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Fri May 31, 2019 3:21 am

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September 13th, 2019
The corridor is quiet, filled with a body that has gone still and three people too stunned to react. No pulse, no breath, Oliver Garret is dead. His body has already gone cold, abandoned of any source of life. Skye still holds his hand, saying a prayer in her mind to any god who will listen. Except then she knows she has to let go. So, she rests his hand on his chest, gently, like she's afraid of hurting someone who cannot feel anymore.

A numbness has entered her chest, drying up her tears and settling in her bones. She almost welcomes it, even though she knows it doesn't mean anything good. Still, it's better than feeling the pain and grief and panic that had encompassed her before.

She can hear the party continuing on in the ballroom, unaware that they've just lost the guest of honor. She knows they cannot stay here forever, because the night will move on and someone will enter the hallway with the intentions of getting more booze or going to the bathroom. No, they must be sensible.

"We need to call someone." She says, wiping the tears away, though she doesn't pull her phone out from her pocket, "The police or an ambulance or something."

She finds it easier to think of what to do next. A step by step plan. It's easier than thinking about the reality. Call someone, tell them what happened, they'd probably have to give official statements, get questioned, then they'd be allowed to go home. She doesn't want to think that far though. No, she doesn't want to think about going home, having to tell her grandparents what happened, having to go to sleep alone knowing her friend is dead. So, she'd just have to focus on the immediate steps.

Fri May 31, 2019 11:56 pm

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Lachlan could barely even think, or see, or hear. He was completely taken over by the anger at everyone and everything that had happened in his entire life. His hands were on the sides of Oliver's face and when he pulled them back, his hands were shaking aggressively. He punched the grounds on the sides of Oliver's head. He heard Skye starting to rationalize their next steps and he leaned back looking up at her.

"We can't call the police. What can they do? What even happened here?" He was angry, and that was clear, but he was doing the thing where he was whispering loudly. The last thing he wanted was some punch drunk idiot to come walking out the door to see what was going on. Lachlan was looking at Skye, though, and something in his heart changed. This was his girlfriend, and she was being rational. He needed to be rational, too.

Something flipped in Lachlan, visually. He went from angry crying, to on a mission. He pushed himself off the ground and pushed the couch next to the door in front of the door so no one could open it when they were not ready. He walked back to the pair and crossed his arms. He refused to look at Oliver and just looked at the girls.

"You're right. We need to do something about this." In that moment, it was like Lachlan had no emotions at all, and maybe that was for the best.

Sat Jun 01, 2019 2:23 pm

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Her mind still couldn't accept what was reality. She couldn't think clearly and she didn't see anyone else in the room. All she could see was Oliver's lifeless body laying there with her hand clasped around his. Delilah was too scared to let go of his hand, because if she did it would make things final. It would mean that he was dead and never coming back. Her desperate attempts to heal Oliver to try and bring him back weren't working and she was growing more angry by the second. How could this be how his life ended? Out of everyone in the world, Oliver didn't deserve this.

She could hear the buzzing of other words as she slowly came back down onto the same earth, she could hear Skye and Lachlan trying to be calm and trying to think of a plan, but how could just be calm and rationalize? How? Delilah's mind was frantic as she kept trying to put the pieces together, but she couldn't. Her heart felt like it was in her stomach, Delilah felt sick to her stomach, but the only thing she could do was cry.

The legacy of Cupid was tired of losing people, from losing her friends back when they were thirteen, to losing Jules when she went to school, to losing her father when he went to prison. Now she had to lose Oliver too? Was she just the common denominator? Was she the reason all these things kept happening? On top of always feeling like you're losing people, the daughter of Epione felt as if she were a failure. Failure to her mother's name, failure to helping Oliver in his time of need. If she had just said something sooner, maybe none of this would happen.

