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reckless-nico:
Nico: Wow. There is a whole lot going on here..
Nico: For starters, We’ve never met, Name’s Nico. And I don’t have your vibrator or beads, though I’ll agree Mango lube sounds absolutely disgusting.
[text: Beth]: Wait. What?
[text: Beth]: I’m. What???? Beth. This isn’t funny.
reckless-nico:
Nico: A bar?
Nico: I’m sorry, who is this?
[text: Beth]: Yes of course a bar, I want to know which one.
[text: Beth]: Its Avigail, you demon, this joke is getting old! I wanted to talk to you. The council got me a bride, so, as much as we had fun together, we cant anymore. And Ill need my vibrator back. And the beads. You can keep that lube though, I didnt like the taste. Who the fuck likes mango lube????
[text: Beth]: That, and I also really need a drink. Join me? As friends, obviously.
[TEXT: lovewar:starter]: Where’s the best place a girl can find booze in this town?
Text 📱 Nikolai & Open
Nikolai: Do you think if I just keep putting off opening my envelope, the council will give up on trying to force me to get married?
Avigail: No. They'll show up at your home and inform you who you're supposed to be with, and give you an ultimatum. Do as they say, or else.
Avigail: I know from experience.
߷ - I thought I saw YAEL GROBGLAS in New Orleans, but it was just AVIGAIL LÉVESQUE. SHE is a 32 year old WITCH. I heard that they were ASTUTE but also DAMAGED. I believe they are marrying GINA RODRIGUEZ/ANY FC OF ANY GENDER. [gal, 19, GMT-4, she/her]
The twins Avigail and Abraham were born to Bertrand and Channah, French immigrants in Israel. They had a normal childhood, not overflowing with luxuries nor going hungry, either. Although the twins were perfect opposites, they were thick as thieves, getting into all sorts of trouble. When they were 12, though, they lost both of their parents to a car crash.
Each of the twins was taken in by a different coven, because of their different talents. The one Avigail ended up in was more inclined to necromancy, mediumship, and sacrificial magic. Unfortunately, it was an emotionally abusive environment, complete devotion and unquestioning loyalty being expected from her at all times. She was rarely, if ever, allowed to leave the cabin where the whole coven lived, exceptions being made for religious reasons. There was no one around her age to keep her company, and, as a result, Avigail grew up too soon.
Knowing the coven would never allow her to leave, Avigail secretly applied to colleges in America. Finally, at the age of 22, she got into a med school in New York. Like a criminal, she left in the night, and dragged Abraham along with her. They put themselves through college mostly by performing magical services and teaching younger witches, especially as Avigail’s séances were the real deal more often than not and very expensive.
Now, the twins just moved into New Orleans. Avigail works as a medical examiner, and Abraham is a police officer.
Hey everyone! My name’s Gal, also known as your local annoyance. Avigail here is a bisexual mess if there ever was one, and looks like Yael Grobglas as Jane the Virgin’s Petra Solano with short hair. She’s totally hooked on rugelach, still has a pretty thick Israeli accent, would die for her two cats, is an excellent driver and would not replace her motorcycle for anything in the world. In her free time, you’ll find her accidentally talking to people for a long time before she realizes they’re ghosts, watching the shittiest cooking shows, talking to her cats in Hebrew, and getting into bar fights. She is @supernaturallovers ‘s Eponine's cousin and @notyourguarddogs‘s Natalia’s pair.
Petra I-Don’t-Giggle Solano.
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rosemarie-arthur:
Rosemarie couldn’t help thinking that maybe it was all a dream, that she’d fallen asleep in one of the comfy chairs at the shop and would be waking up any minute now. But the longer she stood there and the longer she didn’t wake up, the more it hurt. Diana had left her, albeit expectedly, and even though it had been five years she still wasn’t over it; over her.
It was the thinking that did her in. All that could have been digging at her until the tears finally fell, making silent tracks down her cheeks. “No, you don’t have to leave. I’ll uh, I’ll close up early.” Thankfully, her voice was steady, just the tiniest bump right in the middle that exposed her.
With a wave of her hand, the locked clicked itself shut, and the open sign flipped over, five minutes before close. As Rosemarie sighed and made her way around the counter, the air filled with a subtle, earthy scent. It was something she had gained when she found her affinity for nature and its magics. Something else Diana had missed.
Gesturing at the two comfy chairs in the middle of the lobby, Rosemarie spoke. “You can have a seat if you’d like.”
That sentiment was a nail being hammered into her heart as she saw Rosemarie begin to cry, even as pride tried to take over upon seeing her lock the doors with a flick of her hand, performing magic so naturally, so effortlessly. Pride, of course, was not something Diana had any right to feel. Not anymore.
The nail in her heart turned into a knife with every passing second. When Rosemarie moved, Diana caught a whiff of an earthy scent entirely supernatural. With that, she had to fight a smile. It seemed she had chosen an appropriate spell to protect her former mentee, her former friend.
