got that magic touch.

it's magic you know. never believe it's not so

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“fuck--you know what happened yesterday? it scared the living shit outta me--fuck! okay, so mari and i were watching princess sofia, and we’re just, like, we’re chilling. she’s almost down for a nap and legit, three years old? she has more energy than anything i’ve ever seen in my life so for her to get a nap in means that i get a nap in. can you believe it, though? me. i crave naps. but anyway, she’s getting all excited and she’s jumping in her seat and she’s jumping and she’s clapping and all of a sudden, the tv turns off. and i’m like... ‘okay, what the fuck?’ then she jumps and claps again and the tv turns back on, then it turns off, then it turns on and i’m like ‘FUCK!!’ marika as powers? and so young? i was scared for her life! so due to my fatherly instinct i pick her up and i’m ready to run, but then i look where she sat and she was sitting on the remote. i nearly shit my pants. i don’t want her to discover her abilities until she’s way older. if ever.”

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As the owner of the diner, Viktor declared that he could take a breakfast/snack/lunch/dinner break whenever he felt like it. Now, at 2:34pm, a stack of chocolate chip pancakes was calling his name. Washing that down with a bottle of beer in the middle of the afternoon was ideal, but he had to pick up Fraser later than evening since the kid still didn’t know how to drive. Or maybe he just refused to to give his old man a hard time. Instead he drowned his pancakes with maple syrup, a close second to fulfill his crave. Eight years ago at this time of day he would be in a courtroom, using his charm, knowledge and rhetoric to win a case. His life had come to this. The diner was always somewhat busy - it was one of two in the town - anyone that lives here has been to his place at least once. Vik knew this. So why was he surprised to see them walk through the door? He didn’t look... bad. But he also didn’t look great. He let his beard grow out and instead of his old suit and tie, he wore an old bar tee and old jeans. He sheepishly bowed his head, hoping he couldn’t be seen.

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leilani ➡️ open

leilani: i absolutely hate it when guys put their phone numbers on a receipt instead of a tip. like sure i'll call you.......and then i'll threaten you

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rosalie had spent what felt like the last hour hiding in the corner of their small hideaway, her honey colored hair all but clung to the dirty brick. had anyone asked her how she was, she would have said she was fine, great even. in truth, she felt sick to her stomach just by being in the same room as elijah. it wasn’t that his presence made her ill, it was the lack of his presence with her, the lack of his touch, the absence of the connection they once had. her heart ached whenever he was near. instead of focusing on him, she tried to channel all of her energy into the book before her, studying arcane arts. 

her attention was caught by the sound of his voice, causing her head to snap up with sudden alertness. a bitter scoff slipped from her lips, and her hazel eyes filled to the brim with an uneasy mixture of pain and anger. “you haven’t exactly proven yourself to be trustworthy in the past, elijah,” she hissed. “besides, who’s to say that you wouldn’t out us while trying to impress one of your little whores, hm?” with a shake of her head, she slammed the book closed and raised from her seat. “of course we need to keep this a secret. people would either put us in a nut house or… i don’t know. it just can’t get out, okay?”

every word that came out her mouth was a constant reminder of what he’d done. elijah preferred to counter it by telling himself that he did them a favor. on the outside, everything was perfect but behind the mask it wasn’t so. he for sure wasn’t perfect and it was better she found that out sooner than later. “as if i need anything else to impress women. what they see is what they get and i haven’t heard any complaints. ‘cept from you.” then his smirk pulled higher. “plus, it’s not like my ‘whores’ and i do much talking, anyway.” her stress radiated in the room and even after all this time it still was like a second nature to step forward to comfort her. elijah took slow, small steps toward her before stopping in his tracks. stopping himself before he did something he regretted. “i... i won’t tell anyone. promise.”