The two of them just trying to make a plan increasingly made her anger worse, "Just shut up." Delilah said quietly with sadness laced in her voice. Her throat was still tight from crying, and she couldn't make the feeling go away no matter how hard she tried. "He just died and your main concern is calling people? We can't do that. We don't even know all the information." Admitting the fact that he was dead was like pulling teeth, it was a brutal and tough process. No part of her wanted to admit that he was dead. It felt like the Skye thing all over again. You get close to someone and then they just die and you have to be there for everyone else. You have to help out and plan the funeral. How were they even supposed to tell Jasmine?

Sat Jun 01, 2019 2:52 pm

Skye takes a breath, slow and steady. She stands up, retreating to where Lachlan stands. She knows she has to tell them what happened, all of it, but for now she just sticks to the root of it, "It was his dad, he possessed him."

If they ask why, she'll have no answers. She wouldn't even know why a god was taking such an involved stance in his child's life in the first place. She knows, deep down, that he was not here for her. She must've just been a bonus. A chance to terrorize another person. Sometimes she wished they just stayed far away, lived in their cities in the sky and never concerned themselves with the affairs of mortals, or even half mortals. Wouldn't everything be easier that way?

Skye is startled when Delilah tells them to shut up, but she does for a second, looking at Lachlan and then back to Delilah. It feels like an eternity ago that they were dancing in that ballroom together, smiling and laughing. She wants to reverse the clock, go back to that moment, and maybe try again. Maybe if they did things differently, Oliver wouldn't be dead. Though, maybe she'd just have to live it again, or maybe he'd have to die alone.

"We can't just stay here," Skye says quietly, "we have to do something. People will start to notice."

Sat Jun 01, 2019 3:16 pm

Lachlan turned to look at Delilah as she spoke. He knew what he was feeling, but he couldn't imagine what Delilah was going through. She and Oliver had gotten close so quickly and fit together so perfectly, that he couldn't imagine what it'd be like to tear that away. He didn't blame her for just wanting a minute, but what were they supposed to do?

"What are we going to do? Weekend at Bernie's him around the party? He's dead, Liles." Lachlan looked down at the body on the ground for the first time again. His best friend in the entire world, the only person who he felt like knew all of him, was lifeless on the ground. He hadn't even fallen naturally, and none of them wanted to move him. It's not like they were at a funeral and he was all done up to just look asleep. They were here at the spot that he had died. They saw the moment he stopped being. Lachlan completely broke, again.

"Oh my gods, he's dead." Thankfully, Skye had moved so she was next to him, because the son of Fama collapsed into her and started to cry into her shoulder. Lachlan Reid, who never cried, was ugly crying into his girlfriend.

Sat Jun 01, 2019 3:26 pm

It was one of those moments where Deliah felt really alone, but yet she was in a room filled with some of her closest friends. They were also hurting, she knew they were as they had a bond with Oliver as well, but Delilah couldn't help but be selfish in this moment with her emotions all across the board. It was like as a human you instinctively think of more and more things that make you sad to ball up into one cry and this was one of these moments. The biggest thing was just the fact that Oliver was here dead, and there was nothing she could do.

The daughter of Epione hadn't left her spot from which she was kneeling down next to Oliver. Her hand was still laced with his, because even though she could admit he was dead, she didn't want to let go. His hands had no life in them, they were cold, which only made the well of sadness fill up more and more. The legacy didn't want to cry anymore, but that was all she could do. She couldn't even process the information that Skye had given them and she couldn't process the fact that Lachlan was also crying.

"I don't know what we're supposed to do.." She said between sobs, but honestly the weekend at bernies thing wasn't the worst idea, which was probably a testament to how deep Delilah was down the rabbit hole of being sad. "We can go get him back. Letus can't just decide to use his son's body whenever he wants." The brown eyed girl hated the fact that Oliver was just gone, what was there seconds before they walked through the door was gone in seconds after the entered the room. She hated the fact that a god could just manipulate their child int hat way, how was that fair?

