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[leah marie gore]

theres a thunder in our hearts baby

so much hate for the ones we love

TAG: CHARLTON OUTFIT: HERE ONE LAST THING: ITS SHORT, BUT I WANTED TO GET IT UP FOR YOU! .

It was so steamy out here and, regardless of the lack of layers the tiny Rouerie was wearing, nothing seemed to help her cool down. Her long blonde hair was tied into a high knot at the top of her head, her bangs pinned back off her forehead in a failed attempt to cool her body down by keeping her hair off of her neck and face. Charlton’s place better be cool or something. Leah thought as she walked across the grounds. Charlton was like the “big man on campus” now, having gotten the Groundskeeper position once their former groundskeeper left. She hadn’t seen him since that party in the Room of Requirement that the pair of them had thrown when he returned to the school. She had just so much to tell him that she couldn’t take it anymore. She understood he was busy and all; he’s a working man now, after all (:

One certain light haired, impeccably handsome figure flashed in her mind and she shook it away. Why was he there all the time, popping up at the most inconvenient times? Avery had been there since the moment they met, regardless of how rude he was to her and how he had almost made her cry. Leah felt just drawn to him and she just had to tell Charlton. He apparently was a companion of the werewolf, so maybe he would be able to give her some advice on how to handle him. Leah hoped he wouldn’t kill her for putting herself in such danger; Avery seemed to have a blatant disregard for the sacredness of human life. It was a shock, to be honest, that he hadn’t killed her that night they met. She had gotten to him, she could tell. But she also felt that maybe she was getting beneath that hard, cold exterior. Leah saw him smile a few times, and his names rolled off his lips like sweet honey.

The sun beat down on her skin, causing her now tan skin to glow somewhat. It was her favorite part of the summer; her skin was no longer pale porcelain, but slightly golden in color. She picked up her pace, hoping Charlton was in the hut and not out working and being a grown up. She needed to talk to him, get his opinion on her interesting new eye candy. Speaking of which, she needed to reach out to him. She didn’t want to stay far away for too long and risk everything that happened that night becoming yet another regret. She had enjoyed herself and found Avery quite interesting…and nice to look at.

She finally spotted the hut in the distance and she wiped the sweat from her forehead as she approached. She took a deep breath, trying to slow her breathing, and knocked firmly on the door. Please answer. Please answer.

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[charlton 'raffi' glashtyn]

Charlton's Hut!

He swung the axe with a grunt, the blade biting into the wood with a satisfying thunk. The log split immediately in two without need for another swing, both the size of the axe and Charltons strength making the job far easier than it would have been for any human. Despite the heat, the werewolf hadn’t even broken into a sweat. He leant the heavy blade against the side of the house and gathered the wood he’d chopped in preparation for the winter. Admittedly it was a little premature, and although the logs needed drying out before they could be burnt he still had months yet before he‘d be using them. Asahria’s face flashed into the forefront of his mind, halting his rhythmic stacking of the logs for a short moment. He’d been forcing himself to keep busy, keeping away from the main building and ensuring his tasks were done either in the early hours or late in the evening. His actions were entirely out of character, and couldn’t have been further from his usual way of moving on….which usually meant drinking as much as he possibly could at all hours, partying until he couldn’t stand and meeting as many new people as he could fit in his bed at once. This time was different though. He’d always felt at least a sliver of confidence that he’d be able to get Asahria back or that they would resolve their differences - but she’d been on the grounds now for over a month and he’d not seen nor heard anything from her. That was without her sudden departure. It was his own doing, and he only had himself to blame, but he couldn’t deny that this final separation had knocked him for six. He’d taken it all for granted, and that had finally taken it’s toll. It was too late.

Heaving himself up from his knees, Charlton tossed the last few logs onto the woodpile and returned inside - grateful for the cool respite the stone walls offered. He leant over the sink for a moment, before reaching for the bottle of Jamesons he’d found to be a pretty constant, regular companion when he’d finished work for the day. It tended to soothe the thoughts when the day got a little too heavy on the emotions…he’d never been very good at regulating those pesky things. He was interrupted before he could pour a glass, hearing footsteps starting along his cobbled path - quickly followed by a firm knock on the door.

