When Gia Got His Text, It Took Everything In Her Not To Shoot Back With A Thousand Worried Texts. She

When Gia got his text, it took everything in her not to shoot back with a thousand worried texts. She had known, of course, that he was meeting with the vampire queen. Why, she could not say, but the knowledge alone had been cause of anxiety enough - his text only served to heighten it. Yet, he said he was coming over. This was clearly a face-to-face matter so Gia (just barely) managed to restrain herself and instead merely replied, I’ll be here. She heard his truck when he was still a little ways away and headed to her bar in the kitchen to make him (and herself) a stiff drink. She had a feeling they’d need it. As he pulled up to her house, Gia went to the window peering down below. She watched him talk to Devon and then she watched him walk away, Devon’s eyes following. Gia bit her lip in concern and went to meet him. It was the urgency in his eyes that made her chest constrict, placing the drinks hurriedly on the nearest surface, she was enveloped gratefully in his arms. He pulled her close and she wrapped her limbs around him, resting her head on his shoulder. She breathed him in - a fresh cacophony of musk and death and anxiety. So, it was the vampire queen. Gia pressed a kiss to his shoulder before pulling back ever so slightly to look at him when he spoke. Her lips parted ever so slightly. It felt as though her lungs were burning, seared from the inside out, to see him so tortured. She reached up to touch his face, shaking her head. “I already know you did what you had to,” she said softly, brushing back his hair lovingly. Uncharacteristic anger sparked in her chest and ignited her heart as she watched his tormented eyes. Gia wanted to drive away the pain but there was a part of her that wished to see whoever had done this repent of ever having hurt him, too. Everett had enough to deal with without some vampire forcing his hand towards something he so clearly did not appreciate. “What did that bitch want?”

Aftermath || Gia & Everett (closed)

After seeing and speaking with Ariella, Everett didn’t know if he’d done the right thing or not. He’d always done what he thought was right and what was best for the pack, but sometimes he couldn’t help but doubt whether he deserved to be in his position. Was he good enough for the pack? Did they deserve better? Times like this, it certainly seemed so. All he wanted was peace; but with vampires around, that seemed near impossible.

He pulled out his phone and texted Gia, Hey, I need to talk. I’ll be at your house in a few. He tucked his phone away in the pocket of his jeans as he dropped into his truck. And as he drove, he mentally kicked himself. What the hell had he agreed to? He sighed. He’d known that taking hold of the pack and cleansing it of the V problem would be hard, but he’d never even imagined that it would come to this.

As he pulled up to Gia’s home, he put his truck in park and smiled as Devon came running to the car from her place on the grass in the lawn. He climbed out of the car and hugged Devon tightly. “Hey, baby girl,” he kissed the top of her head and combed his fingers through her hair. “I need to talk to Momma, ‘kay? Stay out here, but only in your lawn. You hear me?”

Devon groaned a bit before nodding and trudging off and dropping back into the grass. He smiled. He’d never had a child of his own; and at this rate doubted he ever would. But that girl was a daughter to him. He didn’t care how odd it might be to others.

He made his way into Gia’s house, closing the door behind him. It didn’t take long for him to find the brunette, and he practically ran to her, gathering her up in his arms and holding her close to him. He let out a breath into her hair. “I think I just made the worst mistake of my life, Momma,” he sighed into her hair. Even with how shitty he’d felt before… Just having Gia in his arms made him feel so much better.

"I know, baby," responded Gia with a soft frown, her fingers running through Devon's soft hair, soothingly. "Think of clothes..." She paused. "As a wolf, you have a luscious furry coat, right? It protects your sensitive skin from getting scratched by thorns or exposed to stones...As a human, you lack that advantage. Think of clothes as your human coat," she suggested. She chuckled when Devon said nudity would be easier on finding a mate. "You're probably right about that, but as a wolf, I know you appreciate the thrill of the chase. The hunt's part of the fun," she added, laughing softly as she sipped at her drink. Gia smirked softly, her eyes dancing with amusement. She didn't mind at all Devon had taken to the movie with such rapt attention. In fact, she felt it might help her come to terms with her position - wasn't it about a young woman with a powerful secret, afterall? "Mmm," Gia cast a glance down at her drink. "True, that," she acknowledged. "But you'll get used to it. Plus it's a nice money saver - we get more bang for our buck," she added, winking. Considering how much alcohol Gia went through, that was definitely a good thing. "Oh, really?" Gia could help the smile that crept over her face when Devon mentioned his preparations. "You know, I absolutely agree!" Gia laughed softly. Her brows arched when Devon mentioned her scent before laughing again. "There's a good reason for that," she said, winking. She was glad of it for an additional reason: events seemed to be going in a bad direction and Gia believed it would help them to have pleasant memories behind them and the promise of more ahead. "Your Daddy's a good man, Devon," she murmured softly, touching her daughters cheek.

