White Noise.

Arín. 24. She|Her. Human. Cursed. She was like a star, nothing but a beautiful echo of death.

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Walking on Air || EJ & Arín

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“Well yeah, it’d be better than drinking the blood out of someone’s body, but that doesn’t mean that blood orange juice is good! Orange juice isn’t even good. Orange juice is disgusting, and blood oranges are worse than normal oranges. I would die if all I could drink for the rest of my life was blood orange juice,” EJ said with a wide grin. “That is a really good book. Movie’s shit, but the book is one that I could probably read again. In fact, I should read it again.”

Deja vu. What an interesting word it was, both in meaning and phonetics. EJ allowed her mind to get locked onto the simplicities of thinking about deja vu for a few moments before she heard the blonde’s question. “No, I was asking you what, and then you answered my what. What are you asking what for again? Didn’t we sort both of them out?” she asked, unable to keep herself from laughing. The situation was simply too funny.

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Arín smiled and shrugged. “I like orange juice. And blood oranges are perfectly fine too. Besides, they probably have a lot more vitamins than human blood, although…” She tilted her head to the side, pondering, while a soft breeze blew her long hair around. “It might depend on the person’s diet.” Another light shrug. By now she was convinced that EJ would make a terrible vampire if she hated orange juice as much as blood. “The books are always better. But the movie had Brad Pitt.” And it was a simple rule that no movie could be absolute shit if Brad Pitt starred in it. That was just how it was.

"I don't know..." EJ's laughter was contagious, and soon enough, Arín was chuckling as well. "I'm pretty sure that you looked at me like I had two heads...somewhere between the first and the second 'what'." Or prior to both of them. Or after? Or maybe she'd imagined it all, she couldn't say with certainty. But it felt like there was an unresolved what still hanging in the air.

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Spotted || Miri & Arin

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Miri did her best not to burst into laughter as the blonde explained that she was cursed. “Oh darling, you have no idea what’s happening, do you?” She chuckled not sure if she should feel bad for her or not. “You aren’t cursed you just came across the wrong person in your travels and I’d very much like to know who that is.”

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“No,” she muttered, pure honesty seeping into her voice. Vague ideas were all she had, but nothing concrete, no full explanation that wasn’t riddled with holes and uncertainties. “Tell me what you know.”

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Have you ever met someone, spent less than thirty minutes with them and thought ‘I could easily love you’

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You’re alone; only the world you made up in your head can keep you company.

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Spotted || Miri & Arin

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“Cursed? Do you believe in curses?” Miri had seen the young woman’s lifeline. It most definitely seemed that she had crossed the wrong person. Perhaps the blonde viewed it as a curse, it certainly couldn’t be fun. She had to know who was powerful enough to do this to someone.

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"Yeah, I do.” There was no harm in admitting that, if anything, the woman would believe her to be crazy and leave her alone. “I’m cursed.” Arín brought the cup of tea to her lips, slowly taking sips of the hot liquid, the taste of roses on her tongue.

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Cali chuckled and waved a hand. “It’s uh… not really that type of gym. We’re a little more grungy than Planet Fitness,” she said, shrugging. “Tyler’s. Check it out. If you tell Peyton I sent you, she might cut you a break on rates.” Peyton was no pushover, but she was horrible at actually charging people the standard rate. 

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"I like grungy.” Arín nodded, a soft smile playing around her lips. No definite promise to check it out was made, but she'd consider it. “Thanks. I should get going.” There was a bit of hesitance in her feet as she turned to leave, but she forced herself to get back to her loneliness nevertheless. 

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Entangled || Open

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The weight she impressed on that single word wasn’t lost on him. She hadn’t had the same gravity when they last met, and he wondered idly how it was his work had instilled it in her. For there was no doubt it was his work that was to blame. It was the story of how he was interested in. 

He furrowed his brow in a pretense of consideration. “…Ah, yes, Ms. Magnusdottír, no? How lovely to run into you again, and so far from your home. My work is going quite well actually. Hopefully, it will be finished within the next six months.” Just at the thaw of spring. It would be poetic. “How have you been? What brings you to Antioch?”

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A single nod of her head was given. “I’m glad to hear that.” Hollow words dripping calm politeness, soft and quiet as they rolled off her tongue. No further inquiry was made, as she had no interest in the details of his research that she believed to be of medical origin.

His question floated in the air for a bit until she gave an answer that was as vague as it was honest, and as blurry as her mind. “I’ve been doing a bit of research myself.” It was of an entirely different kind, however, the sort of thing that most people would declare her crazy for, her small apartment full of books telling tales of the supernatural, of creatures of the night and things that seemed entirely too fascinating to be real.

