there's no lie in her fire

Elise Castillo. Thirty-Six. Full time prof. Part time bartender. Give me a shot of vodka and I'm all yours.

[eliseecastillo]

November Air | Elise and Open

[eliseecastillo]

the-baddest-kitty:

Lia had heard about what had happened at the academy last night and had held herself as if she didn’t care. The truth was that she was a bit uneasy. Lia was confident in her ability and age to hold off a couple of measly hunters– same as Natasa– but it was the unknown that frightened her. Who were they? Were they walking among them? Did Lia give one a lap dance last night? She didn’t know and that was the most intimidating part. With the whole town going crazy over it, she needed to get away.·

In the cool air of November in Maine, the most serene place to collect her thoughts was the beach. Being a vampire, the cold didn’t affect her whatsoever. She was just grateful for the solitude. Taking another drag of her cigarette, Laelia blew the smoke up towards the sky, breathing the brisk fall air in through her nostrils. She didn’t need to breathe at all, nor were the cigarettes a danger to someone like her, but she often found she enjoyed the scents and smells of the world around her. Especially the beach.

A brunette with a beating heart joined her on the sandy dunes, seemingly not noticing the vampire off to the side. She kicked off her shoes and sat down by a log, curled up in a sort of tranquility that Lia didn’t really want to interrupt. She remained quiet and let the human have her time. Noticing a small shiver in the other woman, Lia shrugged her useless leather jacket off in a sort of silence that only vampires could grasp. “Cold?” The English girl purred, tossing the jacket a few feet over, beside the Latina, while also making her presence known finally.

Elise didn’t enjoy the cold weather, not one bit. She had never been the kind of woman to purposely go out into the cold, however for some reason today she couldn’t feel the difference in temperature, maybe her body was still in shock to what she has seen earlier that day or maybe she had just been out on the beach side for long enough that she had grown immune, even with how highly unlikely that sounded. 

The Latina could feel her eyes growing deeper into the darkness that she felt while they were closed, nearly able to allow herself to drift off even, though Elise liked to be somewhat aware of her surroundings and if she allowed herself to fall into a sleep then she would become more vulnerable to whomever decided to pop in than she already was. As soon as the dark haired woman came to communications with her overly relaxed mind, it clued into her senses just how cold she had been all along. She brought her knees closer into her body, hugging them tighter as she kept her brown eyes closed and hidden from the world. Until she felt the thud of something landing beside her.

Her brown eyes opened slowly, the voice spoken was one familiar to her. She looked over to Lia, the two had interacted multiple times now. Elise took the leather jacket in her hand and placed it on her legs, covering them. “Freezing!” she replied with a soft, however mildly intense tone. “Thanks blondie” Elise smiled small up to the Vampire, noticing the smoke between her fingers, a cigarette would be incredibly soothing right now, jealous of Lia in a way for having one with her. Elise met her eyes with the other woman’s “Mind if I have a drag?”

[eliseecastillo]

November Air | Elise and Open

[eliseecastillo]

bootleggingsmartass:

Vinny had grown a deep appreciation of cloudy days in the past few decades that he never had when he was alive. They allowed him to come out just a bit earlier than he normally could, and savor a bit of time at dusk. It made him feel almost alive again. Well almost. 

So he took his time walking the sandy shore, idly kicking or picking up any rock or shell of interest. He was sure his already mussy brown coat pocket would smell of the sea for weeks. But still he picked them up knowing full well he’d just dump them someplace else later. He’d missed this sort of thing, for sometime he’d been in places without a proper beach and had almost forgot then scent and the feel. 

The sight of another person on the shore almost startled him, this wasn’t exactly the sort of day people just walked about in. But still he smiled to the lovely brunette who seemed to be enjoying the area just as much as himself. “Off seasons the best huh?”

Elise’s eyes stayed shut for as long as she was able to keep them that way, she stretched out her legs along the sand in front of her and leaned her head on the long behind her back. In these moments there was absolutely nothing on her normally busy mind, it was like the sound of shore almost seemed to wash away all her overwhelming thoughts, definitely was refreshing for her. It was unknown just how long she had been sitting on that lonely beach side, longer than not - however, time went by so fast when you had no priorities to tend to. 