It was in a split moment that Delilah had the pieces fit together, "This isn't the first time he's been possessed by his father, I don't think." She said quietly and mostly to her self as her hands moved up to her face to wipe the tears away.

Sat Jun 01, 2019 3:55 pm

The emptiness in her chest has taken over, drying up her tears, making her feel like she's miles away. Despite everything she does to feel grounded, despite the fact that Lachlan is crying into her. She feels like she's watching everything through a dream, and then she'll wake up and everything will be okay. It's a thousand times stronger than the last time this happened. It's like it was waiting for something like this to catch her off guard so it could take over when she was weak and unsuspecting.

She has to force herself to stay onto track, she can't get lost in herself, not now. So, she makes herself speak, bringing her back to the present, "His dad said he was doing what was best for him."

She remembers hearing about Oliver's possession back in June, though it wasn't very detailed, probably from being passed through person to person like a game of telephone. "He had red eyes and his voice wasn't his. Is that what happened last time?"

How long had Letus been around? What was his goal? Why would this be best for Oliver? He seemed all too willing to help her with her memory problems, why wasn't he offering the same for Oliver?

She realizes that it was just hours ago she was planning on telling Lachlan the truth, but now she knows it has to wait. She's not sure how long, but she can't put this on him now. She'll just have to live with it, just like she had before.

Sun Jun 02, 2019 12:58 am

Everything was hitting Lachlan in waves. Waves of anger, calm, and sadness washed over him in turn. After Delilah and Skye spoke, the son of Fama pushed himself up from Skye's shoulder and tried to collect himself. He was trying his best not to let the anger set in again, but it was hard. He could be such a dude bro sometimes: anger taking the place of sadness when he couldn't handle it. Lachlan wiped his eyes and nose with the back of his hand.

"When he collapsed in June, that happened, too." Lachlan said quietly. He didn't really want to talk about logistics. He didn't want to talk about why. He wanted to sit in a dark room with his girlfriend and just be. It was too hard to feel all of this. It was just too hard.

Lachlan looked at Skye. He was so thankful that he was here with her, that they could share in these emotions. He had his girlfriend, but Delilah had lost out on that. The son of Fama grabbed Skye and pulled her into a hug. He put a hand down to Delilah's shoulder, who was still kneeling next to Oliver. They needed to have each other right now.

Sun Jun 02, 2019 1:29 am

It was funny how in a moment all your senses could be heightened but yet they could be so dulled. The pain of the most recent loss in her life was a hard one to take the emotional wounds from. It was like someone had dug their claws into her and dragged through the layers of skin until it'd draw red. It felt as though she was being stabbed and the blade inside kept twisting to find new ways for the pain to be prominent. Delilah hated feeling this way, to feel the pain, to feel the emotions that were deeply rooted into her core. The noise of the party escaped her, in this moment all she could hear was the people in the hall way. If anything were to drop like a needle or a pin she'd hear it, but yet at the same time she couldn't hear anything else.

She could feel the tears dry up on her face, but yet she couldn't feel the new ones running down them. She couldn't feel much besides the emotional pain, but when Lachlan's hand placed on her shoulder, she felt it. It was slightly comforting, but it wasn't enough to bring Oliver back. Lilah's mind was fully focused on trying to solve this, trying to think of a way they could bring Oliver back. That's all Delilah wanted and if she had to switch places with him she would gladly do it. But when they mentioned the other times it has happened she couldn't help but feel the weight on her heart again.

"It happened a week ago too. I should have said something." Delilah's free hand reached up onto her shoulder to clutch at Lachlan's hand. Even though it wasn't the contact she wished for, he was the person she'd usually turn to when she needed someone in her corner. Clutching his hand made her feel as if she were six years old again needing someone to fight her battles for her, but this simply wasn't a battle that could be helped, it was an internal one. "I don't want to leave him." Delilah said as her bottom lip began to tremble.

