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the other approached her so softly, that gabriela didn't even realize she was there, until the quiet voice spoke. wiping their eyes, the demon looked over to see nova, someone who had known mariana for a long time. the only response that she could provide was a nod yes, before taking the tissues and rubbing her nose. "thanks, i mean you kinda already know what's wrong but really thank you." it felt calming, to have someone so caring at their side. the distress slowly rolled off their shoulders as they grabbed the water, taking slow sips to steady the nerves.

this was not how gabi wanted nova to see her, but there was no turning back. normally she would fight it, act as if this wasn't happening until the person left. "i'm just terrified for my family. they are in danger because of me. sure i thought that danger was dead, but i should've realized that someone like me, can only be happy for so long." last week, her only worry was the kids moving out of the house. they were all moving on with their lives and she was beyond excited. now, all of that felt so far away and it was all their fault.

What did Nova know about the Lockwood-Chavez family? Truthfully she knew Mariana the longest, ran into the remaining siblings, and that's about it. She also knows that Mariana must have been through it with this mystery kidnapper. Maybe that's why she wanted to compensate with care packages, not that it would make a huge difference. But sometimes everyone needed a pick me up.

Nova paused in her steps noticing someone cry. She made an observation that she looked like Kaya at an angle before shaking her head. The witch gingerly sat down next to her. She took out an unopened water bottle and tissue packet handing it to her.

"You don't have to tell me whats wrong." Nova said softly.

And I burn for you And you don't even know my name If you asked me to I'd give you everything

josie laughed softly at mavi's comment, it wasn't something she could relate to until tonight. for the past three years, the siphoner shut that part of her off. losing lizzie was far too much and because of it she lost all ability to love. but now that her twin was back from the dead and she stood watching couples as they danced with glee, she began to understand that longing. "well you are sorta right, i mean tonight we could do whatever we wanted and it's all because we are single." shrugging her shoulders, she looked to the other. "what's your type? maybe we can set you up with someone."

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She sat at one of the many tables, lucky enough to get one that was vacant - which surprised her seeing as how many people were here. "New Orleans parties are on hell of a thing," she mused to herself, resting her chin on the palm of her hand. "God I hate being single," she groaned, "it's so... boring"

her body seemed to collapse, but never hit the ground thanks to caroline's abilities, of being both a concerned mother and vampire. the question ran through her head and eleanor wanted to answer it. she saw someone before becoming conscious but had no idea who it could be. "i saw someone, and they said something to me but i can't remember what." there was no telling how long it took to walk from the cemetery to here, but from the way her feet and legs felt it must've been a few hours. "i dug out of my own grave, so the world is spinning."

at first she thought she was hallucinating. that it was maybe some trick of the light or something because what her eyes were seeing did not seem possible. you'd think nothing would surprise her considering the path her life has taken. how many impossible things had happened to her ? but here stood someone that she knew died. someone her son had lost, someone that would have become her daughter in law. "oh my god, ellie, " shock evident in her voice. an arm quickly wrapping around the other in hopes to comfort her. " we'll figure it out, honey. " did she have a clue ? absolutely not. but she wasn't about to let eleanor wonder around confused and alone. " what's the last thing you remember ? "

gabriela had a nose for darkness, being able to sniff it out anytime it was close. the sense never shocked her, living in new orleans always meant there was something lurking, but after having kids she became a bit more sensitive to the feeling. standing by the fire, the demon took a deep breath, rolling her eyes before his voice could hit her ears. a sweet talker, something gabi knew about all to well.

taking a sip of their drink, they shrugged their shoulders before looking to the other. "you don't look like the type to enjoy stargazing. seems to chill for you." turning from the flames, gabriela looked at the other sternly, unsure of what to make of him. he wasn't anything she couldn't handle, having her fair share with dangerous beings. yet, she was nervous about what his intentions were. "plus if i was to go stargazing it would be with my husband."

open starter for ♔ @inaducursehqstarters location ♔ paradigm gardens

tobias  parker  lounged  by  the  bonfire,  the  stars  shimmering  above  like  celestial  secrets  waiting  to  be  uncovered.  the  magic  in  the  air  buzzed,  intoxicating  and  invigorating.  he  noticed  a  newcomer,  a  silhouette  against  the  flames,  and  flashed  a  charming  grin.  "welcome  to  the  festivities,"  he  purred,  his  voice  smooth  as  velvet.

