Ask me the future and I'll tell no lie

Drake Thorne► Human► Seer Things aren't always what they seem. Look a little closer and the truth will be revealed

[jasoneash-deactivated20140408]

Quiet. Too Quiet [Open]

[jasoneash-deactivated20140408]

Hopefully it’s just that, and not dark forces conspiring to wipe out the witchy world.

[drakethorne]

Nah, it isn't that. If someone had the plan to do so, I think they would of done it already.

[jasoneash-deactivated20140408]

Quiet. Too Quiet [Open]

It’s been awfully quiet since the lights came back on. Rather strange.

Wonder if something happened

[drakethorne]

I wouldn't say strange. Many people go home for the holidays so it seems that New Orleans is quieter, I don't know.

[drakethorne]

As Drake let the bow tie slither from his fingertips and hit the floor, he couldn't help but let a word escape from his lips, one that he regretted the moment that he said it, because he knew that with that word came pain and heartbreak all over again. It didn't matter to him how long it had been, to him the pain was still new, the scars had just been cut and his heart had just been broken, and yet he still managed to get on with his life. He still managed to wake up in the morning and plaster a smile on his face, even if it was a fake one, because he knew that although he was hurting, although he could feel his heart break over and over again, living a sad life was not what his husband ould of wanted for him, not in a million years, and so he kept that smile on his face, he kept his head high and he filled himself with positivity, even if that too was fake. Maybe if he kept lying to others and himself, he would one day believe it and the lie would become the truth, it would become reality. "Merry Christmas Connor Bear"

[drakethorne]

Christmas Eve, such a beautiful time

[marcel-devereaux]

A swear was on the tip of his tongue, but remembering that there was a small child in close proximity, Marcel just angrily shoved his hands in his pockets. “Yeah. Whatever. I want to make sure it gets home.” Marcel grumbled as he easily caught up with the two. “And stop laughing at me. I know that you are laughing at me. It’s not funny. I don’t do…” He vaguely gestured to the little girl.” He sighed, trying to ignore the way the little girl was whimpering. “And i just wanted to get drunk tonight. Those were my Christmas Eve and Christmas plans.”

[drakethorne]

Drake suddenly stopped when he heard Marcel's remark, he was shocked to say the least "I wasn't laughing at you" He quickly replied before resuming his slow walk throughout the crowds of shoppers trying to get their last minute shopping done. "Where was the last place you saw them sweetie?" He asked before seeing the little girl pointing towards the wicca emporium "I'm sure they are in there" He lied before picking up the pace towards the shop. He couldn't help but sigh at Marcel's plans "I'm sure a quick detour won't scupper those precious plans Mars"

[drakethorne]

Christmas Eve, such a beautiful time

[marcel-devereaux]

Marcel glared pointedly as if that were the dumbest question he’d ever heard. Leaning down, he brought the small girl attached to his leg up to rest on his hip. He held her as if he’d doe it a million times before, but internally Marcel felt highly awkward. He couldn’t do kids. They were tiny and fragile and breakable and he knew that he was going to eventually make this worse. But Drake had that irritatingly nice quality about him so he had to be good with the little fuckers. “This is a child.” The brunet stated simply. “A crying child. How do I fix this? Where is the off switch?” Despite his words, his free hand was coming up to run through the girl’s hair like his mother had when he’d cry during the first year of his experiments. “What do I do with this?”

[drakethorne]

Drake couldn't help but laugh internally at the words which were escaping from Marcel's mouth. He didn't know if he was being serious or not, but of course Drake didn't want to say anything in case he was being serious and he offended him. "There is no off switch" he chuckled before walking slowly to the little child before bending down "Hey sweetheart, what's the matter?" He asked sweetly before taking a hold of her hand "Can't you find your parents?". Within a second, the little girl nodded before Drake stood up with her hand still in his. "Why don't we go and find them, come on sweetheart, I promise they are around here somewhere" he smiled before walking away, slowly. "You coming?"

[drakethorne]

Christmas Eve, such a beautiful time

[marcel-devereaux]

Since his meeting with Josephine, Marcel had been in uncharacteristically high spirits. He knew it was just a myth, something to ease his mind the stones that he held in pockets, but in reality a part of him knew that it was just a bunch of bullshit meant to comfort him. Still, the mix of what little holiday spirit he had and the stones had Marcel almost smiling as he walked down the street. He didn’t even mind as a child bumped into him, tears in her large brown eyes. He did, however, mind when she started to wail and clung to his leg ad repeatedly albeit slightly unintelligibly, asked for her mother. Stiffly, Marcel ran his fingers through the girl’s hair with a helpless look on his face because if there were two things he could not do it was be mean to a child and children in general. He heard a familiar voice, babbling about Christmas and beautiful times and all that other nonsense, so Marcel did the first thing he could think of. He blindly reached for that annoying familiar person and said, “Help me.”

[drakethorne]

Drake walked slowly past the shop windows, scanning them in order to make sure that they were filled with as much Christmas joy as possible. If there as one thing that Drake disliked, it was the fact that people didn't go all out for Christmas. To him, the holiday was a time of happiness, of laughter and of good memories, but this year, like the others without his husband, would be different for Drake. He was simply planned to sit in front of the television and eat his weight in whatever was in his pantry, not that this was his first plan, but it was the only option which he had and seeing as it was Christmas Eve, he wasn't about to get a better one. Within a second, he turned quickly around when he heard the voice of Marcel. He remembered it very clearly, as if their last interaction had only been a few minute ago. For a second he was still shocked about what he had done, but the second that he met the other man's eyes, he let all of that melt away. He could see the sadness in his eyes and his heart went out to him. "Hey, what is the matter Mars?" He gently said.

[drakethorne]

Christmas Eve, such a beautiful time

[shutup-anais]

Wow, that’s… you make a good point. I dunno, I’m more of the “glass is half empty” type. Most magical things are squashed these days, so I guess you’re right;

It’s nice to see something.. nice.

[drakethorne]

I mean no offense in what I am about to say but those people suck. If you are going to see things like that, you are going to see everything as bad, even the good things. I mean I was like that once, never seeing the good, only the bad in everything I did, said and witnessed, but of course I overcame that and managed to transform myself into someone with a positive outlook. If you search, I a sure that you can rfind the good in most things that happen to you.

[drakethorne]

Christmas Eve, such a beautiful time

[shutup-anais]

I can’t tell if you’re genuinely mystified by the Christmas Spirit or if you’re making a pun.

[drakethorne]

I wouldn't call it mystified, just amazed that the Christmas spirit is still alive. I wold of thought that with the amount of darkness in this world, something so magical would of been squashed.

[holly-winfield]

"Yes, my dear friend. Snow is unlikely where we are. Though, I do miss it just a tad… I wonder if I… No, no. That won’t work."

[drakethorne]

Oh of course. Snow is always something which most people miss when you haven't got it. It is going to feel not having any this year but I am sure I will get over it. What, what wouldn't work?

[drakethorne]

Christmas Eve, such a beautiful time

All the shop windows filled with Christmas decorations and watching the children's eyes as they walk past it. There is something magical about all of that.  

[dragonwitch-blog1]

Does anyone mind being a guinea pig?

I am trying to cook.. And i didn’t burn it this time!

[drakethorne]

I take it by the tone in your voice that you have in fact burnt past attempts. Well you know what they say, you have to make way for the burnt to finally see the beauty in the final product, or something along those lines.

[bigbrother-salvatore-deactivate]

Well, I think I speak for a vast population of residents when I say that some citizens don’t trust what they don’t understand, and I hardly want humans attacking witches out of fear - not to mention, I hardly doubt there’d be a lot less fear had the existence of witches been revealed by a mass murder, Sir. Now, I believe the blackout was caused by freezing the lines and breaking them, or Voodoo witches - the same kind of witch who caused the mass murder - are behind it. However, I could be wrong on both accounts. I wouldn’t see why any of the so-called ‘peaceful’ witches would do this, or why they would attack the entire city and not just the human district - but you have to be prepared for everything.

[drakethorne]

That is a known fact, and it applies to every country on the planet. People didn't understand people of a different race or sexuality, and so they were scared, some are still scared, but not understanding something or being scared of something gives nobody the right to stand up and lead an army into battle, nobody, because that is basically what you are doing. In my own opinion, I think that you are using the fear that humans have over witches as a tipping point and using it to your advantage. I think that you used it to gain the office and I think that you will keep using it to get whatever you ant, but of course that is just my own personal opinion, and I'm sure some of the other people here in New Orleans would have a a different opinion. Wait, how did you work that out? I mean first you said it was a frozen line and then you suddenly jumped to a witch who has killed. Far from me to say but that is quite a jump. For all anyone knows, it could be a problem at the electric company that they haven't gotten around to sorting out yet. Not everything has to do with witches.

[hadley-chance-deactivated201401]

oh.

[hadley-chance-deactivated201401]

I have a few very good reasons actually.

[drakethorne]

Would you like to talk about them? A problem shared is a problem halved and I can help you with your troubles, or at least try my best.

[hadley-chance-deactivated201401]

oh.

[hadley-chance-deactivated201401]

No, I was kind of thinking out loud. I just figured I wouldn’t be too popular around here anymore.

[drakethorne]

But I'm sure that nobody hates you. Hate is a very strong word to use about anything. Why would you think this?

[holly-winfield]

"Sometimes I wish New Orleans would just get a sprinkle of snow during the holidays… A little wouldn’t do any harm, would it?"

[drakethorne]

A little would be just beautiful, but I've been informed that we won't get any because of how far south we are, which sucks.

[bigbrother-salvatore-deactivate]

Yes, I-… [He slowly withdraws his hand and crosses them behind his back] Well, it’s not a vendetta. I’m keeping the citizens of New Orleans safe, witch and human alike.. And honestly, there’s really nothing beautiful about it.

[drakethorne]

Safe? [Drake can't help but let a small chuckle escape from his sealed lips] What makes you think that the people of New Orleans are not safe? What makes you so sure that the crime that is being committed in this city is not by the hands of witches but by the hands of normal human beings? In my own personal experiences, witches are far more safe than people that don't have magical blood running throughout their veins, although everyone's personal experiences are different. 

[bigbrother-salvatore-deactivate]

Thank you. It’s kind of my job - Mayor and all…. But I’d work to fix the power outage regardless of my job title. [He extends a hand] Elliot Devereaux, pleasure to meet you.

[drakethorne]

You're the Mayor? The one with the vendetta against witches? I must ask you, why? Why do you find something so beautiful to be so ugly?