𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖘 place is 𝖍𝖆𝖚𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖉

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p r i v a t e ˖ ‎‎i n d e p e n d e n t‏‏‎‎‏‏‎‏‏‎ ˖ ‎s e l e c t i v e ˖ m u l t i - m u s e‏‏‎ featuring original characters and lore with horror/supernatural & fantasy themes. novella and multi-para. dark and potentially triggering content will be highly present. read rules before interacting. 18+ only.

-- penned by shadow

⸸˖ 𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖉 ⸸˖ 𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖘 ⸸˖ 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖒𝖔

[katevictoriax]

What’s a little sexting between pals

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citysided​:

          Kurt had fully been expecting Julian to play into the kiss and maybe even turn it into a small makeout session or something, since he’d been the one looking at his lips, but he found himself to be proven wrong when the other male had suddenly jerked away from him. Hand falling from his neck, his fingers curled against his palms and his big blue eyes blinked incredulously. ❝ Uh… ❞ Julian wasn’t even smiling anymore, his previously happy expression replaced by…annoyance? Discomfort? Kurt couldn’t really tell. He was visibly confused, his gaze following after the taller male as he pushed himself up to his feet.

          Dating had never been discussed, but Kurt figured figured they had something special with all the time they’d been spending together. The beach, the train tracks and secret hangout, the gardens and all the kisses and moments shared between - what made this situation now any different? He’d fucked and kissed him before with no problems.

❝ Okay, what the fuck? I’m sorry if me kissing you suddenly offends you in some way, but let me just point out that you were the one looking at my lips. So you definitely invited it or whatever. ❞ Getting to his feet, Kurt dusted the grass off of himself and then adjusted the camera that hung from around his neck. God, this entire situation suddenly became so unexpectedly uncomfortable. ❝ That was just like, really unexpected and we were having such a nice time. Are you okay? ❞ He asked, carefully placing a hand against Julian’s arm to express his concern.

⸸˖ ‒‒‒‒‒ 𝕭𝖊𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝕶𝖚𝖗𝖙 𝖍𝖆𝖉 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓 𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖉 𝖍𝖎𝖘 mouth, Julian knew that he'd probably offended him. He couldn't blame him, really, after he'd just led him on so carelessly and then pulled away. But still, despite knowing that he'd had a hand to play in the situation that was now unfolding, he couldn't say that he necessarily felt any form of remorse about it. Sure, he might have been thinking about kissing him, but he didn't actually do it. They weren't a couple, and he wasn't looking to broadcast anything, nor did he want the blonde getting the wrong impression of whatever it was that they'd been doing together over the course of the last few weeks.

            As his arm was touched, Julian casually pulled away, using the motion of adjusting his jacket as a means of escaping the sudden contact. ❝ I'm fine. Just not looking to act like your boyfriend. ❞ He shrugged, playing it cool. It was as though he genuinely didn't realize how much of an asshole he was being, which wasn't really all that far from the truth.             ❝ Don't make a big deal out of it. ❞ Julian gestured with the tilt of his head back towards the path, hoping that Kurt would follow along without pitching a fit. He wasn't exactly in the mood to be hashing out a silly argument with someone that wasn't even his boyfriend. Especially not in public.

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lxvingdeadgxrl​:

   Was it really cemented, though? If she had her way, she would figure out how to craft a spell that would not only remove his parasitic companion, but keep his own soul and life intact. That had been her intention since the get-go, whether he knew it or not. Why should Rosalie be allowed to continue on with her life, after Salem’d had to suffer for all of those years with her riding shotgun? It wasn’t fair.

   And perhaps, her reasoning was also a little bit selfish, as the idea of letting Salem go after growing so attached to him, after growing to love him, killed her. She didn’t want to lose him, didn’t want to say goodbye. Doing so would rip her apart, and she just–she couldn’t lose anyone else.

   No–No, she couldn’t think like that right now. She had him, had every intention on giving him his life back once Rosalie was stripped from his husk. It would all turn out alright in the end. At least, that was her hope. There was always the chance that Salem would just want it all to end, given all he had been through. She could respect that, she really could, but saying goodbye? She didn’t know if she was strong enough to do that.

   The woman hummed softly against his lips, her own arms tightening around his slight frame in response. God, but he fit against her so perfectly, didn’t he? Like two pieces of a puzzle, they were, seemingly meant for one another. How could anyone in their right mind give this up?

   Several more kisses were shared between the two of them, the gestures lazy and sweet. “Mm…could say the same about you.” she offered in return, a soft smile curving her lips. “Not the worst thing in the world, if you think about it. We could be insane together.” she teased.

   A question, was it?