Sun Jun 02, 2019 12:03 pm

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The son of Letus' body was lying limp on the ground. There was no motion, no breathing, no heart beat. He had been well and truly dead. Meanwhile, his soul was traversing the Underworld, on a vision quest with his father: the man who had killed him. They had come to a deal, though, so as the living trio debated, the ring on Oliver's finger changed, outside of their notice.

Oliver felt Letus' and slam into his chest and instantly it felt like he hit the ground. He took a sharp breath in and his eyes shot open. Part of him expected to be in some deeper part of the Underworld. Oliver could be excused for not finding his dad to be the most trustworthy of the gods. He had killed him after all. But Oliver was back in the hallway of the Apollo, his hand in Delilahs.

Oliver sat up with a start. "Oh gods, I died." He said. His voice was panicky, but he was probably the least confused person in the hallway. "Oh no. Please don't tell my mom." Oliver said, as he turned his head to look at Delilah. Seeing her here, and feeling her hand in his, validated every decision he had made.

Sun Jun 02, 2019 8:30 pm

There are many things Skye had been expecting to deal with. The entrance of a party goer, the sirens of police who had somehow learned of the death, crashing from the ballroom after someone got a little too drunk. She is not expecting Oliver to abruptly sit up as if he had never been gone in the first place. She staggers backwards out of surprise, breaking out of the hug that Lachlan had pulled her into.

"Oh my gods," She says, "Oliver, what happened?"

She has to wonder what sort of deal he made with his dad. That's how these things worked, right? You play by their rules until you can offer them a deal lucrative enough for them to look the other way. Then again, it always ended up working in their favor. That's how she got stuck in the lotus casino for six months. She has to think that through again. Six months. That's half the time she was gone. So, there's six more months unaccounted for. She knows that Letus was never going to give her the full set of memories, after all, it doesn't benefit him. She's lucky he even recognized her.

Mon Jun 03, 2019 1:08 am

Lachlan loosened his arms from Skye's shoulder as she moved away. He was so in his own head between the crying and the anger, that most of his senses had completely shut down. Then he heard the tone in Skye's voice: the mix of shock and happiness. He turned to look down at Oliver. He was sitting up right. Not only that, he looked completely alive. There wasn't a lot of them, but necromancers weren't a total impossibility in New Rome, but he looked totally alive.

Then he spoke, and some part of Lachlan expected to hear Letus' voice like Skye had, but it was Oliver. The exact tone and timbre, with underlying fun. His best friend was back. Lachlan fell to his knees a few feet from Oliver. He looked back and forth between Oliver and Delilah, laughing and crying at the same time.

"You know I need to tell your mom." He clapped a hand onto Oliver's shoulder and shook him a little bit. Jasmine might kill him, honestly. Who can say they got murdered by both their parents? Lachlan met his eyes and for a minute, everything was going to be okay.

Mon Jun 03, 2019 9:05 am

There was no thought as to what would happen next. Delilah couldn't bring herself to do anything. Realistically she knew that something needed to be done and they needed a plan, but all she could let herself do was stay by Oliver's side. He was dead and he wasn't coming back and Delilah would be damned if her very last memory was of him saying the word 'Bathroom'. Part of her was holding on for something different, but part of her knew she wouldn't get different.

No warning was made, but suddenly Oliver began to move and speak. Her first instinct was to her pull her hand away and push herself back for protection, but it wasn't long until she realized that it was actually Oliver. Oliver was back, he wasn't dead, or was he? Delilah hated feeling like this, the sadness, pain and confusion, but she was ecstatic to have Oliver back. Immediately her free hand moved from Lachlan's as she started to wipe away some of the tears that had formed on her face, but that didn't help too much because only more would come down, but these ones were more happy tears than anything.

Delilah had squeezed Oliver's hand gently as her eyes wouldn't move from him. She was careful and she was on edge. She wanted to make sure this was the real deal, that Oliver Garrett was staying around instead of being here for a short time. Delilah had no idea what to say mostly due to the fact she doesn't really know what's happened.