Her body was almost drifting, she could of fallen asleep on the cold shore line. Probably would of if it hadn’t been for the sound of a mans voice filling her ears. Elise’s big brown eyes shot open quick, there went that relaxation. Her hand now placed on her chest, she pulled her legs back in, crossing them - criss cross apple sauce. Her eyes made contact with the others “You scared the living fuck out of me” her breath was deep. Elise never had the most lady like choice of words, it had always been that day. As she calmed her startled body down she allowed herself to study the man in front of her, he had a nice smile and seemed genuine enough. “There not bad.” her voice was shallow as she shrugged, smiling ever so slightly. “I’ve never been here for an on season, so I couldn’t know the difference.” The Latina’s face was cheeky, normal for her. She reached her arm to the side and patted the ground beside her “Want to sit?” still with no idea who the man was, she probably shouldn’t have been so open to a new face - especially with what had just occurred in their town, however in these moments she was too in herself to care. 

[lawyeratwork]

[eliseecastillo]

November Air | Elise and Open

Elise had always been strong, strong minded, strong willed. However today had pushed past what she could handle. Normally, when events occurred that called for more bodies to help, the Latina was the first one there. She loved to be in charge, be the one to take the shots. Right now, nonetheless, she felt weaker than she had ever and it all came down to one thing, she was learning how to live a way of life all over again. Elise was discovering all that she was for a second time and it terrified her, as much as she would never admit such a thing out loud - it was so very true. 

After leaving her place of work, where the unfortunate mishap had been located she needed to breathe, find a place to recap and shake off the emotions she had built up inside of her. Though it was now November and the air was chilled and it was no time to be at a beach, that’s where she found herself headed. Elise closed her car door and walked down to the sand, she paused for a moment, taking her boots off and allowing her bare feet to touch the cool sand. Her eyes closed as she began to walk along, breathing in the crisp air and allowing the sound of waves crashing to fill her ears. She felt relaxation within her body, something she hadn’t been able to feel at all in the last few weeks. A small smile came across her lips as she opened her eyes, the beach looked sad, foggy, but incredibly beautiful. 

The Latina took a deep breath and sat down in the sand below her, leaning her back up against a log. Even though this beach was nothing like the city she knew so well, this was the first time in a long time she had felt she was home. 

[whiteorchidtblr]

[faye-savin]

There Will Be Blood: Faye and Open

[eliseecastillo]

faye-benoit:

When Faye had finally composed herself enough to push away from the wall, she turned to the person who had spoken to her. Her face was slightly familiar, but she couldn’t for the life of her find a name. With the woman’s question, she looked back at the bloody letters, clenching her fist over the cut on her palm to stop the bleeding. “No,” Faye said simply. “You don’t.” 

She’d seen… blood. So much blood. Heard screams and cries for mercy. Maniacal laughter and pleas for help. Faces, cold and unforgiving, had flashed through her mind. Faces of the dead and dying too. She didn’t know who’s blood it was on the wall, but they had died screaming, their life violently snuffed out by a psychopath. “You work here, right?”

Elise couldn’t begin to imagine what the blonde had seen inside her mind, the state that it left her in was an immediate indicator that whatever it was that had happened was more horrible than she herself could possibly imagine. Her eyes wondered to the other witches palm again, it was incredible what she could do just with her hands. Elise needed to gain that strength within herself, she needed to teach herself how to be more powerful, she needed to come to an acceptance that she wasn’t a human, however, even more. The Latina shook her head “I don’t think I could even begin to imagine..” she squeezed her biceps, arms still crossed. Mind wondering around ever which way, she looked back up after the blondes voice spoke again. “I do, yes” her voice shallow, still thinking about the fact that she walked through these halls every day, never preparing herself for a situation as this. “You do to?” she paused for a moment, studying the woman’s face with her dark eyes “Because for the life of me, I can’t put together where I’ve seen you before.”

[faye-savin]

There Will Be Blood: Faye and Open

[eliseecastillo]

faye-benoit:

The words on the wall were, at first glance, drawn in red paint. Hastily, and in large block letters, much like a child would. But Faye knew better. Anyone that got close enough, or that had been at the Academy when it happened knew better. The stink of copper filled her nose as she got closer, violet eyes taking in every single detail of the deliberately written word: Croatoan. The letters streaked and morphed as the blood had run down the stone wall of the hallway, but the message was clear. 