   Time off? Oh…He was going somewhere, it seemed. Not unusual for him. He did pop off sometimes to do whatever, but always came back relatively quickly. Seemed as if this time, though, he’d be gone a bit longer, and he wanted her to go with him. 

   She’d often found herself wondering where it was that he spirited himself away to, so going with him might offer some insight. Plus, it would be time spent away with Salem, and when was the last time she’d had any sort of vacation?    If one could call this outing a vacation, anyway.

   “I’m sure I can take the time off. Know a couple of people that can keep an eye on the place.” Wynter offered. “Where are we going?”

⸸˖ ‒‒‒‒‒  𝕴𝖙 𝖘𝖊𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖉 𝖆𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍 𝖘𝖔 𝖒𝖚𝖈𝖍 time had passed since he'd met her and fallen in love, and yet Salem still couldn't seem to comprehend how real what he had with Wynter was. Sometimes he could swear that he'd dreamed the whole thing up, as the mere concept of someone like her being with someone like him just seemed entirely absurd. She was out of his league on so many levels, and yet she'd still chosen to give her heart to him; a gift that he was careful to never take for granted.

            Salem had kissed her and she'd kissed him back; another concept that would give him butterflies whenever he thought about it too hard. It seemed as though he was lucky for the first time in his life, although he was cautious not to let those feelings get away on him. Life had a way of constantly knocking him on his ass, and climbing too high up that ladder of hope would only result in a farther fall and a harder landing.

            To Salem's utter relief, Wynter had agreed to go with him without the need for prodding or pleading. It was just another testament to her feelings for him, which brought him more confidence and made his heart feel all the more full. His anxiety was quickly washed away by waves of warmth and a genuine smile began to pull at his lips as they met with her cheek, pressing a firm kiss to it. To say that he was pleased would have been the understatement of the year.

            One of his hands raised, tattooed fingers gently tucking a piece of Wynter's hair behind her ear. ❝ It's a little difficult to explain. ❞ He paused for only a moment. ❝ It's a lot to explain, actually, ❞ he corrected himself. ❝ We're going to a place that you've never been to before. You've probably heard of it, but only in books and old stories. Maybe through rumors. ❞ He gave a small shrug of his shoulders. He realized that he was sounding pretty cryptic, but he was simply trying to give her a solid answer without sending her into shock. It was a lot of information to swallow all at once, after all.             ❝ There's a world beneath our world. It's bigger than anything you've ever seen, ❞ Salem went on to explain. ❝ It's probably just easier if I show you... Do you trust me? ❞

            Rosalie had sensed Wynter's potential as a magic-user from the moment that she'd met her, so discovering that she hadn't tapped into a vast portion of it had come as quite a surprise. Of course, it followed then that she didn't know about the existence of the underworld, and while Rose had wanted to rip it off like a bandaid and throw her into the deep end to see if she would sink or swim, Salem had his reservations. Perhaps it was because he was soft for her and looking to avoid piling on further trauma, but it had all worked out in the end.

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phantasmagcrical​:

‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒‒  ❝ TRUST ME , Shiloh, I have my ways to get this ice cream abomination set in motion! ❞ Wrinkling his nose, he’d still have vivid imagery of how it’d look, the disgusting concoction enough to put even the most boneheaded down for the count: milky cheese dust. Eugh. How fast would the two of them vomit or shit themselves, he wondered? He’d refrain from mentioning it, feeling like she’d probably not want THAT imagination thrust on her while they walked toward a little ice cream place.

      It’d be equal to TWO GIRLS ; ONE CUP being brought up.

     ❝ Dread the day, rue THIS day, and prepare your tongue for the disgusting flavor of your OWN design! Insert evil laugh here, ❞ he’d joke, placing cigarette to lips to take down another few years off his life ; at this point, he was probably destined to drop dead tomorrow or the next day or the day after – or any time at all. Maybe Shiloh would get lucky and he’d just fall face first into the pavement and she’d be rid of the dreadful future he had in store for them! 

      Why was he so giddy about this? This was them trying a disgusting flavor of ice cream, but…it just felt he’d been promised to spend the night with royalty or a celebrity – weird how that felt! He’d offer a larger smile toward her, mind at ease as they left behind Stacy and the haunted mansion from Disney, her reveal of flavors a stark contrast to what he’d been expecting ; maybe she just seemed like a dark chocolate kinda gal, but bubblegum felt so out of left field!

     ❝ Really? I wasn’t expecting that one! I was hoping you’d say that you had some fucked up flavor YOU liked ; I mean, come on: you’re going to get ice cream with a TOTAL stranger and you like BUBBLEGUM ice cream – that’s cute as fuck! ❞ All this spoken while exhaling his smoke into the air, careful to turn his head, not wanting to spin that cloud into her features, unsure how’d she’d take it if he wasn’t courteous of her.

