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Evangeline Priestly Darklighter "Reformed"

[darkevangeline]

emotionalsupportwerewolf​:

Ronan 📲 Evangeline

To Evangeline: Wtf? Bastard didn’t tell me he was going anywhere I’ll get on him about that. You should’ve told me I could’ve found someone else to help you out :\

To Evangeline: I’ll have a camera ready to catch their reaction how about that

To Evangeline: How are we on stock, did you run out of anything?

To Ronan: If it’s any consolation he didn’t tell me he was going anywhere either.

To Ronan: Excellent. I guess I should warn you now that I banned Larry from coming back... 

To Ronan: Rosé. Never thought we’d run out of pink wine but there’s some new woman coming in lately, likes to sit at the bar and look like she’s about to cry. She’s your problem next time. 

[darkevangeline]

emotionalsupportwerewolf​:

Ronan 📲 Evangeline

To Evangeline: Hahaha yeah I’m back, and thanks for the warning. Glad to see the place is still standing too, anything happen I should know about?

To Ronan: Well your brother also disappeared into nowhere shortly after you did, leaving me to run a townie bar by myself. What could have possibly gone wrong?

To Ronan: Let me know how happy to see you they look. 

[darkevangeline]

dominic-kingsley​:

Dominic held up his hands in defense. “Oh no, you were looking at it first. I’m just admiring it.” A nutcracker might be nice for Charlotte or Spencer. It didn’t seem to have any moving parts, just being a representation of a nutcracker, but it was still painted in vibrant blue and gold. “I might want that green one instead.” He gestured towards on sitting on the back of the table. He already had a bag full of trinkets, but when something caught his eye he bought it before thinking it through. If there wasn’t someone else here he might already have bought the nutcracker.  “Are you shopping for yourself or others?”

When he didn’t take it from her hand, Evangeline shrugged and returned the nutcracker to the counter she’d picked it up from. Hell knew she didn’t want it. She thought that might be the end of their conversation, but the man turned back towards her, inquiring. “Neither, just browsing,” she returned, placing the smile back on her face. “My gift list was short this year.” Positively empty, in fact. “And you?” she returned because it was the expected thing to do. 

[darkevangeline]

Evangeline rolled up her sleeves and picked up the knife that sat behind the bar, testing the blade with the pad of her thumb, and finding it suitably sharp enough, turned her attention to the task at hand.

Slicing fruit for garnishes. Quaint. 

Even a kitchen knife like this felt like a natural extension of her hand, and when the door opened, she glanced up without pausing in her work, never once fearing injury. She was about to call out the traditional greeting, screwing her work face into place, when the woman came more into focus and Evangeline realized she recognized her. It wasn’t often enough that this bar had attracted interesting customers, and the brunette who had come through asking questions all those months ago still fit in that category. Evangeline never had been able to figure out her story.

“I remember you,” she stated, finally stilling her hands in their work, and she laid the knife down on the cutting board. “Welcome back.”

@heatherpayne​

[darkevangeline]

maggie-see​:

“Look, I’m not disputing the fact that the Muppet Christmas Carol is a fantastic movie and probably the best version of a Christmas Carol, but I am disputing your claims of it being the best Christmas movie ever.” Maggie said, shaking her head.

Evangeline wasn’t sure what kind of conversation she had just walked into, but she kept her mouth shut and let it play out, reaching across the aisle to grab more fruit. Was this really the kind of thing that people argued about, it took all her self control not to roll her eyes. Patience. It was good practice for the role she was meant to play. Finally when it was just the two of them alone, she leaned over and offered,”I agree, I hate a Christmas Carol.”

[darkevangeline]

@emotionalsupportwerewolf

To Ronan: Heard you’re back in town. This is my formal notice I’m taking the rest of the weekend off. To Ronan: Welcome back. 