Mama Wolf & Pup | Gia & Devon

Devon watched her take the blade of grass, and then let out a huff at what she said. “I know,” she sighed, “I just hate clothes. I mean, all women have the same parts… All men have the same parts. Why should we have to hide it? We are what we are. I think it would make finding a mate much easier anyway.” She shrugged, raising her hand and pulling at the shirt she wore. It was a little to close fitting for her liking, but… She supposed she had to be grateful. She’d heard that there were a lot of people who didn’t have the things she had.

"Four times?" she said softly, her hand gripping the glass Momma had given her and raising it to her lips. She took a swig and grimaced, still not used to the burn that accompanied the tasty drinks Momma made. "I think this is the only time I wish I weren’t wolf," she said, "Because… I have to go through more burn in order to get what the humans get." She looked over at Gia and a smile pulled at the corners of her lips.

"I did see Daddy today. He was making plans for you and his big evening," she said. She came to enjoy and anticipate the nights that Everett made a whole day devoted to Gia. It meant they were both in a good mood for about a month afterward. "You and Daddy should have more night like that. You always come home smelling of absolute delight."

"Bless you!" sighed Gia, as she inhaled deeply. She didn't smoke frequently, especially now that she had a sort-of daughter, but when she did, she relished it. Leaning her head against the bricks, she took a moment to enjoy it, before grinning in his direction. It always felt nice to breathe out and just be for a moment. Irresponsible or not, Gia had always liked Toby. In a way, she thought they were actually a lot alike - loving completely and putting that before any real kind of thought process, essentially...the whole werewolf thing being a given. When he identified her as the lady he wanted to see, Gia laughed brightly. "Missed me?" she joshed, grinning, but the truth was she completely understood the look in his eyes. She felt it, frequently, herself. With more vampires crowding in (the whole issue of the 'vampire revelation' and what it meant for the wolves as a species, aside) and their Queen "renegotiating" with Everett, there were reasons to stress everyday without even considering the more personally pressuring weights. Gia's expression softened, brow contorting. "How's your mom?" she asked. She knew it was probably the last thing he wanted to think or certainly talk about, and she felt guilty bringing it up, but she couldn't bear to think that it could be getting worse and he wouldn't feel he could vent to her, if he needed to. "If you want to talk about it," she shook her head. "Believe me, no pressure if you don't." When he proposed to get the second, she nodded decisively. "Deal," she added, brightly, brushing unruly strands away from her face, impatiently, as he asked how she'd been. "Oh, you know," she shrugged. "The usual. Trying to get Devon to not roll around naked in my neighbor's yard, mostly," she laughed. "Other than that, unsuccessful job search and lots of bars, so I'm not complaining," she added with a bright grin. Gia shook her head. She often considered her life to be rather ridiculous, but in a way that was part of what she loved about it. "You?"

Dammit Moon Moon | Gia & Toby (closed)

With tensions as high as they seemed to be growing in the community of Oxford, Toby almost welcomed the weekends with open arms — not that he usually didn’t. With all the youth left in him he knew that the Twin Moons would be his place of choice for a drink and good company up until he died — and he wasn’t planning on doing that anytime soon. He approached the bar, a slow and steady smirk already creeping onto his cheeks as he saw Gia standing outside the joint, reaching into his back pocket to grab her his old zippo before she could even finish her question. "Desstrin," he responded warmly, flicking the lighter open and holding the flame to the cigarette between her lips. "Just the lady I wanted to see," Toby grinned, snapping the top shut and shoving the lighter back into his back pocket. It really hadn’t been an understatement, wither. With the week he’d been having — between work and his mother and just life in general getting more and more complicated — nothing sounded better than a Saturday night at the tavern. Honestly? Getting plastered. "First round on you, second on me?" he offered with a small nudge, moving to lean against the building as he stood beside her. "How have you been?"

Emilia Clarke | SV Magazine 2014

I think you need to fall in love with the wrong person. I think you need to fight and cry and sweat and bleed and fail. I think you need to have bad relationships and bad breakups. I think you need all of that so that when the right person and the right relationship comes along you can sigh with relief and say, “Ah yes. That is how it’s supposed to feel.”

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