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gabriel-faust‌:

Gabriel loved to go on long walks. Nature was never something he truly appreciated when he was alive. Now, was a different story. Absolutely anywhere he was, Gabriel would explore until he knew every square inch of the place he was, no matter how long it took. After all, he only had all the time in the world.

As he made his way up to the park, he felt an unfamiliar presence nearby. This was normal, he was in a new and different place. He didn’t know anyone. Still, the opportunity to meet a new soul, or… feast on a new soul was always exciting for the vampire.

As soon as their eyes locked, he gave the sweetest smile he could manage, making his way in her direction and then stopping a few feet away. “Well, I’m sorry to disappoint,” he attempts to joke. “Cold? Eh, maybe a little bit. But that only means the snow is coming, soon.”

“Do you think you’re disappointing? I’m actually quite pleased that you’re here.” Constance stood and took the strangers left arm in her own right one. “I need some important advice and you’re perfect.” The witch started walking, leading the man on one of the park paths that stretched further into the plot of land until it reached the woods.

“I’ve just gotten a goat and I have no idea what to name her. Normally I can just feel what their name is, but she’s completely closed off. Got a lot of walls up. I think there was some significant trauma in her past. If you were a traumatized goat, what would your name be?” The man felt cold to her, now that she was closer to him. Experimentally, she reached out and took the tips of his fingers, feeling out the temperature. “Do you need gloves? I have spares in my bag.”

#c;gabriel #gabriel #i'm sorry she's so touchy lol he can shove her off whenever

richardnking‌:

The longer he stayed in town, the more he was drawn to the places he still knew from when he was a kid and lived here. His father still hadn’t turned up and he knew they had to involve the police soon, but that would make everything just real. Now, he could still pretend nothing had happened and he would be gone soon. After they reported him missing… well, everything would change.

He had spent so many afternoons in this park that he wanted to check if it still was the same. Which it wasn’t, of course. Nothing had actually changed, but it felt so much smaller, so much more insignificant than it had been when this had still been his world. He hadn’t expected to find anyone here, but there she was…

He shrugged. “I don’t care that much for the cold. It’s nothing a good coat and a pair of gloves can’t solve…” Besides, there was only so much time he could spend in a hotel room. “But I have to say, I hadn’t expected to find anyone here either. What brings you here?”

Constance was one to talk about the cold, when she herself wasn’t exactly in winter gear. The long skirt she was wearing was plenty warm for her, though, when she threw in a warming spell her old friend taught her during the particularly hard winters on the commune. “It’s not that cold anyways,” she said with a wink.

With a grin, she leaned back in the swing, far enough that her hair skimmed the ground. “I came here to swing. It’s easier to think when you’re moving.” Constance snapped up and then started to actually swing, speaking as she did. “It’s my sisters birthday. She’s a Libra!”

“You can’t ask a question without an answer of your own, though. Your turn to fess up.”

#c;richard #richard

zacharyhawtorn‌:

He liked these walks, usually before work. He slowly got to know the town and with the weather getting colder, he had the streets for him alone more and more often. Not that he minded company, obviously, but sometimes he needed some time alone with his thoughts.

He hadn’t noticed the woman sitting in the park when he entered, curious about what he would find there. He hadn’t been there before, even when the town was so small, so he liked to discover small parts of it now and then.

He shrugged. “The cold doesn’t really bother me…”, he said, before noticing how that sounded. He started to laugh. “Not that I’m Elsa or something like that, by the way, just to clear that up.”

“I’m glad you clarified, because if you hadn’t, I would have broken out into song and fully expected you to join in. Although, a musical number is still on the table, if you want,” Constance suggested in a sing song voice. “Do you happen to know any ABBA?”

Constance started to actually swing now, her feet just barely off of the ground as she did. “Come swing with me, Elsa. I've found that talking to someone while being on a swing is very liberating. You’d tell them things you wouldn’t if you were just stationary. Not that I’m trying to get all your dirty secrets. Only some.”

#c; zachary #zachary

witchyeli‌:

“That’s closer than I thought, thank you very much.” Elijah put his phone in a back pocket then indicated to the boxes. “Do you need some help?” he offered then nodded his head. “Yeah, I just moved here for New York, quite a change of scenery for sure.” he put his hands on his hips now. “Honestly, I’m here to help out with the recent murders and the… you know, beheading of that vampire.” Elijah said the word vampire quietly, making sure that no humans would overhear them.

“Help me get the last box in?” Constance gestured to the storefront that currently had one last box set in front of the door, the heaviest one. “Let’s just try not to drop it. Wouldn’t want to explode! Not today, maybe later.”

Constance skipped up to where the box was and picked up one side. “New York! I was there for a year. Smelled like pee, but the energy was beautiful! And the rats! Too smart for their own good and that’s what I love about them.” She paused when he mentioned the murders, raising an eyebrow. “Are things are getting so bad they called you in? Or did you volunteer?”

