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“Don’t worry, I’m not one of those girls,” she shot back quickly, embarrassed that he had caught her inspecting the license. Sure she knew she could afford to be a little kinder to Cass, but she didn’t need him knowing that she actually cared about him, that she wanted to know more about him and his life. “December huh? And so close to Christmas. We don’t celebrate it in the realm but I can imagine you got a little short-changed on the presents front…” she mused. “I’m a Leo. 27th August. God. I can’t believe you were born in the 2000’s…”

Her laptop remained open, balanced on her knees, but she was ignoring it completely, too hyper-aware of the man beside her, the way he smelled, the drawl of his voice. “Oh is that so? Someone actually told you that, or are you just so arrogant that you assumed that was the case?” she asked, the words harsh but the tone playful. In fact, if one didn’t know any better they might even think Isabelle was flirting.

"Sagittarius," Cass stated plainly as he got into the truck just as she was pushing the license back to its original position, noticing her finger on it and making his own assumptions as to what she might be checking it for. "If you're checking if we're compatible. 19th December, 2001." Not that he knew anything about the zodiac, and the comment was a joke regardless, a laugh escaping his lips shortly after.

"Technically," he added as he reversed out of the space, "it's Tawny Motors' truck. I'm just the one they send on the callouts. Reckon they think my innocent face and angelic accent sweetens the blow a little when I tell people their car's fucked." Out on the road again, he stuck the vape in his mouth absentmindedly, rolling the window down to exhale a cloud of peach ice.

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It was a pattern of Isabelle’s - to be constantly on edge, to assume the worst of people, of men. But the stranger before her seemed sincere with his words, and perhaps it was just the way that he had been raised. In the fae realm, it would be entirely inappropriate to call a person you’d just met ‘darling’, and Isabelle was still getting used to the way things worked in the human world. Not that she could be certain this man was even human… “Sorry, I- perhaps I over-reacted a little,” she mumbled, cheeks flushing an embarrassed shade of pink as she glanced briefly over at him. “Miss is fine. Or- or you could just call me Isabelle, my name. What’s yours?”

"don't fret now," he replied, no drop to the humor in his tone, an easy-going inflection, "i don't mean nothing by it. i call everyone i know or don't know darling," he'd been raised to maintain eye contact and did so casually, he'd also been raised to treat others respectfully, turn the other cheek. some days were easier than others, "but i weren't raised in a barn as it were so if you'd prefer i not," head canted, "then i won't." simple as that for he was a simple man. not to mention this was technically still within the walls of his place of employment. it'd do no good at all to rile up the patrons or guests. "most folk don't seem to mind it -- being called darling -- but it ain't none of my nevermind what you'd rather be called. reckon you're a bit too young to be a ma'am so how's about then i call you miss."

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Both Isabelle and Cass were too in their own heads to see that each was as nervous as the other, both worried about offering anything too vulnerable, both trying and failing to protect their tender spots. It was like they were two damaged halves of a whole, both seeming to tiptoe around each other, to strike out at the other the moment things felt too intimate, too real. But Isabelle was oblivious to this, oblivious to how deeply Cass was feeling things too, how complex his own thoughts and emotions were. Instead she was entirely wrapped up in herself - as she often always was - blind to what was going on in front of her.

“Okay- okay, yeah,” she nodded, tripping slightly and cursing softly under her breath as she made her way gingerly to her car and retrieving the bag. She cast a quick look back in his direction and then slid into the passenger’s seat, eyes scanning over the slightly messy truck. Sex wax, of course - eyes rolled as she reached out to grab hold of the license, frowning slightly as she read his full name. Cassian Elladan Aengus - three unmistakably fae names and yet he had told her he was a wolf. He certainly smelled like one. Looking back over her shoulder to make sure he wasn’t watching her, she slipped out her phone and snapped a quick picture of the license - something she’d be researching later.

