practising and exploring her origins to get a grasp on just what it meant to be an elemental. She was both comfortable and confident with that - and with the progress she had already made with the help of her sister - and already knew never to turn a blind eye to something that felt... off.

As Vince offered her his hand to help her back up, Rose's blue eyes glanced to the kind gesture with a moment's hesitation. He was one of the few that knew enough to know better than to invade Rose's personal space without warning - something she could appreciate more than anyone knew - but there were always internal struggles when it came to things she wasn't entirely familiar with, even if it was something as seemingly simple as physical contact with someone she hadn't ventured down that road with.

It had taken her quite a bit of time to build herself up to so much as sit on the same piece of furniture as her own sister, let alone hug her... Hell, even with Phin she had been a stumbling, fumbling, stammering mess when it came to the first time they had held hands or the first time they had shared a kiss. Both he and Sera had been patient and understanding and Rose liked to think that she had come a long way.

Offering the faintest of grateful smiles, Rose accepted his hand as she used it to steady herself back up onto her feet. A year ago, Vince wouldn't have seen that same reaction which just further proved to the blonde that she was slowly getting there.

It was in their favour that Vince was willing to sign off on Phin's absence; that would be one less question that Rose wouldn't have answers to should anyone bring it up later. It was obvious that he had dealt with a lot of situations before; he always had an authority about him that she envied. Where she was so meek and complaisant, it was hard not to wish she was able to be as loud and assertive as beings like Vince and Sera often were.

That would have been where her mind would have naturally gravitated had it not been for that static feeling in the air around her. The back of her neck tingled as it often did when she could feel someone watching her. That same tingle that sent chills down her spine as if to let her know that something was amiss. It felt as though everything were on a new frequency, but not by much. Just enough to have the sound slightly obscured by white noise.

Her blue eyes were on Phin, watching the way he moved, spoke, smiled... It all seemed as familiar as it could be; she had had him memorized for what felt like forever, after all... yet it all felt off. As if each movement he made was more calculated than easygoing. As if his words were more eager to please than they were honest. As if his smile wasn't quite reaching the same place on his face it usually reached...

Then again, had she ever heard an honest word come from the man standing before her? It was natural to question everything after learning that the man you loved had kept a world-shattering secret from you for however long.

"There's no 'if I go', because if you don't? There's going to be hell to pay..." Her words were soft and almost whispered with the ring of a threat lying somewhere in them. What the threat was, even Rose had yet to determine that, but she, unlike he, hadn't ever chosen to be dishonest. If following through meant pushing this issue past those involved and into the hands of less understanding co-workers, that's what it would come to.

Phin asking if she could possibly forgive him as though sweeping this under the rug professionally would do so for them personally was a bit harder for her to hear.

"Are you serious right now?" Likely not; he had just taken Vertigo, so it was quite likely that he wasn't even at all in his right mind, despite sounding as though he very well could have been. "I thought you were sleeping with someone else for months, Phin!" Though there was anger in her tone, her words were just as quiet and equally as whispered as they had been. The last thing that Rose wanted was to alert someone to something taking place in the stairwell, after all.

"I should probably be relieved to find out that that's not the case, but I almost wish it had been because at least then I would have known you haven't been poisoning yourself and putting yourself in danger for God only knows how long..." Knowing that he had purposely put himself at risk was a feeling she hadn't ever expected to have to feel, at least not when it came to something like drug use. "So maybe focus a little less on forgiveness and a little more on getting some help; this place isn't' going to tolerate you popping pills in the stairwell; unless you need one of us to grab anything of yours from your office, we should just get you out of here..."

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 Posted: Jul 5 2017, 11:31 PM
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WHEN IT'S ALL SAID AND DONE

AND A LITTLE WORSE FOR WEAR
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The crisis passed (well, the life-or-death one), Vince recognized that him hanging out within earshot was something akin to a parent hovering within arm’s reach while their child has their first teenage breakup. Wordlessly—so as to not interrupt an exchange of anger, relief, resentment, and love-driven pain that had to happen sooner or later—he gestured towards the other end of the hall and moved away, eyes averted.