#c;elijah #elijah

rubytorresontherun‌:

She hated this. She hated the pills not working, no matter how much she dared to take. She hate the voices whispering, slowly gaining power. She wanted to be left alone, even though she knew that was probably never gonna happen again. It had not happened in the last half of her life. And with each day that passed, the day she’d have to move came closer and closer.

So she walked around, restless, hoping that the cold would chase the voices away. She knew better. She knew that the storm was gathering and it was the storm she was afraid of. Terrified.

She crossed the threshold of a small park and threw her head in her neck when she saw she was not alone. “You weren’t the only one thinking they’d be alone.”

Constance cocked her head at the woman’s presence, could practically reach out and touch the strong, negative emotions radiating off of her. She knew she was a witch right away, felt it like a buzzing in her bones, the same feeling she got when she met the witch that introduced her to Aurora. Constance didn’t give anything away, but she instantly felt more at ease with her fellow witch.

Stretching her legs out, she gave the stranger a grin so wide that it made her eyes crinkle. “It’s fortuitous! Both of us came here to be alone, but the forces of the universe told us to be alone...together! You believe in fate, right?” Constance stood from where she was sat on the swing and held out her hand. “Constance Fiddler. I came here because it’s my sisters birthday today and something about the trees in this park sing to me. Now your turn.”

#ruby #c;ruby

fstch-blog

Charlie always found house pets to be useless. He understood the fascination with small creatures you could train, having them obey to your commands, following orders — it sounds like a power trip he couldn’t resist. Though they died quickly, some even naive to their masters will. Not to mention they were fragile, fragile as any person in this town. “Isn’t she beautiful? I found her on top of a roof,” he mused with a sly grin, looking down at the cat in his lap, then upwards to a pair of eyes. “I don’t know what I’ll do with her… maybe she could be a snack?” A short pause of silence, eyes staring coldly at the person in front of him, a wicked laugh soon following after. “I’m just joking, I’m not so cruel.” Or was he? The climate of the town was rocky with all the deaths occurring, and Charlie sure enjoyed making people feel uncomfortable.

constancefiddler-blog

“Gimme!” The smile that crossed Constance’s face when she saw the cat instantly turned sour. Joke or not, she didn’t take lightly to threats towards animals. Especially cats. Besides, something told her that if he got the inclination, he’d actually do it.

Constance plucked the cat out of his arms, making it mew in a shocked manner and leveled a glare at him. “It’s not funny to joke about that kind of thing,” she said, hefting the cat to her chest so it’s head was level with hers. “Dead cats start showing up, people will really think we have a serial killer on our hands. Cats taste terrible anyways, stick to beef.” In a moment of immaturity, she stuck out her tongue.

#c;charlie #charlie #i don't have a gif of amy adams sticking out her tongue but i sure wish i did

serotnin

catch me gardening topless at 5am telling my baby tomato plant about my bad dream

#c;x

witchyeli-blog

Elijah tucked his notepad into his pocket and took a look around the neighborhood, this was very much different from New York City where it was always busy but due to the recent murders in town, things seemed a lot quieter and barely anyone wanted to answer his questions so he put it down to a small town thing. Elijah hadn’t been in a small town in years, let alone stepped foot in a sheriffs station, that was a new thing for him earlier but now he was out and about, getting to know the layout of the town and asking the locals a few questions, even checked out the crime scenes, sure, it was a lot to do in a few hours but no time like the present to jump into things, right?

He checked his phone for the address his boss had given him for the apartment he was supposed to be moving into (he hoped that the movers didn’t scare Paul too much) but he looked around and sighed. “Excuse me, do you know where this address is?” Elijah showed the stranger the address on his phone.

constancefiddler-blog

Constance was loading up the back of her car with boxes that were a strange mixture of magical and mundane. Potions were rubbing elbows with jars of honey and magical herbal remedies were right next to beeswax lotions. Constance just hoped nothing broke and contaminated the non-magical items. Again.

As she let the last box drop out of her arms and into her trunk, that was when she caught the eye of the man with the notepad. Constance cocked her head, trying to place the name to the face and it took her a few moments to realize that he was new. “Yeah! Sure.” With a smile, she took a peek at the phone.

“Never been there myself, but I’ve been next door. That should be two blocks down, then take a right.” The back of her mind tingled and her intuition kicked into gear. “You’re moving?”

#c;elijah #elijah

Constance was currently sat on the abandoned swings at the park, idly swaying back and forth on her day off. Her eyes were focused on some mushrooms growing a foot away in the dewy grass, trying to identify them, but she hadn’t memorized the different species of Vermont yet.

Something tingled at the back of Constance’s mind, distracting her from her task and she perked up instantly, knowing what that meant; a presence stepping through the threshold of the humble park. A smile split across Constance’s face and she locked eyes with the stranger.

“Thought I’d have the place to myself. It’s too cold for most right now,” though, she didn’t look like she minded the company. Despite her isolated lifestyle, she was a social creature at heart.