his  shadow  specter,  an  ethereal  wisp  of  darkness,  hovered  at  his  side,  eager  to  cause  a  little  mischief.  "the  stars  are  quite  a  sight  tonight,"  tobias  continued,  eyes  gleaming  with  a  mix  of  warmth  and  mischief.  "care  to  join  me  for  a  bit  of  stargazing?"

gabriela was used to tyler leaving during the full moon, knowing that when he got back, the two would spend hours talking and holding each other close. not every trip caused him to come home with old emotions stirred up, but it appeared this one had. she could hear it in his voice on their first call, but waited to question him until they were able to speak face to face. the bayou had become their safe place, free from all the pain and judgement the world had brought them years before. seeing him there against the countertop, it caused her whole body to instantly soften. gliding over towards him gabi placed a hand on his face, taking in the way he felt against her palm. a smile growing on her lips once he spoke. "i don't mind being so co-dependent when it comes to you." she smirked before placing a soft kiss on his forehead.

standing in front of him, gabriela's arms snaked around his waist before tilting her head. eyes tracing his features, as if he had been gone for years. "i missed you too. how about i make us a drink and we debrief?"

↷ closed ╳ @iknowthvnd ↷ muse playing ╳ tyler lockwood ↷ location ╳ bayou ( maison madison ) ↷ plot ╳ utp

tyler was happy to be back home . he had gone out of town for three days to help his friend's son learn how to transform into a werewolf safely , for the first time . this had brought back memories of the first time tyler had turned . he remembered having to remove all his clothes until he was completely naked before folding his clothes neatly to the side . he recalled putting the cold metal shackles on his wrists and ankles , which followed the endless waiting before every bone in his body broke over and over again , and last he remembered the fear of what would happened if the chain broke . however in the bayou where they lived things were different . there was no chains need amongst werewolf . tyler leaned on the kitchen countertop as he saw gabriela walk in . they had of course talked over the phone in his absence but to feel her hand move slowly over his face felt so needed . eyes closed as he felt a wave of peace and comfort rush through him . " god i missed this . . i missed you . " he confessed .

josie wasn't normally one to be out in society, often finding herself at home with a good book, or some new gripping television show, but it was a hot day and being near water felt like the perfect getaway. setting out her towel, she placed all her belongings neatly around, before going to grab a drink with a book in hand. by the time she came back, a piña colada in one hand, her sigh covered by the book. unaware of her surroundings, the siphoner sat on someone else's blanket, only to be sucked deeper in the story she read.

it wasn't until an annoyed voice rang in her ears, that she realized she wasn't with her things. looking around with wide eyes, she quickly got up, her cheeks flushing as she apologized. "oh, i'm so sorry, i uhh wasn't paying attention. i got sucked into this book and must've sat on your towel. i'm not wet so it shouldn't be soaked or anything."

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the water felt so refreshing, the cool sensation hitting against the new hybrids skin. she felt at peace, the first time in the last month where she had truly felt at peace. everything became an overwhelming feeling and something she had never wanted. she was happy as just a wolf, she could control that just about and now, now she felt as if she had taken five steps backwards. but the swim, it was helping her, everyone of her senses just focusing on the water. the sounds, the feeling, it felt good. finally getting out of the water, an hour after she started her swim, there was a small roll of her eyes for a brief moment. “do you mind, you’re sitting on my towel.” she almost snapped at the person. the sense of calming she had fading almost instantly. god, maybe she should just live in the water and as far away from society as she could.

hearing the other voice caused her shoulders to jolt upwards, wiping her tears, she sniffed before letting out a sigh. "no, not really. pretty sure the only person who has seen me cry is my husband. which has been in our house and never in public." this all felt like a new low, of course she'd dealt with much worse. being a demon who brought souls wasn't exactly an easy or decent job. yet, she would rather be doing that than know that her family was in danger. "just got a lot going on and really not sure how to handle any of it, but i'll figure it out."

looking up at the other, she noticed the cigarette and decided to give into temptation. "do you have any more of those?" the only thing the demon smoked was for medical purposes but right now the smell seemed to provide calm.