It was more symbolic than anything. His ears could pick up the fiercely-hissed conversation whether he liked it or not, but that didn’t mean he had to pay attention to it. And he didn’t. Just as a matter of respect.

Once upon a time, the scarred werewolf hovering right now on the edges of someone else’s heartache had been his own source of personal tragedy as well. He and Norah had never really discussed those dark days, not as he thought of them, perhaps because life hadn’t given them breathing room to even consider it until now. Why reopen old wounds when time had healed them, or at least covered them with new, but weakened, flesh? But it was the knowledge of the poison he’d spat at his own daughter, and the blades he sunk into his wife’s back, that motivated him to care so much now.

Anyone who’s ever sought solace at the bottom of a bottle, be it liquor, pills, or something more exotic, is familiar with the fact that the only thing left after all the medicine’s gone is you. You, dried out and husked up. You, the monster. You, the failure, the wanton, the lonely. That’s what perpetuates the cycle, after all: there is no permanency in these methods, only brief reprieves. You were trying to get away from you in the first place—nightmares, fears, judgments, questions—but the only true abandonment is death. Unless you give up your right to living, there’s no escape.

What’s worse is that death just passes the buck, too.

Vince didn’t have it in him to judge Phin, because there wasn’t a whole lot in this world he hadn’t done himself, or worse than. Maybe that made him wise, or maybe it just made him an example, but he found it easier to cast a glance the younger man’s way than most might because of his own history, despite the fact that, technically, Vince had just been somewhat betrayed, too. After all, Vince had vouched for Phineas, had asked him to be on the team despite how little everyone knew about him. Because Vince understood. He knew what it was like to stare the void in the face, and turn back. Those demons were old friends, after all, and they loved to pass their famine of the soul like an infectious disease from hand to hand.

He better check on the rest of the group. See how everyone else was holding up. Though their little tactical team had seen a great deal of success since their conception, the job could still get to you. Wear and tear was a thing even the most normal of vocations, and any sort of emergency responder already experienced that a hundred times worse. These were all his friends and family. He knew them, or at least believed he did, but it could never, ever hurt actually, and physically, check in. He should have done that before, but it was too late for Phin now.

Pivoting slightly towards the pair, Vince folded his arms across his chest and spoke in a low voice to them, but not before casting a glance at the various exits to make sure no one else was coming. “You guys should probably get going. I’ll handle everything here. Rose? Can I talk to you for a moment?

The werewolf hadn’t re-approached the couple on purpose, wanting Rose to come to him rather than the alternative where Phineas might overhear. He held up a protective arm that hovered near, but did not touch the woman, and leaned in just close enough for a justifiable whisper. “You want backup on this? I can come with you, or call some family who’ve dealt with this kind of thing before. Or call yours. If not, that’s fine, too. Just figured I’d ask. You don’t have to do this alone if you don’t want to.
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 Posted: Sep 19 2017, 07:43 PM
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The shade raised its hands in surrender at Rose’s anger, her betrayal; pale fingers were once again trembling slightly. While the stairwell’s lighting had been enough to revive the body, it’s system was still being flooded with the drug that had brought it down in the first place. Vertigo seemed to have little effect on the darkness; the disorientation and pain were far removed from where it dwelled. Now that it was in control, Vertigo—or any substance, really—could hardly be considered a threat. It would effect the flesh but not the mind...or at least not the mind that was in control. “Rose...you have every right to hate me, I hate me right now...but, I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.” It wore sincerity like a new coat, useful but far from broken in or familiar.

