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Ezra Miller in Fantastic Beasts: The Crimes of Grindelwald (2018)

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KILLIAN:

     Thanking the bartender with a nod and sliding him cash for a tip, he turned to the other once he spoke. “Fruity definitely has it’s place that’s for sure…” nodding, letting the strain of silence fall between them again. Killian was really aiming on slamming back his drink, maybe having one more, and then be on his way. For him it was early, unsure if he could be trusted to stay any longer—yet there was something cementing him where he stood. It was like vague urge, a disguised yearning pushing him little, by little to take a chance. Another swig coupled with him chewing his left cheek, his mouth open only to be beaten to the punch. 

     “Hmm, to be more cliche, no I’m actually new.” his smile was small, hidden behind the rim of his glass. “How about yourself? Definitely don’t seem like—” his eyes traced the other witch head to toe taking him in fully, “someone who enjoys small town bars.” Sasha definitely stuck out, it wasn’t anything so flashy but he didn’t strike Killian as from around here or if he was—definitely was that one flower that bloomed in an open field all on it’s own. 

“ah. new. good luck.” he joked with a stifled laugh, his drink downed in less time than it took for him to slip cash across the counter- already wanting another. he was particularly antsy, especially when talking to strangers (despite his feigned confidence and quick snaps). 

another laugh-- or something smaller left his lips at the last remark, fingers tapping against his empty glass. he wished the second would come sooner, but.. things took time, and unfortunately, he didn’t like to wait. “you’re right. i don’t. but putting yourself in the same noisy bar every night can get.. almost boring, you know? so... here i am.”

there was another pause, and he took the opportunity to speak again before the confidence left his body. he had noticed that in the midst of his thinking, his face had contorted into a small grimace-- but he shook that off and let his lips curl into a small smile. “i’m sasha, by the way. i’m fond of learning people’s names. hope you’re the same.”

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KILLIAN:

location: deadwood, heaven’s tavern, bar counter

time: 7:02 pm

who: open

    Getting the feel for the place must have originated from an extrasensory wytch, the very least an empath since nothing felt more true for Killian. Places, much like people, are impressionable and soak up energies that many believe intangible. Deadwood felt like a sponge of misdirected energies, memories lingered like tampered film that were stamped across the walkways and trails around this town. Being here less than a few days, was proving that this place was a far cry from the normal towns he’s ever passed through. The whole day he kept feeling this chest tightening from the eeriness that blanketed sections of Deadwood. Like all his instances, at least what he calls his visions, were odd and never straightforward but all he knew was before he headed back to the lodge he needed something stiff to cool off his psychic sensations. 

    Heaven’s Tavern seemed like any other dive bar he’s entered, making his way pass the pool tables and aproached the counter, “ Straight rye please.” the women behind the countered nodded, though the stranger beside him caused a crack in his stern expression, “Oh! Sorry, I just cut in front of you with out skipping a beat, didn’t I?” Where was his manners? “I apologize about that, whiskey vision and all.”  

“oh, it’s alright.” he smiled, watching the other with interest. it wasn’t that often that you were treated politely in any type of bar (unless something was wanted of you), so he found no point in holding any ill feelings from such a small interaction.. after all, his drink could wait- it wasn’t his first of the day. upon the bartender’s return, he ordered himself a gin and tonic- he was in something of a simple mood. it wasn’t often that he came here, he was a devout armania customer, but he needed a change of scenery.

“i’m more of a.. fruity drink gal myself, but sometimes i like to switch things up.” he joked, waiting on its arrival. his fingers tapped against the counter as he wandered among his thoughts, small talk was always a hit or miss with him. though he had only been silent for just a moment, it felt like an eternity, and he found himself stumbling over his thoughts and ideas in his head and decided to say whatever came to mind. a good idea? maybe, maybe not. they’d find out.

 “so, here- let me pull a cliche.. you come here often?”

