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her nose scrunched up at his teasing, while her shoulders became a little less tense, all from pretending to hold her head high. the only time josie was able to be a person was when she was around family, or at least certain family. "i want to fight that one but so far, you have been right... " she twirled on her feet back to the microwave, placing the popcorn in and setting the timer before shrugging. "plus, we know fate is a fickle thing." josie smirked, making her way over to the fridge and looking at the drink selection. "i love that klaus enjoys hard liquor, it means mom always has mixers around." pulling out all the things needed for a dirty shirley, the witch took out two fancy glasses.

he managed to finish her sentence, something she found both helpful and painful, because it brought up the very emotions she desperately tried to push down. "yeah since the merge." after placing some ice in the glasses, she placed her palms on the cool tile. "it could be an evil spell, i mean those do give me the chills." but there was still something else, a feeling that she couldn't put into words, it was there on the tip of her tongue. she felt lizzie, in a much different way since that fateful night. shaking the thought away, she went back to pouring and mixing drinks, the sound of popping filling the kitchen. "i guess we should wait for aunt freya, she normally is the first to know what evil lurks."

there wasn't a day that passed by that nikolas didn't think about his fiance . about their connection and the bond they shared . it was a bond that he had never had with anyone before and to have that ripped away from him by his own careless action had darkened his path . it wasn't by any means what josie had gone through with lizzie , but there were some similarities between the two . they both lost someone that they had cared for dearly and it was at their own hands . now they were forced to live without the person they loved the best way they knew how .

" well get use to hating because i'm always right . " nikolas teased josie , before breathing a laugh . nikolas looked back to see the brunet open the cabinet door with glee to get to the popcorn . large hands grabbed at the wet cloth to wipe down the marble countertop before a laughed followed underneath his breath of how she would try to keep her snacks and hands in the right place . the sandy blonde having his doubts . " well my fate is in your hands , literally and figuratively . " he joked as he felt his energy change . she was the fresh breath of air that he had needed .

nikolas finished up with his task before turning around to his sister's curious question . " evil spell ? " he questioned , she continued but then her voice drifted off . nikolas could see it in her eyes that it was the thought of their sister lizzie that created the withdrawal . " since the merge with lizzie . " he thought to finish her sentence to show that he understood . " i think i heard aunt freya say something but i haven't felt anything . " perhaps it was the vervain that he had been taken to gain immunity to the potent herb after he was attacked with it by a hunter a few weeks ago . he had of course killed the hunter , but he never wanted to feel that vulnerable again .

deep down she knew that there was no need for promises, when it came to talking about hard feelings with tyler. the two of them had to have many conversations most couples don't need, such as hey i'm a demon and oh i turn into a wolf when the moon is just right. so yeah, there was no need to promise clothes would be off at some point, but she liked to think it kept everything fun. there was a type of joy gabriela couldn't put into words, when getting their husband to smile a certain way, after some comment made out neediness. all she could do was smirk, refusing to give any spoilers.

the two of them worked really hard to get here, years of emotions and situations that felt so out of control, but each time they found solace in each other. she'd fight for that all her life and make sure that her children knew, that type of love is what they also deserved. watching as her words soothed him made gabi's shoulders loosen, happy to hear him audibly breathe knowing how talking about his father made him often stop. "no need to thank me, i'm always here to remind you of the person i see." rubbing her thumbs on his cheeks softly, she tilted her head with a sweet smile. "i'm really glad you are home." she admitted, getting lost in the way his gazed met hers. it was difficult when they were apart, she'd sleep but never quite well and always slightly more tense than they'd hope. "it's so important that you were there for that kid and i'm glad that you get to be here for ours." she kissed him softly, lingering for a moment because it felt nice to hold him close. gabriela would sleep great tonight, even if there was a nightmare, the one person that could tame them would be right be her side.

