cute but psycho ;;

Anaís Duval | 26 | white witch and what she had was beautiful resilience. she was broken several times but she always found a way of recreating herself. var sc_project=11828568; var sc_invisible=1; var sc_security="585790f8";

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Oliver Lawrence:

“Well I’m hardly about to murder you in the middle of the day and in the middle of the sidewalk am I?” Oliver grumbled, though a smirk pulled at the corners of his lips. “Anyway, how would you know if I was talking on one of those Bluetooth head sets or not?” he pointed out, gesturing towards the side of his head. “I’m fine. Who wouldn’t be in–this.” He couldn’t even gesture properly without bumping into someone. They glared at him, he glared back. Fucking New York. 

“Oh, honey, you’d hardly murder me in the middle of the night on an empty parking lot. But it’s good - for boys to have a little arrogance in them - or so I’ve been told. There’s plenty to go around.”, a faint smirk traced across the witch’s lips, neither here nor there - she preferred to leave her comments up for interpretation to the spectator, it was a way to judge character, and a fun one at that. And Anais preferred to do all things the fun way. Softly she hummed, raising her hand to turn his head the other way, “Nope, I was right - you don’t seem the type for those. But do try to dissuade me if I’m wrong.”  The world around her was a series of quick images, a nasty glare at the corner of her eye, a flash of a sharp smile across her lips that said - come on, do that again, if you dare. “Come on now, no need for glaring and baring of teeth, everyone’s tense. Walk with me, I’ve heard it’s therapeutic for stress, and also I’m very bored.” 

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Josette Mastro:

Bending down to tie her shoe, Josie did her laces before standing to full height and fixing her shirt. Looking out over the street, wondering at what she was going to get to eat, she felt more than saw someone step up next to her. Eyes following a cat as it crept from the shadows, she was reminded of a sobering fact. “I once saw a rat on that street corner the size of my shoe.” nodding solemnly, she tilted her head as if to point out the exact street corner, “Incredible. I’d never seen a rat that size before I moved here; Salem doesn’t have rats like that. This city is insane.” 

“Only the size of your shoe?”, Anias drawled, head tilted as she watched the cat slink behind the corner - pretty things, she had always thought they’d add to her aesthetics, but it seemed like she was bound to always get stuck with dogs who vehemently opposed that idea. “Come to Paris - now that’s what I call rats.” Her eyes fell back to the witch next to her - she had sensed her the moment she got out of the car, but there was something about putting a face to the energy. “I’ve seen a lot of insane places, but nothing quite matches New York. I’m guessing you’re from Salem then? How... appropriate.”, a faint smile ghosted across the girl’s lips as she raised her eyebrow, “So, do you just... walk around looking for weird New York mutants, and talk casually with strangers?”

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Oliver Lawrence:

“Come to New York they said, it’ll be safer they said. What a load of fucking crap,” Oliver muttered to himself. New York was supposed to be a new start for the pack, not one goddamn disaster after another. And now they were under martial law. 

The increased crowds made Oliver’s skin itch, and his nose tingle. Too many sounds, too many smells, too much of everything. And there was nowhere to escape to. Just his gym these days. It wasn’t enough. He missed running in the mountains, in the trees. He missed being able to let his wolf out. He could run in Central Park, but only as a human. Even at night there were too many people around for his wolf to be safe. 

Someone knocked into Oliver hard and he growled, the reaction automatic and instinctive. He sighed, turning towards them. “Sorry,” he said, his voice gentler. “Sidewalk’s a busy place these days.”

“I’d say talking to yourself in public isn’t usually recommended, but let’s be real - this is New York...”, Anais commented casually as she took a step back from the man, readjusting the purse on her shoulder with a slight tilt to her head, “Oh well that’s... one way to react. Should I be scared? Oh well, no that would be far too common-sense for me.” Her eyes followed the crowd around them for a moment before she looked back to the man, a sigh leaving her lips, “Tell me about it, there’s no point to even getting my car up and running. You sure you’re okay hon, you look jumpy. And I mean there’s also the growling part and the talking to yourself part, but I’m not judging, heaven knows I’m not in any place to judge.” 