[darkevangeline]

dominic-kingsley​:

Dominic wandered through the stalls of the German style outdoor market, admiring all of the crafts. It was impressive the skill that it took to make these things, and while he wasn’t exactly crafty he did enjoy having something technical to do with his hands. He’d already done the bulk of his Christmas shopping, but now he was looking for something unique to get his mother, or whatever caught his eye as perfect for one of his partners or sisters. He chuckled at the thought of his mother having to disrupt her perfect decor for whatever little trinket he got her. At the next stall someone was examining an interesting piece. Dominic came closer for a good look. “Wow, I was also looking for something like that. And it looks really well made.” He directed the second comment to the vendor with a smile.

The lengths that people went to celebrate this ridiculous holiday would never cease to amaze her. From the constant music and lights everywhere, to the fact that it seemed to be all anyone could talk about for the month of December, to now this, a little marketplace that was supposed to be Christmas, but European. She supposed it did look vaguely German-- if you’d never been to Germany. Curiosity led her to enter the fray, weaving through the throngs of people aimlessly as she took in the sights. She paused in front of one booth and picked up a large wooden carving of a nutcracker while its creator gave her a proud toothy grin. As she turned the piece over in her hands, Evangeline was glad she wasn’t human, and wouldn’t have to suffer a life of collecting and giving ugly little trinkets like this as presents. She glanced up as another person stepped next to her, eyeing the carving in her hand. “Here, you can have it. I was just looking,” she offered, passing it over. 

[darkevangeline]

bridgette-kingsley​:

“Look, I didn’t say I was giving up drinking,” Bridgette said, “I said I was giving up drinking alone.” She did kind of try to give up drinking period since going out and partying and drinking usually lead to using more Pixie Dust, but it just wasn’t working out for her all the time. She got through almost two weeks before getting back to it again. She took a sip of the bottle that she’d snagged from…well, she didn’t remember where exactly. “I don’t know…maybe I’ll try it again when the new year rolls around, you know? You got any New Year’s Resolutions that you plan on breaking about three weeks into the new year?”

Evangeline wasn’t sure if the woman was talking to her or if she’d just been passing by at the right moment but she stopped either way. She had been following her instincts, tracking the sense that there was a witch or even maybe a future whitelighter nearby, and to her surprise, the trail ended here. This was the good soul she’d been tracking? The figure sitting drinking alone in the park certainly didn’t seem like she needed any help in being corrupted, and Evangeline couldn’t help but smile to herself as she crossed her arms across her chest. “I don’t make New Year’s Resolutions,” she answered, shifting her weight between her feet in a posture that was half cocky, half casual. “I think they’re pointless. They make people feel better about themselves temporarily, before they inevitably go back to their old habits.” She shrugged one shoulder. “Why not just embrace your habits? Eliminate the middleman.”

[darkevangeline]

I've had enough, it's obvious

"Alright, get the fuck out."

From his seat at the hightop, still leaning halfway across the table with one arm up, Larry froze. "What?" he blurted out, briefly thrown, before sitting back and resting his elbow on the table once more. "Oh honey, don't kid with me like that."

Reaching the bar once again, Evangeline didn't return to her customary place behind it but rather turned and leaned against it, crossing her arms across her chest.

When she'd come topside and taken a position at the Full Moon Bar, it had been as a cover story: a ruse to keep tabs on Cameron North and get closer to him. She certainly hadn't signed up to run the damn place while Ronan went to find himself. When he'd first said he was leaving, she'd been glad for his absence. He was an anchor to the light in Cameron, and without the distraction Evangeline was sure she could make much quicker work of bringing him to her side. But then Cameron had also disappeared, he didn't tell her where to. Evangeline had considered tailing him, but he wasn't her only mark in the area. So somehow, she'd ended up alone in Ashland. Running a bar.

Well at least she'd run it her way.

"I'm not kidding, get the fuck out of here."

