Soul of Wildfire

Azalea Hawthorne || 22 Years Old || Sophomore Azalea Hawthorne: Originally English, transplanted to New York City, and now stuck in this well of despair courtesy of my father and the fuckery of fate. Perhaps you know my father, William Hawthorne? Or perhaps not...do consider yourself lucky. As the black sheep of the Hawthorne clan I had hoped to slip under the radar, but apparently the things you strive to avoid have a nasty way of catching up with you. A rebel, a fighter, a self-proclaimed ice queen; Do be careful where you tread. I do bite.

[azaleaxhawthorne]

You matter. A lot.

//I have no idea if this is in character or ooc, but this just made my entire night. Thank you, nonny!

[azaleaxhawthorne]

rosexpetals‌:

“Holy shit, are you okay?” Rose pushed herself up and off the common area couch before setting her book down to the side. It had been the sound that alerted her.

“Keep your hair on, I’m fine,” Azalea muttered, watching as a tiny drop of blood bead from the tip of her finger. Apparently she’d cursed louder than she’d thought when the sewing needle had pricked her. “Sorry about that...You’d think I was stabbed by a knife-wielding maniac by that yelp, huh? Not a needle.” She swiped off the little bit of blood on the dark fabric on her jeans and pinched another finger over the small wound, trying to stop the bleeding. 

[rowanxaubri-deactivated20200713]

urine trouble | open

[azaleaxhawthorne]

rowanxaubri‌:

Was it a good idea to be looking down at her phone while also walking and carrying some urine samples to the labs?  No.  Did it stop Rowan from doing it?  Also no.  Was it a shock that she tripped over her own two feet and the samples went spilling onto someone walking the opposite direction down the hall?

Fuck no.

“Oh … oh gods, I’m so so so effing sorry.”

One moment Azalea was moving down the hall, in a relatively decent mood for a change as she walked off the satisfying post-rehearsal ache in her muscles. The next, she was frozen in horror as she felt dampness seep through the fabric of her leggings. Acrid-smelling dampness, stinging her nose as he crept further into the fabric. “What the actual fucking--” No, hell no, this was not actually happening.

Lifting her disgusted gaze from the damp patch on her pants to the woman before her, Azalea’s eyes narrowed nearly to slits in anger. “You have absolutely no idea how sorry you will be once I get this...” She refused to acknowledge what was currently staining her clothing, “When I get cleaned up I swear to god you had better found a decent fucking hiding place and may god have mercy on you because I sure as hell won’t.”

[keith-crane]

Bar troubles | Azalea & Keith

[azaleaxhawthorne]

keith-crane‌:

“You did not know.” Keith was quick to reassure her, worrying that she might take this personally..”For one I do not blame you, darling..and I’m sure neither do the rest of guests. We..we all know how witches are…r-right?” It would all go away in the morning, hopefully, even if the memories might linger for some time. That was the hard part of it all, really..not this. Breathing out in a bit of relief when Azalea reassured him about not being needed, the vampire tried hard to conceal a smile, shying away at the way she seemed to stare at him. “How lucky of me.” he mumbled instead…showing it a little whilst still holding to that hand. 

“It is to me..” he chuckled, arching both eyebrows at her reaction. No..she couldn’t have liked that, could she? Keith pursed his lips, allowing her to turn it over, and collecting his back. “Thank you..I do happen to get myself involved in..stuff I don’t have to quite often, don’t I? I’m not even sure wh-where my sire is..I would think that she might not care..” he huffed..though in normal circumstances, he might have said she was the one who should be looked after, for being human..and all. But yes, tonight he was an insecure mess. Which is why asking her out to dance felt like such a bold move. “..I think I do.” he nodded at the brunette..already raising to his feet with an offer of his hand again to take her to the dance floor. “But you’re the expert here.”

"I don’t know,” she mused, a wary edge to her voice as she surveyed the room before them. “You’re right, they might not blame me or anyone else behind the bar, but I wonder about those who’ve ingested a few too many of The Institute’s deceits and fucked up beliefs. Those who might look for a scapegoat rather than blaming the real cause of their odd experience tonight.” Either way, she couldn’t control the actions of others. Still, none of it sat well with her and she felt the knot in her stomach tighten as she looked back to Keith, and she hoped it really would wear off sooner rather than later. 