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for some reason or another, rosalie had accepted fraser’s offer, much to her dismay. each time she watched the tiny ball rise and fall, she could feel her blood just a tad bit more. this was meant to be a distraction from her heartache and from classes, not a chance to babysit. “’that sounds cool’? that’s it? no thank you?” she wasn’t surprised in the slightest, but she still couldn’t hide her disdain. for a brief, glimmering moment, a hint of amusement graced her features. “i’d be the parlor,” she said with a shrug, “it’s pretty but you’re never really sure what’s going on inside. it could be harmless, it could be sinister. what about you?” within seconds, that pleasant look disappeared. it wasn’t a secret that elijah and rosalie were once a couple; it also wasn’t a secret that rosalie tried to avoid the man as much as possible. however, she’d never let anyone speak ill of the person she still loved so much. “if you ever say anything like that about him again in my presence, i will shove that fuckin’ paddle-ball up your ass sideways. understood?” 

just another shrug in place of the verbal response he knew rosalie was seeking, but fraser didn’t have much to say on the subject. he didn’t even want the powers in the first place and didn’t have a choice on the matter. according to his dad, who also was a part of the previous circle, ‘fate chooses you, you can’t choose your fate.’ apparently fate brought him here. fraser rolled his eyes, but couldn’t deny the tiny smile coming to play on his lips. “good to know you find yourself pretty.” as long as fraser had known rosalie, really known (which wasn’t that long), she’d been a quiet girl without an entirely loud personality. not like greta, who was as loud as they come, and just the thought reminded him that he needed to text her back soon or he’d be in big trouble and his brain just didn’t have the capacity to feel the wrath of the tiny brunette. on the contrary, just like greta, rosalie didn’t hold back when it came to delivering snarky remarks to her ex-boyfriend. they had broken up and, frankly, while everyone found the drama amusing, it was also tiring. “getting a little defensive over someone not-that-special there? don’t know why you care so much about someone who obviously doesn’t care about you. just cast a spell on him. i promise i won’t tell anyone.”

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standing in the corner of their rather dingy hideaway, rosalie swayed her hips to and fro in time with the song she was humming. her long, pale fingertips traced along a stained and tattered book. the scent of rosemary, lemon, and sage filled the immediate area. “i’m attempting to do a cloaking, for y'know, protection.” her long caramel colored hair fell around her face as she looked back at the others, a wary smile on her features, “just in case someone decides to run their mouths. we’ll still be safe.”

fraser bought the paddle-ball toy for fifty cents from the corner store and it was a purchase worthwhile. while fraser offered to accompany rosalie to the hideaway, it wasn’t like he wanted to. it was more like a ‘might as well since i haven nothing better to do moment’. at least he had something to keep him busy while she went on talking about a cloak. “yeah, whatever. that sounds cool,” he said unaffectedly. “whaddya think about this? if you were to be a room in a house, what room would you be?” then he chuckled softly to himself as he continued to paddle the rubber ball. “i think elijah would be the master bathroom since he’s so full of shit.”

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In the cafe, Krista peered her head to see the long ahead of her. She let out an irritated groan and incessantly tapped her foot against the linoleum floor. A hand on her hip and her agenda tucked underneath her arm, she took a deep breath. “Can person at the front please hurry up with the order? Some of us have important meetings to attend,” she called with an obvious edge to her tone.

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coolly leaning against the brick wall of the abandoned building that was secretly developed into their hideaway, elijah had his arms folded across this chest with a smirk effortlessly pulling at the corners of his full lips as vivid scenes of his sexcapades the night before were painted in his mind. the boy wasn’t one to kiss-and-tell because everyone in town had known what he’d been up to through the grapevine, so he never had to deny or confirm anything to be true. whether they were lies or truths, at least he was being talked about. the beckett name was one that had always been familiar on the town’s tongue from football and academics to, more recently, mindless gossip and that will never change. being a part of the circle was unusual for his ego. only twelve other people knew about this part of his life, not 1200.

eli wasn’t paying attention to what his fellow circle member was saying at all. something about ‘controlling’ and ‘secrets’ and ‘keeping it lowkey’ — definitely in his wheelhouse. he knew how to keep his lips sealed almost seamlessly every day — but the true difficulty was the mere mention of the word ‘secrets’ and how he constantly fought the instinct the glance over at rosalie, the one person he kept the most secrets from. they were inseparable their entire high school and half of their college career, but seeing her everyday because of the circle was different. and he’d never admit it to anyone beside himself, but it hurt a little too. a tight clench where his heartbeat should be.

“look,” he said, finally speaking up and pushing himself off the wall. “i think i can speak for all of us that no one is planning to spill this—” he paused and rolled his eyes, putting his fingers up for air quotes, “‘secret’, if that’s what y’all  want. which i think is dumb, because why hide something spectacular? i mean, if i can start a bonfire on the beach without having to buy charcoal and lighter fluid, then i’m all for that shit. i think y’all are scared.”