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Rayn Cooper:

Rayn had looked over her shoulder as she finished with her last session. She had been more active lately since the New Years incident trying to help others if she could, but she needed to go back to work. The gym had been somewhat empty with people recovering and taking time away to be with their loved one’s. Rayn didn’t have many of those. She felt she had about one and a half and so it was just easier for her to go back to work. “ I’m about to leave soon, but if you want I can fit you in now?” The personal trainer replied as she looked over to see sometime enter the room 

“I’m fine alone.”, Anais commented as she made her way into the room, eyes peeled to the heart rate monitor on her wrist so that for a few seconds she didn’t quite pick up on just how rude that had sounded. Not that the witch had any problems with rude - but this had sounded far too brutish for her taste. “Not that I don’t want you around. I just mean if you want to go home, kick it back with a glass of wine, or whiskey - I’m not judging - all that jazz.” Truth be told, she hardly even knew why she herself was here, when she could’ve been kicking it back with a bottle of whiskey and some pretty face from the bar. Probably because casual sex was a viable option, but it couldn’t solve the pent up anger that was still sitting deep inside her. “I’m not going to complain if you want to stick around mon chéri, just surprised that there’s anyone here at all this time of day, or you know... year, given everything that’s happening. I’m Anais by the way, I kick harder than I look capable of - I promise.”

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[kaafka]

“She was transformed. Bold and clear madness shone in her eyes.”

— Zbigniew Herbert, from “The King of the Ants: Mythological Essays,” c. 1999

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Adalina Alvarado:

“Do you think they are doing shots at this fancy joint?” Adalina teasingly questioned. She wanted to just enjoy her night off; she was dressed to the nines and ready to have a good time. The holidays were stressful and even more so with her job since it seemed like more and more calls were made and often for stupid and silly reasons rather than something dire enough to need police intervention. So drinks, dancing, and entertainment were goals of the night like they were any night and she knew she’d be able to tick them all off her to-do list. “I’m still celebrating my 30th and I believe you owe me some.”

“I’m guessing not.”, Anais scanned the crowds around them, chatting away pleasantly, golden champagne in their hands, heavy diamonds around their necks, “Boring is sort of a running characteristic of these things. But...”, she turned around then, a devious smirk finding its way to her lips as she looked at Adalina, “I’m sure we could charm a bartender. If anything, a challenge will give me something to do other than walking around and dying from small talk.” She reached out to grab the girl’s hand and pull her in the general direction of the bar where she’d already had a pleasant conversation with the bartender, “Come on.”, she raised an eyebrow as they snaked through the crowd, “You just turned thirty? Why didn’t you say so - now we’re getting drinks even if we have to steal them.”

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Elodie Glass:

“You’re… Wait. You’re saying your whiskey is Kessler’s? Really?” The blonde pouted and sighed, certainly a comical and rare sight given her usual withdrawn demeanor. Tonight she wanted to have fun, to celebrate… and they were trying to offer her dyed vodka. “I get it, I get it, whiskey’s not fancy… Wine, I guess,” she said, and the bartender offered her a sheepish smile and moved to grab a bottle of cabernet. When someone appeared at her side, she smiled again. “Whatever they’re getting too–I’ll pay,” she said.

Anais, though she thrived on attention, had only a limited capacity for listening to various vanilla conversations and sweet talk, and it dropped even lower if she didn’t have her drink refilled in time. Which in retrospect, she thought might have sounded kind of messed up, but that was just a general mood when it came to her. “Wine and what I’m getting? Sounds like you’re letting go of the brakes.”, she commented airly, gliding into the free spot next to the woman as she smiled, “Oh, don’t get me wrong - I approve. Usually people look first before buying me a drink, but who am I to complain?” She eyed the array of bottles behind the bartender, tapping lightly on the surface before she turned her eyes to the young man, “Be a doll and make us a negroni. Sound good?”

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Remi Duval:

Remi grabbed a champagne flute from one of the passing trays to give her hands something to do. Quietly, she cast a spell of the liquid to assure it’s cleanliness. She’d had enough surprises at theses events to last her a lifetime. Satisfied with the lack of poison, the Duval took as sip and surveyed the room. Everyone looked stunning as usual, the concert had been ethereal as always, and she was waiting for the Ouroboros shoe to drop. “A dash of paranoia, anyone?”

“Aren’t you quite the magician sis?”, Anais had been ghosting through the crowd looking for Remi after they had gotten separated at the entrance. Now she slid her arm under her sister’s as her eyes scanned the room stretching out in front of them, all opulence and gold, “We both know I was always the reckless one. Though I suppose when I start getting paranoid, you know shit has gotten real.”  But Remi had a point, and even if Anais would never let it show, too stubborn about maintaining an air of nonchalance, there was tension in her shoulders and she was watching things more closely, tiptoeing on the edge of paranoia. “Oh look at you...”, she ran her fingers over a lock of her sister’s hair, almost childlike, “You’re so pretty tonight. I mean you always are, but you know.”

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Anais Duval attends Lincoln Center Annual Christmas Ball & Concert wearing Paolo Sebastian 

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Anastasia Vodianova:

Anastasia didn’t know why she agreed with it. Yes, she was bored and yes, normally when she gets bored she does things without thinking straight. On the other hand, she likes to help out a friend, whenever they need helps. The vampire was a tad antsy with the lighting. She finds comfort, on the darkness.

