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What is one object in your life that you feel attached or connected to? Why?

Well, there’s always the cane.

#u ddi not say emotionally so #Anonymous #inquiries

do you want to be loved?

Uh, yeah. Sure. My life goal.

tell us more about em.

No.

#the first rule of improv is to never reject your partners reality #anyway addie has a hard time talking about em so #and she a rude dick #Anonymous #inquiries

If you could start any relationship you've had over again, romantic or not, what would it be and how?

I’d start at day one with Em again, just to have those days replay.

#anon #ayeeeeeee #i dont know where this came from but thank friend/??/??#Anonymous #inquiries

bansheeaubri:

Aubri still wasn’t used to the idea that some people in this strange town might actually know what she was without her telling them first. It felt like an invasion of her privacy; something she hadn’t even chose to be. She didn’t like it.

It wasn’t like the woman was forced to use her ‘power’ every day, although it was sometimes surprising how often death would creep around the corners and tickle her fingertips. Even when a dying soul wasn’t somewhere too close nearby, sometimes she could still feel it.

“It certainly is puzzling when some people around here speak of said monsters hiding beneath bone and flesh, isn’t it? Harder to notice.”

She feigned a smile. And it popped off of her like light from a mirror. Desperate to get out, but blinding and foreign in front of you. She could feel the muscles in face -- hear them, really. Too sly to tell now. And she remembered her words anyway.

“ Aw now, you don’t really think we’re monsters, do you ? ”

#( c:aubri )#sorry this is so short ugh

xcviersm:

she still sounded irritated beyond belief, but her words were not fire and honey — her hair color. they no longer bit like the lick of a flame did, but instead, simply breathed lingering hints of sweetness with their heat. he could work with that. after all, annoying her was no fun if all she was was utterly annoyed. she always was, but she nipped back on occasion, a cat with a fascination with anything that resembled his fingers. “ wow, you have an office now ? is it here, elly kedward ? “ he could have gone with “ blair, “ but she seemed like the kind of person who knew a lot about the darker witch legends.

She was swelling. Still rising from the paint drops like they’d splattered her out to make stars or freckles or time. She heard his voice and remembered the last time she ate. Three days ago, her finger hooked around a morsel and now shaking at her side. She’d go home and dine on wine and red meat if she could simply get through this night. It wasn’t his fault; he was just here.

“ I don’t know. Is here where I turned you ? Because in that case, I guess it would be. ”

#( c:xavier )#dat reference doe

bansheeaubri:

How could it seem like one forest was breathing with a life all its own? She supposed it was, technically. Although to her it had less to do with the logic of nature and more with the fact that she was almost positive the trees had eyes. They were watching her, almost like they knew her next move before she even knew it herself.

Aubri couldn’t help but feel like she had intercepted something important; something of which she would have no understanding. It made little sense considering the woman had been the first to speak, and not the other way around. That didn’t mean she was welcome.

“I’ve heard, but I’m not much affected by the tales. Is that why you’re here? You’re bigger than them?”

She could taste death on the girl like frost lingers on branches in winter. Iced over over on the surface for anyone without a blind spot to see. But it coats itself crystal and transparent, as if maybe it could hide itself if only you weren’t paying attention.

Adelaide, unfortunately, was nothing but her own senses and the light of fire between her fingers. The forest was cold and beconing and it called to those who sensed that death beneath its roots and etched into its trunks.

It tasted rotten.

“ Maybe. Maybe I’m the biggest thing in here. ” Her lips twitched upward like she might know a joke to tell. “ But I doubt it. ”

#( c:aubri )

xcviersm:

the phrase “ other monsters “ didn’t sit well in his stomach. it made a pit that he felt tunnel all the way down from his hears. other monsters, as if now he was a monster; as if because she had lost herself to it, she had to crawl in everyone’s veins and change them until they understood. it was never about what he said, at least not mostly. despite his deathly dark sense of humor, he held back his “ takes one to know one “ and instead, proved he did not learn his lesson. “ really ? think you could ? that’s pretty big. and we don’t even really know if he’s real. “

He was a patent she’d placed and founded as her own. Some brand new breed of something that surely someone had done before. But here in this wound that festered and crawled its way up and off of its belly, they were the firsts. And then the wolves. And then all the things that Addie could not keep her fingers from wrapping around and squeezing til something worse than death.

She could almost taste the lingering regret of tying that string to their fingers at either end.

“ I don’t know. Why don’t you make an appointment -- come by during my office hours. You of all people know them. ”

#( c:xavier )

julianbrine:

No part of them was fool enough to consider themself the scariest thing out there if something dark really did inhabit the woods. Nothing could be found in their fingers, fangs, or senses to outweigh what they’d heard on passing tongues. The horror stories so wrapped up in one another that Julian could hear them, and still feel small.

But it hardly mattered.

