Rhin Warden House, Ashmaine, England, Mid
Saturday, August 5th
9:01am
Tom woke up with an instant smile.
He was happy.
He got up and walked over to the window, opening the curtains and letting the bright warm sunlight bathe his pale skin, something he's never allowed it to do... at least not for years. He switched his pyjamas for a t-shirt and jeans before walking out of his bedroom and down the hallway, into the kitchen, his face lighting up even more when he saw Tord. The soldier had just finished making coffee and brought two steaming mugs over to the table, setting them down on the table and stepping over to Tom with a warm smile "Good morning, min kjærlighet" Tord greeted the half demon "Morni-" Tom was immediately cut off as the solder gently caressed his face and kissed him.
Tord caress his face and gently kiss him, a little kiss that made Tom's eyes flutter shut and feel a million times lighter, all the weight melting off of his shoulders.
This one lasted a little longer, much more loving and felt too habitable already for two people who only just shared their first kiss yesterday. Tord pulled away and warmly smiled at Tom "Goddesses, I am never going to not love doing that" the soldier mumbled whilst Tom laughed a little "Well that's an addiction and a half waiting to happen" the half demon joked. They sat down, Tord moving one of the mugs of coffee towards Tom whilst sipping his own "I'm going to the army base today" the soldier told the half demon, Tom's face dropping a little "But I'll be knocking off at five," Tord stated "So after work, I'll pick up something for us to eat and come home... sounds alright?" he asked, Tom giving a little smile and nodding his head. "Yeah... be careful today" Tom quietly asked as Tord smiled, holding the half demon's hand in his own "I promise" Tord promised.

The Freakshow, District 13, Dark Nation, England, Mid
All the circus performers were gathered in the main show tent, unfortunately also Angelina who was dragged from her tent by her shackles.
Whilst waiting in the main tent, a soldier had one of the army's engineers come over to the hypnotic, adding a tiny programming chip to the metal collar around her throat "Like a dog collar- go pass the boundary line, it'll go off," the engineer stated "Electric shocks until you get back into the safe zone, more than five minutes and the injection will go off" he quietly warned her when the guard turned a blind ear. After the chip was in, the soldier took off the chains connecting the girl's wrists yet left the magic-dampening metal shackles on each wrist.
Finally, Vixen entered the show tent, everyone's attention turning to him as he started talking about the schedule of tonight's twisted show.
Thankfully, Angelina wasn't listed as a 'performer' at all.
Angelina left her bones stiffen as the whites of her eyes became red, she was held down in place by an invisible force "Ladies and gentlemen, you are in for a treat tonight," Vixen brightly smiled "The princess will perform for you all" he announced as the music started up. No control over her body as her limbs jerked like a marionette being flung around by their strings.
She shivered at the thought of being flung around like a puppet again as now the Grey Leader moved onto his next topic. "Soldier activity will be rising around here throughout the next couple of months, a matter you will no have to worry about" Vixen assured the performers who all glared back at him "Reports state that both Zento and Vidon Gland have been securely taken by the Grey Army, yet unfortunately, the Brother has been taken back to Centre Mid by the council". A good handful of the performers had booed at the mention of the Prodigium Council, something that made the girl's brows knot in confusion as Vixen continued "Yet rest assured, the Brother will return to us soon," he promised "And with it, the new world of freedom will be blessed upon us". 'They're back home' Angelina breathed out in relief, thankful that her friends are now back home and safe, well away from the psychotic teenager before her.

He dismissed them and as everyone else left, Angelina hung back until it was just her and the leader left in the performing tent.
She was daring this move.
Anger was swamped across her face as she looked back at him, his back turned towards her as he started walking towards the other tent exit, she forced the anger away yet the hurt still drawn clear "...Vixen" Angelina dared to call his name, making him to come to a dead stop "You don't get to call me that". "Vixen, please..." she was almost begging for him to listen as he hesitantly turned his head back to her "Please what?" he questioned "Let you go? to not control you again?" he pressed, fully turned towards the other hypnotic now, his eyes narrowing on her. "Come back home with me" Angelina dared to ask as Vixen tilted his head a little, a tad confused by the request "We could go to the council and plead your case- you haven't done anything wrong yet" she told him "I mean, yeah, you killed me and lead our friends to their deaths but you haven't done anything against this realm yet".
Her only chance to convince him to take her home, one chance to persuade him with her words, words she knows he won't listen to but it was worth a shot.
His glare narrowed in on her even more "You want the most dangerous and wanted person in all the realms to return to a Mid Realm hotspot to plead a non-existent case to a bunch of people who want me dead?" Vixen sharply questioned and although spookened a little from the threatening voice, Angelina made herself take a step toward him "You had a reason to kill me, right?" she questioned. Vixen fell silent as she continued "You're not the type of person to do something without a reason and you're not a power-craving narcist like your father" the girl stated, daring another foot forward.
"...do you ever think about your family? if you don't mind me asking-" "Nah, it's fine" he said, thinking for a moment "Yeah, I do have thoughts about my parents... curiosity of who they were and what they were like" Vixen admitted.
Her brows knotted a little "...you did it to meet your family" and she was right, watching his bones stiffen a little from the confirmed fact "You've met your father, but not your mother, that's why you're still doing this" Angelina continued as he shifted his gaze away from her.