Charlton scowled, staring at the door for a long moment. He abruptly realised he was seriously considering not answering it, a wave of horror flooding him. Perhaps the Groundskeeper job really did come with a personality implant…or his midnight hunting companion’s unsavoury views on socialising really were rubbing off on him. After all, he had all but isolated himself to spending time with that moody vamp and no-one else. What was he thinking? This wasn’t him. He rubbed his hands on his jeans, pushing the bottle back on the side and striding quickly to the front door to answer it. A mixture of surprise, embarrassment and guilt swirled through him as he took in Leah standing on his doorstep. He couldn’t have hoped for a better person, and his face broke into a welcome grin despite his mixed feelings. He hadn’t seen her for a good few weeks, perhaps even a month, since he’d gotten the job. He should have been taking her out on the town with his new pay packet…not sitting at home like a miserable old man feeling sorry for himself and growing a beard. He ran a hand ruefully over his unshaven face. Despite that, from the glow about her and the little contact they’d had it looked like she had found their own remedy though. “About bloody time you came over“ He grumbled good naturedly, scooping her up into a bear hug. “Come in, come in!”

[leah marie gore]

theres a thunder in our hearts baby

so much hate for the ones we love

TAG: CHARLTON OUTFIT: HERE ONE LAST THING:.

Leah tapped her foot impatiently, hearing some squeaking boards inside the house and knowing someone was inside. What was taking him so long to answer the door? Was he ignoring her? Was there a young lady in there he didn’t want Leah to know about? Did he already find out about Avery and this was his way of telling her how he felt? Leah looked up at the sky and let out a deep sigh. As she did so, the door flung open and she was met with the scruffy, unshaven face of her friend, Charlton Glashtyn. She took him in, taking in his new defined muscular build and the sweat that dripped off his skin. Good looking guy, that Charlton Glashtyn. Shame the two of them were to be stuck in the “brother-sister” zone forever. It was okay; Leah really did look at Charlton like an older brother over anything else. He was just her impeccably good-looking big brother (:

About bloody time you came over

Suddenly, the small blonde was off the ground, enveloped in the biggest bear hug known to man. Leah giggled, not liking the feeling of his sweat on her skin, but hugging him back as tightly as she could manage. ”And it’s a about bloody time you opened the door. It’s a scorcher out there, Char. My skin almost melted off my bones,”

[/b] she told him with a laugh, stepping inside the stone hut and instantly feeling the temperature drop about 20 degrees. It was so much cooler in here compared to outside. She was thankful a hundredfold. Leah turned around once she stepped inside, looking up at her friend and rubbing the stubble on his face. ”Wow, you really let yourself go, huh?”[/b] she joked, removing her flip flops then and padding around the hut barefoot. It was a sweet gig Charlton had here; a nice cool house, acres of land, a paycheck every week for his work of chopping logs and tending to the grounds. It seemed simple enough that simple magic could take care of it, but the school felt the need to hire someone to do the job. Enter her werewolf friend, Charlton. Very strong, easy on the eyes, and an incredibly hard-worker (some of the time; let’s be honest here)

”I’m sorry I haven’t come to visit. Things back at the castle have been…hectic…to say the least,”[/b] she said with an innocent smile. Her blue eyes scanned the kitchen, spotting a bottle of Jamesons on the counter. She made her way over, grabbing another glass and pouring the two of them something to drink. She grabbed his glass and her own and made her way back to him. Handing him the glass, she lifted her own in the air. ”Cheers.”[/b] She was back to her old self; no longer withdrawn, timid and shy. She could help but wonder if maybe it was because of Avery and how much he despised her but seemed fascinated by her at the same time. It had done wonders for her confidence and she hadn’t thought of Rue since that night of the party. Charlton hadn’t seen her like this in a while, so it was nice to be able to show him that she was okay. Leah touched her glass to her lips, feeling a warm sensation down her throat as her drink made its way down. Leah wasn't a hard drinker, but she could hold her own. She stood there, her other hand on her hips, staring at her friend. "So, are you going to invite me to sit down or do I have to stand here and look pretty for the duration of my visit?"[/b] she asked him, tilting her head to the side and waiting for a response.

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[charlton 'raffi' glashtyn]

Charlton's Hut!

”And it’s a about bloody time you opened the door. It’s a scorcher out there, Char. My skin almost melted off my bones,”

Charlton released her from the bear hug, and stepped aside to allow her entrance. Within minutes her arrival, Leah and her hug had lifted his spirits ten fold and dragged his attentions away from feeling completely and utterly sorry for himself. There was a reason wolves lived in packs…and he would really do to remember that before he isolated himself again.