"Oliver, how do you feel?"

Mon Jun 03, 2019 4:34 pm

Oliver was still breathing heavily, not because he needed to, but because it felt nice to be breathing. It was a reminder that he was really alive. He lifted his right hand and looked at it. His skin was the right color. He looked truly alive. Then, his eyes caught the ring. He looked at the ring closer, watching as the dark red in the veins moved incredible slowly. Oliver could feel the ring almost pulsing.

When Skye asked what happened, his head turned to hers. He was so happy that she was okay. He didn't know what exactly she had gone through, but he was so happy that she was fine.

"I... uh... died. I met my dad in the Underworld and he wanted me to like... work in his office building? He said that death was taking me over and he wanted to get me out before something worse happened. I convinced him to let me come back, though." Oliver said, slowly, trying to collect the right information. He intentionally left out some information, though. He didn't want to tell them about his powers or about the deal that he made. That was just too much.

Oliver looked at Delilah. "I feel fine, though. I feel... normal, actually."

Tue Jun 04, 2019 12:49 am

Skye's heart is beating out of her chest. She hate's surprises so much. Still, it is a nice surprise. She just wishes she could've had a little heads up. Maybe like thirty seconds notice so she could be prepared. She would probably not last long in a zombie movie.

Skye isn't immediately convinced that Oliver could just convince a god to let him come back to life. There's always a catch, always something to be gained. Letus wants the dead to stay dead, after all, he sent them after a demigod who had tried to get out of it. Skye has a feeling that even Oliver couldn't have gotten out of death without giving something up. She doesn't bring this up though, she has a feeling there would be a reason he's not talking about it. She settles on talking to him later, when the dust has settled.

For now, Skye can only shake her head, "Oh my god, that was almost so bad." She's not sure how she would've coped with losing Oliver. She can still feel the void in her chest that still has a hold on her. It just leaves her feeling disconnected from the world around her, trying extra hard to break into reality. Would she fall deeper into that until she felt like she was drowning? She couldn't imagine attending his funeral. But he's here. He's alive. She can breathe.

Tue Jun 04, 2019 1:16 am

When Oliver started talking about what happened, Lachlan pushed himself up from the ground and took a step back to stand next to Skye. At this point, he wasn't really thinking. He completely missed any flaws in Oliver's story. Too much had happened in the last few minutes to even process, so his brain was choosing to just live in the moment. It would probably be good for him to track the things that Oliver was saying, but it was a bit late from that. He was smiling wide as he slipped his hand into Skye's.

"Well, dude, uh. What's next?" Lachlan didn't know what it was like to die. None of them did, after all. Would he be tired? Was it like taking a long rest? Lachlan had no idea what Oliver was going to want to do, but he was going to support him no matter what. With his free hand, he wiped the tears from his face.

Wed Jun 05, 2019 1:01 am

Delilah could feel her knees getting sore from kneeling on the hard flooring. She decided to shift her legs in a way that would put them to the one side of her. Feeling his hand finally hold hers back and feeling the life that was now Oliver Garrett again was playing tricks with her mind. Was he even dead before? What had just happened? Did she hallucinate this whole thing? If that were the case surely Lachlan and Skye wouldn't have reacted they way they did. Or maybe this was all just a hallucination. Did she take something at the party? She didn't think that would be the answer, that was the least likely option of them all.

The daughter of Epione could look at Oliver all day. Losing him made her appreciate the time she had with him more. Delilah could spend a lifetime looking into his eyes to try and remember every detail of them so that if she ever did lose him, she'd have the memory to last her until the last of her days. The fear that she could forget how he looked or how he talked started to sink in and honestly she wasn't sure how to feel besides panicked about all these new thoughts that she forgot she wasn't even living in the moment anymore.

"I guess that's good that you feel normal?" Delilah honestly just didn't have much to say in return. He felt fine? He just died. How do you feel normal after that? Some aspects of the world she would never understand, especially in this demigod world of theirs.