"I could help you find her?" she offered, dragging his attention back to her "We can find her together," Angelina said, holding out a hand towards him "Please, Vixen" she asked. He hesitantly stepped over to her, closing the long distance and took her hand with a faint smile before squeezing her hand so tightly it felt as though it was about snap within his hand "I already know where she is" he spat, smile fading as Angelina winced in pain "Nice try, though, you nearly had me there" Vixen applauded her with a horrid smirk before letting go of her hand. Angelina stepped away, holding her nearly snapped hand as she looked up at Vixen "Enjoy the show tonight, princess" he smiled, walking out of the show tent whilst she glared at him "You pathetic piece of shit" she hissed at herself, knowing she has now entirely stuffed up.

Drift Warden House, Perible, England, Mid
Blake and Corey stepped through the front door and into the house, having just gotten back from the Red Army base in Ashmaine.
Since the two boys returned, Tord insisted that Corey stayed at his army base for a few weeks, on the off chance that the Grey Army hearing word of his return to Perible and attempt an attack on the house to bring him back to the Grey Leader.
Bags haunted the boy's eyes as they stood in the front entrance of the house "Faith and Holly changed the sheets on your bed, nothing else in your room had been touched" Blake promised yet Corey didn't bother to look up or acknowledge the man. "Leaving doors open now?" a voice questioned, both the boy and man turning their heads to see Euanthe stepping through the front door, smiling at both of them yet giving a brighter smile to Blake, the man instantly becoming more relaxed as Corey's brows knotted. "Good morning, Ethe" Blake returned the princess's bright smile as the boy's eyes narrowed at the to adults 'The fuck is going on?' he thought as Holly headed down the staircase, a duffle bag in one hand and her backpack slung over her shoulder, joining Euanthe's side followed by Jocelyn. Corey now raised a brow "What's going on?" he questioned "Holly is spending a couple weeks at the Night Coven by invitation of Hekate" Blake answered the boy's question as Corey's eyes widened a little, still having not been caught up-to-date of everything that had happened whilst gone. "I hope you don't mind," Jocelyn begun, quickly earning Corey's attention as his eyes widened more, just noticing exactly who had came down the staircase with Holly 'Mrs Smith is here too?!' his mind almost screamed in panic as the woman softly smiled at him "I have put some protection wards up in your room, along with a dreamcatcher spun by dreamweavers, no one should be able to find you here or reach you by the mind" Jocelyn assured him. All he did was nodded his head before heading upstairs. "...is he alright?" Jocelyn asked, not used to seeing that version of the teenager as Blake shook his head "He's gone quiet since the meeting at the council chambers" the man answered, returning the topic to the leaving hypnotic "Remember to be on your best behaviour whilst in Plown, Hekate may be a very easily accepting person, but she is very easily angered if decent manners aren't shown whilst under her roof". "I know, mum's already ran me through everything" Holly told the man before giving her mother a goodbye hug "Keep the protection amulet on, okay?" "I will" Holly assured her mother as the protection and anti-tracking black-stoned pendant hung around the girl's neck.

After a quick exchange of goodbyes, Euanthe and Holly stepped out the front door, closing it behind themselves. A minute later, Jocelyn turned to Blake. "So... dare I ask how long the two of you have been 'close'?" Jocelyn questioned as the man's body stiffened "What are you on about-" "Don't play dumb, Blake, even Corey could see it" the woman cut him off "So spill" she demanded, folding her arms as Blake shot a glare at her "Keep your bloody voice down" "Ah, so I am correct" she smirked "You're courting Hell's Thorn Princess". Blake's hands balled up into tight fists "Yes" he answered in a strained and quiet voice, knowing the four other teenagers of the house were floating around somewhere "But please, keep it to yourself" he asked, nearly begging, enough to make Jocelyn sigh "...you're waiting for her to tell her family first, aren't you?". "She suggested I'd be nowhere near Hell when she does" Blake answered, an answer that nearly busted a laugh out of Jocelyn "As long as you two are on the same page, you can count my lips locked".

Corey stood in front of his bedroom door, staring at the doorknob as though a foreign object before turning his head and looking over at a bedroom door with a small red heart sticker stuck just above it's doorknob. He walked across the hallway, hand meeting the knob and turning and opening the room's door. Corey hesitantly stepped into the white painted room; the student's desk covered in an organised mess of papers and books, her empty shelves filled with the books she had gotten for her thirteenth birthday set out in alphabetical order by author, the plain white sheets on her bed replaced with a lavender shade as a sign that one of the other having been regularly changing the sheets, her bedside table had a new lamp on it that was obviously thrifted most likely by Faith in pure thought of the missing girl, a black rug with its edges circled with a repeating moon phase laid on the dark floorboards by the bed. He slowly sat down on the bed, eyes becoming glassy as he took in the room, one he knew was becoming more and more like his missing friend each day.