tempest.

echo voltaire. even when I threatened to have her tongue out, she reminded me.

[echoagainst]

where; near the orchestra pit with; open

jude. even a mask could not disguise the reeking foul stench of her father. echo bristled. when it came to flight or fight, she was far more predator than prey. as was he. "he should have stayed dead." she whispered and prepared to launch herself at the viciously charming man. she was, unfortunately, her father's daughter.

[echoagainst]

weighted.

[xavecamour]

✿ - echo & dawlish, echo & danika, echo & odette, echo & doris

Dawlish

✿ [ future ] Dawlish has two tattoos on his chest to represent Echo. Their relationship is largely under wraps, for one reason or another, so having those close to his heart is how he keeps her with him.

✿ [ future ] Dawlish had never been in the ocean, before Echo took him. Leisure activities, even as a child, had never seemed important before.

Danika

✿ Danika enjoys dancing with Echo. They're different styles, but they compliment each other well and Danika finds herself more confident in her presence.

✿ When Danika's ex broke up with her and essentially fled the country, Echo was the one to metaphorically slap Danika, tell her that they didn't get to make her cry and to pick herself back up.

Odette

✿ Echo was the first person that Odette ever confided in about her origins, including her mother's death when she was giving birth and the mystery surrounding her father's identity.

✿ Odette and Echo go out to the ocean together regularly, and Echo reignited Odette's love of swimming and enjoying the environment around her, that her 'act' had sucked away.

Doris

✿ Echo is one of a handful of bartenders that, after she acquired Eclipse, she kept on. Doris trusted her and enjoyed her company enough that she knew she could count on Echo to show up, do the work and not act in the same way some of their colleagues had.

✿ Doris likes dressing up with Echo. She always says "the girls' got taste" and will take her opinion sometimes even over Reggie or Gil, who've known her longer.

[ @echoagainst ]

[echoagainst]

xavecamour​

dawlish did not frequent sinner’s den often, and rarely for his own amusement. however, an informant of his liked to spend his time and every last sickle in secluded corners of the den, watching pretty girls that he could never dream of spending time with if he did not pay for them and so, that evening he had found himself in a dark corner with a glass in his hand and a wry smile on his lips. every auror had their informants. though some claimed to be above such dealings, dawlish knew there was more value to be had in using certain criminals for than throwing them behind into a cell in azkaban. with this particular informant, he had paid for two dances and a round of drinks, before pressing his need for information, lest their relationship be called into question. luckily, valuable information had been provided.

once their exchange had ended, dawlish paid the woman who had caught his informants eye to keep the man entertained for the rest of the evening and left the table. moving back through the den with a now more satisfied smile tugging at his lips, he rounded a corner with the intention of heading back to his office. his intention was lost however, when he found himself pausing in his step. unsure though he was whether it had been her image or his name slipping passed her lips that had caused his attention to shift, he found himself momentarily stunned. “in a manner of speaking.” he reached for the same ledge, eyes drifting along her exquisite figure; from her long toned legs, and the dip of her naval, to the way her hand covered her breasts just hidden from sight and sultry look in her eye. “you’re looking good, echo.” dawlish surprised himself. the words had shot from his mouth without much thought and he cleared his throat. “I assume there has been no more bother since our last encounter?”

-

whether it be a gift from her mother’s primal senses, or the traumatic remnants left by the bouts of her father’s rage, echo always knew when someone was watching her. dawlish’s eyes lingered. “what manner’s that?” she asked. there was something interesting about the idea of an auror doing his work here of all places. it caught a wry wave of humor. both corners of her mouth pulled upward and her eyes narrowed in amusement which certainly exaggerated the already serpentine features of her face.

echo leaned further forward until she could whisper next to his ear. “want to look more?” then straightened up enough to turn in a slow circle that caught the leering attention of several others sitting in attendance. she sank down to her knees on the edge of the stage so that she was about face to face with him. her chin pulled towards some of those particularly unfriendly faces in the crowd. did he think threatening one creep would make the world a friendlier place? had he forgotten where the hell they were? it was almost enough to laugh. “why assume that?”

[kieraknightley]

[echoagainst]

where; sinner’s den with; @xavecamour​ | dawlish

the den was always loud. from open to close, there remained hushed discussions in every corner or rowdy patrons hooting and hollering near the stage, the clinking and clanking of glasses going in and out of the bar, and the thumping of music pumped through the venue barely allowed for the occasional introductions for who was due on the main stage, which echo rarely was. unless one of the girls didn’t show or there was some sort of specific request, she hung to the edge of the crowd and the stages in the hidden in the wings when she wasn’t serving drinks. echo wasn’t the acrobat that some of the girls were, and dani knew she was better at dealing with the dirtbag clients in the dark anyway.

tonight she was on the stage furthest from the entrance. one hand held tight around the sturdy silver toned pole that she stepped around while the other pulled loose the last knot holding her top to her chest. the fabric fell away, but that hand remained teasingly covering herself when she noticed a familiar man from eclipse rounding the corner. “dawlish.” she recalled the name quickly. despite how quiet her voice was in the noise, echo seemed certain he was paying attention. she stepped away from the pole, letting another girl take the spot as she moved closer to the ledge. “working again?”

