Catch Me I'm Falling

Clara Lang | 22 | Bartender. I'm Magic.

[claraxlang]

The aftermath of the storm had left Clara with no where to go, no one to stop her from going down a path that would only lead to someone, probably herself, getting hurt. Returning to the resort did nothing to raise her spirits, though she doubted anything could at that point. All the sadness she had felt had disappeared and left a rage and bitterness that consumed her. She laid on the bar, already drunk, letting her fingers weaving intricate patterns that left a dark, swirling mass above her. She heard footsteps approach and she rolled her eyes. “If you want something fucking get it yourself.” Her words her slurred, but she couldn’t give a shit about her professional reputation. 

[msjessicaday]

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friendlyneighborhooddoctor:

Luke smirked at the woman. He could feel the power coming off her and had no desire to leave. “Nah don’t do that,” he started as he stepped toward her. He crossed his arms thinking she looked familiar, but he hadn’t met her yet. The bar… that was where he saw her a lot. “But you can show me how you did that,” he continued. He uncrossed his arms and flipped his palm over. After a moment, a flame appeared in the air above his skin. 

She was certain she had seen him around before. Hell, there were a lot of staff she had never bothered to talk to, or at least didn’t bother to learn the names of. She watched him with a raised brow and managed to smile when she saw the flickering flame above his hand. Fire had never really been her strong element. She carefully put her hand above the flame, feeling the warmth under her fingers. She slowly moved her fingers, almost as though she was playing a piano, and grinned widely as the flame slowly changed colour to a cool blue. She could feel the energy between their hands like electricity buzzing through her. “Uh, I mean, I can show you... but this is fucking cool.” She was grinning widely, “It’s been ages since I’ve done magic with someone else.”

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rose-flynn:

Rose took the next shot, giving Clara a small smile after she put her glass back down. “I can’t really do anything about most of what’s going on. But I have been known to be pretty good in bed.” Clara was gorgeous and Rose wouldn’t mind being the one who gave her what she wanted. In fact, she very much wanted it. “And I happen to be available right now. If that’s something you’d be interested in.” 

The next shot went down a lot smoother than the first and she sucked in a breath as she let it settle. There was nobody in the bar, except for them. Surely she wouldn’t get in trouble. Plus anybody who did walk in would see a show. She smirked, walking around to the other side and sitting on the bar top, just in front of the gorgeous red head. “You know, I am really fucking considering it. Maybe you just need to convince be that you’re gonna be the right one for the job.” Clara gave Rose a cheesy wink, laughing softly.

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richardxblake:

As she responded some wicked part of his mind reminded him exactly who this was. And then proceeded to nudge him closer, guide his hand to her thigh, to pull it over his hip and get them as close as he could. It was like he was on the ceiling watching the scene unfold. The chick was a bitch, but his dick which had sprung to life couldn’t care less. “Yeah, yeah stress relief. Now shut up. Your thinking too much.” He pulled her face closer, resuming their kiss. His large hand tangled in her hair while the other took residence on her thigh, massaging the muscle there.

Her body was definitely betraying her. She wanted to just hate Rich and walk away, maybe tell Melissa that he was being a dumbass. But fuck, she couldn’t. She needed something, anything to distract her from the fact that her life was falling apart and fucking someone she hated was a fantastic distraction. One thigh was around his hip, giving her the perfect angle to grind against him, feeling his dick stiffen against her. She moaned softly against his lips, tightening her grip on his shirt, trying the tug it off. 

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friendlyneighborhooddoctor:

Luke watched helplessly as the trees bent into an arch in front of him. He wanted to rip the person a new one for interrupting his practice and essentially just showing off to boost their own ego. He heard an unfamiliar woman’s voice and turned around rolling his eyes at her pathetic apology. He wasn’t sure if she was stuck up her own ass or had a need to prove herself better than everyone else. “Technically it’s not my shit,” he pointed out with a small smile, “I was just practicing. I’m a little rusty. Just been doing the same spells for years.”

Clara stretched her fingers out, sighing. She didn’t know how to stop the darkness that was already slowly creeping into her magic, she wasn’t even sure if she wanted to stop it, truly. She still looked at the man apologetically, “I’m kind of sick of practicing alone, and we could swap spells or some shit if you want. I’m sure we both know some weird ass magic stuff.” She shrugged and laced her fingers together to stop herself from fidgeting, “Or I can fuck off, whatever.”