❛ I never did it before… ❜ She cleared the throat. ❛ What I supposed to do?! What kind of pose? ❜ Her mesmerizing pair of grey-bluish hues orbs met hers momentarily, as she stayed in one position, resting her back on the tree.

Anais could be willfully ignorant of other people’s reactions, but that hardly meant she didn’t notice - it was more of a reluctance to nose around. Still, it was hard not to notice the discomfort in the set of Anastasia’s shoulders and the way she seemed to avoid looking up at the clear blue sky. “You okay there?”, the witch fiddled with the camera, her voice conversational, “I could get you drops for that, magic-infused of course. It can help with the whole bright winter light thing.” Raising the camera to her eyes she couldn’t help but let out a chuckle, “Well, here’s to trying out new things. It’s okay, just relax - stay there. Tell me a story about something, anything, to get your mind off of the camera. I’ll catch you in the right moment.”

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Cyrus Hayes:

The Basilisk turned and raised his eyebrows, touching his sunglasses with a knowing movement of head and fingers. “The eyes are the window to the soul. And mine are protected.You can’t steal any fragments of my soul this time.” He grinned, “At least not with that camera of yours.” He shook his head, “You want a photo the shades stay on. The sun might be all wintery but it still causes glare.”

“This time being the key part of that sentence.”, there was something casually ominous about the smirk on her lips, one of those little expressions she got down to a T just for the sake of theatrics, “There are other, more creative ways, but a magician never reveals her secrets.” She had a tendency to slip these little easter eggs into the conversation, more for the sake of her own amusement than anything else - it was like a game to her, all the semi-truths and word play. “Aren’t you a diva? I should’ve known from day one - you’re just a bit too ostentatious. Though that’s just pot calling the kettle black. One day you’ll have to explain the shades.” She had already disappeared behind the camera, the shuttering of the lens filling the chilly air - she always tried to catch her subjects in the in-betweens, pieces of a conversation captured in the moment, a certain urgency to it all. 

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Remi Duval:

She couldn’t lie about her love for playing up the witch stereotype. Her house had a tremendous amount of candles and crystals littered around. Not no mention the faint scent of sage in the air. “I do. Though, it’s been a while since I’ve bathed in virgin’s blood,” Remi acquiesced, with a light shake of her head. “Oh, I’m aware of the fact that I practically gave birth the spawn of Satan. You’re insufferable,” she chortled, moving absentmindedly with each shutter of the lens. 

The corners of her lips ticked up in a fond smile. “You sound like grand-mère. If you give me a peppermint and a few euros you’ll have the act down perfectly,” she teased, looking back over her shoulder. “And My Little Pony was definitely your thing, I simply found your fascination with it vastly amusing.”

“Oh, milk will do just fine if no virgins are available at hand.”, Anais waved her hand flamboyantly before it was back on the camera, the shuttering of the lens filling the empty spaces in their conversation. Some would have called it indulgence - she just called it living, and maybe it was just a matter of perspective, maybe it would have been different had she not been shown the world. It was hard to go back from that. “I’m absolutely precious and you adore me.”, it was the perfect moment - she had caught her sister laughing, one of those laughs that couldn’t be fabricated, that had a certain gleam to them that reflected in the photos. For a moment Anais looked back at the photographs on the camera, looking up only to offer her sister a grin, “These are going to be amazing. And hey, don’t shoot the grandmas down. You know I used to be willing to sell my soul for that stuff as a kid.”, she straightened up then, snapping a picture and peering up from behind the camera, “You mean you lied to me? Look it’s got horses and stuff, what more could I possibly want? Honestly, don’t make me make you watch it tonight, you know I’m capable of it.”

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Harrison Vance:

“I feel like that might be the Amish that believe that, but I could be entirely wrong.” Harrison mused as he looked over towards the other witch. He had no idea how he wound up in this situation, but that was often how Harrison spent most of his day. “Sounds a bit like something that could happen. I think maybe less of your soul and maybe more like a little bit of loss of identity. The more pictures of yourself out there, the more people seem to go off of that versus getting to know someone. “ He shrugged glancing back over. Harrison shook his head as he glanced back at her. “ I’m certain that you do, it’s just I feel awkward now standing here like this” He laughed

“Actually I think you might be right.”, for a moment there was a brief frown between the witch’s brows, before she seemingly let go of the thought with a brief shrug, “Though I’ve heard people claim it’s a modern myth - hasn’t been proven that any society actually has that belief. Not that I’d blame them. Can you imagine how revolutionary these things were when first invented?” She even had some of the old pieces at home, displayed at random on shelves around the house - brief flashes of history she’d collected along the way, one from Budapest, one from Paris. “Harrison’s getting deep.”, there was a grin on her lips as she adjusted the camera and slinked behind it, fond amusement lining her voice, “You’re such a smarty pants sometimes Vance. Don’t take it the wrong way, certainly makes Fitzgerald’s less tedious.” Just in the second, he looked at her, she caught the picture - even without looking, she could tell it would have a certain vibe of presence to it when she looked it later. Pictures caught in the moment always had the most soul. “Okay, I promise I won’t torture you more. You should get behind the drums for one though, I have an angle in mind.” 