[martymcphly]

[echoagainst]

xavecamour​

dawlish looked between the woman standing in front of him and the man he had previously spoken with, still sulking off to the side and glaring darkly at the venomous gesture being sent in his direction. as he had been making his way to eclipse, he had been thinking only of how to screw with moody and his little informant and nothing about the crime he had been sent to investigate. “he can.” dawlish assured her gravely, threading his fingers together as he leaned against the bar. “you don’t need to use magic to assault someone, echo.” even as he spoke the words, he sucked his tongue against his teeth, his mind jumping into problem solving mode. “I’ll be back.”

dawlish placed his half drank glass of whiskey on the bar top and pushed away, heading back towards the ‘victim’. he didn’t linger on any possible reason for his change of heart, or desire to help the woman rather than cause further problems for moody later. though admittedly, his methods would likely piss the other man off a little. instead he walked up to the man and after some gentle persuasion, steered him out the door and back up the steps that led patrons in and out of the speakeasy. no-one could see them together, or hear the words that came out of his mouth, before he shoved the man back down the stairs.

he counted to two in his head before running down the stairs after him, and crouched by him laying in the doorway to eclipse, with an impressive display of concern plastered across his face, and sympathy threaded in his tone. “man, you are all sorts of clumsy tonight. perhaps you’ve had one too many; maybe call it a night. would you escort this gentleman out?” he asked, turning to a security guard whose lips twitched and answered that he would be delighted. dawlish’s briefly met the eyes of the owner, who looked torn between disapproval and satisfaction, before he made his way back to the bar and picked up his glass. he downed the rest of the liquor in his glass. echo would get a warning and the man would likely be barred from future visits.

“he had a change of heart.” 

-

“no.” she responded and finally turned her head ever so slightly in order to look up in the auror’s eyes. “I don’t.” the words should have required a toxic warning. “but no magic, no ministry jurisdiction.” it was a small loophole to exploit if, and exclusively if, they continued to be unaware of what species echo had been born. the only thing anyone would pay attention to otherwise were how many x’s of danger she was classified as by some nitwit scholar or bureaucrat which ignored the far more dangerous genealogy; the human half.

her brows twitched up in surprise as dawlish excused himself. echo glanced over to doris, communicating her confusion in silence. where was the usual moody one? how had this guy gotten here instead? what was he going to do? charge her with something? how much trouble was she in here? the owner of the club didn’t look worried so much as irritated and expectant of something. echo topped off the rest of his glass with whiskey and absent-mindedly returned to cleaning up the bar top until the sound of crashing and several thuds resonated from the stairwell.

echo paid attention to him now. he returned to the bar, picked up his drink, and finished it all off while she watched in quiet intrigue. there did not appear to be a single drop of remorse in his demeanor, though. what was to be made of that? was she off the hook? why? “did he?” before he could turn and go to leave, echo reached out and caught his sleeve between her thumb and forefinger. “thank you.” she whispered.

[ladiesblr]

[echoagainst]

@xavecamour​ @xkilljxy​

[echoagainst]

xkilljxy​

“Well, it doesn’t have to be birthday, it could be anything, really. They just kind of make you forget… well, everything. Anything. But birthdays seem to be one of the things that show up most often. Like… like it’ll start with the birthday, but other little things go, too. Like when they last ate, showered, etcetra.” Her hands flew about wildly while she explained, the copies of the Quibbler forgotten and dropped at her feet, scattering much like her thoughts. “They don’t do it to be mean, though! Don’t get me wrong, it’s not a nice thing, to take someone’s birthday away, but they just need a warm place to live. Brains are warm.”

-

this lady meandered a bit with her thoughts. although, she seemed to be able to talk in depth about these warm brain bugs, and there was a genuine passion in what she was saying that felt interesting. echo nodded at the dropped papers now flying away. “you shouldn’t litter.” she suggested firmly. echo was a firm naturalist. however, this creature sounded more like a story they told children to encourage them to stay away from dangerous places, but then again... echo was one of those stories too. “what are they called?” she asked.