Once invited to sit, Diana took her up on it. “Thank you”, she said quietly, stiffly taking her seat. Her posture, as always, impeccable, but she wasn’t nearly as comfortable as she used to be around the younger witch. As she had been given no reason to believe Rosemarie wanted to talk about the past, and because this was a conversation Diana still wanted to run away from, she started with the motivator of her visit.
“So there I was, in this lovely café in Poland”, she began, “when I caught news of some supernatural dead pool all the way here, in Anchorage. Because I’m no fool, I got my hands on it. Imagine my surprise when I find your name on it. So I decided to come here and personally bring you a gift.”
With a wave of her fingers, the potted plant began to hover in the air between them. “I’m sure you recognize this: Tropaeolum. It is not only lovely as an adornment, the flowers are edible and the whole plant can be used with herbal purposes. I infused this one with a few spells, for protection against the supernatural, for longevity, to flourish so you will never run out, and to protect the plant from poison, excess sun, excess water, et cetera, et cetera. I highly recommend you eat its leaves or flowers with every meal, as it will protect you from magic and venoms. Also, put it in your living room. It will glow red if it detects supernatural activity in a short meter radius, and will increasingly smell like something burnt if you are in danger. I also brought you this.”
Now, Diana reached into her purse and brought out a compact powder. After flicking it open, she held it out to Rosemarie.
“I burnt and crunched some of its leaves, turned it into a powder. Its radius is not as large as the one of the whole plant, but it should glow red and smell burnt if you run into any trouble. If you lower the mirror, you will find a spell inscribed on it. Read it, and the mirror will reveal which danger you’re facing. I suggest you carry it on your person at all times. And don’t apply the powder on your face, it would be embarrassing if you suddenly began glowing. And the spell hasn’t been activated yet. It needs your blood. A few drops on the plant will suffice.”
lilithwailing:
She found herself smiling despite the situation when Diana took the pancakes from her and began eating them. “I like you.” She said, pointing a finger at her and smirking slightly.
“So, what are you?” Lily cocked her head to the side as she studied Diana, wondering if she could figure it out just from looking.
Diana gave a casual shrug. “Can’t see food go to waste.”
By the way the other woman was looking at her, Diana knew she was interested in answers – real ones. Not to mention she could sense a banshee when there was one nearby. “A witch. A rather old one, somehow. And you are a banshee. I have seen you around the hospital – I’m curious, how well do these aspects in your life coexist?”
lilithwailing:
“This town sucks sometimes. Actually, a bunch of times.” Lily sighed, pushing her plate away and turning to face Diana, raising her eyebrows at the comment. “What do you mean by that? For sport?” It probably wasn’t her place to ask but Lily had never been good at subtle.
“Haven’t been here in, what, 17 years? The weather is as lovely as ever. Excuse me –” Never one to watch food be wasted, Diana pulled the neglected plate to herself and set on finishing the pancakes. “Do not be fooled, dear – bigots get a kick out of watching us suffer.” She would know, as a daughter of a Native American with a Jewish woman, as a witch, as someone who wasn’t heterosexual. “Dying for profit would be immensely frustrating, but much preferable than being murdered by those despicable individuals. I did not give them the satisfaction of killing me eighty years ago, and I don’t plan on stopping now. ”
lilithwailing:
“damn right.” lily commented, frowning from where she was seated, a few stools away from diana. she’d been working when the body had been brought it and she’d seen it go to the examining room, though, of course, she’d known already there would be a body coming through. “you examined it?” she asked, gesturing to diana as she ate another mouthful of pancakes
With an exhale, Diana replied, “I did, yes. Not that I am not already used to death, murder, carnage and corpses…” She trailed off momentarily to thank the waiter when her coffee mug was refilled. “This is most certainly not the first time a group I happen to have been born into is specifically targeted. But a dead pool sounds positively medieval. Though, I suppose, it's better to be killed for money than facing a fate worse than death for sport.”
yourfirstsnow:
“You’re a lifesaver.” Snow practically groaned, currently unaware of how inaccurate a statement he just made. It wasn’t the best method of feeding, but it beat a trek all the way across town back to his humble pad and stocked freezer. Diana was responsible for Snow’s sly smirk and he returned a hand to grip hers. “It’d be my greatest honor.” Chances were she’d call bullshit on that claim, but he wouldn’t have a best friend any different. “How was your week?” He dared to ask before reaching the bulk of the crowd. There had to be some positives and if she were to complain at least it would be about normal stuff and not the murder on everyone’s tongue. He could escape and pretend Anchorage hadn’t changed over the last few months.
“It’d better be your greatest honor. I was quite the dancer in my time.” This wasn’t really an exaggeration, though Diana was far more skilled as a violinist than a dancer.