Wed Jun 05, 2019 1:25 am

Oliver tracked his friends' faces as he told his story. Lachlan and Delilah seemed just too happy to have him back to think too much into what he said. Skye, on the other hand, didn't seem convinced. Of course she was the one. After everything that she had been through, which Letus had given him even the tiniest sliver into, of course she would know. Oliver held his breath a little bit, but luckily she chose not to press him on it. He exhaled.

"Yeah, I'm gonna... uh... get up." Oliver pushed up from the ground and stood up. He felt a bit light headed for a second, but the longer that he stood, the more normal I felt. If anything, he felt better than ever. For forever, Oliver had always felt unbalanced. He was always trying to control a part of him that just wanted to rebel from who he was. Now, all of him felt like the purest Oliver. He spun the ring around his finger with a bright smile and stable confidence. Deep, deep in his eyes, something was the tiniest bit different, but that would go unrecognized by most people.

"So, I'm good! Let's drop the sad faces. We have a party to get back to!" He snapped his fingers and pointed at Lachlan. "And I heard a rumor that there might be a bit more booze around this place somewhere that is totally stealable." Oliver turned to the door, and then turned back to the group.

"Why is there a couch in front of the door?"

Wed Jun 05, 2019 2:05 am

Skye stares at Oliver, waiting for the other shoe to drop. There has to be a catch, he can't be back. They can't just get everything they want, experience has told her that. She has to wonder how big that deal he made with his dad was. It must be, if he can come back to life within ten minutes and be ready to party again. She however feels like she's slowly drowning, every second getting worse and worse. She's not sure what the end game is here, but she knows that going back to that ballroom and acting like nothing ever happened is something she cannot do.

"Are you sure, Oliver? She asks, hoping that he'll reconsider, "You just died, are you sure you don't want to take it easy?"

Wed Jun 05, 2019 2:20 am

Lachlan felt like he had whiplash, and he was sure that Skye and Delilah felt the same way. Oliver was probably the person who felt the best of all of them right now. If the son of Letus could literally rise from the grave and go party, so could they. Anyway, Lachlan wasn't one to turn down a party for many things. So, Lachlan clapped his arm around his best friends shoulder, and tapped his chest twice.

"Yeah dude. Let's get our party on." Lachlan said. He laughed along as Oliver asked about the couch in front of the door.

"It's not like we could have someone walk out on your corpse on the ground. That wouldn't have looked good on us, and especially Skye." Lachlan turned his head around and winked at Skye. He had to wonder if the girls were doing fine. He was privy to partying in a way they weren't in the first place, and they had both just been through some stuff, anyway. He knew that they would agree with him, though. When your friend dies and comes back to life, you do what they want to. That's a normal rule, right?

Wed Jun 05, 2019 10:46 am

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As Oliver got up, Delilah's hand slipped out of his before she would also get up. It felt as if it had been forever since the last time that she had stood up. She could feel the blood rushing to her legs as they felt a little tingly, but not too bad. Her legs hadn't completely fallen asleep. In some aspect Delilah just wanted to go home and sleep, but the words that came out of Oliver's mouth for what they should do next was beyond what she would have guessed.

He just died and came back feeling normal. Normal enough to want to go back in and party. Delilah wasn't sure how she felt about that. She herself didn't want to go back in, but how could you even begin to say no to a simple request like that after someone just died? He wasn't asking for the world, he was just asking for a good time at his own birthday party. It'd be a mistake to not give in and just do it. The legacy of Cupid could handle going to the party for a while longer, if it meant Oliver's happiness. Who knew, maybe it'd even be fun if she allowed herself that. After all her and Lachlan got fairly tipsy earlier.

"Alright, do you know where this said alcohol is? Because if you want to party, a party we will have." Delilah said placing a grin on her face while facing the boys, but she couldn't help, but look back to Skye to see how she was doing.