     ❝ – I like butter pecan ice cream the best, by the way, buuuut chocolate is good on most days ; cereal milk just…sounds like heaven, though. Why haven’t places done it? I’d buy the SHIT out of Lucky Charms cereal milk ice cream! That is like smoking CRACK in the morning! ❞ Using one hand, he’d lift it to his lips, pretending to slurp it down loudly. ❝ My little brother used to say I sounded like a vacuum cleaner sucking up a hairball whenever I’d do it. ❞

⸸˖ ‒‒‒‒‒ 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖌𝖎𝖌𝖌𝖑𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖊𝖑𝖎𝖈𝖎𝖙𝖊𝖉 from Shiloh by the string of goofy remarks ‒ and noises ‒ from Adam was accompanied by the crinkling of the bridge of her nose, her chocolate-colored gaze never leaving his face as she strolled down the sidewalk with him. Now that they were both standing and next to one another, she could see just how much taller he was than her; not that it came as much of a surprise. Standing at a miniscule five-foot-one, she was usually looking up at just about everyone that she met, barring children and people that were... sitting down.

            The use of the word ‘cute’ had Shiloh chuckling once again, her gaze shifting momentarily away from his face and down towards the clunky combat boots on her feet. In the short span of time that she’d known Adam, he’d already dished out multiple compliments, and yet she still hadn’t figured out quite how to handle them. Cute wasn’t usually a word that strangers tended to describe her with; not when they actually had the chance to interact with her, at least. She might have looked cute from a distance, but she tended to freak people out and change their opinion pretty quickly once they got closer and she opened her mouth or started 'talking to herself.’

            The raise of an eyebrow pulled her playful grin into one of inquisition. ❝ So are you best buddies with Ben and Jerry or something? ❞ The brunette asked, wondering just how this young man planned on making their ice cream abomination come to fruition. At this point, she couldn’t even tell if he was bluffing or not. Before he could answer, however, she quickly raised her hand, hushing him with a pointed finger. ❝ ‒ Wait, don’t tell me. It might ruin the magic. I want you to be my mysterious ice cream man, ❞ she explained. The idea of Adam having bizarre connections to the ice cream industry was better than whatever his real reason might be, guaranteed... If there was a real reason.

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citysided​:

          Adjusting his position just enough to allow him to see what Julian had been working towards carving on the tree, Kurt discovered that it was the letter J. He’d seen it done before in a few different places, but it was always so cute to him to see people leaving their marks behind through carvings; especially if it was done by two people together, who were basically announcing their relationship to whoever came across it. How many of those people were still together? That was up for debate.

          ❝ What? No. Or, maybe. But not in like a totally creepy, stalker kind of way. In a way that’s like, if you just happen to be passing through the city, by chance, I could show you around and if, by chance, we end up finding some secluded area and we’re fucking each others brains out, then that’s fine too, ❞ Kurt finished explaining before immediately quieting at Julian’s next statement. It wasn’t something he liked to think about, but it was a road he’d been down before and was trying to be more careful of this time around. Admittedly, he had a habit of sometimes getting too attached to guys who didn’t intend on sticking around.

          ❝ Well…You can’t break it if I don’t give it to you, ❞ he shrugged, his gaze focusing on Julian’s face. It was brief, but he’d caught the way his own gaze had dropped to look at his lips before lifting back up to keep eye contact with him. And just like that, it was as if everything he’d been telling himself moments prior had been discarded. A hand was placed against the back of Julian’s neck and, after gently pulling him closer to close the distance between them, he softly pressed his lips against his own.

⸸˖ ‒‒‒‒‒ 𝕬𝖑𝖑 𝕵𝖚𝖑𝖎𝖆𝖓 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖉𝖔 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖌𝖗𝖎𝖓 as Kurt tried to defend himself. At this point, however, it really didn’t matter what he said anyways, as the blonde had already given him far too much power by letting him see the sort of affect that he had on him. More than anything, he was simply trying to get under his skin by getting him all worked up and flustered, which he always so easily let him get away with. Whether Kurt fell legitimately in love with him or not, he was positive that, at the very least, he would be leaving a mark when they parted ways. The boy was clearly quite impressionable... and smitten.

            The hint of a grin never left Julian’s lips while he looked back at the blonde, the cigarette that he’d been smoking resting in his lap between two of his fingers. He knew that he’d invited the kiss by allowing his gaze to wander, but still, as a hand was felt on the back of his neck and he was pulled closer, his posture began to stiffen. For only a moment, he returned the gesture, before ultimately pulling away in a sharp jerk. The smile had faded from his features, a look of slight discomfort taking its place.