Diana allowed herself to be led into the dance floor, gracefully resting her free hand on his shoulder. “Oh, you know. Moving is, as always, unpleasant. Work is, as always, entertaining. I am concerned about establishing my reputation as a magical services provider quickly so I can start freelancing as soon as possible.” After a moment, she admitted: “I am yet to see Rosemarie, though. I suppose I am more of a coward than we both originally thought.”
benjiyork:
He breathed out a sigh of relief. “Thankful for that,” he exclaimed, acknowledging how awkward it would have been if she hadn’t been the one to buy him the drink. Her reasoning for doing so brought a genuine smile to Benji’s face. “I’ll admit, sometimes I doubt that anyone reads that stuff — I appreciate it, I really do.” He took a sip of the drink and held it up to cheers her. “It is, yeah. Usually a Guinness man, but this is definitely tasty as well.” He began to become slightly distracted as he looked at her, taking a moment to figure out why she looked so familiar. “Sorry, are you Diana Vaughn?”
“Believe me, people do read your articles. I find them as informative as they are clear, which is a trait not every scientist possesses, unfortunately.” Yes, these were compliments, but – and this was clear in the steadiness of her gaze and in the casualness in her voice – they weren’t an attempt to butter him up nor mere politeness. Although Diana was kind, she rarely said what she didn’t mean, especially in the professional and educational fields.
It was, however, surprising to be identified. Most people who’d sought her over the decades were in need of magical aid. Or wanted to kill her. It was 50-50, by this point. Given the time and place, she wouldn’t be surprised if it turned out to be the latter. Perhaps her reputation had preceded her arrival in this town? “Yes, that’s me. Where do you recognize me from? I’m certainly no Instagram model.” Didn’t have any form of social media, in fact. Immortals didn’t have that luxury.
rosemarie-arthur:
Rosemarie heard the door open and close, called a “Hey, welcome in!” over her shoulder, then continued with her drink. It only had three more minutes to steep, which gave her just enough time to clean up her admittedly messy back counter. Utensils were wiped clean and tucked away, honey set in an open cabinet, dried tea ingredients lidded and lined up across the counter.
She had listened for her customer’s movements, and it really sounded like they hadn’t moved since entering. No matter, she must have missed them during her cleaning. Tea finished, she took out the mesh ball, emptied the now used tea into a jar and put everything away.
“Is that tea or hot cocoa?” Her cup was halfway to her lips when the words traveled across the room and hung in the silence that followed. Rose would recognize that voice anywhere. And yet, she almost didn’t believe her ears. Cup returned to the back counter, she slowly turned to face the door. There Diana was, looking as if she had walked out of Rose’s life just yesterday instead of five years prior.
“Herbal tea, Diana. You know cocoa is strictly a Christmas drink.” Despite the lighthearted words, her voice shook and eyes welled up a little, everything too much and too little all at once.
The moment Diana spoke, she saw Rosemarie freeze. Very slowly, she turned.
Their eyes met. Diana stopped breathing.
Simply put, Rosemarie looked as gorgeous as she had five years ago. Her dark hair complimented her skin as well as it always had, and her eyes – suspiciously watery – were the same nearly-black brown that made them look so deep. However, the years had changed her. Turns out, neither of them had aged: Rosemarie had blossomed into a full-fledged woman, rather than a young heart still stumbling its way into adulthood.
And Diana had missed it.
“Yes, of course”, Diana replied, shoving her hands into the pockets of her suit jacket. “In this city, the weather is always Christmas-appropriate, though.” Never one to beat around the bush, she added: “As much as I’ve missed you, Rosemarie, there is a point to my… return. But if there’s anything you need to get out of your chest first, I suggest we get that out of the way so I can start fussing about your wellbeing, if that’s alright with you.” A pause. “Unless you want me to walk out right now. If that is the case, tell me so, and we will speak only at your discretion.”
Look at how beautiful she is in a suit!
Benji scratched the back of his head, eyes darting from the beer in front of him to the other side of the bar. With a deep breath, he rose from his chair and nearly started walking away. He doubled back to pick up his drink and bring it with him. The Scottish boy made sure to take a drink of it before opening his mouth to speak to the stranger. “I— sorry, this is probably going to sound mental but did you just buy this drink for me? I, well, the bartender said someone had and pointed this way to tell me who but I didn’t get a good enough look and…” He stopped the rambling before it got any worse. “…so, yeah.”
Diana hadn’t expected the man she’d bought a drink for to come over, but it certainly was a pleasant surprise. She recognized his accent as Scottish, so, not quite a fellow countryman, but a neighbor. Anyway, she had studied there, and it was a delightful country. “It was me indeed, Mr York”, she answered, swiveling around to face him. “Consider that as me paying my compliments to that article you published a few months ago. It was certainly worth the reading. Thought you deserved a cold beer after a job well done. I do hope it was according to your taste?”