Back in control of her senses and thankfully (mostly) recovered from the odd thrill his small touch had caused, Azalea allowed a smirk to curve her lips. “Yes, you do. Quite often, in fact. I’ll admit, it’s odd to not hear of you getting into some sort of tussle this evening. Who are you, and what have you done with the Thorn I’ve come to know?” She laughed quietly, just a short sound as she nudged his arm along with her comment. Despite the oddity of the situation, dancing was a natural thing for her - a safe place regardless of the current strange state of things...both with the party and these strange feelings he’d begun to draw out of her recently. “I’m a dancer, yes, but you still have to lead. Typically the male’s job when dancing together.” She took his hand and followed him to the dance floor. There was a moment of hesitation, her confidence flagging as the press of bodies surrounded her, but after a moment she let herself settle into the familiar movement. Her left hand came to rest on his shoulder and her right kept a hold of his, lifting it as she started to sway to the music, setting the rhythm. 

[azaleaxhawthorne]

miloxcole‌:

“Oh come on,” he smirked. “You find my creepiness charming,” he teased as he leaned against the doorway to her cell. He crossed his arms over his chest as he watched her carefully. “How have you been? I’ve missed your banter.”

"Charming is not the work I was thinking,” She retorted from behind the tattered cover of her book, broken up and faded silver stamped text declaring the book’s title facing him rather than her unimpressed eye roll. “I highly doubt anyone misses my particular brand of banter, Milo.” Inching the book down, she regarded him cooly over the rim of the book, “I’ve been well enough, though, I suppose--given the circumstances...” Azalea gave a pointed look around the dark dank little room before landing on Milo once more. “Survived the fuckery of the New Years chaos, at the very least. I take it you escaped from that unscathed as well?”

[dhanilyman]

Be Here Now | Azalea & Dhani

[azaleaxhawthorne]

dhanilyman‌:

Dhani smiled a bit as she sat down and handed the joint back. He took it from her, taking another drag and shook his head at her question. He smiled a little again at her derogatory term. He exhaled before answering her question, holding the joint but in such a way that implied he was still willing to share, all he had to do was pick it up.

“Not exactly.” He pointed to his thin collar that looked like a vine of thorns, “I’m claimed. So, all the quality time, really.” He gave a shrug and took a breath of ocean air. “It is what it is. It sucks. It’s terrible. I hate him,” Dhani laughed a little, “But I’m trying to be appreciative of when I’m not required to be home… Very appreciative. What about you? How are you and Keith?”

One eyebrow arched as she side-eyed the collar in question. The detail as opposed to the standard-issue black strip of leather that adorned her own neck verified his statement, “So you are. Well hell...” The very thought made her stomach clench sickeningly. “Delightful how they think we’re property, isn’t it,” Azalea hissed through a scowl. “Who is it, then? If you don’t mind my asking, that is. You’re welcome to tell me to fuck off, of course.” Know your enemy, and all that jazz...if the wretch was human that would make it far easier to offer suggestions of get rid of them.

“I suppose that’s a decent outlook, I guess. I admit, I’d be far more pessimistic, but then that’s my natural state regardless.” His questions drew a heavy sigh from her, and she took the joint again. “Fine, I guess? I don’t even fucking know, to be honest.” Her free hand raked through her hair in frustration, handing back the after she’d taken a drag. “Our...friendship--It’s complicated, to say the very least. Why do you ask?”

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alexandreamarlow‌:

The redhead smiled hearing the woman’s voice, a soft gentle reminder of where she came from. “There is always a catch…” The redhead agreed with a sigh. Emerald orbs looked up to the beautiful brunette, she certainly reminded Lex of someone Ciar had always talked so fondly of. “Were you working that night?” Lex asked casually with no intention to pry further. “Let me guess they put it in the drinks again?” The vampiress smirked shaking her head, being already fooled by those damn witches with that one once or twice before. Never again… she certainly didn’t fancy another sex change anytime soon.

“Generally my rule of thumb: Everything is typically suspect, especially here.” Azalea remarked, busying her hands as she wiped down a glass, “You know, once upon a time I thought those conspiracy theory nutcases were outright mad. After being here for a hot minute I’m starting to understand their through process.” For a long thoughtful moment her gaze lingered on the bottles glistening in the low light of the bar before she snapped out of whatever deep hole her thoughts had drifted down. “Yeah, I was working that night,” and the thought that she’d, although unwittingly, helped the Institute slip the partygoers spiked drinks still made her nauseous. “Bingo. I’m guessing you’ve either heard about previous events or...” Her head cocked, considering the other woman briefly, “Or maybe you’ve experienced them. You look familiar enough.”

