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bryce howard. twenty one. musician. witch.

[brycehxward-blog]

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Does my muse like Valentine’s Day?

She did, for a little while. Bryce loved it as a child and grew into hating it during her moody teen years. When she and Randall got together, she started to like it again because they would always get super high, make fun of people on dates, and then fuck. But after her relationship with him went up in flames, she’s come back to hating it once more.

[brycehxward-blog]

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At what age did my muse lose their virginity?

Bryce was fourteen when she lost her virginity. It was nothing special, she couldn’t even tell you the boy’s name if you asked her. The whole ordeal didn’t last more than fifteen minutes- thirteen and twelve seconds to be exact (he timed it, much to Bryce’s annoyance). It’s something that she tries not to think about as it was something that she wanted to get over and done with before she was in high school. 

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sex+romance headcanons!

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🌟 What is my muse’s sexual/romantic orientation? 💦 At what age did my muse lose their virginity? 😘 Would my muse have sex on the first date? 😊 Would my muse ever ask someone on a date? 👍 Does my muse prefer to be asked on a date, or would they rather do the asking? 😉 What are my muse’s fetishes/kinks? 💬 When did my muse go on their first date? 💯 What is my muse’s ideal date? 💗 Has my muse ever been in love? 👠 What was my muse’s last serious relationship like? 👰 Would my muse ever get married? 🌼 Would my muse prefer a big wedding or a small wedding? 🍬 Is my muse a sub, dom, or switch? 🏩 What was my muse’s first time like? 🎆 Is my muse into monogamy? 💕 Would my muse ever be in a polyamorous relationship? 🔥 Would my muse ever be up for a threesome? 👮 Has my muse ever had sex in public? 💔 What was my muse’s first heartbreak? 💑 What are my muse’s requirements for a potential partner? 💋 How many people has my muse slept with? 👀 Is my muse the type to sleep around? 👎 Would my muse ever cheat on their partner? 😳 What was my muse’s worst romantic/sexual relationship? 💲Would my muse ever date/marry/sleep with someone because they were rich? 👓 Would my muse ever lie for sex? 👿 Would my muse ever blackmail someone into sex? 🎥 Who is my muse’s celebrity crush? 🎀 Who would my muse sleep with if nobody ever had to know? 💍 Has my muse ever had a one-night stand? 💝 Does my muse like Valentine’s Day? 💘 What are the ways my muse says ‘I love you’ without actually saying it?

[caelxelfar-deactivated20161003]

“This is why I like you - sharp tongue and an attitude to match. Who needs poison or a hex when your attitude will do the trick.” It wasn’t an insult, if anything it was a compliment. Many tried and failed to get under her skin but Cael couldn’t help but think it had to be difficult to always be that hard and on guard. It was difficult for him and all he played was witty and indifferent. His lips quirked and he smiled. Still he enjoyed their interactions. Rare but they kept him on his toes. Plus it was refreshing to find someone who didn’t believe all was right with the world. “Yeah that’s what we’ll call it capitalism.” For Cael it was survival plain and simple. That’s how he lived life, simply. An apartment. A job. No hopes or dreams. Those often ended with violence and disappointment.  He slow clapped when she lit her second cigarette without the aid of a lighter. “When you get better magic tricks, I’ll work on my jokes, ms. Howard.” Now she was stealing his thunder. “Everything is always about the balls. No balls you should send them home to play alone.” He laughed. Shaking his head as she continued. Then he played along. Eyes growing wider and his head bobbing furiously, “Gives me wood just thinkin’ about. Don’t be jealous. Next time play voyeur and come take a look.” He winked but soon he found himself confused. Should he be amused or disgusted by what she said. He found he was both and he was okay with being both, “Better than Disneyland, non?”

[brycehxward-blog]