            Julian cleared his throat, flipping his pocket knife closed and tucking it away before he pushed himself into a standing position. He wasn’t angry with the blonde, but he couldn’t say that he appreciated the gesture in such a public space. They weren’t dating, after all. ❝ ‘Fink that’s enough for today, ❞ he spoke, taking one last puff of his cigarette before he dropped it and snuffed out the butt with the toe of his boot. ❝ Come on. I’ll take you home. ❞

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No offense but I’m really uncomfortable in my body and I want to rip my skin off

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iiincapacity​:

               lynmouth?   she'd  never  heard  of  it  before  in  her  life.   and  that's  how  she  could  tell  she  was  far  from  home.   every  night  terror  had  taken  place  within  the  confines  of  beacon  hills,   somewhere  she  was  familiar  with.   this  was  real.   she  straightened  up  quietly,   but  her  grip  on  his  arm  never  faltered,   as  if  he  was  keeping  her  from  losing  it  again   —–   his  presence  tying  her  down  like  an  anchor.   teary  eyes  widened  and  shot  to  the  floor  when  he  said  ‘uk’,   lips  parting  to  let  a  shaky  breath  escape.

“    uk  …   as  in  the  united  kingdom?are  you  serious? ”   she  couldn't  believe  it.   she  was  farther  from  home  than  she  thought.   initially,   she  assumed  it  was  somewhere  strange,   but  still  in  america.   definitely  not,   however.   she  almost  missed  the  rest  of  his  words,   and  eventually,   her  gaze  returned  to  him.   “    no.   i  don't  remember  how.    ”

               it  had  come  as  a  severe  shock  to  find  out  that  she  was  no  longer  in  america  and  that  somehow  she'd  washed  up  in  the  united  kingdom.   that  was  crazy.   hands  finally  released  his  arm,   and  she  moved  to  pat  the  expanse  of  her  clothes,   searching  for  her  phone.   a  perplexed  huff  left  her  when  it  came  to  no  avail,   and  she  shook  her  head,   feeling  defeated.   it  probably  wouldn't  have  worked  anymore  even  if  she  did  have  her  phone,   but  maybe  if  it  did  it  could've  helped  explain  how  she  ended  up  in  this  situation.

“    i  was  home,   then  i  was  here.    ”   a  shudder  ran  down  her  spine  as  she  remembered  the  scales  she'd  seen  on  her  own  skin,   opting  not  to  bring  it  up  again.   it  would  only  cause  more  tears.   “    my  dad,   maybe.   what  time  is  it  in  california?    ”

⸸˖ ‒‒‒‒‒ 𝕵𝖚𝖘𝖙 𝖆𝖘 𝕾𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖓 𝖍𝖆𝖉 𝖊𝖝𝖕𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖊𝖉, the woman was pretty stunned to discover her whereabouts, the shock evident as it etched itself into the features of her pretty face. His suspicions of her overseas origins were confirmed relatively easily after that, although he didn’t have many doubts to begin with. California was definitely further than he’d expected though, so he could only imagine her absolute dismay.

            As her hands finally released their grip on his arm, Soren shifted, watching Tracy as she searched for, what he assumed, was her phone. Unfortunately, she’d lost all of her belongings to the sea by the time he’d found her washed up on shore, the clothes that she’d been wearing all that was left for now of whatever life she’d left behind.

            At the very least, Soren was glad to hear that she remembered her father, or at least that she remembered that she had one. Whether there was actually any truth to it, he didn’t know, but it was the first lead that they’d gotten so far. ❝ I’m not sure. Uh, west coast... ❞ he muttered, thinking aloud as he tried to consider the answer to her question. ❝ It’s about eight o’ clock here, so it’s probably around noon over there? Something like that. ❞ He wasn’t entirely sure, but his constant traveling had given him a bit of an educated edge when it came to time zones.

            The captain pushed some long locks of brown hair away from his face with his tattooed fingers. ❝ Is that where you think your dad is? California? Do you know his name? ❞ If she could remember that, then maybe they’d have a shot at finding out where to take her from here. Of course, knowing something about the creature that she’d turned into prior might have given them some leads too, but he was a little timid to bring it up just yet, afraid that he might evoke its wrath somehow.

           Just as Tracy had been thinking about the scales that had covered her skin only moments ago, Soren hadn’t stopped thinking about it. Even now, as she sat on the ground looking pitiful in nothing but his oversized t-shirt with a tear-stained face, he still hadn’t stopped viewing her as a threat. For all he knew, she would turn on him in a moment and go for his throat again.