Other than that there was just the usual clutter, and Isabelle only took another moment to assess the mess before pulling out her laptop and beginning to tap away. The twenty minutes he took to secure her car to his truck slipped by quickly, and she jolted a little as he slid in next to her, entirely engrossed in what she’d been working on. “What-? Oh, yeah, s’your truck,” she nodded.

"'S fine," and the words came out as an exhale, a sigh more than a sentence, his expression partially one of resignation and partially one of regret, wondering too late why he had let those words come out. In the moment, he'd felt vindicated, that he was proving a point by showing her that he wasn't like the other guys she'd tried to pin him down against, that he'd remembered every little detail she'd said to him, every tiny irrelevant fact she'd thrown at him without thinking as she said it. And yet now that he'd cooled off, Cass regretted it. Maybe by doing so, he'd given an impression that he was obsessed, given himself away as feeling a little more attached than he might have liked. Typical of him, really, to act impulsively and later be upset at the consequences. "You can go get it now, then. Um, if you really need to work."

The whole process of winching the car onto the tow truck, securing it and making sure it was as unlikely as possible to roll away only took him fifteen or twenty minutes - he was trying to rush, but reluctant to be careless - and by the time he slid into the driver's seat and reached over to unlock the door for Isabelle he was acutely aware of her eyes on him and hoped he wasn't flushing pink at it.

It was Cass who normally did the callouts, and so the truck cab carried traces of Cass within it, visible to anyone who ended up getting in. a Mr Zog's Sex Wax air freshener, hanging alongside a driver's license proclaiming that one Cassian Elladan Aengus Evans was qualified to drive the truck - when he bothered to shave, he'd found he was frequently mistaken for being younger, and the proof of driving capability shut up the questions quickly enough to stop him saying something snarky - three used elf bars in the side pocket of the passenger door, an unopened one still in the box right next to them for when his current one ran out, and his current peach ice Blu-tacked to the steering wheel since Cass had long since tired of losing it. Empty box of codeine balanced on the dash, half empty one sticking out of the glove compartment, Joy Division CD haphazardly stuck in the cupholder, and music came on as soon as he turned the key in the ignition - The Cure - a little too loud to be comfortable for Isabelle, probably.

He turned the volume down, out of silent consideration. "Uh, I usually vape and drive, if that's... okay?"

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“It’s rude in certain circumstances, but… I don’t think you’re being a creep,” she giggled softly, taking another sip of her wine. “Would you like a glass..? I don’t have anything to serve it to you in, but I think the water cooler over there has paper cups,” she offered, gesturing towards the bottle that was sat on the coffee table in front of them. “I get it though. I found it hard to adjust when I first arrived here - even though the fae and human worlds share a lot of similarities, they are very different. It takes some getting used to - and I can only imagine that the differences are even more extreme when you’re coming from the sea…” she hummed. 

“A siren,” she nodded slowly, her expression sympathetic as her head tilted slightly to the side. If he was a siren that meant someone had had to drown him - a horrible way to die. “I’m Isabelle. Ah- I’m fae,” she answered, eyes warm as she looked back at him. 

His social interacting skills were a work in progress. West was working on that. He rarely used his voice outside of his siren form, so he was often quiet. He still hadn't stopped staring at the woman. "I'm sorry if that is rude. I'm still learning what is acceptable and what is not. This world is very strange to understand." On land or in the water, West understood what she meant by just 'men'. He had lured his fair share of men to their watery demise. And he always knew they deserved it. West had no reason to lie. He knew what he was. And he hated it. "I'm a Siren. But you can call me West. Can I ask what you are?"

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It was funny to think that after months of zero contact with the fae realm, countless sleepless nights that consisted of terrifying dreams where the security of the Winter Court tracked her down and dragged her back - that this was the first encounter she was having with someone she knew. Lorcan. Softly spoken, sweet, all together harmless (she hoped) - not at all the threatening take down she had been expected. When she’d first arrived in the human world she’d taken every corner with caution, hands trembling every time she had to answer the phone - but eventually she’d relaxed, become complacent even, especially since arriving at Hotel La Lune. She felt safe there.