Her tone was measured, but still Larry shrunk back a little. He glanced around at the other day-drinking regulars, all of whom were now silent, before seemingly taking comfort in their numbers. "Okay, okay," he raised his hands, as if trying to placate her. "I'll keep my mouth shut, you won't even know I'm here. Just get me another beer to keep my mouth busy, eh?" he laughed, throwing her a wink, clearly expecting her to fold.

And she could have. His comment hadn't even been the worst she'd ever heard him make. But today, she was just tired of listening to him altogether. And Hell, it felt good telling him off. Being able to make him squirm might have been the only good part of her current predicament.

"I'm not gonna repeat myself again. Ronan might have tolerated your behavior but I'm in charge now. Guess you shouldn't have run him off," she cocked an eyebrow, still leaning against the bar. "Now are you going to leave or do you need me to help you out the door?"

For a moment Larry didn't move, but the moment Evangeline straightened up to standing, he leapt- fell, really- off the seat. "You can't talk to me like this, sweetheart, I've been coming to this bar most of my life."

She dropped what was left of her amicable facade and let the malice that burned within her show in her eyes as she approached him slowly, like a cat toying with a mouse. "Do you want to end it here too?" she asked softly. She didn't care if he or the rest of the bar might be supernatural. She'd watched them for long enough to know they were pathetic, doughy in the middle, and she wished they would try to fight her. It would be the most excitement she'd had in weeks.

For all his bluster, Larry stumbled back across the room with every step she took forward. "Crazy bitch!" he shouted on his way out the door and Evangeline smiled for real this time. He didn't even know the half of it.

Turning back to face the bar, she swept her gaze over the rest of the room, but no one would meet her eyes. "Anyone else have anything smart to say?" The room stayed silent as the grave, and she smirked to herself as she picked up a rag and turned around to wipe the now-vacated table. "Didn't think so."

If she was going to be stuck here she might as well make it interesting.

[darkevangeline]

Who’s a heretic now?

Evangeline had it on pretty good authority that there was no such thing as God, but if there had been, He’d be one hell of an ironic bastard.

Evangeline. Evangelism. Evangelical.

“Hey Eve, can I get another round?” Eve.

It was laughable. She hardly preached Gospel, couldn’t care less about salvation through Grace, and she certainly wasn’t the first Woman, all pretty and holy and subservient. If anything, she’d rather be Lilith, the mother of monsters, laying with demons before she let a man tell her what to do. No cold of hellfire wouldn’t have been worth the ability to make her own choices.

But of course, born in Protestant New England, it had been Evangeline.

And in Protestant England, she hadn’t be able to make her own choices either. Except for one. There was one choice she’d made herself, seventeen times over.

And from it, she had been reborn. Evangeline Priestly. The wickedest of souls. The holiest of names.

It didn’t matter, really, to have Eve or Lilith as a namesake. Both stories had inevitably ended the same. She’d never met the woman, but Evangeline was pretty sure Lilith had come to learn that even demons tell a woman what to do; who she can be to best help their cause instead of her own. How far up the chain she can advance.

There was no autonomy unless you made it yourself; no power unless you take it.

“Hey. Eve. Hello? I said can I get a refill?” The customer whose bastardization of her name had dropped her into her thoughts pulled her back out just as swiftly. But she hid any annoyance at his belligerence behind the smile she’d spent centuries cultivating: warm, friendly, approachable. And when she spoke, her voice soft and honey-toned, her words rang sincere, because she wasn’t speaking to him; not really.

“Of course. You can have anything you want.”

[darkevangeline]

benandanti-mateo‌:

Mateo hadn’t expected the bartender to come over and serve him, but he gave her a polite smile. He watched as she quite literally tossed his drink together. As she brought the drink over, he mentally prepared himself for a drink that wasn’t probably going to be the best Moscow mule that he’s eve had. He squeezed the lime into the drink and stirred it, taking a quick sip of it as she asked him if he wanted anything else. “No. I’m good. I’m not that hungry actually,” he said. He held up the cup to her. “The mule is great. Are you new to this bar? I don’t think I’ve seen you here before.” Of course, he hadn’t really been there before either, but he wanted to ask some questions to see if he could get a feel of the area he was in.