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citysided​:

Starter for @grihm​ (Julian)

          Sitting in the grass, Kurt’s back was leaned against the tree that he and Julian sat beneath after deciding to take a break from walking through the gardens. He found himself wishing he would’ve worn more comfortable shoes. Flowers of all colors and types were in full bloom around them, making for vibrant, beautiful scenery and air that smelled faintly sweet. It was an attraction that had definitely been worth visiting in Lynmouth. Really, it would’ve been a shame to go all summer without visiting the most popular tourist locations. He’d seen a few of them, but some of them were attractions he didn’t want to go to alone or with his grandparents.

          Julian was on the other side of the tree, hiding a cigarette from view since it was a no smoking area and he was trying to avoid getting caught. It definitely took away from the scent the flowers gave off. He expected this from Julian by now, considering their first meeting consisted of Kurt encountering him by a no smoking sign that was in plain view. Even now, recalling the exchange brought a small grin to his lips.

          Legs comfortably outstretched and ankles crossed, he turned his head slightly to look over his shoulder. ❝ I’m starting to hate this place a little less. It’s still no New York City, but it hasn’t been so bad. Might miss the place, might continue to roast the entire towns inhabitants. Still too early to tell. ❞ Company kept was always a trump card, of course. Any place could be boring with no crowd or the wrong crowd. ❝ You ever been? To New York, I mean, since you travel with Soren and I remember you telling me that you’ve been all over the place. Something like here and there. Everywhere. Just imagine it spoken with a much cuter accent. ❞

⸸˖ ‒‒‒‒‒ 𝕻𝖔𝖕𝖚𝖑𝖆𝖗 𝖙𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖙 𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘 𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖚𝖘𝖚𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖞 something that Julian tended to avoid at all costs, especially after living in the small town for so many years, but he’d somehow convinced himself to make an exception for the blonde. Maybe it was his big blue eyes, or maybe he was just bored, but he found himself sitting with his shoulder against a tree in the flower gardens, a cigarette between his lips. One of his hands was occupied, absent-mindedly carving a J into the bark of the trunk with a pocket knife.

            A hand was raised to pull the cigarette from between his lips before a faint laugh left him in a cloud of smoke. This wasn’t the first time that Kurt had brought up his adoration for his accent, and he was sure that it wouldn’t be the last either. ❝ Been to New York many times, ❞ he answered with a nod of his head. ❝ It’s not my favorite place, but I’m sure I’ll be back that way at some point. ❞

            Julian raised his head and his dark eyes settled on the blues that were looking back at him. ❝ Why? You tryna see how you can keep hookin' up ‘wiff me? ❞ He asked, the grin on his lips widening, growing cheekier by the second. A soft hum left him, his smile wavering only slightly before he spoke again. ❝ I’m going to break your heart. ❞ It was stated matter-of-factly, but with little remorse. His gaze dipped down to briefly glance at the other’s lips before they raised back up to his blue eyes.

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drugrush​:

          From the moment Shiloh began to quickly walk towards him, Felix knew that she was either going to smack him to get him to shut up, or pathetically attempt to cover his mouth. Being as short and tiny as she was, neither of those were going to work too well for her. It was soon made apparent that she had chosen the former, her hand smacking against his arm with a decent amount of force behind it. To no surprise, it only drew laughter from the tattooed male.

          ❝ I can see you trying not to laugh. You know it’s a little funny, ❞ Felix pointed out, able to both see the hint of a grin on her face and the threat of laughter lingering in her tone. He wasn’t going to push his luck though, because he didn’t want to fuck everything up and ruin it all for Soren. He was a pretty cool dude who just wanted to find his dad, and Felix would actually feel a little bad if he fucked that up for him.

          Shiloh’s warnings, however, did absolutely nothing and she didn’t look threatening whatsoever, but it was at least cute and he liked that she had a spine. ❝ I’ve been told I’m an idiot a few times before, but I think it’s fair to say that being here at all, with a plan to break into a dead guys resting place with a sledgehammer, is all sorts of stupid anyway. ❞

⸸˖ ‒‒‒‒‒ 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖎𝖒𝖕𝖑𝖊 𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 smile on her face was enough to make it crack into a wider grin, although Shiloh had continued to do her best to fight it off. After a few moments, she’d managed to do so with some slight success, save for the twitching of one corner of her lips. ❝ Yeah, well, ❞ she shrugged. ❝ -lets not make it worse. ❞

            Shiloh moved away from the lanky blonde then, just as she’d heard Soren’s footsteps approaching from outside of the mausoleum. ❝ Thank fuck, ❞ she breathed, exhaling a sigh of relief. ❝ Where the hell did you find this guy? ❞ She asked, carding her fingers through the roots of her hair to push the soft locks away from her face, all the while flashing Felix a grin. He was a little annoying, but in a charming sort of way.