“…at the vegetables…?” She asked softly, looking between his delicate features and the produce he had been prodding at. “It’s funny buying them in a shop like this, isn’t it? My family got all their produce from our garden, I’d imagine yours was the same…? The palace did have such huge gardens,” she murmured, offering him another small smile. She peered closer, inspecting the little snake with widened eyes - what was he trying to suggest? Or was it an innocent gesture. “Frank,” she repeated, shifting her basket from one hand to the other. And then her blood ran cold, heart almost thudding out her chest at his next words - I found you. “You- you found me? You were looking for me?” 

A pale finger reached to poke the nearest vegetable in front of him; his brow furrowed, hand retreating as if it had been burned. Lorcan had wandered into the store in a daze, entranced by the group of people he ran across. They seemed to be a family, and his legs carried him behind them without much thought. Soon, his short attention was overwhelmed by the colors and scents around him, losing himself between shelves and boxes of fruit. What an interesting little place. Funny creatures, humans were. They would sell what could easily be achieved by gardening, overpriced if what he heard an old lady say was true, whatever that meant. Brown eyes widened, being pulled out of the mist of his thoughts, however, when he spared a glance at the person approaching. 

The shape of her face was recognizable, unmistakable. He couldn't quite remember her name, despite how much his brother raved about his wife-to-be. Bragging, he knew. But she had left, his brother following after her in rage, and now here she stood. Oh. "Hi," he mumbled, restless in his feet. A heavy feeling filled his ribcage, making his heart race inside its bone prison the more he looked, and did nothing. "I was just - Um - Looking at -" his fingers pointed at the tomatoes offhandedly, face going in between as his mind went off a mile -"Yeah."

Reaching into his pocket, he did the only thing he could think of; pulling out the snake he had caught earlier, he held it in his open palm, presenting it to her with a gentle, "This is Frank," more serious than he intended to sound. Shit. "So - You are here. I found you?" Tag, you are it.

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STARTER: Lorcan & Isabelle LOCATION: Seedy Business STATUS: CLOSED

Isabelle was set to have her idea of a perfect Sunday. The day had started early - she’d headed to a hot yoga class, had grabbed a smoothie, and was now at Seedy Business. The store sold exclusively organic, vegan products, and Izzy could spend hours trawling each aisle for a new find. She’d decided to make homemade pasta for dinner, and had just turned into the fresh produce section when she froze, blue eyes widening as they fixed upon the man standing in front of her.

He was unmistakably fae, pointed ears and perfect skin a dead giveaway. Whats more, he looked frighteningly similar to the man Isabelle had been supposed to marry. The man she’d run out on, the man she was trying desperately to hide from. Thankfully, it wasn’t him. But it was the next worse thing - it was his brother. There was no denying it, that was Lorcan. And worse still, he’d seen her.

She didn’t know whether to trying and run, to pretend she didn’t know him - but it was too late, the recognition on his face clear. He knew who she was too. So she raised an awkward hand, limbs feeling numb as she offered him a small, anxious smile. “Hi.”

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Despite the fact that Isabelle had convinced herself that Cass was the most irritating person on the planet, and despite the fact that he was using the nickname in jest, turning it back on her with the same tone she had used on him, it still made her stomach flip. For a second a future flashed in front of Isabelle’s eyes, one where he called her baby with sincerity, where he held her hand, where they kissed and cuddled and- She let out a soft hum, frown only deepening as she glared back at him. Those intrusive thoughts only made her even more determined to prove her dislike for him, and she was about to bite back with some catty retort when her eyes drifted to his newly exposed ears. Slightly pointed in a way that only a fae’s could be, her eyebrows raised in surprise. She was sure he had told her he was a wolf, but perhaps she was remembering wrong.