Despite her general annoyance, Evangeline smiled politely as he complimented the drink, and didn’t immediately return to stand behind the bar. “Thanks, that’s good to know, we don’t really get a lot of requests for those here.” When he asked how long she’d been here, she cocked her head. “I’ve been here for a few months at this point,” she returned, eyeing him. “I don’t think I’ve seen you in here either. You’re not one of our old regulars.”  Emphasis on old. This guy was about twenty years too young to be mistaken as one of the regular guard that came through here. 

[darkevangeline]

heatherpayne‌:

Heather felt good that the bartender could laugh along rather than get annoyed at her. Maybe she could get somewhere with this conversation. “Wow, thanks,” Heather said in surprise as the other beer was set in front of her. She took a sip of it out of courtesy and found that it tasted mediocre, but she could choke it down. She gave a polite smile, not wanting to drag this out or complain again. “Thanks, it’s much better.”  

“So your boss isn’t old, he just has an in with them? Is it just his dad or grandpa’s friends then?” In her mom’s hometown there were a couple of diners where the old men would go every week, but sometimes someone would bring a younger male family member along. Heather leaned forwards, corssing her arms on the bar. “What’s interesting about me?” she asked, interested in how she came across to others. Was it that weird for a woman of her age to visit this bar?

She shook her head. “No, I just went to school in LA. I’m originally from outside Chicago. What about you?” 

Evangeline nodded along with the woman’s assessment that the second beer was better as she typed her order into the screen. “No problem, I’ll get that order of fries in for you right now.” 

“No he’s...” she trailed off thinking. Evangeline had always found it difficult to gauge the ages of humans nowadays; they got so much older than they used to. “Probably late thirties? Maybe forty?” She shrugged to punctuate her words. “But yeah I think they’re all friends of his dad or something.” Evangeline had paid little attention to Ronan’s story when they’d first met, but working here she’d picked up the gist of it. “Mostly all older men, coming here alone to complain about their wives and their politics. And you’re interesting because you’re not one of them. And because I’ve never seen you before.”

Subtly, Evangeline shifted to mimic the other woman’s posture, arms crossed on the bar. It made people trust you more, mimicry. “Chicago, so you’re a true midwesterner then. Me I’m from the Northeast originally, outside Boston. Though I think I’ve lost the accent, at least.” 

[darkevangeline]

julietxxhawthorne‌:

Juliet watched as the bartender began making her a drink and almost instantly, Juliet knew what it was. She snubbed her nose slightly, wishing she would have specified what she wanted to drink. But, it was too late, and she’d have to suffer the consequences of asking to be surprised. 

“And what exactly made you assume that?” Juliet asked as she took the glass and pulled it towards her. “I’m just curious on how you make your assumptions.” She added as she leaned down and took a sip of the sickly sweet drink. Juliet only liked her blood sweet, not necessarily her alcoholic beverages. 

Evangeline watched the woman take a sip of her drink, and though she didn’t outwardly react negatively, Eve got the sense she didn’t like it. Good. It served her right for coming in and being difficult. But she also thought for sure she had nailed that one, so she was a little surprised. 

"Oh I don’t know, you didn’t walk in and immediately order a beer or a whiskey on the rocks so I figured you weren’t the type for something heavy or darker,” she hummed, rinsing out the tumbler while she spoke. “Plus I saw you wipe down the bar,” she admitted. “So I guessed you might be just a little high maintenance. Hence, something sweet.”

[vanderrwaals]

#me when men compliment me

[lyriceditsdaily]

cosmic love // florence and the machine

[icedmacha]

bastille // power

[nickyhemmick]

Are you scared of the dark?” he asks me. I say, “Why would I be scared of what is part of me?

something lurks inside me, and it will make or wreck me. t.b. (via brckkers)