            Soren’s immediate response was to laugh as he entered the small space, swinging the sledgehammer back and forth by his side while lanky strides carried him past them. ❝ Why? What’d he do? ❞ He asked through a wide grin, his dark gaze briefly catching the light hues of Felix’s on his way by. He knew him well enough by now to know that he was incapable of resisting stirring the pot, and so he wasn’t surprised to hear that he’d done something to ruffle Shiloh’s feathers while he’d been away.

          A small shake of her head was given. ❝ Nothing. He’s just a knob. ❞ She moved away from the wall to get a better view as Soren began to dismantle the stone wall that covered the crypt, chunks of rock crumbling off and clattering to the ground in billowing clouds of dust.

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⸸˖ ‒‒ 𝖈𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝔣𝔬𝔯 : @honeyhcarted​​

⸸˖ ‒‒‒‒‒ 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖆𝖗𝖐 𝖛𝖊𝖎𝖑 𝖔𝖋 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖋𝖆𝖑𝖑 was just beginning to settle over the woods, the last rays of sunlight slipping through the spaces between the thick array of tree trunks in golden beams as the sun prepared to dip below the horizon. Shiloh didn’t know how long she’d been walking for, or even in which direction she’d been headed in, but her feet were beginning to grow sore in the worn soles of her black combat boots. Her legs had seen better days too, as the tattered fishnets that she wore had provided her little protection from the brambles and branches that she’d been traversing through.

            Being so far out, natural light was all that Shiloh had to rely on, and so she was grateful when she’d finally found her way back to the road before she’d completely lost the ability to see to the clutches of nightfall. More than anything, she was just happy that she hadn’t been eaten by a wild animal, as she could only imagine how many of them she must have passed on her trek through the woods. How she had gotten there to begin with, she didn’t know. She’d woken up with virtually no memory of her past, barring a few vague shreds. Even her own name evaded her.

            Only moments after she’d stumbled out from the edge of the tree line, the brunette spotted a bright yellow bus, its vibrant color a stark contrast to the dark of the woods. Her chocolate-colored eyes immediately met with the green gaze of the tall male that was next to the vehicle. ❝ Um, hi, ❞ she spoke after a moment, immediately causing her to question herself. Was she always this bad with starting conversations, or had the amnesia just left her inconveniently awkward?

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          Admittedly, it had been stupid on Felix’s part to raise his voice in a crypt that they’d just illegally broken into, and maybe he’d gotten a little too comfortable with it being the dead of night when nobody was around; except for whoever was working the graveyard shift, probably. Even so, the reprimanding he got from Shiloh only brought a devilish grin to his lips, and there wasn’t a hint of regret to be seen on his face.

          ❝ Nevermind, nobody is in here! The crypt is empty! ❞ Felix called out again, though not quite as loudly as last time since he didn’t actually want any of them to get caught. He was playing with fire regardless, because it was very possible that he could fuck everything up for them and make them have to come back another time to try again, but he was fairly certain that it would be fine. ❝ Tweet about it? C’mon, now you’re just being ridiculous. I know you’re frustrated, but calm down. You’re gonna wake the dead. ❞

⸸˖ ‒‒‒‒‒ 𝕬𝖋𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖜𝖎𝖋𝖙𝖑𝖞 𝖈𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖇𝖊𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖎𝖔𝖗, Shiloh had expected Felix to quiet down and heed her warning, but he surprised her by doing the exact opposite and calling out into the quiet of the night once again. Her dark eyes widened and her head pivoted, snapping quickly in his direction as the frown that she wore creased itself deeper into her features. She was almost too shocked to be upset.

            Swiftly closing the distance between them, Shiloh delivered a firm swat to the male’s arm, the faintest of smiles creeping in to mix with the frown that she wore. Despite the serious nature of the situation, she couldn’t help but see the humor in it. She wasn’t looking to run from the cops tonight, however, and so she needed to make herself perfectly clear. ❝ Shut the fuck up, ❞ she warned him, doing her best to hide the inflection of a giggle in her tone as she glared up at him. She could only imagine how unintimidating she looked, however, as he towered above her. ❝ You’re a fucking idiot. ❞

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          Even with how little Felix had spoken to Shiloh, he could tell that she was weird, and it wasn’t the kind that he was used to either. The girls he knew were wild cards and sometimes outright crazy, but Shiloh was a different kind of weird. The best comparison he could think of was back in elementary, where someone would be singled out as an oddball and everyone would avoid them because they were just strange. That wasn’t necessarily a bad thing though, and obviously he wasn’t about to reenact the shit he would’ve done as a child.