[southernxwolf]

* hug prompts

send a number for a hug! feel free to combine prompts.

a hug with a forehead kiss

a relieved hug

a hug to say sorry

a hug from behind

a good morning hug

a goodnight hug

a hug where one muse picks the other up

the hug that comes after a bad dream

a hug that isn’t returned

a ‘ please don’t go ’ hug

a hug for good luck

the hug that comes after a rough day

an angry hug

a hug where one muse uses the other as a pillow

a ‘ just to say i love you ’ hug

a goodbye hug

a hug where one muse stops the other from collapsing

the hug that lasts longer than the rest

the hug that ends too soon

an overjoyed hug

a tearful hug

a protective hug

the final hug

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[azaleaxhawthorne]

Sexy Time + Are You monogamous or would you like to be part of a group situation?

“I’m not in a position where I’m looking for any type of relationship. But, should something of that nature occur at some point, I am monogamous. If I have managed to let someone in that way and have invested the time and energy into the relationship I’m not interested in sharing.”

[dhanilyman]

Be Here Now | Azalea & Dhani

[azaleaxhawthorne]

dhanilyman‌:

“No,” Dhani blinked up at Azalea, a girl he barely knew and hadn’t spoken to very much at all. They had something in common, it seemed. Keith. But not in the same way, Dhani reasoned. Sure, they both were concerned for him in ways. But Dhani reckoned Azalea had never been kidnapped and tortured by him. Or wanted to punch him in the face. Or maybe she had.

Dhani sat up again, taking the joint from his lips and holding it out, offering it to her. He didn’t have another, but he was never opposed to sharing. He knew everyone needed a little something sometimes. And a little something was better than a lot of nothing.

“How have you been?”

Azalea vaguely recognized the other slave, having seen him here and there around the island and knowing he was also connected in a way to Keith, but she really didn’t know much about him. By virtue of being on her level, however, and not a Master or staff member granted him a waiver of Azalea’s normal iciness she reserve for the sort. Instead, she seemed tired, drained, perhaps a bit standoffish, but not so staunchly abrasive as with the capital letter members of the island. 

For a second she thought he’d brush her off, and almost hoped for it, but when he held out the joint and responded to her she felt as if she couldn’t just walk away and pretend she hadn’t said anything. “Thanks,” she nodded in greeting, folding down to sit nearby on the sand and took the offered smoke, coughing on her first drag. “Christ on a cracker, I’ve forgotten the first one is a kick.” Passing it back, she gave a shrug at the question. “Surviving. Best I can hope for around here, I guess. And you?” Grey eyes took him in, eyes adjusting to the light of the setting sun and catching some discoloration on the boy’s skin. “Been spending a little too much quality time with one of the maggots -- pardon me...Masters?”

[alexandreamarlow]

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alexandreamarlow‌:

After getting settled Alexandrea found herself drawn to the closest bar in town, a place unfamiliar to her but that didn’t matter. She didn’t recognize most of the new bars and shops in town which only added to the disorientation of coming back after so much time away. Classes weren’t set to start yet so she had some spare time on her hands after doing most of her prep before arriving. Studying the crowd in the bar it didn’t take long for her to realize that the witches had been at it again. New Year, everyone acting rather sorry for themselves like a hell of a hangover, yeah it definitely all added up. Taking a sip from her tumbler of bourbon the professor sighed with a raised brow, “This place never fails to amaze me…”

“You can certainly say that again, mate.” Knowing for certain now that the drinks were the culprit for New Years Eve’s mayhem and knowing that she’d inadvertently helped supply said drinks to the partygoers, Azalea hand’t quite brushed off the sickening knot that had settled in the pit of her stomach. Even now, working behind the bar at the Dark Moon where she knew the owner would never allow something like that to occur, she was unsettled as she poured for her customers. “There’s always a catch around here, it seems.”

[keith-crane]

Bar troubles | Azalea & Keith

[azaleaxhawthorne]

keith-crane‌:

Keith ventured a fleeting glance towards the drinks stocked and  currently being served at the bar and felt his shoulders tense immediately, feeling like he should have..totally known better. What kind of..useless vampire was he?  “..yeah..it wouldn’t be the first time, would it?” he mumbled. casting a look towards her. “At least you got lucky..” And to think he had spoken to a witch just recently..that made matters even worse, he thought with a chuckle, trying to reassure himself about what Azalea said..nodding. “Okay. S-so they’re not going to be needing you, maybe?”