[kate-bridgerton]

[echoagainst]

xavecamour​

dawlish had found it almost amusing to take up a case so clearly meant for moody, a man for whom he had no love for and was equally detested by, but landing himself in the middle of what could only be described as a domestic that shouldn’t have involved law enforcement. he hadn’t needed to speak to a single soul in the bar before deducing what had happened, and with every passing second, he came to the conclusion that he had been right. “no,” he repeated. dawlish was used to curt, clipped tones and defensive posture. he was an auror, and despite his badge and promise to protect the citizens of the wizarding world, he knew that past mistakes by his department had sown deep distrust within the community. nodding once, he tried not to take the fact that she would not look him in the eye personally. “I see”.

dark, unreadable eyes dipped towards her hand, held out expectantly to him, but he took his time. pouring himself a drink which he would not take a swig of until the conversation was finished, he carefully placed the bottle back into the rack. fingers tapping briefly along the bar, he placed his hand in his pocket and rummaged exaggeratedly for change he knew already existed there. “how were you provoked?” finally, he drew two galleons out from his pocket. placing one hand underneath hers as though he meant to trap it, he used the other to place the coins on her palm. an unexpected surge of heat shot through him as his fingers grazed her palm and he withdrew his hand with more speed than necessary. that same heat flickered in his eyes for a moment, before disappearing as though it had never been there in the first place. “look, echo, he wants to press charges. I would like to… persuade him otherwise, but I need something more than ‘I was provoked’.”

-

if looks could kill, this scene could have swiftly become a murder trial. echo turned the hand that had been expectantly lifted to point a finger with venom at the ‘victim’ then silently, but clearly, signed an expletive at him. “he harassed the woman who signs my paycheck. that provokes me.” doris was really closer to a friend, one of the few that echo had and liked, but that was no one else’s business. especially not the government’s, but typically they dealt with the other auror. the one who knew not to get too close to her, and asked everyone else questions instead. not this.

dawlish almost took her hand, and echo visibly bristled. she tensed like a defensive stray. it was shocking she didn’t outright hiss. “he can’t.” she said with no hesitation. “can he?” after the surprise of that interaction, echo ripped her hand back and tucked it and the coins away in the pocket of the apron tied around her waist. “no magic used. check my wand.”

[echoagainst]

kxngdomcxme​

“Well perhaps I’m not like most men, then,” he replied, before immediately scrunching his face in distaste at his own words. “Not like that, I’m not a creep, I swear I’m only trying to help you because the place just exploded,” Bill attempted to clarify. He watched the water flow up her arms, his mouth dropping open to say something before he decided that it was probably not the best time to do so. “I think I’ll stay, thank you.”

bill opted not to comment immediately on how the water hydrated her. she could not decide if that was a good or bad sign. “I’m not really like most men either.” she said pointedly. that much, at least, was obvious. echo rolled her eyes. “I’m passing human, but they will report me to the ministry at the hospital.” she said. selkies were classified as a XXXX creature. “I can’t go.”

[nastasyafilippovnas]

[echoagainst]

@xavecamour​

[echoagainst]

xkilljxy​

“Well, I suppose it’s a bit like…. hot dogs! Some people really like mustard on their hot dogs, the majority of people, from what I understand about mustard. But then there are some who like mayo or ketchup or one very strange case of strawberry jelly. Those are alternative media.” Her grin never faltered, though her nose did wrinkle a little at her own analogy. Clever as she may be, Pandora was not a ‘like, as’ type. “I don’t write about the things that the Prophet or Witch Weekly write about. The nasty business or the boring articles about robe trends or which vaguely man shaped person is the cutest this year. You know? I prefer things like… Well, lately I’ve been fascinated by the possibility of an underground cave hosting a nest of creatures that even the most skilled magizoologists would be shocked by. Did you know that there is a creature out there who’s sole purpose it is to fly into your ear and make you forget your own birthday?” 

-

echo felt relatively certain that she didn’t like strawberry jelly on a hotdog. to be fair, she didn’t really like mustard, mayo, or ketchup either. she was more of a grilled onion or fruit kind of girl. she also wasn’t sure she understood what alternative media was any more than she had before that explanation. “okay.” she nodded. also to be fair, she didn’t read the prophet or witch weekly either, but what had been described sounded very tedious and inane. her brow furrowed. “why birthday?”

[echoagainst]

xkilljxy​

open; somewhere

“Oh! This is the edition from last month, actually, I printed a few too many copies, but you’re welcome to one, if you’d like. The next issue will be out in a week.” The stack in Pandora’s arms was probably a little more than ‘a few too many’, the stack nearly up to her chin, but the smile on her face was bright. “Would you say you’re a huge fan of alternative media?”

-

“sure.” echo said and took a single copy from the heinous stack of copies that pandora was holding. in all honesty, she didn’t read very much. paper didn’t really hold up well in the water, but it probably wouldn’t hurt to give this a try. “maybe.” she shrugged. “I don’t know what that means.”

[echoagainst]

lauredeschamps​

Laure tilted his head to the side and listened carefully to the words. They sounded very familiar, it was like hearing French through a few layers of fabric. He decided he liked it. “Creole. Je l’aime. Bonjour, Echo. Vous aussi aimez la mer ?”

–

that seemed like a bit of an understatement, but echo nodded. her mother had taught her that they were part of the sea. it was where they belonged. the water was safe for them. it was the creatures that walked upright on land that caused all the problems. echo’s experience made her agree with that. “oui. it is home."