And then he recited word for word exactly what she had told him about her profession, her studies, the ease with which he remembered each detail making her stomach turn once more. He had listened to her, actually listened to her. What was she supposed to do with that? Clearing her throat delicately, her arms loosened and then dropped to her sides, frown fading as blue eyes found his once more. “Sorry. Sorry I-“ she sighed softly. “I have this big presentation at work, and I’m stressed. Sorry for being so bitchy,” she mumbled, eyes dropping down to the road between them. She was not usually one to apologise, and the act made her uncomfortable.

“Yes. Yeah- yeah. I can do that,” she nodded slowly. “Let me just get my bag from the boot - I need to work while we drive.”

"Are you offering to give me one, baby?" He mimicked her tone as he settled on just pushing all of his hair back and behind his ears, slightly pointed tips now visible, gold hoop hanging from his left earlobe - silver was no longer a wise choice, being a werewolf, he'd found that out the hard way and had to swap the jewellery out, reluctant to ditch the piercing altogether. Her blush elicited an emotion that Cass was so unused to experiencing that he couldn't quite name it, was it a desire to apologise? Guilt, perhaps? He hadn't meant to embarrass her, and for the first time in a while, he cursed himself for being so harsh.

"You're a mechanical engineer," he noted with quiet confidence, details of the night having slipped back into his mind over the course of their conversation. "Graduated from uni with honors. Made a point of telling me, actually. You're witty, and you rejected me twice because you had the exact same thought you're having right now, that I'm only interested in your fucking tits. So no, Isabelle," Cass said tiredly. "I don't think you're dumb. I do think that you don't trust me to do my job, though." A dry laugh punctuated his sentence, humour lacking in its tone.

"Unfortunately," he finished with a wry smile, "our risk assessment doesn't cover the risk of you pulling your own eyelashes out. It does, however, make me liable if your car rolls off while I'm towing and you're in it. And I don't even think my full name would fit on a subpoena, so fancy sparing me that hassle?"

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The second the pet name fell from the man’s lips, Isabelle was certain she was right in being so short with him - who did he think he was talking to her like that? She knew she was pretty, that was the problem - he didn’t need to spell it out to her. She was about to respond with something even more cutting, but then he continued to speak, his finger moving to cheekbone his cheekbone. 

If there was something Isabelle hated more than anything, it was being made to look a fool, and her cheeks flushed a deep pink as her hand instinctively darted up to her own face, delicate fingertips swiping almost feverishly at her warm skin. Once satisfied that whatever it was that had marked her skin was now gone, she turned her attention back to the man, fixing him with a stern glare, lips tight and brow furrowed. “You shouldn’t call people you don’t know darling,” she said, her voice short and quiet.

the blond had only given a nonverbal inclination of his head when asked if the approaching woman could sit. it was none of his nevermind what she did, free country as far as he was concerned, she could sit herself down wherever she wanted, as long as she wasn't disrupting him on his break. about to bring his eyes back to the book half perched on his knee and armrest when his gaze lingered a second too long -- apparently.

lucas gave an undignified snort at the accusation, "darling," with all the airs of a southern gentlemen without being anything close to one, "you're pretty," his ozark accent butchered the word and turned it into something else, mixing up all the letters with others that weren't even there or swapping the places with them so it came out sounding like 'purdy' instead, "but not enough for me to lose all sense." a warm chuckle, "now, now, before you get all riled up, i was just going to mind my own business but you've got a little something there," he brushed lightly an index finger over the top of his own cheek.

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The initial irritation she felt was quick to melt away as he gave her a soft explanation, one that she believed given the sincere tone of his voice. Even though she’d been at Hotel La Lune for a while now, she was still getting used to the other supernaturals herself - before she’d left the realm, all she’d ever known were fae. Sure she’d read about sirens, witches, mermaids, vampires and wolves, but she’d never met any of them before. All that had changed since arriving in Calypso Cove, the town filled with supernaturals of all kinds, most with backstories much more interesting than her own.