Cigarette smoke swirled upward from the ash tray on his desk as he read over the current file he'd been working on. Typical work like always, some husband wanting to catch his wife in the act of cheating or vise versa. It seemed like no one in New Orleans had the desire to be faithful. At least not the seedy fools who came slinking into his office. It always ended the same way, even the ones seeking truth were often unfaithful as well, just looking for a reason to feel better about their own actions.

Tired, and with a headache that made reading the small printed text nearly impossible, he stood up, placed the still it cigarette in his mouth, and stepped out of the office. Down the internal steps and out the front door, he walked with the cigarette hanging from his lips, checking his phone and barely looking where he was going. That was the typical routine. He always had unread notifications from girls he'd hooked up with once or twice (never three times), or clients looking for updates on cases he hadn't broken yet. For the most part, all of them went ignored.

As he strode out of the office building and toward the water to enjoy fresh, clean air along with his cigarette smoke, he caught the sound of someone crying. His bread and butter, truly. Unlike some men who loved to pray on the emotionally unstable for romantic purposes, Heath had realized early in his career that these were the people who needed his help most. They had cases, they had issues, they had problems that only a sneak like Heath could solve.

He came to a stop next to the emotionally distraught person and flicked the cigarette ash onto the ground. Taking a long drag, he exhaled and said, "You alright?" Clearly they were not alright, but hey I noticed you sobbing from across the street was not a good entry into conversation with a stranger.

shaking her head, the siphoner couldn't even be mad at the outburst. something was off in the city, maybe even the world and it was hard to figure out what it was. josie could feel it as if it was happening below her feet, little did she know that it actually was. "honestly, don't worry about it. i barely slept last night."

shrugging her shoulders, josie gave the other a sweet smile and nodded. "yeah sure that sounds great, but i will buy the next round. i mean you can't have only one pina colada." a soft giggle left her lips, before placing all of her belongings in a tote. "i'm josie, by the way."

mau knew she shouldn’t get snappy and angry at the other, it was a simple mistake. her eyes roaming the patch and seeing the others towel a mere few meters away. a long drawn out sigh escaped her lips. “yeah sorry..didn’t mean to snap.” she remarked, scratching the back of her neck. her anger being worse than it was when she first triggered her werewolf gene. “i’ll buy you a drink to make up for being so snappy for you, it’s the least I can do.”

with all gabi's being, she hoped that kaya wouldn't call her an overbearing mother, but being a demon meant the dangers of the world were much bigger. those monsters you tell your children not to worry about, for the lockwood family they were very real. yet, tyler and gabriela did their best to raise their kids not afraid of those monsters, instead to look it in the eye and bear their teeth. with the news of the recent murders, it was hard not to double check on the people the demon held close.

kaya sat in her favorite spot, legs folded with no care for anything other than the notepad on her lap. there was something wrong though, her tense shoulders matched her frustrated face. unaware that they were staring so intensely, they shook their head and walked closer to their daughter. "sorry babygirl, i got caught up watching you in your element." when getting closer, gabi climbed up the stone and took a seat. glancing at the crumbled papers with red and black sketches strewn about, she furrowed her brows. "what's going on sweetheart?"

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There was nothing Kaya enjoyed more than people watching at Fulton Street Square. She sat atop a stone ledge with one leg folded under her and the other dangling off, her sketchbook carefully balanced on her lap. With a tray of art supplies on the ledge next to her, she began to carefully work on a few thumbnails, trying to decide on the perfect composition for her next painting.

Again and again she drew the same, bloody bodies and ritualistic symbols. The news of recent supernatural death had plagued her mind, no matter how hard she tried to stop thinking about it. She tore the page out of her sketchbook, crumpled it, and tossed it onto the stone next to her, grumbling at herself.

She took a sip of the hot coffee to her right and settled back in again, sketching and sketching but still finding nothing other than blood. Just as she was finishing up the last thumbnail, the first one that looked even borderline promising, she felt a pair of eyes watching her from across the street. The brunette looked up from her book, "What's so interesting that you feel the need to stare?" she asked with a raised brow.