[oswaldoswin]

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rose-flynn:

Rose raised her glass to Clara before taking it down easily, shaking her head when she was done. “I always know I can take it but the taste at the end always gets me.” She gave the other woman a small smile. “It’s been a while since we talked. How are things? How’s the bar business?” 

Clara downed her own shot, wincing briefly as she swallowed. Tequila had always been a surefire way for her to get drunk fast, and god, she needed it. She poured another two shots, smiling. “Once you have a few shots you kind of forget there is a taste.” She looked at Rose, leaning across the bar with a sigh, “Shit is slow, life is shit, my magic is kind of going to shit. I feel like I need a good hard fuck to get me out of this slump.” Clara lied, shrugging. She wasn’t about to admit that she was self-medicating just so she didn’t have to feel anything.

[claraxlang]

♘ (Rich)

To Asshole Fuckboy: Why are you such a dick? Seriously, ugh, I've never hated anyone more. God there has to be some kind of reason. Follow up question, wanna fuck?

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♣ (melissa)

To the best bitch: Okay so I may or may not have heard two guys at the bar describing your tits. I mean they didn’t say your name but I’m pretty sure you must be “the banging babe with boobs bigger than Texas.”

[claraxlang]

Send a Symbol for a Text

☮ for an apologetic text

⊙ for a reaction to your muse’s nudes text

❋ for a hopeful text

☯ for an adoring text

ღ for a friend-crush text

❤ for an affectionate text

✂ for a worried text about the receiver

☺ for a complimentary text

❂ for a text about another character (specify other)

✳ for a holiday text

♆ for a sext

☼ for a joking text

↔ for a bitching text

♣ for a gossipy text

$ for a lying text

☆ for a longing text

♬ for a fangirl/boy gushing text

★ for a dumb meme or inside joke text

♘ for a questioning text

♬ for a music rec or lyric text

☽ for a sleepy text

☢ for a snarky text

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richardxblake:

Her words were a simple buzzing in the background, leaving him watching the ceiling as if it held the secrets of the universe. “This would be so much easier if I was high.” He turned slightly to watch her send sparks through the air. Sipping the warm liquor, he sighed, shaking his head. “No, no, no. Your fine. Not that I’m paying attention. That’s what’s good about ranting to some dick that you hate.” He glanced over at her with a wink. “You? Nah, not big, loudmouth Clara.” He chuckled, rolling his shoulders as he faced the ceiling again. Feeling the kiss, he arched a brow and glanced back at her. She was still leaned in. Her eyes weren’t blue, her hair wasn’t long, but… he placed a hand on her face, cradling her cheek as he leaned in and kissed her. They both had shit on their mind and alcohol in their system. It was one time.

The alcohol had left her feeling more empty. Usually it worked to at least drown whatever she was feeling until she passed out, but for whatever reason it wasn’t working. She needed something to fill that emptiness. Their bodies were so close, and a more sober and sane part of her was saying this couldn’t end well. But it didn’t mean anything. She hated him, and one time just to fill that emptiness wouldn’t hurt. His lips were against hers and she didn’t pull away, she didn’t want to pull away. Her hands went to his chest, grabbing at his shirt to pull him as close as she could. She pressed against him, pushing away any thought of who she could hurt by doing this. She forced herself to stop just for a moment so she could look at him, “This means nothing, okay? This is just... stress relief.” 

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friendlyneighborhooddoctor:

@claraxlang

Luke was standing between two large trees attempting to bend them to form an arch and it wasn’t working. He’d be stuck in a rut of doing the same old spells and he wanted to stretch his magical arms so to speak. He took a step back and stared at the trees. “You fuckers are going to do this for me so I don’t feel like such I washed up old witch,” he mumbled to the trees. He took a deep breath flicked his wrist around in a few semi-circles. A few branches cracked loudly and a few fell to the forest floor. “Son of a bitch,” he called out loudly.