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SID:

ATTN: @shnvk LOCATION: st. mark’s comics, manhattan, ny DATE: april 22nd, 2011

♪♬♪ I MADE A WRECK OUT OF MY HAND, I PUT IT THROUGH A WALL… I MADE A FIST AND NOT A PLAN, CALL ME A RECKLESS WRECKING BALL ♪♬♪

An earbud dangled from Sid’s neck as he bobbed his head to the beat, flipping through comic books with a long-practiced expertise. His iPod rested safely in his front pocket (an outdated, bright purple, banged-up Nano), and Mother Mother blasted from it, part of the never-ending loop of music Sid had on constantly. The world was a very loud place, and while he couldn’t stop it or abstain, he could certainly drown it out. “The Gods are loud,” he mumbled, not quite realizing he was speaking aloud, “but this bass line’s louder.”

His classes ended two hours before Sasha’s did, thanks to his status as a senior and the chance for spare periods that came with it. That meant that most of his afternoons were spent working after school, and killing time until his best (and, for the most part, only) friend was free. He’d been lucky, to have nabbed a job at his LCS in his sophomore year. It was just a station away from his grandparents’ Gramercy Park townhome, so it had been on his route anyways, and he’d been going there for years when they offered him a job.

He just restocked and resorted comics, mostly. It wasn’t anything exciting, but it was a good way to get spending money, a great way to get cheap comics, and a terrific way to kill time. Some days were great, like New Comics Day, when the shop would flood with readers, scrabbling to get their hands on the latest issues of their comics of choice, where it would be so busy Sid wouldn’t have a moment of standing still, occupied with light conversation and lots of tasks from the start of his shift ‘til the end.

This was not that kind of day, and he was just waiting for the clock to strike 3:30, which was when Sasha usually got to the shop. He knew Sid was working, and they had agreed to meet, though it hardly needed to be said — it was the routine. They’d bum around until nightfall, which was when their days really began.

Sid was so wrapped up in his music, he hardly heard the bell on the door ring, signalling the arrival of a potential customer. It took him a beat to look up, but when he did, his mouth spread into a wide smile, and he waved, knocking down the stack of comics balanced precariously beside him. “Bitch! Took you long enough,” he called across the empty shop, over-confident that his boss or a customer wouldn’t hear him. “Give me a minute to finish up and grab my shit, and then we’ll go.” Technically speaking, he’d been off the clock for half an hour. He’d just been waiting around — but Sasha didn’t need to know that.

now that sid left school a few hours before him, he became so bored that he actually started to pay attention in his last classes. before, he found himself either cutting class or skipping entirely so he could go and meet sid sooner, but.. there were rare occasions where he grew tired of the mischief. despite this, as soon as that final bell rang and signaled the dismissal of the school day, he was already up and out of the front entrance and on his way to meet sid at the end of his shift.

to pass the time on his way over, he pulled out his phone- a black iphone 4- and decided to play a game or two of fruit ninja so the journey would be a little less painful than it already was.. though he suspected it was more painful only because he knew what was to come at the end of it. sasha had never worked a job in his life, and whenever he met sid at his, he almost felt a little embarrassed of that fact, but he could also say in full honesty that he would rather jump in front of a train before he let himself take on a part time job. maybe he was being dramatic.

and finally, his adventure came to an end, practically throwing himself into the shop so his presence was rightfully acknowledged. he waited with his hands on his hips for a moment before sid noticed him, his grin wide as ever at his oh so friendly greeting. “good afternoon, my love,” he gushed in an overly goofy tone.

“oh, i’m so sorry for being late, i was going and getting my edu-ma-cation,” his voice rang through the shop, strolling over to the front counter so he could hoist himself up and sit atop it. “dude, there’s, like, nobody in here. i don’t think i’ve ever even seen your boss before. what do you even do all day?”

he didn’t quite wait for an answer before his next sarcastic and somewhat childish response (not like he ever did). he picked up the first book he saw left on the counter top, bright letters reading ‘captain america’ across the top, “sit around and get intimate with steve?”

fist amidst the hands || sid + sasha.