This was the work of Hunters. She would have known it even if her fellow staff members hadn’t told her so. The man on the street… the one with the bleeding arm. Faye now cursed herself for not killing him where he lay. She could have prevented this, at least in part. One less Hunter was less people dead. Less people hurt. Teachers, students… they’d even gone after the children in the daycare, though thank whoever was listening that they’d not harmed any. Faye’s jaw tightened. Eowyn could have been in there. 

Although she was just coming off maternity leave and hadn’t officially started back yet, Faye had found out about the attack not long after it had happened. She had told Chris where she was going and promptly left for the school. To say she was beyond shocked would have been an understatement. But she’d kept her composure, helping where she could until she’d come to the first bloody message. Reaching out a finger, she found it still wet. Good. A quick flick of the small knife she always carried in her pocket and a small cut opened the palm of her hand. Her own blood seeped out. She pressed it to the Hunter’s message, and within a few seconds the blood mixed with her own. Her head fell back and her eyes fell shut, lids fluttering rapidly as she watched what had happened through the eyes of the victim who’s blood smeared the wall. 

When she had seen enough, she pulled away, panting and dizzy, tears leaking down her face as she slumped against the wall. 

Elise still wasn't even remotely used to the type of life that Sanctum lived, still becoming aware of who she was - slowly but surely. To the Latina she was still just a regular woman from Brooklyn, even though every day in New York, her mind would wonder why she had the thoughts she did, there was never any attempt to look into it. All things aside, she lived a somewhat normal life in the busy city and before being contacted there was no way that her mind would of put everything together and discovered that she, the Latina from Brooklyn was a Witch. As a child her parents would never allow the young woman to talk to her grandmother, let alone figure out that she too was the same. 

So with that, what all was happening around her in these moments were enough to take the newly discovered witch’s mind and spin it around into a whirlwind of overwhelming emotions. Never the less, she was never the type to back out of a challenge, she loved to learn and figure out just what was going on around her. Even if it was all very strange and unknown to her. How was she supposed to evolve into what she truly was without stepping out of her comfort zone? 

Hands running across her shut eyes as she walked into the building that she worked in every day of her life. The feeling of intensity was immense, her brown eyes opened wide to see another woman down the hall in front of her. Elise recognized the blonde, however could not acknowledge where from. The halls were quiet, whoever came through the building weren’t playing around. As Elise came closer to the other woman, she knew that she was also the same. 

The blonde had much more ability than Elise could ever dream of, that was clear. She wished she knew as much as the woman in front of her did, but eventually she knew that it was possible. As the Latina approached, her eyes shot to the red words on the wall, her head shook, eyes closing again “Fuck” her words were soft, but had a sharp twist. As her eyes opened they relocated to the blondes hand, it clued in to Elise what she had done. “Do I want to know what you saw.” Arms crossing across her chest, she stood in front of the woman. 

[connotativewords]

I want to write love songs in between your legs, while you serenade them to me in the form of your voice gasping my name.

Connotativewords | jl | Rhythm  (via connotativewords)

[alexiabetaft]

more than a movie || elisia

[eliseecastillo]

alexiabetaft:

“Hmph,” the wold huffed, pretending to be put out. Everything was a game to Sia. She believed in living life to the fullest and basking happiness for as long as possible. Elise certainly seemed to know exactly how to keep her smile in place.

Alexia’s breath came calm and slow when they parted from their greeting. This was all she needed. It was as if all the stress from her day — both her own and her clients — melted away. Moments like this reassured the blonde that the woman before her was otherworldly as well. She embodied the most alluring sort of magic to the Libra — romance. “Don’t don’t..” Sia pulled back. “Do you know how long contouring takes?” She joked about Elise messing up her makeup with her loving touches to her face.

Her face scrunched again, pouting. Then the other woman laughed. Hands held softly to Elise’s biceps. “Problem? I don’t have a problem…except for the fact that we’re gunna be late and miss the movie if you don’t get your ass moving.” Alexia reached down and slapped the witch’s hip playfully.

Elise rolled her eyes at the werewolf, her comment was nothing unexpected to come from her mouth, Alexia was always so well put together - her beauty never failed to amaze Elise. As much as her tone showed that she was joking, the Latina knew there was an underlying seriousness somewhere in what Sia had said, she was a busy woman that is. Elise’s dark hard flipped to the side when she rubbed her own hands against her face “Not with this flawless skin I don’t” she smiled a cheeky tint towards Sia. She shook her head, making her bangs cover her eyes one again, “I’m never touching you again!” her arms were crossed against her chest now, “My hands are off limits now.”