”Wow, you really let yourself go, huh?”

She ran a hand across the dark stubble lining his jaw, and Charlton allowed a rueful, sheepish smile, following Leah a little distance behind as she checked out the hut. “The look I was going for was actually mature? Rugged? Dashing?” He replied, mock pouting at her. He hadn’t even considered how the stubble might come across to someone who hadn’t seen him for a while because he hadn‘t even considered his appearance in general. Luckily he had good genes that saw him through his rougher days. However, her comment was surprisingly light hearted and she moved on quickly. She talked with a new self assurance, walked with a new confidence. Charlton narrowed his eyes as he followed her back into the kitchen, watching her speculatively.

”I’m sorry I haven’t come to visit. Things back at the castle have been…hectic…to say the least,”

The innocent smile didn’t fool him, a small smile curving his mouth as he watched her help herself to the Jamesons and hand him his own glass. The difference in her was obvious to see, and it was like meeting a different person - she was back to her old self, no sign of the thin, sad and broken person she had been a couple of weeks back. Although obviously he was over the moon to see her back to her normal self - he was intrigued as to what, or rather who, had induced such an overhaul in her.

"So, are you going to invite me to sit down or do I have to stand here and look pretty for the duration of my visit?"

Charlton openly laughed, eyebrows shooting up into his curly dark hair. “Well well well….welcome back princess!“ He responded, his laugh settling into a bemused that curved his lips. He lifted his glass in a silent cheers & hopped off the kitchen side to pull her out a chair from the kitchen table. He made an overly dramatic gesture of offering it to her with a sweep of his hand. ”So….come on then, who is he?”

[leah marie gore]

theres a thunder in our hearts baby

so much hate for the ones we love

TAG: CHARLTON OUTFIT: HERE ONE LAST THING:ick. This is horrible, but I wanted to reply to you while I had so much extra time.

The look I was going for was actually mature? Rugged? Dashing?

The small blonde reached up to her friend’s face, feeling the short hairs scratch at her palm. She let out a small laugh and nodded her head. ”Oh well, in that case, dashing you certainly are, Mr. Glashtyn,”

[/b] she admitted before leaving his side to survey the hut. He had a sweet little set up here, certainly better than the dormitories they provided for students. She wondered what made him take this position of groundskeeper, but another certain blonde popped into her mind, and she was pretty sure she had solved the mystery. Way out here, Asa wasn’t so easy to spot and, therefore, less likely to stumble upon him when he least expected it. That was the difficult thing about being in a former relationship with someone in the same house as you; there was always that off chance that the two of you would have an incredibly awkward run in and, as Leah knew all too well, awkward was not something Charlton handled well.

Well well well….welcome back princess!

Leah laughed, glad that Charlton was able to see how much better she was feeling. Of course, Rue was always there in the back of her mind…but way in the back…like way WAAAAY in the back. She dipped low into a curtsy, and upon standing up, raised her glass to her friend before taking a sip. Charlton offered her a chair and Leah accepted, sitting down across from her friend at his kitchen table. It was difficult to convey into words how happy Leah was to see her friend doing so well for himself. She cared deeply for Charlton; he was like the older brother she had never had, and it worried her when he returned so suddenly. She was fearful of what he might do, how he might react if he was to bump into Asa, and if he would become as ravenous as the blood running through his veins so often caused him to be.

So…come on then, who is he?

The blonde choked mid-sip, shocked that Charlton had picked up on the new person in her life. Well, she wasn’t exactly sure if Avery was exactly “in her life” but he was certainly in her thoughts, every single day since the night they had first met. She had instantly become nervous, slowly placing her glass down on the table. Charlton had warned her to stay away from him, not so much with his words, but with how he had been acting the night of that party. He was very protective of his blonde friend, watching every single guy who approached her carefully and stepping in when someone undeserving made a move. The way he acted with Avery was different; it was almost like he would purposely move Leah out of his path, even though the vampire never made a move to speak with her.

She needed to pluck up the courage to tell him. He was like her brother and would support her no matter what, right? She smiled, hoping that if he saw how happy she currently was, he wouldn’t be upset. “I met him the night of the party, actually, so you must know him. He mentioned the two of you being close companion, actually,”[/b] she began. Her courage diminished, though, she she was about to tell Char his name. Her blue eyes looked down at her glass which was a lot more empty than she had thought. When had she drank that much? ”Avery. His name is Avery Blake.”[/b]

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[charlton 'raffi' glashtyn]

Charlton's Hut!