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— billie !

Despite Maitland being where her Rosy Hill home was Billie spent far more time in Rapid City, where Armania was. Hey, the place had an exclusive floor for vaympires and a floor full of private rooms. Plus it was where Astarte worked, so it was where Billie worked too. It was early doors still and they had like– official proper club bouncers, so she was taking a moment for herself out back to have a smoke.

It’d be fine- her job was to protect idiots from Astarte, and she’d hear about it if any of them ended up inside. So she loitered around the fire exit and nursed a cig, watching the world go by.

She knew it was Sasha approaching by the smell, but generally she was a guy you didn’t wanna disturb mid-thought, so Billie let him be until he noticed her. The comment made her laugh and she shifted away from where she was leaning against the wall to move closer to him, lifting the cigarette from by her side up to her lips to take a drag.

“Don’t sweat it mate.” She assured him. “Back of Armania.”

“ah.” he nodded, taking a look up and at his surroundings once more. he was glad it was her, because he didn’t really like strangers. now that it had been pointed out to him, he felt a little stupid for being blissfully unaware of where he was. no point in beating himself up, things happened, locations slipped out of mind. it was fine. 

“i... find myself getting more and more lost the longer i’m here.” he sighed, finishing off his cigarette before he put it out under the toe of his boot. he then let his hands warm up inside of his jacket pockets. he hated the cold “i don’t think i’ll ever quite get used to this city. feels weird. maybe it’s just me being weird, or something.”

he paused for a moment. “sorry, don’t mean to get all deep on you. had a drink before i left the house.. i think i always find myself around here whether i like it or not. i don’t mind, though.”

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— jax !

“We definitely do.”Jax chuckled as he took a sip of his drink. He had always been intrigued by the people around him, whether they were human or not. How did they differ from him? How were they similar? It was like a game he played in his mind when he talked to new people. “Well there’s where we are similar.” He offered the guy a smile. “I like to people watch. Observe others.” His eyes moved towards the people dancing. “I don’t know… humans can be interesting. If you watch the right ones.” Jax was used to watching humans. Taking them from their natural habitat, playing games with them. It was how he had fun.

“Oh, well I do apologize if I offended you.” Jax said, his eyes moving back towards the guy next to him. From the guy’s wording, Jax wondered if the guy was fully human. He had originally came to the club to get a bite to eat and part of him wondered if this guy was up for it. Jax ran his tongue over his aching teeth before glancing back towards his now empty glass. He had to choose his words carefully. “Hm… well. Fun for me… it’s more… being reckless. Chaotic.” His eyes flickered to the other. “Going to a club, finding someone to drink with, dance with, maybe to bring back to my place and have a little bit more private fun there.” His eyes flickered with amusement. “But my type of fun isn’t for everyone.” Jax shrugged his shoulders. Those private times were meant for feeding but he couldn’t just say that. Not unless he knew what species this man was. 

for the moment, he said nothing. just listened, eyes attentive on the other, taking the occasional sip from his glass until it was empty- then ordering another. he watched the man shrug his shoulders before he himself fell silent, and sasha could not take his eyes off of him; there was something here that made him not quite uncomfortable, but.. odd, to say the least.

“finding someone to drink with, or drink from?” he had met a few vaympires in his life. there was no sure way for him to know if this man was one of them, but when his gut lunged at every blink of his eyes, he figured he could make an attempt at trusting his instincts. “i’m sure i’d turn my nose to your type of fun, but i’m easily persuaded. unless you’re not too fond of wytches, then... i suppose this friendship won’t work out very well, huh?”

he tapped his fingers against his glass as he awaited some sort of response, however it came. it was still full.

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— jax !

