angel with a shotgun

everybody's got their D E M O N S even wide awake or dreaming on the point you end up leaving make it okay see a war i want to fight it see a match i want to strike it every fire i've ignited faded to gray but now that i'm {{ broken }} now that you know it caught up in a moment can you see inside? Blake Bethany Moretti Thirty-One Witch Firefighter Wife

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orionmcadams:

“Why? Halloween’s fun as fuck.” He snorted, “I don’t know what you’re talking about but I’m a bit bummed.” He said this but those who knew him probably knew better than believe that. “Annnnd it ain’t my problem if you lost them so..” 

“You would think that, McAdams,” Blake retorted with a roll of her eyes. “I’m pretty sure you haven’t even gone through PUBERTY yet so it would make sense that you’d enjoy the childish holidays.” She audibly sighed, it was frustrating how easily the hunter annoyed her. “I can make it your problem. Up to you, of course.”

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phyllisjameson:

“Are these it?” The ring holding the keys dangling around her index fingers, “Found them on the floor.” Phyllis chuckled as she tossed them over to the other. 

“Yep,” Blake nodded and stretched her hand out. Once they were back in her possession, she shoved them into her pocket and made sure that there was no chance of them falling out, though she doubted not even that would stop her things from getting themselves lost. “I appreciate you returning them. Thanks... sorry, what’s your name?”

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griffithxhaught:

“Yeah. Can’t say I disagree with that.” Ever since the wolf attack on the full moon, Griffith wanted to stay away from all of the beasts and monsters that came with the holiday. “Uh.. and no. You’ve lost them again?” He chuckled, looking around for his coworker’s keys.

“I know why I hate it, but what’s got you all anti-Halloween?” Blake chuckled as she continued to search around the main floor of Fort Belmount’s firehouse. They HAD to be around there somewhere... she hoped, anyway. “You know, I DON’T really love how that’s the first reaction I get when I say I’ve lost something, but honestly; it doesn’t surprise me.”

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rcwanlennox:

            “What? I’m sad that it’s over! I don’t have a socially acceptable excuse to dress up in a costume or buy all the candy that I want. What am I supposed to do now?” She whined, quite sure that she sounded like a five year old, not that she really cared. Rowan chuckled softly, shaking her head. “You’re worse than me. I encourage you to invest in one of those things that track everything you own, you just press a button and it should start beeping.”

“Get on with the year and get excited for Thanksgiving and Christmas?” Blake replied with an arch of her brow. Though, if she were being honest, those particular holidays weren’t in her list of favourites, either. Everything was over sensationalised -- that and the overplayed songs that were supposed to spread joy and cheer were just downright annoying. “Honestly, Lennox; you have ABSOLUTELY no idea how bad it can get. Losing my car keys is on the lower half of the scale of dumb shit that I forget. I’m surprised that Cam copes with it all, to be honest.”

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arianavelazquez:

“i don’t know, halloween is kind of fun,” ariana said, shrugging. “again? you’re starting to sound like me. if i had, i’d tell you, but i can barely keep track of my own.”

“tiny beings dressed up in costumes demanding candy? yeah, i can SEE why that’s fun,” the older witch retorted. “i think it’s the other way around, little velazquez. you’re taking after me, you know, since i’m the OLDER one. -- which, no matter way you look at it, is still a BAD thing,”

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xavier-rhodes:

“I don’t think I have,” the man replied, glancing around first at the ground, and then the table nearby. “When was the last time you remembered having them?”

“If I knew that then we WOULDN’T be having this discussion, Rhodes,” Blake murmured, though no malice was held in her voice. Frustration, maybe, but it wasn’t his fault. “I had them this morning -- obviously, since I drove to work -- but from then on I can’t say for certain. I was... distracted.”

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millamoretti:

“Hey, you’re the one that wanted me, too late to call take backs now.” She teased, reaching out to poke the tip of Blake’s nose. “Probably, but if you kept it around your neck, how in the world would you lose that, Blake? You are not. Sure, blame the old Russian witch.” In all honesty Camilla could see her grandmother trying to pull something like that, but she didn’t believe the old woman would actually go through with it. “I think she likes you… deep, deep down. She knows you’ve always made me happy.” She reassured her with a smile. “Can’t blame a girl for being cautious, I’d be a tiny bit lost without you.”

“I never said I would have it any other way, I was just merely asking if I could go a day without being a VICTIM of it,” Blake grumbled as her nose was poked. “I think I would FIND a way and you know full well just how capable I am of doing the impossible. Remember that time I lost your grandmother’s bracelet without doing a thing? Yeah, pretty certain THAT’S why she dislikes me.” She did find it eventually... six weeks later, but it was still found. For Blake that was pretty much crisis averted. “Deep, deep, deep, deep down,” the witch corrected. Not that Camilla’s grandmother’s opinion changed much, but it would be nice to just once get by without the nagging. “Love you, too,” she chuckled. “Though we both know that I would be the one who’s lost.”

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millamoretti:

“Again? Seriously?” Shaking her head, Camilla laughed softly at her wife’s ability to lose things. “I swear I’m buying you a lanyard and attaching your car keys to it. Do I need to attach a note with my name and number too? In case you get lost one of these days.”

             “I’d appreciate it if Mrs Judgey could NOT make an appearance today,” the firefighter wrinkled her nose in reply. “You do realise what will happen if you do that? I’d LOSE the damn lanyard. Honestly, I think I’m cursed. It wouldn’t surprise me if it was your grandmother who did it,” Blake joked... sort of. “Excuse you, I’m NOT that bad."

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            “Honestly, I’m just relieved Halloween is over,” the witch huffed as she searched her bag for her car keys. “--- Shit, not again.” For the third time that week, Blake had misplaced her keys. “Have you come across a set of keys?”

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“I totally get people’s love for Halloween okay, but how is it fair that I am being forced to dress up too?”

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            "Stupidity feels less stupid when it's carried out in a pack."

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             Blake had spent the night in the library as she tried to learn as much as she could about the new case that she had been put on. The studying, however, had soon decided that it didn't agree with the faerie or the lack of caffeine in her system and she had soon nodded off. An hour or so ticked by with little to no disturbance, but as the clock struck the third hour she was suddenly awoken by a paranoid feeling that someone was too close in proximity to her. She quickly lifted her head off of her arms and blinked at the person who was now at her table. "--- Personal space," she mumbled in an attempt to hold back a yawn. "Respect it."

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“What the fuck are you looking at?”

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             "Someone's grouchy..."