          ❝ A ghost with melting skin? ❞ Felix asked, quirking a brow. Everything about the supernatural was still so fresh and new to him, and he’d barely even scratched the surface when it came to learning about it. Naturally, he was really curious about it and could probably spit out a hundred questions about it within the span of a few minutes. On the other hand, not knowing was probably wiser in some cases. ❝ Sure, that counts. Dunno how long you’re planning on sticking around for, but maybe you can tell me the story sometime, ❞ he suggested, shoulders shrugging. It was just an idea, nothing that he was trying to make into a solid plan. ❝ Yo, Soren! C’mon, dude. I’m gonna be joining the dead in here at this rate, ❞ he called out, wondering if his voice would reach the sailor’s ears or not.

⸸˖ ‒‒‒‒‒ 𝖂𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖊 𝕾𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖔𝖍 𝖘𝖚𝖕𝖕𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖘𝖍𝖊 would have plenty of free time in the upcoming weeks, as she didn’t have any personal to-do list in the small seaside town and a rather limited list of connections within it, she still wasn’t entirely sure that devoting any of that free time to the tatted-up blonde was a good idea. Still, as she tended to do, she ignored her better judgement and nodded her head. ❝ Maybe. ❞

            Before she could say much else, Felix had broken through the still of the night by calling out for Soren, causing a frown to crease into her features and her head to raise. ❝ Jesus christ, shut up! ❞ She warned him. ❝ You wanna tweet about it too? Let everyone know that we’re illegally breaking into a someone’s crypt? ❞ Her arms folded over her chest then, her back slumping back up against the stone wall.

            Just like Felix, Shiloh was beginning to grow a little antsy as she waited for Soren’s return, but she knew that the walk from the trail to the top of the hill was decently long. It wasn’t as though they’d been able to park in the intended lot, as they’d leave behind too much evidence to follow, should they get caught. She just hoped that it wasn’t the groundskeeper that was causing the stall in the Captain’s return.

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@grihm from X 

   Truth be told, it really wasn’t out of the norm for Wynter, either, what with the shop and all. People rather liked being able to pick up the morning paper on their way to wherever it was they were going, and didn’t seem to appreciate it when the store wasn’t open in time for them to purchase it. 

   But things had changed over the last two years, and the hours at the shop had been turned on their head. She had an entire day off now, which was insane, not to mention later mornings and even days where she closed up early. Because of all of that, she’d been able to change up her sleep schedule a bit, to the point where those disgustingly early mornings were a thing of the past and she was actually able to take a bit of time to herself before opening the doors for the day.

   Of course, the best part about all of that, was being able to spend more time with Salem. God, but the two of them had grown so close, hadn’t they? Something she hadn’t thought possible, after how their first meeting had gone down. But after getting to know him, learning of his ‘curse’ as it were…well, she’d softened up to him. He made her feel things no one had ever made her feel before, made her feel special, wanted and loved…

   It was all kind of crazy, really, but in the best possible way. She hoped that she was able to make him feel the same way, because she strived to do so each and every day.

   “Mmm.” the young woman noised, gladly moving closer at his urging. A little smile tugging at her lips as Salem pressed a kiss to her forehead and threaded his tattooed fingers through her hair.

   Fuck, she adored those sweet gestures of his more than she could put into words. “No…bed was cold, n’I smelled the coffee.” she explained, pressing a kiss to the corner of his lips. “Sleep okay?”

⸸˖ ‒‒‒‒‒ 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖊𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝖉𝖔𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖉 𝖋𝖆𝖙𝖊 always sat heavy at the back of Salem’s mind, the voice in his head a literal reminder of just how cemented his future, or lack there of, was. Dark, dismal and void of any shred of joy; best he could hope for was a silent oblivion. Still, despite the substantial weight of the burden that he carried, there was something about being with Wynter that made him feel light again. Even if it was just for a few moments, she could make him forget about the dull ache that had taken up a permanent residence in the hollow of his chest and allow him to breathe again, without worrying about what was to come. She had a way of making him live in the moment that he’d never found with anyone else, and he would certainly be chasing that high for as long as she would let him.

            The man’s posture, normally rigid with stress and anxiety, softened into Wynter’s touches, the smile on his pierced lips growing moderately wider as a kiss was pressed to the corner of them. His last intention had been to wake her from such a good sleep, be it by the wafting scent of the fresh coffee or his noisy puttering about the kitchen, but he couldn’t say that he really regretted doing so now that she was here with him like this.

            A nod of his head was given, although saying yes was a bit of a stretch. The small amount of sleep that he’d gotten had been nice, but so fleeting in its length that it had hardly made a difference in quelling his exhaustion. He didn’t think much about it though, as losing sleep wasn’t out of the norm. Before any other words could be exchanged, his hold on her small frame tightened further, tattooed fingers sinking lightly into the soft flesh of her hip as he pressed a long kiss to her lips. He had to fight off the urge to to keep her there as his hands traveled the length of her slender torso, but he’d learned from experience that his desire to be all over her twenty-four-seven would be unending, and so he’d been forced to learn some self control.