Wed Jun 05, 2019 8:22 pm

Oliver looked back at Skye when she asked if he was sure that he wanted to go to the party. What kind of party did Oliver turn his nose up at? He especially wasn't going to pass up his birthday party. His friends were in there enjoying the party that was thrown for him. It was totally for him.

"Of course I wanna go back in! I'm alive! Isn't that what birthday parties are for? Celebrating life? Let's go into that hall and celebrate my life!" The boys picked the couch up and moved it back to where it had come from. Once the door was unblocked, Oliver clapped a hand over Lachlan's shoulder and stuck a hand out to Delilah for her to join them.

It was weird, coming back to life. In one sense, it taught you how easy it was to find yourself dying. Oliver had done nothing to earn his death. He hadn't jumped out of a plane or gotten involved in a drug deal gone wrong. He had just died. On the other hand, he had come back. With that came a weird kind of invincibility complex that Oliver was trying to fight, even now. All of that, mixed with a new sense of control and a deal with his demon dad, had changed Oliver Garrett, maybe in a couple noticeable ways, but mostly unnoticeable. Oliver would no longer be afraid to fight, to defend, but he'd always be looking over his shoulder. Who knows what else would come?

Wed Jun 05, 2019 10:27 pm

Skye desperately doesn't want to go back to the party. Except this is Oliver's birthday party, and he's just come back to life. If he can walk back into that ballroom and act like nothing ever happened, so can she. Even if she feels like she had just been dead herself. Maybe that's what she needs, maybe she needs to get out of her head for just a little bit. Maybe she can drink until that emptiness takes over and she can't feel anything, good or bad. Right now she's caught somewhere in the middle, feeling so disconnected from the good, until the bad takes over. Maybe a stiff drink can chase the rest of those emotions away. At least, she hopes.

So she nods, trying to rid her face of any hesitation, "Let's do this," She says, and she slips her hand into Lachlan's.

Wed Jun 05, 2019 11:27 pm

Lachlan looked at Delilah as she asked about booze. He gestured dramatically with a free hand. "I'll set the boys on it. Leighton is like a bloodhound when it comes to hard liquor." Then, they lifted the couch and moved it to exactly where it had been. Lachlan wiped his hands off dramatically and looked around the hallway. Everything looked like they had never been here. Oliver's death hadn't be violent, and there was no spot where he had hit to ground. They'd put the couch back and he could hear Sucker by the Jonas Brothers playing out of the speakers inside. Everything was normal.

Lachlan felt Oliver's arm on the back of his neck and hanging over his shoulder and he felt as Skye's hand in his. He squeezed her hand and clapped his arm around Oliver's waist. When Delilah was at Oliver's side, everything was just right in his eyes. The four of them walked to the door and pushed it open to reenter the party.

And Lachlan's friends came through. The boys collected booze bottles from who knows where and the party truly started. Lachlan grabbed a fifth of Jack and cracked it open, taking Skye's hand and starting to the dance floor.

Thu Jun 06, 2019 12:23 am

Delilah watched as the boys moved the couch back to where it had previously been before.The hallway that they were in was beginning to look like nothing had even happened. Luckily whatever happened to Oliver was very much internal and they could just turned their back on whatever happened and either not talk about it again or talk about it at a later date. For the moment Oliver was still alive and didn't seem to be going down any time in the next few hours His birthday needed to go on, what was the point if everyone else got to have fun without you on your birthday?

The legacy walked up to Oliver and took his hand again. The four of them were joined as they came back through the doors into the party. The music was loud, people were dancing and singing along to what was playing. The song instantly brought a smile to her face as she recognized it being the Jonas Brothers. Other people could be seen playing the games that they had set up.

Eventually Lachlan and his boys had found the booze and so Delilah held up a bottle of scotch and waved it lightly in front of Oliver with a big smile. "This is a similar bottle to what we were drinking when we had that awesome jam session." Delilah spoke as she opened the bottle and offered it out to him, "Birthday boy drinks first."

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