Slowly Elise turned her back to her date, feeling a soft slap on her hip “Don’t Don’t..” the which exclaimed, making fun of what the strawberry blonde had just said to her “Do you know how long it takes to make an ass as fabulous as mine!” Sounds of sarcastic laughter filled the cold air as she walked back to her door, opening it to grab her purse and shoes. Closing it quickly after retrieving her items, locking it behind her and quickly making her way back to her beautiful company. Elise held out her hand to Sia for a moment before closing it into a fist and widening her eyes at the woman “I mean unless your hands are contoured too?” a half smile planted on her lips.

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[eliseecastillo]

Elise Castillo to be professional but is actually a giant mess

[eliseecastillo]

66, 89, 93, and 97.

66. Will your next kiss be a mistake?

If it’s with who I think it will be with, definitely not. 

89. So, the last person you kissed just happens to arrive at your door at 3AM; do you let them in?

Not before ask her why the hell she decided to show up at 3AM in the first place. Then she better make herself useful for waking me up. 

93. Have you ever kissed a Matthew?

I dated a Matthew in High School.

97. Who do you have texts from?  

My mother, a couple coworkers, this chick from the bar and Alexia.

[eliseecastillo]

27, 54, 57

27. Who was the last person you talked to before you went to bed last night?

Oh god, I don’t know. To be honest I passed out in the staff room at the bar after my shift. 

54. Do you think you can last in a relationship for 6 months and not cheat?

If it’s for the right person. They better know how to keep me amused.

57. Have you kissed someone whose name starts with a ‘J’?

Yes, actually. 

[eliseecastillo]

22. Is it cute when guys kiss you on your forehead?

Depends on the guy. But, It’s cuter when girls do it.

[eliseecastillo]

julietcavanaugh:

Though the other woman couldn’t see her as they proceeded up the stairs, a small smile tugged at Juliet’s lips. She liked it when others gave her back as good as they got, and harmless flirting was a perfectly good way to pass the time. “I would say,” she started in a drawl, “that you certainly seem to know how to put your time to good use.”

“It’s only advice for future improvement, should it prove to be necessary,” she replied primly, the smile still on her face. “I should expect that my utter lack thereof should be wholly made up by your unwavering faith in yourself.”

As she unlocked the door to the storage space and set her own box down, she laughed. “So you’re just as perceptive as you are strong.” She followed the last word up with an appraising glance at the woman’s arms. Her tone sobering, she added, “I’m only here temporarily. This room is much closer to my classroom than it is to my quarters in faculty housing, so the dean agreed to let me store a few things in here.”

She stepped out of the room, waiting until the other woman had done the same before locking the door behind her. “Thank you for your help,” she said, even if she hadn’t needed it. It was only polite, after all, and the woman was already proving to be entertaining company. “Could I perhaps repay your kindness with a coffee or a tea sometime?”

Elise tilted her head to the side, squinting her eyes at the woman. She was sassy, Elise ate it up, absolutely loved it. “And you’re just as witty as you are beautiful.” her shoulders shrugged up slightly and her tone was subtle, hard to read even, the Latina had always been known as the woman who never talked about herself. She preferred to listen to what others had to say about themselves.  Elise’s eyes widened “Oh well that’s really too bad..” her eyes glazed over the cluttered room again “Because this is sure a place to smitten someone in” her laugh was soft, she was only half joking. 

“Ah, it wasn’t a big deal.” she crossed her arms against her chest, a soft smile planted on her lips as she leaned against the wall behind her “But admit it you planned to run into a pretty little Latina and get her to help you, didn’t you?” she chuckled slightly, shaking her head to the right to get the lost stand of dark hair out of her eyes. “I love coffee, it’s the only thing that gets me through the day until I can drink wine at night!” Elise wished she was kidding, but there wasn’t a word of lie in what she had just said, her life was crazy busy especially with both her jobs and the stress that came with them. “Are you free now?” her voice filled with more optimism than it had been while the two had been conversing. 

[eliseecastillo]

If you were a stripper what song would you dance to?

Low by Flo Rida

[eliseecastillo]

31. Do you have any empty alcohol bottles hidden somewhere in your room?

They don’t usually last that long, but I may...

[eliseecastillo]

62. Is there something that happened in your past that you hate talking about?

Don’t we all have something in our past that we hate talking about?