"Bless You!" Sighed Gia, As She Inhaled Deeply. She Didn't Smoke Frequently, Especially Now That She

"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?"

Biting her lip, Gia giggled softly as he lifted her top over her head and brushed his fingers through her hair. Cupping his face in her hands, she pulled him close, trailing her lips against his skin, gentling biting his earlobe. Pressing her eyes closed as his fingertips explored her flesh, her hands dropped to his shoulders, resting her forehead against his. He wasn't the only one who felt the tension between them. No matter how many times they had each other, Gia hungered for more. He seemed to know what she wanted, what she needed without her ever having to say a word and seemed to need it, as well. Gia couldn't have said where it began but deep down, she hoped it never ended. Whether it was in bed or simply a conversation, he had a way of making her feel whole, somehow, in a way she never seemed to without him. She'd never communicated this - or even tried - all she knew was that she needed him closer. Growing frustrated with all the buttons, she met his eyes. "Hope you don't like this shirt too much," she growled softly before ripping it off and hurling it in a heap at their feet. Her hands eagerly explored the delicious curves of his muscles. When he whispered to her, she gently touched his cheek, smiling warmly, her fingers tracing his jaw down to his chin, to his chest and lower, lower. As he said he needed to take her to bed, she leaned against him and nodded early. "I was beginning to wonder when you'd say that," she joked, pressing her lips to his, before her pulling away, teasingly, her hand entwining with his as she backed up, towards the bedroom.

Wild Ones | Gia & Everett

Everett could feel the ferocity in her touch, and it only fueled his want for her. He and Gia shared a bond so different than anything else in the world; it was one that he didn’t know he could describe to others. All he’d ever be able to say when asked about her was that she meant the world to him. He’d do anything for her; he’d die for her. And hell, they practically had a daughter already in Devon.

Everett sighed against her lips, his hands travelling down her sides, gripping the fabric of her shirt and pulling it up and off of her. His fingertips brushed against the exposed skin of her torso while the other came up to brush her hair back from her face, then his fingertips brushed down her jawline. His lips formed a bit of a smile as he gazed down at her, their lips just barely touching. “Good God…” he sighed out before brushing his nose past hers.

They’d both agreed that this wasn’t exclusive. They could both be with whoever they wanted. And Everett had definitely had his fair share in the non-exclusiveness of this… whatever they were. But, he had to admit that nothing felt better than this. It felt cliche of him to think it, but it was true; she fit perfectly in his arms. He was well over six foot, and she still fit into him perfectly.

He’d never been too religious. He didn’t know if he believed in God or not. But in these moments, he had to believe there was some higher power that had put them on the path to each other. “Think I need to take you to bed,” he said, leaning down and letting the tip of his nose run down her neck, taking in the scent of her skin.

Isn’t that a good thing? she was on the verge of asking, when he said Ariella was going to release the wolves. The words were on her tongue, ready to be breathed into existence when he continued. She could feel the blood draining from her face when he continued, her fingertips felt cold. For a moment, even Gia Desstrin was lost for words. It had hardly faded from Gia’s mind that she had once been one of those wolves, she had shared the addiction with them, the thrill, the lust. She’d been spared the worse ramifications - being held by vamps and subject to whatever horrors they might choose to inflict. Gia had escaped that, but Everett had not. Gia knew that sacrifice had weighed on his conscience since the very day he’d turned them over and she could see that reflected back tenfold now. Gia’s throat felt dry, dry and raw. Swallowing was like breathing in sand. “Oh, Everett,” she shook her head. “I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry.” She’d been such a fool. All those years ago, she could have spared everyone a little pain through the rest of their lives, if she’d just swallowed a little then. But she’d been weak instead, they’d all been weak, save Everett. If there was anything she wished she could take back, it was that. Clearing her throat, she shook her head, trying to process everything he was telling her. She couldn’t look at him when she asked the next question. “Any wolf?” Hesitantly, she met his eye, again. She had to know how far this went, if Everett might be forced to kill Tristan or herself, or if it was those who had succumbed to the V all those years ago, poor devils. Gia could picture each of their faces and wondered how she’d been snatched from their terrible fate. Gia let out a long breath before turning to him, cupping his face in her hands, she tilted her forehead to touch his. His skin was soft, his breath warm. His face was a mask of misery and Gia felt as if there were hands wrapped around her delicate throat, strangling the air from her lungs to see him suffering. “I know it can’t feel like it,” she whispered. “But what you’ve done is a mercy.” She pulled back slightly to brush the hair from his face. “God only knows what the vampires would do. Now it’s their choice to live and to breathe free air. I imagine they’d agree it’s worth the risk.” She pressed a tender kiss to his poor creased brow. “Everett, listen to me. You’ve do e better than stand up to some ancient vampire queen, you’ve stood up for us. What Pack could possibly ask more?”