”Oh well, in that case, dashing you certainly are, Mr. Glashtyn,”

Charlton laughed softly in appreciation, ignoring the considering glance she gave him. Although she had taken his advice to enjoy life and move on…he wasn’t quite ready to take it himself, or move on. Nor was he ready to answer any probing questions about Asahria. She was even more so at the forefront of his mind lately, because she still hadn’t been in touch since returning. He had tried to give her space because he felt certain she left for a reason. He felt slightly in limbo, unsure whether the silence between them was the finale of their tempestuous relationship - or if, in another case of misunderstanding, they were both waiting on one another. Leah was perceptive enough to not bring up the subject, and he was more intrigued in her new found love of life than in wallowing in shoulds, woulds and coulds.


“I met him the night of the party, actually, so you must know him. He mentioned the two of you being close companion, actually…his name is Avery. Avery Blake.”

Avery. The name hit him like a slap to the face, clunking down until it settled heavily in his gut like lead. If he’d had the slightest thread of hope remaining that she was talking about some other Avery, she quickly put that to bed, confirming the surname and dropping her gaze to her glass. Cold chills spread from his gut, racing up his spine. It was like Caelen all over again. Close companions. What a farce. They barely knew each other - it was the way they both liked it. Well ok, they spent practically every evening together but that didn’t make it any better…in fact, it made it worse. Avery didn’t like humans…and just about tolerated Charlton. Charlton felt safe hunting with Avery, he stilled the dark things that had grown inside him since becoming a wolf, and allowed Charlton to keep it separate from day to day life so people that were important, like Leah, wouldn’t get hurt. He felt like Avery had gathered up all that darkness and was letting it out of the cupboard. Nausea flooded him, and he set the glass tumbler down on the side - knowing if he held onto it, the tension in his fists would shatter it. Of all the men…she’d found him. The no good, selfish, soulless, blood sucking b**tard. How he’d taken pains to keep the pair of them apart…knowing Avery wouldn’t be able to help himself. He didn’t know what to do. No. That was a lie. He knew exactly what he was going to do. Charlton was gonna kill him. ”Leah, please tell me you’re joking…” He spoke finally, voice tense.

[leah marie gore]

theres a thunder in our hearts baby

so much hate for the ones we love

TAG: CHARLTON OUTFIT: HERE ONE LAST THING:.

Everything with Avery was up in the air. Leah didn’t even know if she was going to survive the night they met, let alone the days following their encounter on the balcony of the Room of Requirement. Even then, they never solidified any sort of relationship. Avery seemed to have warmed up to her that evening, but with the mood swings she experienced first hand that night, it wouldn’t surprise her if he tried attacking her on her way back to the castle. He never once said 'Hey Leah, I really like you. Maybe I won't kill you after all.' Truth be told, not a whole lot of words left his mouth that evening. He seemed to be more of a brooding, intense staring kind of vampire.

Leah could feel Charlton’s eyes on her, and she tried with much difficulty to avoid his intense gaze. He wanted answers. How could it be that a girl in such a depressed, down state, perk up so quickly and over a guy on top of it all? Of course Charlton had the right to be concerned; just like Leah would be concerned if Charlton was to suddenly be happy after having gone to such extreme lengths to avoid the castle and a certain blonde student that called the space between its stone walls “home”. That was their relationship, especially now. When he returned and Leah and Rue broke up, their friendship was all they really had. She credited him very much with helping her to get better; had it not been for his dorm party, she never would have met the stunning immortal that now clouded her every thought.

After his name had left her lips, her blue eyes flickered up to her friend’s stubbled face. Uh oh. This certainly could not be good. His emotions flitted across his facial muscles; happiness before she had spoken the name, followed by confusion, shock and anger. The blonde lowered her glass to the kitchen counter, taking close care not to put it too close to her werewolf friend for fear he may throw it or something. She had wanted to reach for his glass as well, but Charlton had set it to the side slowly by his own will. This was not good. This was definitely not good.

Leah, please tell me you’re joking…

”I’m not joking,” she said softly. She covered her face for a moment, trying with all her might to gain some confidence, before lowering her hands again. She slowly reached out to grab her friend’s large, callused hands. ”I know what he is, Charlton. I know I’m putting my life in danger by even thinking about him. But…I think I can change him.”

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