            Another string of kisses was shared between them before Salem paused, his lips never moving far from the necromancer’s. ❝ You’re going to drive me insane, ❞ he admitted, as though he hadn’t already lost most of his marbles before he’d fallen in love with her. He allowed himself to steal one more kiss before he pulled his face away, although his hands remained on her body.

            A raise of one of his eyebrows followed. ❝ But, uh, I’ve got a question for you. ❞ A small pause. ❝ I know that you’re busy. You’ve got a shop to run and all, but do you think you could take some time off? I need to leave for a couple of weeks and I... want you to come with me. ❞ His confidence wavered slightly as he spoke, his pale gaze dipping downward and momentarily away from her face as he’d offered up the request. It was rare that he ever asked her for much, as he’d been timid to find out where he fell on her list of priorities, but the thought alone of being away from her for so long pained him now. Before, he would come as go as he pleased, sometimes without as much of a warning, but now he found it hard to peel himself away from her for more than a couple of hours. Things had certainly changed as soon as she’d wiggled her way into his heart.

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               the  sobs  didn't  stop,   and  she  refused  to  move,   even  as  the  stranger  kneeled  beside  her.   her  arms  tightened  their  hold  around  her  knees,   and  a  soft  whimper  escaped  her  when  he  spoke.   she  was  still  there.   there  was  no  way  this  was  reality.

               when  she  felt  the  warmth  of  his  hand  on  her  back,   her  eyes  slowly  opened,   and  she  lifted  her  head  to  look  at  him.   tears  continued  to  stream  down  her  reddened  cheeks,   and  pearly  whites  tugged  her  lower  lip  into  her  mouth.   she  was  trying  to  listen,   trying  to  take  what  he  was  saying  seriously   —–   her  mind  had  a  way  of  playing  tricks  on  her.   was  he  real?   or  was  he  the  part  of  a  night  terror  that  came  just  before  it  turned  awful?

               reluctantly,   she  nodded,   arms  slipping  from  their  position  to  wrap  gentle  fingers  around  his  arm.   he  felt  very  real.   “    tracy.    ”   it  came  out  in  a  whine,   voice  still  trembling  from  all  the  crying  she'd  done.   “    i'm  scared.    ”   scared  was  an  understatement;   she  was  terrified.   the  chimera  had  no  idea  where  she  was  or  where  he  had  found  her.   how  did  she  end  up  there?

               as  much  as  she  wanted  to  flood  him  with  questions,   she  couldn't  manage  the  words.   her  throat  was  sore  and  aching  from  the  strain.   digits  tightened  around  his  arm,   and  another  sob  slipped  out.   she  just  wanted  to  go  home.   “    where  am  i?    ”

⸸˖ ‒‒‒‒‒  𝕴𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖆𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍 𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖌 with a completely different person now, the scared, trembling woman that clung to his arm a stark contrast to the monster that had been at his throat only moments prior. Soren could still feel her grip tightening around his windpipe, the tattoos that covered his flesh just enough to hide the faint bruising that she'd left behind. Still, despite his close encounter with death, he was calm and empathetic, his touch gentle against her back while she’d tried to collect herself.             ❝ Tracy, ❞ Soren repeated after she had given her name to him, his tone as soft as he could manage as he worked to calm her. There was no need for her to tell him that she was scared, as her sobs and the shaking of her small form spoke in great volume. Still, he nodded.             ❝ Hey, hey, you're okay, ❞ The sailor reminded her after her voice had cracked with another cry. He waited a moment before continuing. ❝ You're in Lynmouth. ❞ He doubted that she knew where that was on a map though. Her accent was foreign to that of the locals, which suggested to him that she was from overseas, but even being from the region didn't mean much when the town was so small and quiet, tucked away like a secret on the coast. Many had no clue of it’s existence. He'd lost his own accent long ago, as he'd spent more time amongst an adopted family of sailors and pirates in the underworld than he'd spent with the townsfolk, but his knowledge of the area made his heritage believable. ❝ It's a small village in Devon. In the UK, ❞ he further explained, his gaze never leaving her tear-stained face.

            A soft sigh escaped the captain and he shifted his position, allowing himself to sit more comfortably next to her. ❝ Do you have any idea how you got here? I found you washed up on shore just outside. You're in my lighthouse right now, ❞ he explained. Even as he'd moved, he'd never taken his arm away from the woman, allowing her to cling to him for comfort for as long as she needed. ❝ You got someone you can call? ❞