“Oh-“ she paused, shaking her head a little sheepishly as she offered him what she hoped was an apologetic smile (although it ended up reading more like a grimace). “Sorry for snapping. Just- men. They like to stare sometimes... So… on land… does that make you a mermaid…? Or a siren?” she asked curiously, taking a small sip of her wine as if to punctuate the question. 

West had found a few spots inside the hotel that he had taken a liking too. Besides the ones with water, The Architect's Lounge was a new spot for West. He enjoyed the design of the room. It reminded him a lot of who the underwater cities looked. He sat as his thoughts started to wonder as he put in an earbud. The land above had such strange and wonderful devices that West was able to listen to the sounds of the ocean while being inside. "Hm? Yeah." He turned when a woman's voice was near. He gave her a quick nod, not paying too much attention at first. It was her striking and odd features that got him staring. "I' didn't mean to. I'm still in shock of what different creatures on all on land." Being in the water for over a hundred years and only knowing of his own kind, someone like a fae was something stunning to him.

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“You need a good haircut,” she was all she could manage, eyes flitting over the floppy curls he was trying and failing to push out of his sight. “Or are you trying to go for the rat boy Matty Healy look? Cause it’s not working baby, promise you that,” she smirking softly. A lie. She thought he was gorgeous. The expression was quick to be wiped from her face as he seemed to almost sneer at her, and her thick brows furrowed, cheeks flushing an uncomfortable pink - she was cursing internally now, the blush a dead giveaway that he’d managed to get under her skin, managed to embarrass her. But for fucks sake, she was an engineer - she should’ve known that of course he couldn’t whack oil into a hot engine.

“Right. Yeah,” she muttered, blinking quickly as her eyes looked anywhere but back at him, arms tightening against her chest. “Y’know, you don’t have to be so fucking condescending. I’m actually- I’m- I’m not just some dumb blonde,” she almost spat, tone much more emotional than she had wanted it to be. “That’s why you went for me in the first place though right? Dumb blonde, big tits, easy root,” she huffed, shaking her head. She wasn’t lying - this was genuinely what she believed. Because it was why they always went for her. Why the prince she’d left in the fae realm had been so fucking eager to marry her, to lock her in, to own her somehow so that others couldn’t.

“So do I have to sit in your car with you while you tow me? Because I’d rather pull my eyelashes out one by one,” she answered quickly, choosing to ignore his final comment.

"Mechanic, months January through December of the hot werewolves calendar, giver of pleasure to any consenting adult, I guess that's a pretty packed resume," he shot back with equal snark, pushing his own hair out of his eyes in exasperation - it was a little too long, he'd not found the time to get it cut and hadn't trusted himself with the scissors, and so a few stray curls were constantly hanging into his eyes, sometimes sticking on his eyelashes and wreaking further havoc. "No," Cass said, and grinned, a shark like expression with a slightly predatory air to it.

"Not right now, anyway." He had walked back over to her by this point, and stood right opposite her their height difference was apparent, Cass being forced to glance down to make eye contact. He avoided this by looking up at the sky, instead, to avoid Isabelle's gaze further. "It's still overheating. Gotta wait for your engine to cool down before I top it off, or the oil will just sputter everywhere. I can tow you to the hotel and then top it off in the parking lot, probably." Car park, he silently corrected himself, having used an American term without meaning to and subsequently experiencing a brief surge of identity crisis. "Unless you'd rather stand staring at me for half an hour or so, which I'm not gonna bet on."

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As infuriating as he was, she was drawn to him, and what’s more, he was one hundred percent right. Her night with him, while hazy, had been nothing short of magic. He’d made her feel better than anyone ever had before, had been equal parts rough and soft, taking the time to figure out what seemed to make her tick. It had taken her off guard - she was used to men getting in and out quickly, both literally and emotionally. But Cass had been different, and while she’d loved it in the moment, it had been too much to process when she’d been lying in his bed the next day. 