Clara had taken to practicing magic alone. Ever since the incident in Seattle her magic had become more and more destructive. She could control it sometimes but it was like a corrupted force pushing her towards something dark. Sure, she had used magic in front of people at the resort but it was getting harder to reign that darkness in. She had been kneeling, her hands weaving back and forth as she watched leaves slowly float from the ground and begin twirling in the air. Soon they were twirling with such force that she could feel the wind nearly pushing her back. Quickly she dropped her hands to the ground, hearing a loud crack as the wind eased. Shit. Surely she didn’t do that? She stood quickly, running towards the noise, only to see another man standing, in a position that she had seen in a spell before. She took a step towards him, letting her fingers move fluidly around in gentle circles. This could be a chance to show off to another witch. The trees started to bend as if they were made of rubber and she grinned. The joy lasted all of a few seconds before she heard a deafening crack. One of the trees split at the point where it bent. “Fuck. Uh, sorry for ruining your shit?”

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rose-flynn:

@claraxlang​

Rose wasn’t having the best night. It seemed everyone was interested in everything but her and she wasn’t happy. She even had on a new cute dress and nobody wanted to take it off her. She made her way into the bar, frowning when she saw it empty. “Damn it all,” she said before sitting down. She saw Clara and smiled. “Tonight has sucked and I need a stiff drink as soon as possible.” 

Clara hated the nights when the bar was more empty. At least with people there she didn’t have time to focus on the pain that seemed to be occupying her entire body. She had spent so long trying to ignore it that it seemed to have corrupted her soul in a way. It was easy to dull it with vices that she just kept indulging. A voice cut her out of her reverie. It had come from a beautiful redheaded woman and she forced herself to smile. “Join the club.” Clara shrugged, pouring them both a shot of tequila, “This is probably as stiff as it gets so bottoms up.”

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missfoxymelissa:

Melissa froze. Her heart jumped into her throat. She looked down at her blankets wanting more than anything to be out of this moment. It hurt… fuck it hurt a lot, but she couldn’t really do anything and didn’t have any right to say anything. She had yet to act on her stupid crush, but that didn’t seem to stop the pit in her stomach. It was making her headache worse. Logically it made sense. They were in an orgy together, of course they fucked. “Right,” Melissa finally spoke up quietly, her eyes still on her blanket. She started to rub her forehead as she closed her eyes. “I am way too hungover to process this.” After a few moments she looked back up at Clara. “Fuck it right? I mean I can’t even get my shit together enough to say anything to him so I shouldn’t get upset that he fucks everyone? Fuck… Rich screwed me up didn’t he? I can’t even tell someone that I care about them,” she ranted quietly.

Clara braced herself, ready for a slap or to be kicked off the bed or something. She probably deserved it. Of course she knew how Mel felt for Vic and she still went and fucked him anyway. “Fuck, I should’ve waited for a better moment. I’m sorry.” Clara was never this apologetic. She wasn’t supposed to be vulnerable. She was supposed to be the angry friend who didn’t give a shit about anyone, but the thought of losing her only real friend to a dumbass mistake terrified her. “Mel, I know this is the worst time to say this but... You should just tell him. The worst that could happen is he says he’s not into you and if he’s an ass about it we can hex him. Don’t let Rich scare you away from trying to pursue other people. He is a fucking dickhead.”

[riverdaleonline]

You’re a little more dangerous than you look. You have no idea.

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@richardxblake

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da-hoodoo-man:

Henri chuckled softly as he noticed her eyes lingering on the sigils on his skin. He was hoping for this reaction. He watched her for a moment, and hadn’t run for the hills as she listened to him. He chuckled a bit as he nodded. “Sometimes, you gotta, some of the heavy stuff hold that real power, y’know.” he said, not sure how to put what he was thinking of. He smirked a bit. “What can I say? I get excited” he said with a shrug and a laugh. “Aww, look at that, and thoughtful too. Much obliged I may have ta return the kindness sometime.” he replied with a pensive nod. “I have my moments. Well, not all of them blush like dat, so I’m flattered, Clara.”

She chewed on her bottom lip. She needed to stop looking at the sigils but she was painfully curious. “Yeah, but that kind of power can get someone hurt.” She stepped even closer and exhaled, “Do you mind if... touch them? I know it’s fucking weird, I just want to know what they feel like.” She felt like a goddamn creep but something about magic that she hadn’t experienced before left her feeling like a kid learning about witchcraft for the first time. “I can think of one or two ways to repay the kindness.” She smirked at him, trying desperately to cover up for blushing. “I’m not blushing... it’s just warm in here. Shit, that’s not even a believable lie, is it?”