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Smiling slowly he nodded to her answers as a chuckle cascaded over his lips. She wasn’t wrong. He was certainly no knight. A warrior, a killer, a trickster and even to some a god. Those were all things he had been and well, that was the way he liked it. There was a strong chance that he would be the villain that pushed a person off of something just so he could catch them. Or watch as they hit the ground because honestly, catching wasn’t fun most days. Unless it was for a point. Plans upon plans. Her playful tone moved Atticus to feel a little playful himself. 

“I always did like your dancing,” he teased lightly as he reached into his pocket to pull out a smoke. Bringing it to his lips and lighting it quickly, he offered one out to her. “But I have to say that you came to the right kind of town if you are looking for a good high. The shit they have here, well it is a whole different experience,” his words were about optrix of course. That delicious, delightful and trippy drug dear Isaiah had the market on. So what if he was old and his heart was questionably alive, he still liked to have a little bit of fun that wasn’t murder and mayhem. 

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"So I’ve heard.” Optrix was something entirely different indeed. Arín accepted the offered cigarette with a curt nod, thinking back to the day down by the bay, when she’d physically felt every little sound. It was different than her usual high, more fullfilling and more intense. “If there’s any way you can get your hands on some of that stuff, consider me interested,” she said, making it sound fairly casual. Inwardly, Arín herself wasn’t even sure what lengths she’d be willing to go to just to get a few of those syringes without having to pay the full price.

Tucking the cigarette between her lips, the blonde took a small step forward, green eyes locking with his as she waited for him to light it, an unspoken request in her gaze. Another shiver ran down her spine while she quietly studied his features from up close, but she was quick to blame it on the cold wind blowing through the night air.

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Recollection // Open

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Rowan tried to recall ever hearing the song but if she had any experience with it she could not remember, “I don’t believe I’ve heard it.” As she began, Rowan first watched her fingers across the keys, more elegantly than she could imagine. Then came the sound, and listening attentively she immediately fell in love with the tune. She knew the other would do well. She seemed the type. Her passion for music shined through her without her even having to speak. Her own elegance and beauty showed clearly through her as she played. Rowan couldn’t help but smile, yet she remained silent as to not disturb the peace of the moment.

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At the quieter parts, Arín’s fingers grazed over the keys as if they were made of glass and could break under her touch, and at every crescendo and forte, her fingertips hit them with surprising intensity. A few times, she missed the right tone, but kept playing until she reached the end of the piece. Her pale hands lingered on the piano for a moment, then she drew them back, the music still resonating inside her mind. “Well...I did butcher a few parts,” she said, her smile a reflection of the girl’s, light and warm. “I wasn’t aware how much I missed playing.” She was grateful that the brunette had asked her to play. It felt...really nice.

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Walking on Air || EJ & Arín

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“Eugh, blood orange juice?” she asked with disgust, laughing all the same. “Good, because I’m very sure that I will be right all along if you ever turn into a vampire or if you meet one. However I do want you to tell me all about it and how it is. That could be some really interesting and worthy to be kept information, you know?” she asked with a giggle.

EJ laid back down on the rocks and shut her eyes, shivering against the cold Maryland air, although not feeling very cold because of the drugs in her system. In fact, even though her skin felt cold to the touch, she felt as though she might have been sweating underneath her thick winter jacket. February had been quite unforgiving. After a moment, she opened her eyes and realized that the blonde was looking at her. Ej looked over at her with a raised eyebrow, now very curious as she slipped back to looking at the lights, seeing the broken down, fragmented blue ones that she saw when she looked at her. “What?”

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"What?” Arín laughed. “It’s bound to be better than actual blood, don’t you think? It’s not what I want to drink for the rest of my life, but if I had to...” It was a ridiculous thought anyway. She highly doubted she’d ever end up on a vampire’s radar, so it was easy to joke about it. “Dangerous, don’t you think? Interview with a vampire - oh, that reminds me of Anne Rice’s book. Such a tragic story.”

It was so easy to get lost completely in how Optrix made you feel that it took her a moment to focus back on EJ and the girl’s inquiring gaze. Blinking a couple times, Arín shook her head, realizing that she’d been gazing at her. “Nothing, just - having some kind of deja vu moment.” Sitting up straight again, her gaze flickered to the pink sky. Now it felt like it was EJ who was watching her from the side. Turning her head, the blonde chuckled lightly, eyes briefly locking with EJ’s. “What?”

[miri-kuyavar-blog]

Spotted || Miri & Arin

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Miri smiled up at the waitress and thanked her as she placed their drinks in front of them. “I agree.” The one sitting across from her was proof enough at how fascinating it can be. “Did you have family or friends that suggest it to you?”

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“Something like that,” Arín muttered as she reached for the sugar to sweeten her tea. “Some say this town is cursed.” A light shrug, but she looked up nevertheless, interested in the woman’s reaction to those words.

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Reassurance | Arin & Wren

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Wren turned to Liam and told him to call up a third, she knew the moment she had started talking to this girl it would be difficult to get a straight answer. She was panicked there was no doubt about it. “Darling, you didn’t do anything to this woman. It is something natural that happens to every person who is older and her weight. I need you to take a deep breath and calm down. Okay?”

