Ahmya I M: Ava and her baby

Ahmya growled, knowing the woman wouldn't leave her alone. She hugged her month old baby close to her body, kissing the little thing on its forehead and deciding whether or not to answer her "sister". She didn't even acknowledge the woman putting her chin on her shoulder, she just clutched her baby tighter. The thing was sleeping in her arms, but was starting to stir now.

"We're not married, we don't need to give into trivial labels like that. We're in a commited relationship, he's my partner. Who cares anyway?" She paid careful attention to the child as it started to stir in her arms. It was just moving positions now, not waking up just yet.

Phantom I M: Arlin, Kestral and Jackson (Ind.)

Phantom smiled at his little daughter. She smiled back at him before reaching for a hug. She pointed at her stomach. She was hungry, well, Phantom could fix that. He headed out to the kitchen, thinking he would find something to give the girl for food. His eyes were tired, he looked exhausted beyond measure. And the truth was that he was exhausted beyond measure. He hadn't been able to sleep almost at all since the mansion attack. It wasn't what you think though, it wasn't about losing his daughter that he was having nightmares about, well, more like flashbacks. He was the one to pull Jackson away from his dead lover. He had to drag the man away from her, him trying to fight him the whole time. The man had refused to move, to care about his safety at all. It made Phantom very sad thinking about it, he was jsut glad his daughter hadn't seen.
It impacted him badly, it had been the same position he had been in when he had lost his own beloved, his light. He let out a sigh, and continued to the kitchen. When he got there he saw Arlin cooking. He set his child to sit down on a bare spot on the counter, then he went over to see if he could assist the other man. He was actually a good cook, as he had learned the skill while taking care of Kestrel.
"I can assist you in cooking if you desire. I have some skills, and my child is hungry for the food you are cooking." He said, gesturing to the mute girl on the counter. She nodded and smiled in response, then patted her tummy. He had been learning sign language for her, but he hadn't started teaching her before he mastered it. She needed to learn to talk or communicate some way.

She was shaking even after Nyx let her go. Her neck had bruises on it, she could feel them already forming. She looked over as Jericho asked her if she was alright. She just nodded weakly and gave him a half-hearted smile, seeming nervous and scared. She was very shaken up by Nyx, but she was also upset because she had seen Lev and he had acted apologetic towards her. She hated him, she really did. He was horrible, he had hurt her and his wife. She felt betrayed by the man still, no matter if he protected her or not.
"A-are you o-okay?" She suddenly asked Jericho, noticing he seemed suddenly upset. She approached him and sat on the couch, but she sat far from him and watched him closely to make sure he wasn't going to hurt her either. She had trust issues. She still tried to help others, but no one helped her, so she felt abandoned constantly by everyone. She wanted Ripper, if he was there then he wouldn't ever abandon her.

Nyx || Mentions: Levushka

Fingers tight, Nyx was on the brink of snapping this wretch's neck once and for all. However, she was stopped when a familiar presence pulled her away from Goddess. She didn't want to go, she wanted to end that womans life here and now, but she knew Lev wouldn't allow that. "Come on, Nyx. Relax for me." His words were comforting, she felt less agitated and angry, but she couldn't help but feel enraged and upset at the same time. Everything is just, wrong.

Lev had led her to their room, and had set down on the bed, sitting down beside her, comforting her it seemed. "We'll get her back, my love." Nyx shook her head slowly, solemnly, she clenched her fists tightly for a moment, than a moment later they relaxed. "We can stay here as long as you like. Just don't go around murdering people yet." Scoffing quietly she shook her head, and placed her hands on her forehead, resting her elbows on her knees. "Why- why did she have to help Goddess... she'd still be here, and safe. But I- I let her go by herself," she muttered through clenched teeth, squeezing her eyes closed.

"What if-" she began to mumble, but stopped herself. There was no 'what ifs' in this situation. Dakota would survive, she would get out of there alive. And Nyx would make sure damn of it.

Taking a deep breath in, steadying her rapid heart rate, Nyx pulled her hands away from her face, wiping her eyes, exhaling slowly. "They took four of us... right?" There was no time for her to cry. There was no time to waste. They had to find them, Dakota, as soon as possible. She stood up slowly, and walked over to the closet, grabbing one of her baggy sweaters, pulling it up and over her head. Then, she had a thought. "If- no.. its been three weeks since... could Kiril follow old scents? Or, do we have any allies that can follow old aura trails?" It was best to talk of this now, instead of getting herself rallied up and storm back downstairs to throttle Goddess. They could talk about then, and maybe... maybe then they could formulate a plan and get everyone else on it- "We'd have to get armour and weapons first," she muttered to herself.

Jackson I M: Aztec and Dia

Jackson stared blankly at the wall. Three weeks, yet it felt like it had been barely days since he had... well he was trying his best not to let that consume him. The man hadn't been doing well at all, he was constantly consumed with his grief and it was wearing on him. He almost never slept, or ate, or really did anything besides do his best to take care of Aztec, but he barely had any energy to do that. He was wasting away, he couldn't ever get past it, he just wanted to die to be with her again. He would never act upon those thoughts though, not with his kids who needed him.

He glanced over at Dia, who had just walked in the room with Aztec clinging onto her like usual. Dia had taken the news of her mother's death- er, sorta mother's death very hard, but the girl was somehow toughing through it and was taking care of herself and her brother. He sighed, not knowing what to do or even say to them. He was having a hard time bonding with Aztec, mostly because when he saw him he thought of Glory, and thoughts of Glory made him tear up and shut down.

"Daddy, I made you a sandwich." Dia told him, handing him a plate with a ham and cheese and mayo sandwich on it. He placed the sandwich on the nightstand beside him. He was sitting on the floor using the bed as a backrest. He gave her a very weak and forced smile and Dia smiled back. She gently broke away from her brother to go and hug Jackson, wrapping her arms around him. He felt her start to cry against him and he sighed sadly, pulling his daughter close to him. He shed a few tears too, but did his best to hide them from his daughter. He pulled Aztec into the hug too, letting him hold onto his sister. He was a horrible single father, he wasn'r even able to give his kids anything they needed like love or attention. Phantom had stepped up... why couldn't he? He was just consumed with grief still, he couldn't get past it.

"I love you guys..." He murmured shakily to them both, not pulling away. Maybe he wasn't the one who was best to raise the kids. Zaphara would do a better job raising them then he ever would, anyone would do a better job. He hugged them tight, closing his glossy eyes. Closing his eyes brought back flashbacks of holding his beloved lifeless in his arms. He would give anything to see her smile at him again, or even yell or get mat. He just wanted her back, he needed her. He had gone through Ibex and found a way out just to be back with her, just to wrap her up in his arms and kiss her, to hold her close. And Aztec was a happy surprise, such a happy surprise. They finally had had a family together, finally everything had been perfect and then she had been ripped from him.

"I love you too daddy." He heard Dia said and he let them both go, trying to wipe the tears away from his face. He gave her the saddest, smallest, fakest smile ever before he looking down and staring at the floor. He was shutting don again, there was too much pain and he was trying to block it out by shutting down.

Dia I M: Aztec and Jackson

Dia watched her dad seem to shut down. It made her sad, really sad. She wanted her dad more now than ever, and he wasn't there. Dia started to tear up, wanting to cry like her father had. She pulled her brother over into her arms, looking down at him. She wished that her dad would be strong, Aztec needed him more than he knew. She missed Glory, she would've been there for them, she was always there for them.