Bryce’s smirk only grew in size when Cael spoke. She didn’t take it as an insult, in fact it was one of the best compliments someone could give to her. She placed a hand over her heart, pursing her lips in feigned gratitude. “That’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.” She rolled her eyes as he shot back his retort, more in annoyance of her own looming bills and rent that she was reminded of whenever the word came up in conversation. To her, that meant nothing but being royally fucked at all times and always having money on her mind, what little she had. She never had that problem when she lived with her parents. They, of course, took care of her, but it was more than that. She was used to living in excess- or as much excess as one could have in Cleveland, Ohio. Of course, she had a whole other set of problem when she did live with them, so she didn’t allow herself to dwell on that very long. Besides, she would rather die than give up her independence again, even if it did mean barely scraping by. At Cael’s slow clap, she flipped him off, rolling her eyes as she took a drag. “Fuck you, Elfar. That was just a warm up.” She wasn’t entirely certain how he would react to her jokes; she had always been rather vulgar and filthy minded, which would often show in her conversation given the fact that she also didn’t possess much of a filter between her mind and her mouth. Some people, most of the people she was close with, didn’t complain about it much, but it didn’t make her any friends when she was younger. When he finally responded with a wink, she laughed, fanning herself. “Oooh, don’t tease me like that, Cael. Might have to take you up on that.” She nodded, bringing the cigarette back up to her lips for another drag. “Oh, yeah, absolutely. Just more glitter, and different kind of rides.”

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She laughed darkly, staring up at the taller girl. “Baby, you know I always finish you off.” She smiled, being completely serious. “Come home with me. Just tonight. That’s it. Promise!” She put out her pinky to clasp with Bryce’s pinky. “I miss having you in my bed. I miss making you come without hardly touching you. I miss running my hands up and down your body just exploring you.”

[brycehxward-blog]

Bryce leaned forward, lips pulling into a smirk as the older woman spoke. “I remember.” She laughed, placing her fingers on her thigh, clasping the pinky of her free hand with Dylan’s as the the woman spoke. The younger woman bit back a shiver as her mind traveled back to the memories that Dylan’s words brought to the surface. She thought for a moment, her lower lip captured between her teeth. “Okay. I’m in.” She pulled back, glancing at the woman as she clarified. “One night, that’s it.”

[charlottexpadron-blog]

“Yeah, yeah no problem,” Charlotte said to the woman, offering her a small smile. “I mean, I have no doubt in my mind that you could have handled that yourself, but…” Charlotte looked over her shoulder to where the frat boy used to be standing, then said, “I don’t know, I felt a little bad for him. Call me a sap.” She then looked back at the woman and shrugged her shoulders. “Someone who is that ignorant about how to treat women gets my pity. It’s just… sad. You could punch him in the face for grabbing your ass and he would have no idea why,” she said before letting out a long-winded sigh.

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Bryce nodded, pleased that the woman didn’t intervene because she worried for Bryce. She loathed when people underestimated her. She should have gotten used to it by now, with all the patronizing “sweeties” that the customers always would whisper in her ear as a pathetic attempt at seduction. Despite the excess of condescension that she was subjected to, it never failed to annoy her. So when someone actually took her seriously, she found it a very pleasant surprise.  She snorted when the blonde spoke of pitying the man. “I suppose pitying him is a better option than annoyance, for both parties.” She added, taking a sip of her drink. She laughed, nodding in agreement. “Honestly. He did seem pretty thick, more so than most. Must be poor breeding, or.. too much unsanitary alcohol from beer pong.” 

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Bryce had to hand it to Cleopatra; as ancient as the woman was, she sure as hell knew how to throw a party. The smell of liquor and drugs hung heavy in the air and Bryce felt calmed and suffocated by it as she swayed her body along to the music alongside the other guests. As the new song started up, she slipped her way through the crowd to get herself another drink, already feeling like she had sweated off the bulk of her previous buzz. As the bartender slid her a drink, she could feel another’s gaze on her. She groaned, having hoped to do more dancing and drinking than interacting this evening. Throwing the person a sideways glance, she quirked a brow. “The fuck are you lookin’ at?” She asked, venom laced in her voice before she had even laid eyes on the fellow patron.

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She nodded, smiling. She decided she was feeling adventurous that night and continued. “I also remember how… I’d get to lick the cookie dough off of your body. How it would taste so much better from against your skin,” she trailed off, pushing a piece of hair behind the girl’s ear and scooting closer in her chair. “You know… I didn’t have dessert tonight… you wanna go make some?” she asked, completely straight faced with a glint of mischief in her blue green orbs. She was serious now. She just wanted one last taste. That was all. there was still a strong attraction between the two and it was almost impossible to deny.