Her hand felt nice within his and the brown haired male held onto it, turning it over to play with the lines extending along her palm..another way to avoid looking at anyone directly in the eye. “..you know, I never noticed..how small your hand is..” he blabbered..though the mention of the gown certainly got him to at least give it another glance, “..why would you want to stay with me, Azalea..?” he furrowed his brows, smiling a bit at last as he contemplated something to do. “..we could watch..or we could dance. How about that?” Keith stood, holding her hand still and tilted his head, “I’ll try to be decent..”

Slowly, Azalea’s gaze followed Keith’s own, landing on the bottles of alcohol and the full glass being passed across the bar, and a knot formed in the pit of her stomach. “If it is, in fact, the drinks, I’ve personally handed some people their fates...” The woman’s lips thinned, pursing with restrained disgust and anger, “How fucking sick is that?” Even if weren’t the drinks causing people to act oddly this time around, the through alone was enough to sicken Azalea. And how incredibly useless was she that there was literally nothing that she could do to stop it? She could warn the rest of the waitstaff to be cautious, but they’d either brush off her concerns or alert the higher ups to her interference. “No, they won’t be needing me for a while. Likely for the rest of the night. I’m not going to touch those bottles for the remainder of the evening, knowing what they might be doing.” Forcing her eyes away from the bottles and liquids glinting almost ominously in the light, Azalea foxed her eyes on Keith again, attempting a smirk, “So I suppose you have me at your disposal for as long as you wish.”

For some time now, Keith had been pleasant to her -- kind, even, but the gentleness with which he treated her at times still caught her off guard. As his fingertips traced the lines of her palm the action drew a faint harp intake of air from the woman. The soft touch left a faint tingling in its wake. “It’s not that small,” she countered, shocked to find her voice soft...breathy. Clearing her throat, she turned her hand to stop that touch that was stealing her voice. “I want to make sure that you’re alright, that’s all. What sort of friend--I mean, person, would I be to let you possibly wander off and get yourself hurt while you’re more or less drugged?” His proposition was met with a faint laugh...an actual laugh without the normal touch of sarcasm it normally contained. Perhaps she was drugged after all? “Yes, alright, we can dance. For a bit, at least. You do know how to dance, I hope? I need my toes in one piece for rehearsals, and if they’re just going to get trampled on...” She trailed off, smirking.

[azaleaxhawthorne]

Sexy Time + darkest fantasy?

“This is not even a sexual fantasy, really, so I suppose that I can share it: I really want to have a decent hard BDSM scene. I want to be retrained – perhaps to a St. Andrews Cross, whipping post, or St. Catherine’s Wheel – and have the limits of my pain threshold tested. I haven’t had that kind of true cathartic release in a very long time. I want bruises, I potentially want blood, and I would like if said person could truly get into my head.”

[azaleaxhawthorne]

Sexy Time - Who is one person you want to sleep with but would never admit out loud?

“Wouldn’t answering this question mean admitting it out loud? I applaud your attempt, Grey Face, but sod off.”

“Keith...” ( @keith-crane )

[azaleaxhawthorne]

Sexy Time + You claim to be kinky but you don’t do sexual stuff. How do you define BDSM if not as a sexual act?

“Prying in other’s personal business isn’t becoming, you realize? Still, it’s a fairly simply answer. I breakdown BDSM as: Bondage/Discipline, Dominance/Submission, and Sadism/Masochism. For me, the action of partaking in BDSM activities does not equate to a sexual situation. For me, the two are separate. Others can and will have different opinions or preferences, but that is my personal stance. BDSM play for me is about the connection with my Top, reaching a release of emotions, and testing my own strength, endurance and what I’m capable of taking. It’s not about a sexual release. I’m a masochist, so my preference is for physical pain, and I also like mental/fear play. During negotiations for a scene I make a Top aware of my limits and safewords or actions, expect them to follow those, and make it very clear that sexual contact or intent will result in the ending of a scene. Now, that being said, even those actions that I enjoy are limited only to those who I trust implicitly...which are few and far between.”

[rpmemegenshikkaku]

Send my muse “Sexy Time” + any nsfw question, and my muse has to answer it.

[azaleaxhawthorne]

rpmemegenshikkaku‌: