wreak havoc

faye delilah winslowtwenty-one.new orleans local.my fire burned them out. but we will not be moved by it. your mind would never ache, when you were young. the way your heart aches now.

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originalfreyja:

“does the liquor always taste like shit in this city? or is it just tonight?” freyja spoke to the person seated beside her as she tossed the glass back onto the bar after drinking it. she had told the bartender she wanted a whiskey sour, but it appeared that he had been hired for his looks instead of his skills as what she had gotten back did not taste like what she originally ordered.

leaning against the bar, drawing her fingertip along rim of her own glass faye hummed softly in response before looking over at the slender blonde. “hmm?” she responded, a questioning tone in her voice before she continued, turning towards her fully. “no, but you need to make sure the right people make your drinks, some of them don’t know the coconut rum from the bourbon.”

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substanticl:

“Nothing really, I was just sort of enjoying your little tantrum.” Mohana probably wouldn’t have even noticed her if she hadn’t made such a mess. Usually when she was dragged on these magical treasure hunts by her aunt, she liked to let herself zone out into oblivion. When she did that it wasn’t much different from when she got her visions, but at least she did it willingly. “I’m joking, by the way…” She rolled her eyes as she looked at the scattered items. “What are you looking for anyways…”

a forced smile adored the brunette’s features when she directed her gaze towards the other girl. “how nice that you’re entertained.” she replied, and the tension in her smile seemed to seep into her voice as well. with a sigh faye made an attempt to gather up the small mess she’d made. the brunette wasn’t sure it made much of a difference, the place wasn’t organised to begin with. “it’s just a couple of things i need for something i’m working on.”

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faye browsed through the shelves of the shop, flicking through objects she had no use for in search for the one thing she was actually looking for. normally the petite brunette loved the shop and the chaotic layout of it. she’d spend hours just browsing without any intentions of buying anything at all. but now that she was looking for something specific faye could feel the frustration growing within in her. with a frustrated groan faye pushed the box away violently, items scattering on the ground drawing attention from other patrons, “what do you want?” the brunette practically snarled.

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// introductions.

okay so me first. i’m lennie & to be completely honest i feel like i should’ve thought through the me first part now. i’m a journalism student doing a couple of film courses. which basically means that i get pretentious and over-analytical about films. my favourite films are la voyage dans la lune & breakfast at tiffany’s & like solely for personal reasons the star wars prequels ( they make smile ). and i probably use the word “like” far too much.

now lets focus on the actual important part - faye.

this little lady is going to be such a fucking pest i can tell already. like wow am i going to enjoy it but at the same time i’m like chill the fuck out faye and have a relaxing bath.

she is a born and bred new orleans witch and she’s lived here her entire life. but she’s also trying to make her own life outside of the witch community? like being a witch is everything to her and she’d never want to change it. but at the same time she wants to make sure she is her own person.

guess who’s extra as fuck and far too petty for her own good? faye.

as you can probably gather then from what i just said she is pretty damn independent. and she will smack you if you try to stop her from doing something. once she actually decides that she’ll do something then that’s pretty impossible.

she’s very protective of those that she ends up being close to. for many it may seem as if she’s not. a lot of the time she’s not treating people like they’re really that important to her but they are. so even if her day-to-day interactions with others may not be the most pleasant if she considers you important she’d raise hell to ensure your safety.

if you want to find out more there's currently some statistics right here.

i’d love to plot so if you’re interested, hit me up!

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