[brycehxward-blog]

Bryce chuckled, eyes flickering up to Dylan’s through hooded lashes. “I seem to remember something about that.” She smirked, tongue skimming over her own lips. “I distinctly remember that sound I would make when you did that, always seemed to get you going.” She leaned forward, voice low and heavy and breathy and moaning in Dylan’s ear. She laughed, the sound closer to a moan than her usual harsh chuckle. Her eyes flickered from Dylan’s body back to her eyes, gaze becoming serious for a fraction of a moment before returning to her flirtatious stare. She couldn’t tell if Dylan was kidding or not; a fraction of her mind was whispering to her that it would be a bad idea but the rest of her mind, and her body, was screaming at her to go with it. “Don’t start something you can’t finish, Moore.”

[chainsmokingwitch-blog]

     Thea couldn’t help but giggle. “Well, I suppose that’s good. Good for business, anyway.” Thea took out a damp rag and walked around the counter to the place she had just cleared, wiping away the crumbs left by the last costumer and continuing down the bar. “Any particularly… interesting customers?” She asked, trying to keep the conversation going.

[brycehxward-blog]

Bryce glanced up at her, shrugging her shoulders as she bit into her toast. It took all the self control she had not to moan into the crust. She couldn’t remember the last time she ate food that wasn’t out of a bag. She had gotten into the habit of drinking on an empty stomach, which, admittedly, was likely was she got as plastered as she had the previous night. “No more interesting than usual. I’m not a dancer so I don’t get a whole lot of creeps. Well, not as many anyway. And yourself? Anyone interesting come through here?’

[xxmaggiefowlerxx]

“Yeah, I bet. I’m sorry you’re dealing with that, sweetie.” She felt bad that Bryce was now living with assholes who had no concept of personal space. “You know, I baked chocolate chip cookies the other night and thought of you… like when we used to bake them together.” She had no idea why she brought up the memory. She wasn’t making this easy. “I’m sorry, was that weird?”

[brycehxward-blog]

Bryce shrugged, smirking over at the other woman. “No big deal. I mean, I did live out of a van with Randy and his.. friends for a while. I can handle a bunch of wannabe arsonists.” At the mention of their late night baking sessions- flour stuck to their skin and vanilla flung at each other in jest that nearly always ended in sex on the kitchen floor- Bryce bit her lip, mind going back to those nights. “Yeah.. that’s was nice. You put any special ingredients in them?” She asked, wiggling her brows. She shrugged, smiling at the other girl. “Not weird, just.. brings back memories. But it’s okay. I mean.. it’s not like we can just pretend it never happened.”

[chainsmokingwitch-blog]

     Thea’s eyebrow shot up when the girl seemingly got defensive. Thea could’ve sworn this conversation was going somewhere – it usually did when younger coven members came to her. She just shrugged, and pulled out a dish bucket out from under the counter. She pulled down the dishes from a place at the bar that had been emptied. Thea turned back to Bryce, giving her an innocent glance as she tried to figure her out. Perhaps she was just more stubborn than some of the other kids she had dealt with. In any case, Thea was determined to get Bryce to talk to her. “Well, other than your hangover, how was your night? Was the club particularly busy? I didn’t have a chance to stop by last night, unfortunately.”

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Logically, Bryce couldn’t blame the woman for getting confused at her sudden defensive attitude. However, Bryce wasn’t always a fan of logic when she was hungover. Or drunk. Or sober, honestly. So, she couldn’t help but feel slightly peeved at the older woman’s reaction. But she willed herself not to be too rude. After all, from what Bryce had heard, Thea seemed like she could help her with her most recent attempts at controlling her ability. She shrugged, sipping her coffee. “Oh, just swell.” Though her words were sarcastic, she couldn’t help but smile despite herself as she glanced back at the counter. She had gotten a standing ovation- most of the patrons were pissed drunk and she was wearing a particularly low cut and tight dress that night, but she was perfectly content to pretend that was her talent that caused it. “Fairly busy- for a weekday, anyway. Apparently the soccer dads are getting more ballsy about sneaking away from the house.”

[chainsmokingwitch-blog]

     “Yes, ma’am. That’s me. And you’re Bryce.” She stated without hesitation. Thea knew who the girl was. She kept tabs on all the members of the coven. She liked to watch out for them from afar, even if she couldn’t be around them all the time. It was important to her that they were all safe and happy, and she felt like it was partial her responsibility to keep them that way. “Why do ya ask? Did ya need somethin’?”

[brycehxward-blog]

“That I am.” She nodded, head still pounding from last nights- or rather this morning’s- festivities. She glanced up at her question, her entire body steeling at the other woman’s words. Bryce was still new to magic- relatively new, considering those that grew up without suppressed abilities at least- and she did occasionally need help from the more experienced members of the coven but she didn’t like others assuming that she needed their assistance. Her nose wrinkled in slight irritation. “Nope, just trying to make polite conversation. Not exactly one of my strong suits, it seems.”