Aftermath || Gia & Everett (closed)

He let out a breath, closing his eyes and leaning his head into her hand. It was scary how comfortable she made him feel. He’d been all but ready to surrender his role as packmaster, but seeing her and the way she so fiercely believed in him - like he did in her - made him pause. He knew he was a good leader most of the time; but the decision he’d been forced to make… It wasn’t easy.

"Let’s go sit down, babe," he said, his deep voice low as he spoke. He combed his fingers through her long, brown, silky hair. He let her hand him the drink she’d made before they walked over and sat down. He let out a long breath before taking a sip off of the drink she’d made him. It was nice and strong, just like he needed it. Gia always knew exactly how to take care of him.

"She told me that she was gonna release those wolves," he told her, looking over at her. When he’d first become packmaster, Ariella had come to him and said that the vampire community was volatile towards the pack; and to appease the angered crowds, she asked for the three wolves that Everett had abjured for choosing to continue using instead of get clean. Everett had sworn to himself when he became packmaster that he would always choose pack. And even though he’d grown up with those three wolves; they were no longer part of the pack. And in order to protect the pack, he’d agreed that she could have them.

"But she…" he looked over at Gia; knowing this next part would hit home, "She said she tried to get them to relapse and they didn’t. So she got the vampire community to agree to let them go… On my word that I would kill any who relapsed.” Guilt and self-loathing washed over him. His whole frame seemed to collapse from the burden of this. His head dropped, and he shook his head. “All I could think was that I’d rather do it myself and know they didn’t suffer than let them be at the hands of vampires who might torture them.”

Everett - a man who’d probably only cried once or twice in his entire life - was close to tears. “What kind of leader agrees to kill his own kind? What will the pack think of me?” he whispered, a hand coming to his face and running down it, “The pack deserves better than me. I… I can’t even stand up to a fucking fanger.”

Mama Wolf & Pup | Gia & Devon

"Devon!" Gia’s house floated through the town house they shared. "Time for dinner!" One hand on the bannister, she leaned upwards, knowing her voice would easily carry to the younger wolf. Stepping back down onto the floor, she returned to the kitchen, which was set up on the second floor.

"Want a cocktail?" She inquired of the other female as she came traipsing in. "I’ve got bourbon, gin, and vodka." She frowned, glancing towards an empty bottle. "Never mind. Just bourbon and gin." Gia had brought home food, take-out. She occasionally cooked, but it definitely was not her strong suit. Putting the bag on the counter, she arched a brows. "Hungry?"

Gia settled down onto the park bench beside her and held out a slender paper bag. "Yeah, but I couldn't hand them a little liquid cheer, now could I?" She offered a sympathetic smile and pulled a bottle of Jack out. "Wanna share?" she inquired. She hadn't really meant to disturb the other female, but she'd been walking along and had heard her sniffling and it wasn't in Gia's nature to walk in when she saw someone suffering. Then again, if Charlie wanted to be alone, she'd leave her with the bottle and go. She didn't want to push herself on the girl, either. No one knew better the trials of family troubles better than Gia.

Jack Tears { open }

Her shoulders didn’t stop shaking as she cried. After having a shouting match with her father, Charlotte ran away from her home and somehow ended up near a park. The night was dark and cold, but sitting on a park bench was much better than being home. Sighing, she used her sleeve to wipe her tears. Charlie had almost calmed down, but when she saw someone’s shadow in front of her, she jumped in her seat.  

"You know, if you wanted to see someone cry you could just turn on your TV."

Teen Wolf 4.03 Muted: Malia Tate