" is that a promise ? " he flirted back with the brunet when she told him that he wouldn't regret it , if he told her everything . tyler didn't need an incentive to confide in his wife but the incentive didn't hurt . as much as tyler loved his kids he was happy to hear that the house only had the two of them in it . this meant that they didn't have to keep anything p.g.

his father was a sore subject for the lockwood male but with gabriela regardless of how hard it was to talk about his feeling ;; he had found it easy with her . she was a good listener , and there wasn't anyone else in the world he wanted to share those parts of himself with . her touch brought him comfort and relief . tyler listened as gabriela spoke . she had the ability to bring clarity to his sea of thoughts . he knew that she was right and her words had meant the world to him . that's all he had ever wanted ;; all he wanted was to be a good father and a good husband . her kiss on his forehead helped settle his emotions and her reassures made him sigh in relief . it was important to tyler to know that she had so much faith in him , and it gave him strength . tyler didn't know everything but all he knew was that he needed her . " thank you . " he breathed with gratitude . his hazelnut hues gazed over his wife's beautiful brown ones . " i can't tell you how much it means for me to hear you say that ." he confessed . " it means everything . you mean everything . " another confession escaped from his lips .

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+Bonus

'Cause yesterday, I felt like dancin' Tomorrow, maybe I'll cry Today, I feel like watchin' So let them walk on by, yeah Oh, today, I don't feel like talkin' Oh, soak me into the walls And I'll just watch the world go I'll watch you pass on by, yeah

eleanor was doing everything possible to make sure that her life could be put back on track. each book store in town had a copy of her manuscript. they'd all take it with small smiles unsure of why she was so intense about it all, but she didn't mind. how could anyone understand her one-track mind? it wasn't true, but it felt logical that once her book was picked up again, then the rest of her world would fall into place. the solstice event was a perfect time to network, so despite being anxious in a crowd, she got dressed and made way to the gardens.

a tiny purse, held a few things she wanted to burn. photos of the person who ended up killing her and other tokens of her past. elle hadn't meant to catch the others eye, but their smile along with being next to the fire, made it an easy mistake. taking a long sip of her drink, she then made her way to diana's side. "enjoying the event so far?" she asked before taking a few things out of her bag and gripping them near the blaze.

open to all ! location: paradigm gardens event 002: lighting of the solstice @inaducursehqstarters

Upon arriving in New Orleans, Diana had stayed mostly under the radar, scoping out the townspeople and attempting to figure out where she best fit in. When she heard of the upcoming Solstice lighting, she knew she'd have to be in attendance. What better way to blend into society and meet new people? Perhaps she'd even meet other like-minded gossips such as herself. And of course, there would be so many lovely people for her to engage with and maybe even drink from.

She wound through the gardens with a drink in hand, staying a silent observer before coming to a standstill in front of the roaring fire. The flickering heat felt all-consuming. Taking a step back, she locked eyes with someone across the garden. Raising a glass in their direction, she offered a coy smile. The vampire was here to play, and it was game on.

open starter ⊹₊ ⋆ plotdrop#003 : spirit of fear; @inaducursehqstarters muses ⊹₊ ⋆ gabriela chavez-lockwood location ⊹₊ ⋆paradigm garden

before the blue light could be seen, gabriela felt a shiver run down her spine, causing her mouth to grow dry and her body to tense. the bonfire was dying down, everyone mingling with tired smiles on their faces, it seemed as if the event had actually gone well. until that feeling rose causing, the demon to look for any signs of what might be on the attack. before they could even figure it out, a faint but mesmerizing light caught their eye, filling them with dread.

all that came to mind now, was that her family was danger and they needed gabi to save them. looking around with wide eyes, the demon scanned the gardens for familiar faces. "where the hell are they?" the demon muttered, frantic as horrible scenarios of the people she loved played on a loop in their mind.

there was really no rhyme or reason as to how eleanor ended up at the brewery. maybe it was noise of busy people? someone is bound to help you in a crowd right? or at least that was what the tired girl had hoped. everything was fuzzy and hard to process, so she just followed the sound, shielding her face as the bright lights beamed from the building. dusting herself off, she finally realized that she was in the clothes her family buried her in. a black v-neck sundress and matching ballet shoes. while the only thing to identify her, was the dainty gold chain the read her name in cursive, nikolas gave it to her the night she died.

she was shaken out of her daze by a voice calling her way, looking up with a confused grin, she then pointed to herself to confirm. he sounded kind and there was water at the table, oh how long it had been since she had water. so she found herself skipping over to the empty seat, nodding her head at his question before grabbing the pitcher of water and gulping it down. it felt as if she her whole body lacked oxygen and liquid, causing her muscles to feel tense and strained. after a few seconds, ellie placed the now half empty pitcher on the table. her cheeks turning red as she realized what she had just done in front of everyone.