“Drinking until you vomit? Now where’s the fun in that?” Jax asked as he watched the guy closely. He had seen his face before but Jax couldn’t quite place him. That happened to him a lot, considering he had just moved to the town four months ago. “Surely you have more than just drinking in mind? Unless you’d be at another bar, one that only serves alcohol and nothing else.” Nothing else, meaning, other desires one might have. 

“Maybe you should try to do something different. Something new and exciting.” Jax suggested. This guy seemed to be all over the place but Jax didn’t mind. It amused him. He hadn’t met anyone quite like this man. “If that’s your life story, you need to get out more.” Jax chuckled as he leaned back in his chair and took a sip of his drink. “I’m here to have fun, just like everyone else in the room.” Jax motioned towards the other supernatural creatures and mortals that were around. “Except my type of fun isn’t drinking and vomiting.” 

“huh. i guess we have very different definitions of fun.” it was a jest, but he- halfheartedly- meant it. there wasn’t much fun in sasha’s daily life, so throwing up in a bar bathroom stall would be the most exciting his nights could get. other than that, his fun came from throwing himself into conversation with no real filter.. exhibit a. “i’m here because i like to people watch... but humans aren’t as fun, you know? too much.. self-preservation.”

it’s half true. he paused, as if to let the other speak-- no, he wasn’t quite done yet. sometimes he wondered if others thought he was too much of a chatterbox, but it didn’t matter. he was a little tipsy anyways. it was either blame it on the alcohol, or blame it on the migraines.

“get out more? you sound like somebody i know..” he rolled his eyes, glass brought to his lips. he took a sip, but held it there. “okay, okay. your wording intrigues me- what’s your type of fun? because, i mean, you’re drinking, so you’re already in on half of my game plan.”

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— jax !

Jax’s body ached from such a long and grueling day of practice and a show. His teeth were practically aching for a bite to eat and he could feel himself becoming a little slow with not having eaten recently. He ran his tongue over his sharp teeth as he walked into the Armania. He had only been there twice since he had came to reside in his cozy little cabin in Maitland but he was always intrigued by it. He liked observing people, seeing who came to the club and what people did while they were there. From his perspective, it looked like a place where you could get just about any of your needs tended to. This was exactly what Jax needed in that moment.

He sauntered into the club, a smile forming on his lips as he watched both men and women practically crawling on each other, dancing and having fun. It was amusing to him, to say the least. Jax glanced around before finding the bar and moving towards it. He took out some cash and slapped it down onto the counter as he ordered a few drinks. His eyes flickered around the room until it fell onto one person near him. “What kind of fun did you come here to have?” He tilted his head to the side as he smirked.

“implying i came here to have fun rather than to drink until i vomit.. you’re a funny one, you.” a smile spread across his face, though there was an underlying truth in all of his upbeat humor. the second of silence was too much for him to handle, too uncomfortable- he was too spitfire to let even a breath pass between what was now the two of them.

“i’m making a joke, but that’s what i came here to do. that’s my idea of fun.” the smile lessened a bit but his tiny grin never faltered. he let his cheek rest against the palm of his hand, index finger of the other running around the rim of his glass. “anyways, now that i’ve indulged my life story to you, i think you could do me a favor and tell me what you’re doing here. hm? you look like you have better things to do.”

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— misty !

Another full moon was coming soon, and with full moons came more visits to her favorite gymnasium in Rapid City. It was homey and secluded enough for Misty to attend it in peace, boxing any pent-up energy away. She was cautious during these times, tiring herself out to adequate levels so she would do nothing rash in the heat of the moment. After a few years, she has gotten good at it and has fallen in somewhat of a routine; she hopes it would not fail her, especially during times where the persecution of supernatural creatures were headlines that would pop up on news apps.

She had been scrolling through an article on a bench which she has been occupying for the past half hour as a “break” from her session. Misty should have been heading straight home, really, with the sky getting darker. But she trusts herself enough to stay out a little later. Besides, she was hungry and was not looking forward to a forty-five minute long drive home on an empty stomach.