The werewolf, Vincent, had stepped away, giving the illusion of privacy. Among monsters like them, there was no secrecy in close quarters...but the effort was surely appreciated, or something. “All it takes is one slip with a drug like this, I honestly don’t even remember how it started. I just...I wake up with missing time.” A pause, where the body looked away, a moment to compose itself for those watching. “I wanted to tell you. I wish I had. Hindsight is 20/20...ya know? I’m...I’m not trying to make light of this, I know I have a long road ahead of me. I just hope...you’ll be there with me?

It was a risky move, trying to win the girlfriend over with such a plea...but what better way to drive her off for good than bring her to her wits end during a rocky recovery. Make her believe she had done all she could do, allow her to leave in good conscience even as Phin turned into someone she could hardly recognize. With a soft grunt, the shade listed to the side, letting its eyes go unfocused as if its previous coherence had come at a price. “I...I don’t need anything.” Mumbled words were an attempt to sell the act as the darkness slumped Phineas’s body further against the wall.

Once the pair stepped away, it closed its eyes. Seemingly propped up and resting even as it focused to listen to the whispers. Wraith’s had excellent hearing, and the body, while incapacitated, still possessed its senses on the whole. The detective’s concern was sweet really, but ultimately detrimental to continued control over Phineas; More people involved meant more people to try to fool or push away. “An LOA.” It slurred, swinging the body’s head toward the pair, “Can I put in an LOA, Vince? Until I get my head on straight?

All it needed was a little time to cement its place.
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 Posted: Nov 18 2017, 12:27 AM
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The thing about an intoxicated person issuing apology after apology was that one had truly no way of knowing whether or not it was even sincere. Having as many issues with trust as Rose did upon having a familiar face rip her life from her, it was hard for her to see her Phin in the man that was standing there before her, shaking and pleading.

The blonde elemental knew that she would be within her rights to throw the towel in and walk away without receiving too much grief from those that knew her best. That wasn't something she found herself capable of doing, though. Not after watching Phin invest so much of his time and effort into someone that was as broken as she was. If he had been willing to wait her out while she tried to test the waters of their relationship bit by bit, what kind of person would she be to turn her back the second he found himself in equally as rocky waters?

That didn't condone anything he had done. That didn't write-off the lies that he had told her nor the secrets that he had kept from her, but it counted towards her willingness to be there for the man she knew she loved.

"A 'long road ahead' is probably the biggest understatement right now..." While she hadn't seen addiction and abuse up close, she knew from the experiences of those around her that had experienced it that it wasn't pleasant or easy, nor was there a quick-fix. "But of course I'll be there with you..."

Those last few words were whispered a bit quieter and a hell of a lot less angrier than anything else Rose had said since finding Phin in the stairwell, perhaps because that was the first moment she had felt a shred of sympathy for him and the situation he was finding himself in. He wasn't the type to troll bars looking for hits, nor was he the type that hung out in shady alleys just to get his next dose. There was a truth to whatever story had led him down this path, and while she feared it might not be a story she would find herself wanting to hear, both were going to have to be open and honest with each other through the entire process if they wanted things to work out between them for the best.

Her blue eyes were pulled to Vince as he asked if he could steal her attention and for the first time since finding Phin, Rose moved away from her boyfriend to meet Vince in the area away from the two that he had claimed as his own. Still, her eyes were back on Phin once she was close enough to the male werewolf for him to be able to lean in and whisper their private conversation into her ear.

As tempting as it was for Rose to constantly call Sera to assist her in whatever it was Rose found herself needing, Sera did not deserve to be dragged into this shit-show of a situation. It was bad enough that Rose's job and Vince's career could be on the line should anyone know what they were attempting to cover up, and it was nauseating to think that, should someone find them all out, Phin, too, would be out a career... but factoring in Sera's was overkill as far as Rose was concerned.

That said, how much trust could Rose offer the man that had been lying to her and keeping things from her from God-only-knew how long? The fact that he was intoxicated and otherwise unpredictable raised more red flags than Rose felt comfortable with.

