Blessed Be

Andrew Wilson Vincent / 21 / angel

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illegitimatelymeellie:

Pulling a face she scrunched her nose a bit. “I guess I’m lucky to have only nearly thrown a bench at a forgiving being,” she mused looking down. “Possibly, I can be what they call a wild card,” she grinned slightly.

“That’s...exciting.” Drew replied, slightly unsure. He’s sure that this wild card is a sweet person and that he just caught her at the wrong time. “Well, all the best games utilize wild cards. It keeps the players on their toes.” He attempted to compliment, implying that everyone needs someone like her in their lives. He held out his hand to shake hers, hoping she’d return the gesture.

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apennyfordyourthoughts:

“Uh– six seemed like one to little,” he blinked a bit, tilting his head to the side. Scratching the back of his neck just a bit.

“I-I meant-um...” Drew decided he probably wasn’t going to get an answer to that particular question, but he didn’t want the conversation to be over because, despite being trapped in a secluded town, he hadn’t quite made many friends yet. “Pleasure or education?” He asked. He thought that surely someone carrying that many books must be on some kind of research mission.

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illegitimatelymeellie:

Ellie stared a bit as the night sky seemed to shift and change, the clouds moving along blocking the stars and moon, she pursed her lips a bit, her face seemingly lost just a bit. Ever since she got to the small town, she was unsure of just how to deal with it. Her first thought was that her fashion company must be sick with worry, but then she realized no one really liked her, for good reason she wasn’t very likable. Still there was an ache in her heart, mostly for the feel of her sewing machine, the smell of office. She wanted it back. It was almost dull not to be in the hustle and bustle of her office. Causing fear in poor unsuspecting interns. It was dull, very dull.

Giving a small sigh she looked down. “For fuck sakes,” she muttered covering her eyes. Slowly standing with very small effort she flipped the bench sending the wood a few feet back with no look of discomfort. Of course this would be Ellie’s reaction too anything. Dramatic, a tantrum even. Though ever elegant as a human and even as a young vampire, over the years things changed ad so had she. She wasn’t afraid to go for what she wanted, more so knew how to get what she wanted as any good vampire, and that made what she did in fashion a very big threat. With that she became a terror to work with, but now it was just a lowly tantrum but a four-hundred something vampire. Giving a soft grunt as she stared at the broken bench her eyes darted up to a person, blinking a bit. “I– bollocks,” her accent thick with a British tone. “Sorry, if I nearly hit you.”

Drew was startled by the stranger’s outburst, but ultimately, he was intrigued. “Um...,” he raised an eyebrow, “n-no no it’s okay. The key word here is ‘nearly’. If you’d have actually hit me, I might be a little less forgiving,” he half-smiled. “I think the one we should really be worried about is you.” He looked down perplexed at the wood planks on the ground that once resembled a bench. 

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krystalquinn:

“Well I can make music,draw,cook and you should see my magic.”She replied with a smile.

“Magic?” Drew smirked. Obviously he knew what she meant but he couldn’t miss the opportunity to joke around with Krystal. “Should I pick a card?”

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krystalquinn:

She smiled happily before she gently ran her hand down his wing. “Wow,that is so soft,like pillows.Not like mine at all.”She said as she showed off her wings once again.

Drew laid a delicate touch on the fae’s wing, examining it carefully to find something to compare it to. “Like silk,” he considered for a moment and finally relayed his decision to her.

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marshall-chamberlain:

“Your guess is as good as mine.” Marshall said in a slightly strained sounding voice as he stood up and fixed his jacket. “If I knew why I was stuck in a magical bubble thing I wouldn’t be calling it ‘here’, would I?”

Andrew shrugged. He didn’t seemed too concerned with the fact that he appeared to be confined to one place, reminiscent of a Stephen King novel he’d once read (a review of). “I just thought that maybe somebody was keeping me out of the loop.”

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krystalquinn:

“Thank you,it’s one of my many talents.”

“How many is ‘many?’ Like...seven talents?” Andrew joked.

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krystalquinn:

“They are pretty amazing wings,I am doing my best not to touch them.”She smiled softly.

“Go ahead! I won’t bite if you do!” He laughed excitedly. Drew found himself having a good time just getting to enjoy his abilities with someone. Immortal folk often take their gifts for granted, so he likes to make sure he takes the time to appreciate the gift he’s been given.

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krystalquinn:

“Well I have heard a lot of different types of music so they tend to get stuck in my head until I can created something out of it.”

“That sounds amazing. What a true talent.”

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krystalquinn:

Krystal couldn’t help but let a small laugh escape from her lips. “Well I am glad to hear that,normal people seem to be fascinated by fae and angels quite a lot.”

“I don’t blame them, honestly,” Drew smirked playfully, “I mean look how cool these wings are!” He exclaimed, showing off again.

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apennyfordyourthoughts:

Ford’s face heated up seeing the male, swallowing thickly as he nodded giving a small noise of discomfort. Setting his books aside he moved to scratch the back of his neck. “S-Sorry, yeah good, I mean it’s good you’re good,” he nodded slowly. “Shit,” he laughed looking down just a bit. “I’m really sorry, I know I’m a good six feet but seven books really did block my vision, wasn’t smart on my part.”

“Wh-why’re you carrying seven books exactly?” Drew inquired and scratched his head as he chuckled at the impressively tall and handsome male.

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krystalquinn:

“It’s quite hard to describe,it’s a mix of rock,electronic and slightly ambient with some other things mixed in.”

“Sounds like you like to experiment with sounds.”

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krystalquinn:

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Andrew.”She smiled as she shook his hand. “I hope this doesn’t sound odd,but I’ve always found angels quite fascinating.” 

“Well you’re in luck,” Drew smiled. “I’ve also always found myself quite fascinating,” he joked.

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lydiasthemostfunagirlcanhave:

✴︎ — “ Thanks, ” Lydia grinned. “ I just wasn’t sure if it was a bother - because some people are bothered when they’re sitting peacefully and suddenly someone shoots wind or water at them. Or so I’ve been told, ” she rambled, laughing. She flipped her palm up, swirling air into a mini tornado, letting it go for a moment before flicking her fingers to stop it.

“Not a bother at all.” Andrew laughed in amusement at the girl’s tricks.

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krystalquinn:

“Oh no if it was that,I would have been quite embarrassed.”She said as she brushed her hair from her face. “Oh it was nothing bad,I was just up most of the night making music.”

“Making music? Us creative minds need to stick together. How would you describe the music you make?”

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krystalquinn:

“I think that they do,I don’t take it for granted.”She said as she got down from the tree. “I’m Krystal,pleasure to meet you.”

“Drew. Andrew. Either.” He held out a hand and offered a shake.

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krystalquinn:

“I wasn’t snoring,was I?”She asked before she moved to let him sit down next to her. “I didn’t get much sleep last night,that’s all.”

“It wasn’t like...obnoxious dad snoring,” he placed his caffeinated beverage on the table and took a seat next to her, “but you were definitely sound asleep. What’s keeping you up at night?” He asked, maybe a little too familiarly to the stranger.