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Ghost:

Ghost could immediately tell a witch had entered the room, to which he wrinkled his nose from behind his cup of coffee. Every nerve end in his body was standing up in attention, telling him to leave as soon as magically possible, but he didn’t want to be so obviously running away from anyone. Let alone a witch. “Well, you say that like it’s a bad thing,” he murmured, shrugging. “A little sadism never hurt nobody. A little sadism makes the world go round.”

“Oh there’s a bold claim. You’ve got my attention.”, she propped her elbows back against the edge of the bar, leaning back and crossing her legs at the ankles. Somewhere behind a machine could be heard whirring, drawing a satisfied smile to the witches lip’s as she cast a brief glance to the barman. “Maybe I’ve been too harsh - I can appreciate it, if done with style. Truth be told, I’m probably the last person who has the right to say anything on the topic. It’s not like I’m the good Samaritan.” A devilish smile fled across her lips as she took a pack of sugar from the counter to play with it, “Well, since we’re here. Why are you drinking coffee at ungodly hours?”

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Lucian Tallis:

“You’re embarrassing.” Lucian rolled his eyes but couldn’t help but couldn’t help the slight smirk that pulled at the corners of his lips as he reached to run a hand through his hair. It’s not like he didn’t trust her skills, in fact, that was almost what made him feel a little self conscious. Placing his hands in the pockets of his leather jacket, he gave a slight shrug, fingers closing around his box of cigarettes. “Should I light up so you can make it look like I’m some typical New York hipster?”

“No, I’m spontaneous, there’s a difference.”, she added a bit more theatricality to the way she flicked the hair behind her shoulders, a sly grin spreading across her lips. There was a certain familiarity to this - the two of them out in the winter, camera in her hand, some old banter. It was moments like this that made her remember how much she’d missed Luc. “Now that you mention it - yes. Though I wouldn’t call it hipster per se - the resentful youth? Something blasé about it? It’s quite the aesthetics.”  She was peering behind the camera now, head slightly tilted as she was assessing the situation, “Okay perfect, run your hand through the hair again and we’re good to go.”

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Addison Vale:

“You could’ve caught me at a better time, you know,” Addison teased, yawning slightly as she shifted the case file she was pouring over, shuffling it back into it’s folder. “I’ve been up for basically 24 hours so if these turn out shit, you’ve got no one to blame but yourself.” Dark circles were beginning to make their home below her eyes and the Columbia hoodie she was wearing didn’t do any favors to fixing the disheveled look. She didn’t really, care, though, and lifted her coffee mug to her lips, giving Anais’s camera an arched brow as the sunlight poured through the cafe’s window. “What’s this series going to be called? A study in twenty-first century exhaustion?” The weeks before Christmas were always hectic– it was like everyone felt the same pressure to get work done so they could enjoy time off with their families and Addison was no different. No one had felt like celebrating anything last Christmas but this year, she really did want to try.

“When is it ever a good time with you?”, in other context, the words might have sounded harsh, but Anais said them as a chuckle left her lips and she fiddled with her camera, “You’re lucky I’m entirely ignorant towards other people’s exasperation or we would never go out or force you to do an impromptu photo shoot.” Even if somewhat begrudging, it was enough of a yes for Anais to put down the tea she was sipping on and take a few steps back to get the perfect frame. “First of all, they’re going to be great, because well... skill.”, with one finger in the air and the way her hip popped out as she spoke it was clear there was some theatrics added to her seeming self-assurance, “And second of all, you’re gorgeous - I think mildly exhausted looks good on you. If anything circles sometimes do more good than harm in pointing out the eyes, trust me.” She was already behind the camera, lowering herself at just the right angle as her finger hovered above the trigger, “A study of empowering women. Stop complaining, it’s very chic to be tired these days.” She could already see this put through a black and white filter, and the light adjustment would be minor - there was something about the pure daylight that added a certain air of authenticity to the photographs. “This will be amazing.”, soft, simmering excitement lined her voice - she always got this way when she thought the pictures, although unplanned, would have so much more soul to them, “I love the little smile behind the coffee cup.”