"I think we have enough people dragged into this as it is..." Sera would be let in on what had taken place once Phin was home, sobering up, showered and resting... and that was after someone like Trinity took a look at him, but not until then.

"Would you mind coming with? At least until I get him in someone elses hands? I just... don't want to be caught in a situation where..." Where he grew violent? Where he grabbed the keys and took off, leaving Rose stranded, panicking and not knowing what to do or who to call? A thousand worst case scenarios played out in her mind as she let out a soft sigh, bringing her eyes back to the werewolf. "I just don't know how to do any of this..."

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 Posted: Nov 27 2017, 12:06 AM
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WHEN IT'S ALL SAID AND DONE

AND A LITTLE WORSE FOR WEAR
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Vincent wasn’t sure what was worse: living on the inside or the outside of an addiction. On the one hand, when you’re riding that road into self-destruction, it’s usually because the walls are closing in on you; either everything is falling to pieces, or you’ve so royally fucked up your connection with reality that you’re basically living on an island of ash. No matter what you do, you feel like filth inside and out, and the aftereffects of your poison of choice have a bad tendency to back that up.

On the other, the irrevocable damage Vince himself had wrought during his alcoholic years on those around him lingered still. He wasn’t sure, for example, that his and Norah’s relationship had really recovered—some spark had vanished along the way, replacing two vibrantly in-love people with weary travelers that, nonetheless, knew how to walk this path together. Ships in the night, if you will, except that they still touched and talked and laughed; and yet, there was a hollowness in their actions that neither of them could escape. Weight, bringing the bow below rough waves. Infidelities, lies, failures… that shit builds up. Makes a good relationship bad. Makes the whole thing so goddamn toxic you can’t even breathe it in.

Then there was his daughter…

Mackenzie had deserved better. Was it the right choice to let her start over? That little girl, the most beloved thing in his oft-fucked up world, hadn’t asked for the bullshit he had dragged into her life. All the ways he had betrayed her, emotionally and mentally… and that was just counting the times that he had let a bottle dictate the words coming out of his mouth. But it would be a lie to say this history and his addiction hadn’t been a driving factor in agreeing to turn back the clock on her life.

If he could start anew… could prove to his little girl he had never meant to give her anything but unconditional love… she could grow up in a world where he only did right by her.

But even if you get to start over, that doesn’t mean you get to forget. It was a part of his self-assigned penance that Vince would wake up every single day with all the memories of conversations Mackenzie would never know they had, and all the memories of the suffering—that he caused—that she would never know she had endured. It meant he walked a tightrope, because it isn’t easy to live a life with someone who both did and didn’t share it with you, and not make a mistake… but by god, he would try. The addiction and its recovery dictated that he had to do that. There’s no rest for the wicked, even if they’re reformed.

Vince closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose between thumb and fingers. It wasn’t Phineas’s fault that he was flashing back to the points in his life he sorely regretted, but the resultant headache neither cared nor noticed as it began to form behind his left brow. He turned away from the pair for a moment to take a deep breath, and to hook his thumbs in his pockets, at least until he and Rose could hold their miniature conference.

Though he didn’t agree with Rose’s decision, he understood it, and nodded his affirmation to let her know he’d keep quiet. Another lesson learned—don’t go behind your friends’ backs with any sort of righteous meddling in mind, or you’d lose that friend lickety-split—and besides, what with this slap in the face that was their recent discovery, Rose had to know someone had her back. Because Phin sure as hell didn’t, no matter how much he begged. Right now, his world was that drug. Vince had been there. He knew how it felt. Or so he thought.

Of course.” Vince already had his phone out and was thumbing a quick message to Sera and his superiors to let them know he had to duck out early. Blue eyes flicked between the shuddering shape of his friend and coworker, and Rose’s uncertain expression. “Nobody really does. It’s different for everyone. But, I’ll be here every step of the way, if that’s what you want.
And it hurts having someone take care of you

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