A smooth apology and a whiff of smoke, flooding her sensitive nose, broke her concentration. Misty reveals none of her discomfort though, turning off her phone and tilting her head back to look at the stranger; her curls, swept up in a messy bun, move with her. He seems disheveled, lost. Almost as though to confirm her suspicions, he asks her a question that causes her to reveal a small smile.

“You’re in Rapid City, sweetheart. Right in its heart,” she tells him, pointing out all the thriving shops and stores, filled with customers.

Although Misty is unsure if that is enough to elevate his confusion, so she kindly offers, “Are you looking for something in particular? I’d like to think I’m pretty familiar with this place if you need to be shown around.”

“hm.” was all he mumbled at first, finishing off the cigarette and putting it out under the toe of his boot. he thought about the offer for a moment. he had been living here for a little over a year, so he could find his way around without her. would he pretend he had no idea what this place was in order to prolong human contact and pull his mood out of the gutter? absolutely.

“sure. not looking for anywhere specific.” he nods, smile thin- but sincere. it wasn’t all a farce, though, he was unaware of his immediate surroundings. he couldn’t help but feel a little bad about it, but she did offer, and he was entirely free for the rest of the night. was she? she looked busy. whatever. “bring me to your favorite shop, or something. i like to blow money when i’m upset.”

did he sound like an asshole? maybe a bit of an asshole. it’s not like he was lying, again- most things he said were a stretched truth. she seemed nice enough to not make it obvious that she was judging him, so that was enough to put his mind at ease for even a moment.

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— birdie !

@shnvk said: ‘ hey quick question: what the fuck is going on?? ’

Birdie startled before straightening up. “Excuse me?” She didn’t like the way the young man looked at her, nor the way he spoke to her, though she didn’t really want to start an argument with fighting words either. She quickly shut her notebook, the one that was a mix of notes from university and magic. “What do you mean?” 

“hm, sorry- pardon my french, rather crude of me. there are just, like, a lot of people here, and i’m a little overwhelmed and i’m not sure if i walked into some sort of event where i shouldn’t be right now. you look like you’re aware of your surroundings, something i’m lacking in, you know?” he rocked on his heels and crouched a bit to meet her height (though staying within a suitable distance). he noticed the way she abruptly closed her notebook, “oh, i’m not trying to snoop in on your sh..tuff.”

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open! time: anywhere around 7-8 p.m. where: anywhere outside & around rapid city

oh, to live without chronic migraines as a side effect of what he thought of as predicting death. maybe it was more of a constant warning instead of a side effect - his body’s defense system against... what? the future? he supposed it was something like that. nonetheless, when they got particularly unbearable, he let himself crawl out of his lair and get some fresh air. a change in scenery was always a good thing, yes? yes.

he found that not-so-good things always helped him cope. he had already started to warily watch how many painkillers he took a day, but this was different. once he was a few minutes away from the luxurious building he didn’t want to be seen smoking in front of, it was only seconds until he had a lit cigarette between his fingers. each drag felt like an eternity, and while he knew the relief was temporary, it calmed him in the moment.

there was a point in his walk where he stopped to finish off the cig before he continued, but he didn’t really quite register where he was. there were shops and restaurants around, but he didn’t really seem too interested in paying attention to anything but his current task. that was, until he noticed that there was someone within close proximity of him - and had been for a moment, and he couldn’t tell if they were looking at him or not.

“sorry. don’t wanna stink up your clothes,” he spoke up with a small clearing of his throat, taking another puff of the cigarette as it burned closer to the filter. he turned his head away from said person to blow the smoke, and he felt himself oddly bemused by the fact that his current surroundings were somewhat unfamiliar. he paused, before he turned to them, “um, where am i?”

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— phoenix !

Where: Kaffiene

Phoenix had made herself at home at a table in one of her favorite coffee places. She’d been studying, or trying to at least, but kept getting distracted by the comings and goings around her. The truth was she did her best studying back at the house and even at the Astoria Library. Things had gone back to normal for Phoenix, but she never let herself forget the dream and her brother’s words to her at the end

“Come find me…”

Finally, she gave up on studying and cleared off the table of her computer and notebooks. She took out her deck of tarot cards and started to shuffle them. Phoenix had always been fascinated by watching tarot readings that her mom had done, and she was a quick study when the woman was willing to teach her the meaning of each and every card. Her great memory had helped in connecting the pictures on the cards to their respective meanings. The deck she used was specifically her mothers, just as her necklace and grimoire was.

She stopped shuffling and put her hands on top of the cards, taking a deep breath to focus in and out. Silently, she started, “hear my plea, what message do you have for me?” She let her hand there for a single moment before she let her fingers graze the side of the deck of cards, letting the intuition guide her. When the moment felt right, she cut the deck of cards and pulled the top one, flipping it over.

XVI-The Tower–which is normally a semi positive card. However, it was now reversed. It bodes of a crisis, looming on the horizon even though you are trying as hard as you can to avoid it. These breakdowns will help you break down your reliance on something false. The tower is built on faulty foundations and it must fall. It will be humbling, and it will teach you so much about yourself.

She sat back in her seat, unsure what to say. Then she was pulled out of her reverie by someone bumping into her table. Her green eyes looked up for a moment, blank, until she focused on the person in front of her. “Sorry…I’ve kind of taken up a lot of room.”

did bumping into the table hurt his hip? yes. did he almost spill his coffee all over himself? also yes. did he want to get mad despite it being solely his fault and there nothing really to be yelling about? also yes. luckily for him, he had his occasional bouts of self restraint, and his temper calmed when he turned to look at her face. he sighed, taking a sip from his cup (it was hot but he wouldn’t let her know that he had just burned his tongue very badly). he smiled, gentle and free of the anger he had felt a moment ago. “there are worse things you could do, my dear.”

he paused for a moment before he spoke up again.

“it was reversed, that means it’s negative, huh?” he asked, then gestured to make sure it was okay for him to sit across from her- but he didn’t really wait for an answer before he took his seat. maybe he was now the one taking up too much space- too presumptuous, too bold for his own good. he looked to her cards, back to her, and then to the cards again. “i’m not really a tarot expert. i knew a girl who used to read my cards for fun, but i never really dwelled on it. i guess i don’t like it when a card knows more about my future than i do.”

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 — mason !

“When I first saw you, It took every ounce of me not to kiss you. And when I saw you laugh, It took every power within me not to fall. Everyday I get closer and closer… So why can’t I just jump?”

Mason sat in front of a dozen scattered pieces of lined paper, a laptop, and a half consumed latte as he repeated the words to a song he was working on out loud. He was wearing headphones over his ears to drown out some of the noise of the cafe, and didn’t realize that he was likely talking loud enough for someone to overhear him. That was when Mason noticed someone giving him a somewhat dirty look, or perhaps it was a curious one, he couldn’t tell. Sometimes he wasn’t all that great at reading people. “Shit uh-sorry,” he said, clumsily removing his headphones in a gesture that sent a paper flying through the air and towards the ground while also tipping his mug nearly off the table. “Sometimes I get so wrapped up in my music I forget there’s other people trying to work. Hey-you didn’t manage to hear that last line did you? I’m just not sure it fits perfectly but I can’t think of how to change it. Any ideas?” he asked the stranger. 

“hey, don’t apologize to me. i’m not bothered.” he was sitting at the table next to him, and in a shameless act, he moved himself over to sit across from the other man at his table. his own cup had been empty for some time, and he had taken the opportunity to watch people as they entered and exited the shop... never with an ulterior motive, just out of curiosity. the gentle yet still obviously audible singsong mumbling from the person at the table next to him had piqued his interest, and he supposed that this conversation resulted from him being less sneaky with his observation than he originally thought.