"oh my god, you'd think being newly dead was embarrassing but this really tops it." she admitted quietly, hoping only the person next to her could hear, while the crowd that glared only saw a nervous smile.

status : open. location : parleaux beer lab, before sunset. tags : @inaducursehqstarters

kilian sits comfortably under one of the weathered canopies just outside the parleaux beer lab, a hazy ipa sweating on the table in front of him. his fingers are coated in black from the charcoal pinched between them, sketching under the glow of the setting sun. lost in his craft, he finds some semblance of peace despite the subject of his sudden artistic inspiration. the details of the shaded drawing capture the intricate features of his best friend, lost in the fire that took their lives. they'd spend their friday evenings at breweries like this, decompressing after a long week of classes and enjoying the company of their closest friends. it was time taken for granted, so now he basks in every moment. relishing in each sip of his drink, recalling memories of laughter and deep conversations, and growing stronger in their bond with one another. now, the table is silent and only one of them remains to carry on the tradition. almost like clockwork and eager for a distraction from his grief, he spots the other step out of the brewery. a smile pulls at his lips and urges him to wave them over, setting aside his sketchbook and wiping his hands as clean as the napkins allowed. " hey ! are you meeting someone here ? 'cause i could use some company if you're not. " kilian says with confidence, before motioning to a seat at his table and leaning a tad closer to them, his tone taking a more playful turn, " besides, i'm getting pitiful stares from the other patrons here for drinking alone. if anything, i'm making it look cool . . . right ? "

hayley would've normally heard her daughter getting ready to approach, but the hybrids mind was filled with too many conversations to notice. a small scream left her lips after being tackled, followed by a giggle when realizing that it was hope. shaking her head softly, hayley looked at her daughter with so much love. she was sure that her kids all saw the way she looked at them, as if they could do no wrong and were able to conquer the world. hugging her daughter tightly, she allowed herself to linger in the embrace. "hi baby, how is your day going?"

knowing hope, she was probably doing the exact same thing as the hybrid. they shared the past time of watching others as they went on their daily lives, ones that weren't filled with the danger of vampires and wolves. placing a soft kiss on the others cheek, she finally pulled back, linking her arm with hope. wanting to bring up the meeting with laurie, she decided against it. so instead she pushed the thought back down in the depths of her mind. there was so much going on and a boy was the last of their problems. "i heard that lizzie is back, how are you handling that?"

THE STREETS OF NEW ORLEANS were covered with tourists, a sight that made the tribid wonder what going through life like that was like. everyone had their what if moments and hope would be lying if she didn't admit to at least a day dream or two about what life would be like if she were a run of the mill ordinary girl. and perhaps that's why PEOPLE watching had become one of her favorite activities when back home ⸺ the atmosphere of such a historic town, filled with the buzzing chat of a modern people, it was endlessly fascinating. even when her people watching had ulterior motives, but it was because of said self appointed task that the petite auburn girl caught sight of a dearly familiar face through the corner of her eye. approaching her as quietly as she could, hope only made a sound as she practically tackled the hybrid by way of a hug. " gotcha ! " she finished with a giggle, a pleased grin forming on rose colored lips. " hi, momma. "

for the past few weeks, josie felt as something was deeply wrong within the city. it felt as if the earth below was rumbling, waiting for the perfect time to do something drastic and that's exactly what happened. people below were stirring in their graves being brought back by a curse. the noise of it all was too much for the siphoner, stumbling into an alleyway she managed to knock over a garbage can, scaring the hell out of the other.

with wide eyes, she looked up to see it was blossom and she let out a heavy sigh of relief. "what have you been seeing blossom?" walking up to the banshee, josie placed her hands on the others shoulder, trying to give some calm to the anxious storm that swirled around them. "i'm right here, don't worry...let's get you somewhere safer and we can talk more okay?"

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she had seen them before, seen their deaths replay over and over in her mind. the few days nights before their death happened. but no, no, it couldn’t of been them, she just had an overactive imagination and clearly everything was her brain mixing her biological parents death with the fasces that had been flashed on the news papers. she couldn’t have been there at the death of the shop keeper nor those of the vampires , yet , it felt like she had been present.

yet, her body had taken her to an empty alleyway, and god it look familiar, like she had seen it in her dreams the night before. herself jumping as she heard a empty can rolling across the alleyway, fear stopping her from moving. “…I think something bad going to happen..” she spoke, to anyone who could hear her.

Thanks, but I’m more of a make-everything-worse kind of gal.