“Sure, fine, you made me cum. Congrats. Put it on the resume,” she sneered, eyes rolling as she moved to tuck yet another stray strand of hair behind pointed ears - one of the few fae features she was unable to hide with her fae glamour. Slanted blue eyes remained fixed to his frame as he loped towards her, his arrogance thick in the air as he looked between her car and her face. God he was irritating. “Right. Brilliant. Clever boy,” she answered, clapping slowly as she rolled her eyes once more. “So- you gonna top it up with oil now or…?”

"You didn't need to say it. I got the message anyway," his retort wasn't as snappy as hers, remaining a slow drawl, emphasis on the vowels, low rasp. (Maybe he was playing the accent up a little, just for her, he'd been in the US for years at this point and knew full well if he didn't focus on it then it'd come out an amalgamation of England and America, more difficult to place.) "And I can assure you I know the difference between a faked and a real orgasm. Your acting's not the talent here."

"I don't need to look at it," he added, smirk fully indicating his confidence. "There's one car shop in town, and I've never seen you before, and I'm basically always fucking there. So either you've not been in for an oil change at all, or you do it yourself, and if you're with it enough to do your own oil change you probably would've opened the hood up and taken a look yourself before calling reinforcements." As he talked, he wandered over to the front of the car, popped the hood with one hand, scanned the situation, and glanced back at Isabelle with an air of I told you so emitting from his gaze. "What do you know. Needs oil. What was that about me not doing my job?"

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OPEN STARTER LOCATION: The Architect's Lounge, Hotel La Lune STATUS: OPEN

Working in a male-dominated industry as a woman, particularly a woman who looked like Isabelle - well, it was nothing short of excruciating. She loved the work, loved the projects she got to lead, but her colleagues made things difficult. After what had felt like the longest day in Isabelle’s existence, all she wanted was a large glass of red wine and a good book. Thankfully, Hotel La Lune had a number of spots that could offer her just that. She settled on The Architect’s Lounge, choosing to bring her own bottle of wine with her.

“Mind if I sit here?” she asked, eyes glancing over at the person occupying one of the two armchairs positioned in front of the roaring fireplace. She’d settled in the comfortable chair before waiting for their response, pouring herself a large glass of wine and settling back into her seat with a contented sigh, casting another quick look over in the direction of the stranger. “You mind not staring? I know it’s close quarters but… I’m trying to relax,” she grumbled, voice icy and irritated. 

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“Oh, I didn’t say that…” she answered quickly, spitting the words with venom as her brow furrowed, blue eyes gaze up at him. His number…? Ah. Yes. It was coming back to her in pieces - perhaps he had given her his number. Perhaps she knew that he had and had chosen not to contact him… it wasn’t because she didn’t like him - quite the opposite in fact. It was that he’d been stuck her brain for a good couple of weeks after their encounter, and it had scared Isabelle to her core. She wasn’t one for relationships - the whole reason she’d disappeared out of the fae realm had been to avoid a marriage - and she certainly wasn’t about to get into something with a mechanic. Scruffy, grubby, rude, arrogant - these were not the traits Isabelle wanted in a partner.

“What, you’re not even going to look at it? Just a glance? Jesus Cass… at least try and do your job properly,” she muttered, letting out an exasperated huff as she absently tucked a strand of blonde hair behind her ear. “Yeah fine- I am not your love,” she added quickly, voice sharp as she took a threatening step towards him. “You must’ve been dreaming - or perhaps I’m an excellent actress.” 

"Weird," he responded, "I've never heard of a car sounding attractive. Not a problem we usually have to deal with. Although if you liked it that much you could've just called. You've got my number," Cass pointed out. Not that she'd said she liked it. Not that she'd probably even remember him piss drunk typing his number into her phone, barely able to spell his own name correctly, so assured that she'd want to phone him, want to see him again. Well, it wasn't the first time Cass Evans had been mistaken about something, and it likely wouldn't be the last. Stung a little, all the same. He pushed the thought down and swallowed it.