“i think it sounds nice. cheesy, but nice... but yes, it also sounds kind of clunky compared to the rest of it. like, it’s a little short compared to everything else, get me? but, i still think it’s good. i can’t really tell you what to fix, cause it’s your song. it’d be weird if my words were in your song about love or whatever.” he nodded, hand waving as emphasis for his words. he stared for a moment while he tried to gather his thoughts, head bobbing idly, “who’s it about? is it for someone? i think since i gave you my input, i should get to know why you wrote it. hm?”

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forgot to fill this out till now oops hello

name/alias: misha

one fun fact about yourself: i’m emo

favorite supernatural creature: VAMPIRES!!!

favorite supernatural-themed media: supernatural & interview w the vampire. supernatural args are cool too. i love marble hornets.

favorite type of roleplay event: parties/big getups cause im lame lmao

favorite faceclaims: ezra miller (hehe), jake gyllenhaal, mads mikkelsen, hugh dancy, jared padalecki, kathryn felicia day, eva green.. i’ve never seen someone use gerard way but u know what i will fix that. don’t worry.

dream au: species swap... or fancy time period changes. u already know i want the squad in victorian garb.

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girlxfromxnowhere‌:

Where: La Maison Des Danseurs De Brume

When: The Consorts of Loss && The Late Night Cabarey

Companion: Sasha Novak ( @shnvk )

A few hours into the night and the purpose of that visit had been, so far, pointless. It wasn’t that the night was uneventful - much happened, actually, beyond her imagination and desperately out of her control. Yet the sole thing she planned for seemed to keep itself at an arm’s reach.

Roaming about the rooms, Elle prayed she would find her. Sources confirmed she would be in the building, that she would attend the event. In a town this small, everyone showed up and certainly did she. Then why couldn’t she find her maker?

For the last time, the open area would be scanned out. Just one more time, and if she didn’t come across the one who brought this Hell to her undead life, she would leave and march back to the deplorable flat she called home, in the hopes her flatmate would be there to comfort her after yet another failed attempt at ripping that monster’s head off.

Much to her dismay, she wasn’t there. What a bloody surprise. That open, lonely patio evoked nothing but the coldness of the night. Suddenly, Elle felt tipsy. Countless times, she reached for the waiter’s champagne tray, over and over again, looking for something to occupy her restless hands. There was no recollection of the last time she drank this much. It’s been forever she had an open bar at the same time she needed alcohol to drown her sorrows. Usually, when there was an open bar party, she was too happily married to give two fucks to getting shit faced. But not tonight. Happy was a concept she hardly recognised.

Stepping away from the darkness that suddenly seemed to swallow her, the sequin-dressed woman found herself cornered against the wall. She cried, but those weren’t ordinary tears. It was anger. “Bloody hell, when is this gonna be over, fucking shite,” slur dripped from her tongue like snake poison, from the mouth of a woman who simply didn’t swear unless given a valid reason. But she was tried - she was exhausted. She was hungry and apathetic and desolated. She dreamed the day she finished her maker, relief would wash over her and everything would go back to normal. It wouldn’t, but it could. Right?

Wiping her cheeks, she abruptly turned to her side to head to the door, done with that bloody place, ready to run her way through it, straight to the exit and home. But her body shocked against another and her inhuman strength sent the other to the ground, trembling in his pair of high pumps. Elle was currently weak, but she was far physically stronger than most species. She was in a bit of a shock, staring at the man on the ground. “I’m - are you - did you, did you get hurt?!” Finally, she moved quickly, stretching out her hand to help him up. “You, hm, gotta few buttons open.” Pointing it out seemed far more decent than pretending they weren’t undone and letting the man walk about with a blazer covering an accidentally open shirt. Or so she thought. “You alright?”

