[alphcevie]

Evie had meant to leave hours ago, but every time she went to leave, something else would catch her attention and then she’d get sucked into another long conversation. She was ready to just get home, get away from all the people at the market, it had only proven her right that large groups of people were still not something she could quite handle. The conversations had gotten her mind off of it, but she was quite tired of everything now, ready to call it quits. So when she heard someone call out to her, she let out a huff. “Oh my god,” she muttered, closing her eyes for a moment. “What do you want?” She questioned as she turned around to face the other person. 

[betsy-ngo]

Betsy had maybe been sneaking too many sips from her flask, if her current state of inebriation was anything to go by. Thornhollow was still new to her, still lonely in the way that all new places were, with no one to pass the time with. Maybe it was the alcohol making her feel bold enough to call out after the rather stunning woman she had seen around town earlier in the week, one that she felt the need to get to know.. “I just wanted to say hi,” Betsy said, practically skipping as she moved closer to the woman and offered her both a bright grin and a hand to shake. “Betsy Ngo-I just moved here last week. Still trying to meet all the locals.” She giggled a little bit, feeling silly at the thought of meeting all of the people in Thornhollow. She was fairly certain there were seafolk here, and she knew enough to know that plenty of them never left the water. 

[thorne-of-fear]

Open / Thornhollow Market

“I’ll see about that,” Ophir said, musing more toward himself than to anyone else – a side effect of his appreciation for his own voice. He had overheard some vendor’s claim that their 50% off impromptu sale was the best deal you’d ever get, which naturally triggered some doubt in him. “There’s always something better elsewhere. Is that how the phrase is used? The grass is always greener? If not, I don’t care to learn its original usage.”

[betsy-ngo]

“On the other side, yeah!” Betsy completed the saying, sipping at the coffee drink she had gotten from the cafe’s stand, the hot liquid heavily spiked from the flask in her bag. It wasn’t blood, but-she’d rather be tipsy than blood thirsty. “There’s some scones that are just heavenly, down that way,” she waggled her fingers towards the other end. “Technically they’re not on sale but I think they’re the better value.” She scrunched up her nose, looking at the wares at the stall. Maybe they just weren’t to her tastes, but she didn’t particularly care for them.

[heartsuits]

[noaaahcentineo]

Lana Condor | 2019 Golden Globes Elevator | InStyle

[thundersstorms]

Am I Pretty? // The Maine

[amourlashai]

[meduisa]

https://www.instagram.com/p/Bqo-MIBHMro

[wiiitherings]

we’re born alone, we die alone, but right now i don’t wanna cry alone

[betsy-ngo]

「 lana condor. cis woman. she/her. 」 — is that ELIZABETH "BETSY" NGO i just saw in thornhollow? word around is that they’re a 28 year old VAMPIRE, but i doubt that’s true. they’re pretty BUBBLY from what i know, but i’ve heard a rumor that they can be SELF DEPRECATING too; must be why they’re a BARISTA. they kinda remind me of AN OVERTURNED BOTTLE OF CHAMPAGNE, GLITTER SWIRLING THROUGH THE AIR, THE FEELING OF BEING ALONE IN A CROWDED ROOM. ( jax. they/them. 23. est. )

death tw, parental abandonment tw, alcoholism tw, murder tw

Betsy was 10 when her mother died, leaving her alone in the world. She bounced from foster home to foster home, never staying any place for very long. It hurt, knowing she wasn’t wanted, but even her father hadn’t loved her enough to stick around long after her birth, so she wasn’t surprised.

She tried very hard to be her best, but people often found her to be too: too loud, too annoying, too peppy, just too much. Betsy told herself it wouldn’t impact her, but it stung, knowing that she was never quite right

When she was 15 she started to get involved in things that she shouldn’t-partying and drinking, namely. The crowded rooms didn’t make her feel less alone, but the alcohol helped her forget that she didn’t really have anyone

It was at one of these parties when she was 19 that she was bitten. Maybe her maker intended for her to die, maybe they just didn’t care enough to help her transition, but suddenly she awoke with what what felt like the worst hangover of her life

Figuring things out was hard. She didn’t know what was wrong with her, why she was hurting people, but she was trying so hard to be good, to leave people unharmed. It meant going hungry, and learning to deal with that pain, but Betsy hated herself for every death she caused

Three years after her transformation she met a witch-or rather, she saved the life of a witch. It was one of those right place, right time situations. The coven was grateful-the witch she saved had been young, too young to truly be able to protect herself-and they took it upon themselves to help Betsy in return. They explained what she was, and gave her a talisman to allow her to survive during the day. Every few years she goes back to get a new one, the coven insisting it as a form of repayment so not to be in debt to a vampire

Betsy’s wandered for a few years now, never truly settling down anywhere, until Thornhollow. something about the town spoke to her, and she was happy to make it her home, at least for now

[betsy-ngo]

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