"Sounds like it probably just overheated," he said without even opening the hood, giving the car a disinterested glance over. "So if you want I can tow it back, give it a full look at, blah blah. But I'm willing to bet you've just not had an oil change in fucking aeons, so if you want the alternative is we just wait around for it to cool down a little, I top up the oil for you, and then you get to drive on safe in the knowledge that you saved a crap ton of money and you should probably consider naming your firstborn Cass in penance. Your call, love," he finished on a sarcastic note despite his sunny smile, charity service clearly done for the day. "And for the record, I might've been drunk but I don't think I was the only one making cum sounds that night. But that's beside the point."

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In the six months that Isabelle had been living in Calypso Cove, she’d yet to see a storm of this magnitude. It had felt so quick and sudden, much more intense than something natural - one minute it had been sun shining and birds chirping, and then the next, huge waves had seemed to escape the sea, crashing down on Calypso’s waterfront.

Sabine had suggested they grab a coffee and go for a look, and so here they were, cradling takeaway cups as furrowed brows gazed out at the ruined coastline. The Catch in particular looked rather a sorry sight, and Isabelle frowned even more deeply, head tilting to the side as she let out a soft sigh. 

“Yeah, I mean… you know I don’t surf,” she chuckled. “One of these days you might get me on a board, but… the storm hasn’t helped my lack of desire to get in the water,” she smiled, casting a quick glance over at her friend. “Good for you using your magic for good. Meanwhile I can do nothing… I feel very useless,” she shrugged.

Location: The Beach (as close to as one can) Time: Morning After the Flood For: Anyone || @calypsostarters (max of three) Character: Sabine Scout

She stood with her rainboots just barely outside of the lapping flooded waters. "It's never been like this," she murmured, as she looked at the damage, wondering how they were going to help the displaced residents of the area. Would the hotel magically have additional rooms to fit all of them? How would they absorb the loss of income?

She shook her head and hefted her bag higher up on her shoulders. "I thought about making additional land, but then I realized that if I did that - even though it would absorb the water, it'd only make things worse... so the best I can do is provide warming potions, endurance and calming draughts."

She fiddled with the bracelet around her wrist - bothered by the storm. "There weren't even good waves ..." she grumbled. "What's a storm without good surf?"

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Already late for an important presentation of the project she was leading at work, her car breaking down was just about the last thing Isabelle needed. She’d gone out the night before and had stayed out irresponsibly late, and then her car had started to make a terrible whining sound before puttering out and slowing to a stop on the side of the road. Frustrated and exhausted, the fae had blinked back tears as she struggled to google the name of the nearest mechanic - there was just the one in Calypso Cove, Tawny Motors, and so she called, a kind, softly-spoken man promising someone would be with her shortly.

Just under an hour later, a car pulled up behind her and she’d pulled herself out from the driver’s seat, ready to scold whoever it was who had arrived much later than she had been assured he would. But then she saw him. Messy mop of dark brown hair, delicate features, a soft dusting of scruff adorning his upper lip and chin. Cass - was that his name? She could barely remember, the messy night they’d spent together hazy in her memory. Without even offering her so much as a ‘hi’ he gestured at her car, voice bored and long-suffering as he stared blankly at her. God that fucking smirk infuriated the blonde, and she let out an impatient huff, brow creasing as arms folded in front of her chest. “Don’t worry, I wasn’t thinking that at all… you certainly look like a mechanic,” she mused, this time her turn to smirk. “I don’t know, like a kind of high-pitched whine? How you sound when you cum,” she added, smirk turning into a devilish grin as her head tilted to the side, eyes scanning his face for his reaction. 

for: @isabelle-ariel-ambrose location: side of the road somewhere

Hungover, dishevelled, unshaven, dirty overalls, the list of reasons why Cass Evans was not looking his best - if he was even capable of looking alright - was long and seemingly being added to every minute he spent driving, making him grateful only for the lack of traffic enabling him to speed and thus end the torture sooner. He'd not intended to be at work, would have certainly preferred to take the day off, but he'd called in one too many favours from a coworker and thus was stuck with their shift in addition to his own. And now some girl had called in with a breakdown, on a day when he really was hoping to just get on with fixing engines without any customer interaction, and as he pulled up he was silently hoping the issue was much more dire than her simply forgetting to top up the water, because a Cass flip out and giant eye roll felt both likely and also inappropriate for Tawny Motors customer service.

Blonde hair. He spotted it before he'd even pulled up, catching a glimpse of the back of her head, and then seeing her turn as he got out and closed the door behind him, he realised the woman was somewhat familiar. (Unsurprising, given his preference, he didn't exactly pass as an unknown among many of the blondes of Calypso Cove anymore, but he truly was not in the mood for an altercation and hoped she didn't recognise him in work clothes. He could remember her name, at least, Isabelle - that might end up a blessing if she got moody with him.) "What noise did it make?" He asked in a bored accented monotone, lazy hand gesture toward her car illustrating what he meant. "And no, I'm not an angelic stranger, just the mechanic you called. I know my god-given good looks might indicate rom com protagonist," he added sarcastically, and allowed the corner of his mouth to raise, amused by his own joke.

[isabelle-ariel-ambrose]

[May, 27, She/Her, GMT] is that Isabelle Ariel Ambrose? They bear a striking resemblance to Sydney Sweeney. I heard she is a 24 year old fae who came to the Hotel La Lune 6 months ago seeking safety from her husband-to-be and parents. Word has it they are a mechanical engineer. I guess the locals will have a lot to say about her…

Born to a wealthy and highly esteemed old fae family in the Winter Court and growing in the fae realm, Isabelle had what you might call a sheltered upbringing. One of her parents’ younger children and their only daughter, Isabelle was doted on from the moment she was born. Her parents valued wealth, status and success above all else, and instilled this in their children from a young age. As a teenager Isabelle developed a certain charisma, learning how to use her looks and charm to get what she wanted. Things came easily to her - good grades, lots of friends, fellow fae fawning over her. But she wanted more than just what her looks could offer her - having discovered an early interest in science and mathematics, this was what she quietly focused on, while maintaining the air of someone who took their studies much less seriously. She had it all - the status of popularity and perfect grades. 

In her final year of highschool, her parents announced to her that she was to be married, having promised her to the song of the King and Queen of the Winter court - a young, self-centered and arrogant prince whom Isabelle had had the displeasure of meeting just once before. Her parents were determined for her to go through with the marriage, eager as ever to gain the status that would come with having a princess for a daughter. Always the faithful daughter Isabelle initially agreed, but the night before her wedding, she disappeared out of the realm, fleeing to the human world in the hopes of escaping her marriage. Between her fae charm and natural intelligence, she was quick to be offered a place at Harvard University in Massachusetts to study a degree in mechanical engineering. After finishing her engineering degree with honors, Isabelle moved straight into her masters, whipping through that with what seemed like ease, but all the while the knowledge that her parents and her husband-to-be were likely searching for her weighed heavy on her mind. It all came to a head just as she was nearing the end of her masters, her husband-to-be showing up in the human world and demanding she come home. She was forced to drop out of university just weeks before finishing her masters, fleeing to Hotel La Lune in search of protection. 

That was six months ago, and things have not gotten better for Isabelle. She remains hidden away in Hotel La Lune, reluctant to even venture further out into Calypso Cove despite knowing that the whole area is protected. She waits in fear, certain that either her parents or her husband-to-be will find her and drag her back to the realm, stripping her of everything she has come to know since arriving in the human world.