[caelxelfar-deactivated20161003]

Barely audible but clearly evident based on the smile on his face, Cael laughed. Bryce had a reputation. Most either cowered in fear or bowed to her greatness. She wasn’t exactly the easiest person to get along with but that’s why he appreciated the rare moments they had a conversation, even if he greeted with snark and attitude. His eyes followed her gaze towards the sky. There could be thankful for their jobs and the experience they received from their shifts at the club. “Great minds think alike.” It had nothing to do with their minds but it was the will to the survive and a desire not to deal with a growling stomach or an eviction notice on the door. Rolling his eyes he followed her comment with more sarcasm of his own, “You enjoy the wrinkled old hands on your ass.” It was a joke. One in poor taste. His brow arched, waiting for her to give just as good as he dealt. “Isn’t there a sayin’ about doin’ what you love so you’ll never get tired of your job. That means you should love comin’ here and all the greedy hands.” 

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Bryce glanced up at Cael, smirking at his quiet laughter. She always had respect for those that didn’t seem to be bothered by her attitude. She wasn’t exactly a people person and she made that pretty clear by her venomous words and razor tongue. She didn’t know the man well, but he’d yet to do anything but provide her with decent conversation and banter, so she could hardly complain. Well, that much, anyway. Complaining was kind of her thing, after all. Couldn’t afford to lose that rep of being a judgmental bitch. “Hm.” She hummed in agreement, aware that they both had the drive to survive rather than the genuine interest of working here. “Capitalism is a hell of thing, ain’t it?” She chuckled, taking a final drag from her cigarette before the bud burned out. Slipping another one out from in between her cleavage, she snorted at his joke. “That the best you can do, Elfar?” She asked, the cigarette lighting aflame sans lighter. She shrugged, feigning thought. “I guess the hands aren’t so great. It’s more of the saggy, sweaty, dried up balls that turn me on, can’t get enough of those. But, you. I’m jealous of your job, you get to pull the half hard fuckers out on the street and finish the job without having to dance or shake your ass. All the play and none of the work, hm?” She rolled her eyes, shooting him a bemused look. “I mean, what’s not to like- decent booze, attention from men well over twice my age that say they want to bend me over the stage, smell of sex and nicotine all over the place.. Dream come true, huh?’

[chainsmokingwitch-blog]

     Thea took her mug and refilled it, then pulled a glass out and filled it with cold water. She slid the two cups across the bar. “Coffee and water. Ya needa stay hydrated.” The toaster popped behind her, and she turned to pull the two perfectly crisped pieces of bread out. She put them on a plate, then pulled a package of butter and jam out of the fridge. She turned back around and put the plate on the bar. “Here’s some toast. I’ll have the chef whip up some scrambled eggs ‘n bacon for ya too.”

[brycehxward-blog]

Bryce nodded, reaching for the coffee in lieu of the water. She could feel herself getting more and more exhausted and she didn’t really feel like passing out again. In her experience, sleeping on an already shitty hangover was a good way to make it shittier. “Thanks.” She said, sipping the water and she placed the mug on the linoleum. She glanced at the food, not allowing herself to do more than look at it until she was certain the scent wasn’t going to cause her to vomit. Taking a hesitant bite, she nodded in the woman’s direction. “You’re Thea, right?” She asked, already knowing the answer. Bryce liked to be aware of most people in the coven, always looking for other people to help her perfect her newest acquired ability; astral projection She’d yet to seek the older woman out for help yet, but she was aware of who she was.

[xxmaggiefowlerxx]

“Hey, you know if your roommates are being insane, you can come crash with me. I’ve got enough room.” She knew she shouldn’t even be offering this to her ex but she couldn’t help it. She missed the girl, despite her jealousy at Dylan’s profession. She did miss the girl more than she let on. “Unless that’s like… super out of line?” She never wanted to make the girl feel uncomfortable.

[brycehxward-blog]

Bryce’s eyebrows shot up at her comment, not out of lack of interest; her reaction was more out of surprise at her forwardness, the offer itself. But then again, neither of them were very subtle. “Not out of line, just surprising, is all.” She took a long drag from her cigarette, before glancing at her. “I might take you up on that. Be nice to be away from utter chaos for once.”

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