“you’re kidding me.” a breathy whisper- exasperated and upset. his first instinct, as always, is anger. first of all, walking around in 4 inch heels was not easy, and it was even less so trying to pull yourself up off of the floor while slipping on yourself. he didn’t take her hand, and helped himself up, letting himself get used to the extra height before he looked down at her. did he want to yell? scream? he probably wanted to knock her over in response, truthfully, but from the way she reacted afterwards, the last thing she needed right now was a tall and upset man barking in her face over a mistake (the heels got him up to about 6′3, which was very exciting for him).

“they’re supposed to be open. that’s how the outfit is.” he sighed, gestures and tone of voice more dramatic than they had to be. “i’m fine. i was fine before you knocked me over, and i’m fine now. i’ll just be in a sour mood for the next 5 minutes, but i’m fine.”

maybe he should have just left when he wanted to earlier, but that wasn’t much of an option. for reasons he couldn’t quite place, he felt it better if he just stayed here. for a moment, he rubbed his temple, but then left it alone.

he adjusted himself, eyes drifting from his hands, back to her, back to himself, to the floor, got lost in his own aching thoughts, and then went back to her. “anyways. are you alright? you seem a bit frazzled, and not because i just gave you my angry face- which i don’t really think is actually all that angry. i’m going to assume you’ve had one too many, which is fine, i guess. if you’d like to dump your problems on me, go ahead, but i’m going to tell you beforehand i might not actually care - but i’ll listen.”

[shnvk]

billie-reed‌:

Despite her shaky start Billie was the life of the party, as per. Charming the ladies, making men try anything and everything to catch her interest- no such luck of course. She’d feigned interest in the past if only for fun, but soon she’d realized they were getting far more out of that than she, and so, she’d elected to just forget it. Men were mates and business partners and dinner. Not lovers.

Speaking of mates, though,s he’d been scanning the crowd a while now for her favorite little feminine friend, mr. boy troubles, her ‘GBFF’ as the kids might say. Sasha. 

It didn’t take long to find him once she’d put her mind to it, but Billie was surprised to see him so sulky. She gave the bartender a whistle and shook her own glass, indicating for a refill. “And a strawberry daiquiri for my good friend here, darling you’ve got his tastes all wrong, he’s got a real sweet tooth.”

She swiveled on her stool to face him, tugging at the hem of her dress so she didn’t end up flashing him in the process too. “Why so morose baby?”

As if God himself had heard Sasha’s over-exaggerated sighs and grew sick of watching him mope among a rowdy crowd, she came over like a beacon of hope. Billie Reed, one of his favorites, one of the select few he could bear to be around for more than a few moments at a time. He flashed her a weak and slight smile at the sound of strawberry daiquiri, he was glad she remembered. He thought he would have to knock back shots of gasoline all night to muster up the courage to let himself grab one.

“Thanks.” He rested his cheek in his palm, elbow against the counter. He smacked his lips together for a split second, the harsh taste in his mouth seeming to refuse to wash away. “I wouldn’t use that term, I guess I just.. um, I’m just not really a... party person, I guess. I know I come off as this ever so sly and charming gentleman, but it’s just so overwhelming. The noise alone is enough to make my brain jump out of my skull.”

When the bartender came back with their drinks, he gave him a lingering smile, an over enunciated thank you, even eye contact- like something out of a dreamy fantasy of sorts. He let himself relax a little bit while she was here. Nothing wrong with silent flirtation, especially when you had a wing-man (...wing-woman?) to back you up.

“What about you? Talked to anybody yet? I’m sure you’ve been having the time of your life.” Though he spoke genuinely and without malice, he never had the best wording when in a sulky mood. “Sorry. Still a little frazzled from having to get out of bed before 4 P.M.”

[shnvk]

a suit would and could fit the theme. but he wasn’t quite satisfied, and it wasn’t quite him... until he slipped on the heels and put half of his torso out on display for the people to gaze upon. he didn’t suppose many men dressed so unabashedly in ye olde 1920′s, but that was the least of his concerns. if he couldn’t have fun tonight, at least someone else could stare and pretend they were.