Wren grabbed her own bag and set up an oxygen mask with canister. It was a simple precaution in case this girl started having a full blown panic attack. She knew it to happen, especially if they had been super social as most neighbors were. She never had experienced that, and it was something Wren often kept to herself. “I am sure you can elp me, but first let us calm you down okay? This isn’t your fault at all. You couldn’t have predicted the blood vessels dying, which is one of the things that causes a heart attack. It just happens with age.”

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The problem was that she could have predicted it. She should have. She’d lived in this apartment building for a couple of months now. She should have moved into another part of town sooner or - fuck, she didn’t know what she should have done. It was so hard to predict when exactly she’d start having a negative effect on other people. It was like a fucking lottery of death, and the ‘winning’ numbers were so hard to grasp.

Arín inhaled deeply, filling both lungs to their full capacity. Her hands were shaking. Not again, not again, not again. This year had started out so well. Her rules had been working; hop from apartment to apartment every few months, don’t give out your name, don’t make friends, talk to the damn toaster when you’re lonely or turn up the music and pop a few pills. 

“I can’t help you. I can’t-” She couldn’t do anything but wrap her arms around her knees tightly as she drew in another shaky breath.

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Recollection // Open

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Rowan moved over on the bench and patted the spot next to her. “Come on. I thought I was going to sound terrible, but apparently you enjoyed it. I want to hear. Even if you don’t sound great I won’t be disappointed. You have to start somewhere. Why not here?”

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Arín brushed pieces of hair out of her face and sat down on the bench next to the girl, placing the bottom of her sneaker against the pedal tentatively. “There’s only one song I know by heart. ‘In un altra vita’.” In another life. She’d played it a lot as a kid, over and over and over again on cold Winter days until it was woven into her memory. Dainty fingers pressed the first keys gingerly, creating the familiar tune, growing more confident as she blocked out her surroundings and the people in the cafe along with any and all background noises until it was only her, the piano and the presence beside her on the bench, connected by the music.

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Listening softly, her heart fluttered as if she wished to run and it nearly made him smile that smile he got before a kill but no, he didn’t want her dead. It was going to be about reminiscing really. Without missing a beat he nodded at her reassurance that he hadn’t scared her. Liar. But that was okay. Atticus was a liar too and there was something about finding a kindred spirit in the girl he had known so well. Or maybe had changed into what he knew. It was a weird way to think about it really. She was so interesting. 

Was it odd that he always fluttered from enjoying the pain he knew he was causing her to restating that she could handle it and  would come out stronger? Even as he pondered the question he knew his own answer. Atticus knew he was never the most sane. “I think life is just making sure I am around to catch you before you fall completely,” he replied with a shrug as he kept his eyes on her and his ears on her heart. Her question had the smile still on his face, “I have been pretty good. Mostly up to no good,” was added with a bit of an eyebrow wiggle because yes, he was always up to no good and something told him he would really just, love to hear it. “How about you, Darling?”

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Still, Arín couldn’t put a finger on how she felt about meeting him again. She was torn when it came to Atticus - more so than she’d ever been before, unlike years ago when everything between them had consisted of long nights filled with reckless fun. Things had been easy back then. “That’s got to be one of the most poetic things you’ve ever said to me.” A smile adorned her face as she glanced up at him from under her eyelashes. It was a look that was on the verge of being seductive but wasn’t yet, not quite - because she didn’t let it, because she put too much lightness and playfulness into it. That same playfulness tinged her voice as she parted her lips again to speak. “But you’re not my knight in shining armor.”

It was the opposite, if she was to fall, there was a good chance it was because of him. And there was also an awfully good chance she’d willingly let him drag her down with him without protest. Green eyes studied his smile as he spoke, his words confirming what she’d thought. A guy like Atticus didn’t just change from one day to the next. “Same old, same old.” Another lie that rolled off her tongue easily. “Drunk and high and dancing on bridges.”

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Recollection // Open

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Rowan gently brushed against the keys of the piano. A smile unable to leave her face. Once she heard the woman’s response she looked to her again. “Really? Well I suppose you could always come here to play. As long as nobody gives you any trouble.” She gazed at her for a second longer before looking to her lap again, “can I hear you play?”

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Playing for herself in a cafe full of people had never seemed all that tempting before. It wasn’t the same as when she was alone in her apartment, shielded from the outside world, plucking the strings of the guitar her father had bought her years ago. But Arín missed playing the piano, she just hadn’t realized how much until now. “Yes,” the word slipped out between curved lips softly, her brain catching up slowly with the realization that she wouldn’t be playing only for herself. Almost nervously, she trailed her fingers through her blonde hair. “But I have to warn you, I’m probably not very good at it anymore. You’ll be disappointed.” A light chuckle. She wished she would have had a chance to practice before this - or a chance to play the guitar instead.