Maybe, one day, they’d step in and be devoured whole. One day, they’d step in, and everything Julian would cease to be - a broken shell left in the wake. One day, they’d step in, and the evil Thing that claimed the soil would strike out and claim them too.

Maybe it would just be another person, faster, stronger, more scared.

It either would or wouldn’t be. Why not let the makeshift trails eat away at them until then?

“I wouldn’t say ‘caution’ is my middle name. Or yours?”

Each time the wind shifted, she could remember that urge that brought her out into the night for those brief moments. This place had been filling. Sucking itself dry with resources to give and get like blood from a wound and something sickly and metallic ringing in her ears.

She hadn’t counted the ways that made her any more monster than anything else that might lay. But she felt them in her fingers. We are coming, we are here.

We are tired of pretending we’re afraid.

“ No. ” Like new words on her tongue. “ But I like to know my company when I’m being impetuous. ”

#( c:julian )#look at the bad abd v bad hair

bansheeaubri:

Aubri wasn’t one to long for the mysterious; at least not all that often. She much preferred that of which was known and solid – not things that haunted sleepless minds and forests just like this one. Perhaps that was a little strange considering what she was, but it was true.

Yet restlessness still appeared to make a home in her mind as she began what in her imagination had supposed to have been a relaxing winter walk. The woman was smarter than that, smart enough to know that peace might not be the only thing waiting for her in blackwater forest.

She hadn’t planned on making her presence known to the redheaded lady ahead of her, but it seemed that she had noticed her nevertheless. Still, Aubri did not apologize as a small, curt smile flitted to her lips. “and why not? I’m a big girl.”

Pompous. Enough like herself that it sank into the scratches in her ankles and settled like a fresh identity to forget. Too arcane, too awake. And these trees marked their territory by towering with gaping stillness. Adelaide, too, did something in the same, as many years ago had it been.

She was busy and the forest was busy and –

“ There are bigger things out here than big girls. ”

#( c:aubri )#i love ur interpretation of aubri im so down 4 it

xcviersm:

xavier’s head tilted back in mock surprise. of course she knew he was there. he could hear her, smell her, see her fiery red hair from miles away. the soft, yet bright orange stood out amongst the dark green and brown of dead, apathetic trees. he was quiet and he was sure to be ( partially because some part of him wanted the opportunity to scare the unstable witch with a heart of ice, but mostly because he wanted to see who she was when no one was watching ). “ what are you gonna do, turn me into a vampire ? “

He was the worst sound to hear. From the writhing of his limbs across the earth to the same sounds from his mouth. All echoes and that distinct lack of grace. She hated it. Hated him. Hated herself. It was one of those, she was sure of it. And when the mock silence broke and the water rushed into her ears, she hardly breathed. That is what she was used to. “ Maybe. ” Again. “ There are other monsters, you know. Let’s try Bigfoot. ”

#( c:xavier )#fuckin #fite #her #ya rude bitch

julianbrine:

Julian had always been drawn to the Blackwater Forest like a moth to a light – the shade-dappled dance on their limbs and the crush, crunch of hollow steps like a hazy lullaby. In truth, it was an absent kind of draw. Not one they’d spent much time trying to pick apart and strip bare of any significance. Maybe it really was some evil, attaching itself to their flesh and sucking. They’d let it devour them whole for another hour beneath the canopy.

It made their anklet, so crusted over in bought magic, feel almost useless. Almost.

Then she spoke–

Words lilted through the otherwise quiet, catching Julian quite off-guard. And the alluring haze was gone. Stiff, was the space between their gaze and hers.

“Should you? What does it matter?”

The brush itched across her ankles and left them raw from the walk. She’d have closed her eyes and let the scrapes gape like canyons and bleed like fresh trails for those who would crave it, had she stayed silent. Alone.

She could smell the blood around them. At her heel. The lack thereof flowing in their innards like something she’d have created with a puff of spite and a crush of black ice.

But they all looked young and babies were ancients and old were hardly intact and crying for their mothers. One could barely tell the difference anymore.

“ Don’t you know ? It’s dangerous out here. ” And she placed her hands together like the would light a fire. “ Scary. ”

#( c:julian )#GUESS WHO'S BACK #BACK AGAIN #it's no one because this is a new character but #YANO

addie had been wandering through blackwater forest for what seemed like minutes. or miles. time was different here in the back of her throat where ancients lived and expelled the words and thoughts she’d thought she’d keep hushed. shhhh. she blinked and there was sun. stepped into the puddled reflection of the moon and lost track of her wits and what day it had been.

had she ever been there ? had she ?

her eyes opened again and she was on the ground and the dim light flitted through the treetop canopy like sustenance to eat. but she waded through them. stood and continued trekking home.

“ You shouldn’t be out here. “ she peaked out, sing-songy, to the presence she felt near.

#( open )#HAY ITS MOD SHN #take this mess of mine she's awful #pr.start

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#( adelaide )

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