Muse Stats::Brielle

Name: Brielle “Bria” James
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What: Witch, demon, trickster mix (and dear gods did it blend too well)
Duties: Part time bartender
Age: looks early 20′s
Sexuality: Pansexual
Talents: Elemental control, reality warping, teleportation, curse work, chaos magic

The youngest of Chayton’s kids, Brielle was a complete accident. She was the product of a weekend fling when her dad wasn’t in the best headspace and her mother abandoned her on his doorstep when she was 2 months old. Her brothers’ mom was there for her, but it was never really the same (despite the fact that Gypsy treated her no differently than Jesse or Dyson). When she was old enough, Chayton told her the truth and it…did not go over well.

Bria is a bit of a mess. She definitely took on some of the worst aspects of her father and grandfather. It doesn’t help that her abilities are harder to control because it’s just too much. 

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He knew Colette didn’t deserve to be snapped at, but his brain had brought up memories he didn’t want and being around people when he was like this never went well. She was getting too close anyway. It was probably past time his shit attitude scared her away. “Fuck off,” came the answer, releasing her hand and shoving it away with more force than needed. “Go find someone else to bother. Or do you really not have anyone else?”

When he let go, she rubbed at her wrist a little, glaring but not backing down. If anything, Wilder should have realized just how stubborn she was at this point. “Oh there are always other people to bother, but I prefer to bother you,” she returned as she crossed her arms. “And you acting like a jackass isn’t going to make me run off like a scared puppy, so save the routine for someone else.”

Baby Blues

It was pure chance, really, that Chayton had actually been home for longer than a day or so. After Jesse and Dyson had hit a certain age, he had gone back to being pretty nomadic. Sure, the boys were always welcome to join him, but, more often than not, it was Judas that was tagging along and getting into trouble. Of course, that didn’t mean Chay didn’t get up to his own trouble. The aftermath of some of it finally coming back to bite him in the ass. 

Not many people knew where to find him, but anyone with a knack for magic could easily do a tracking spell if they had an example of his DNA. It didn’t take a genius to realize that was how anyone had tracked him down to his exact apartment. 

Most of the people he knew never bothered to knock, so it had put him on edge, the markings on his skin flaming to life, pale blue light dancing over his skin as he opened the door slowly. Frowning, he glanced around, the only thing out of a place being a baby carrier in front of his door, covered with a light blanket, a note resting atop of it with his name carefully written out. 

Chayton,

You’re an asshole to find, I can’t handle a kid, and there’s no way she would survive in the foster care system. I don’t know what the fuck you are, but this kid is too damn much and she’s only 2 months old. Seriously, what the actual fuck are you? Actually, you know what, I don’t care. Tell the kid whatever you want about me, just keep her the hell away from me.

-Annalise. 

He remembered the woman, a witch from somewhere down in Alabama. Or was it Georgia? He couldn’t remember quite where, but she had been a weekend thing. There had been absinthe involved, he remembered that much. Her attitude towards having a kid was bothersome, but not really shocking. She hadn’t been the nicest person. Honestly, she had been more of Judas’s type than his own, but it hadn’t mattered at the time. 

Slowly, he lifted the blanket to actually look at the baby, a little shocked to see she was wide awake. He had never seen an infant so perfectly still and quiet. His boys had only ever been like that when they were asleep. 

The stillness lasted only a couple of breaths before the child let out a shrill string of baby babble, her bright blue eyes lighting up as she tried to reach for him. Something in her seemed to recognize him and, for a moment, Chayton just stood there in a complete and total panic. 

With his sons, he had had their mother. Gypsy had definitely been better at the parenting thing than he had been, although he did try. Which made her the obvious choice for the rambling, panic filled text message that likely didn’t make much sense

Naturally, the child picked up on the mood and her happy sounds turned to distressed ones before the lights in the hall shattered. It was enough to snap him back into focus enough to busy himself with trying to calm her, if only to keep her from bringing the place down until he could figure out what the hell he was supposed to do with her.