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Hecate: Since the council is paying for everything while we're here, it wouldn't be wrong of me to go on a shopping spree at Sephora.
Hecate: Would it?
Freyja: I'm pretty sure it wouldn't.
Freyja: I mean, payback is always great, right?
Freyja: Plus, the council practically begged for it.
supernaturallovers·:
Eponine smiled at the brunette’s suggestions. “That’s a really good idea!” she said. “Maybe I’ll get them a virtual pet and tell them they have to keep it alive for a certain amount of time before I get them a real one.” And, if Eponine’s own childhood memories were correct, those virtual pets were pretty much impossible to keep alive. “At the very least, it’ll buy me some time to think of another excuse.”
"Buying time is the main goal with children," Freyja said, chuckling softly to herself. The vampire has seen many ways of raising children through the years, but every generation seems to agree that saying no to kids is almost impossible. "Give them something they want, but not quite how they expected it." With a clear of her throat, her smile finally became genuine. "You know, back in my time, they gave us wooden swords to pass time. I had my own Viking helmet. -- It echoed a lot, however, but it was fun. Perhaps you should give it to your children. Swords and shields and helmets. Bet they would forget the puppy."
icymagic·:
“I don’t know why you think I can help you,” Marilyn found herself saying to the person in front of her. The events of the last few days had been insane and she really had been looking forward to just getting to breathe for a moment. “That’s a darker kind of magic, and anyone who knows me or my family or of us knows that we don’t go anywhere near it.”
"Dark magic," Freyja echoed, walking next to the woman. "I'm sorry, I couldn't help but hear the conversation." She could. But she chose to hear it. She had always been curious, after all. "Terrifying thing, no? Especially for light witches." Her smile, directed to the person who asked, was poisonous and wicked, and Freyja crossed her arms. "What was the question, again? Perhaps I could help. Or you could leave people -- alone. Crazy idea, right?"
icymagic·:
The walk of shame was one that Ashley knew far too well, had far too much practise with in his years as a vampire. Sure there was a killer out there somewhere but the world would always be like that and so he had gone out and found a man to spend the night with– his shirt getting destroyed in the night before’s events. Not that he really cared, making his way back to the hotel without it, smiling at the person he could see in the lobby, “Good morning.”
Perhaps lounging in the lobby was not a wise decision for someone who couldn't deal with people. But of course, despite that, Freyja leaned against one of the chairs, eating grapes as if she was in Greece. The crown might have left her head, but the queen never truly left. It's why she grimaced when she heard the words, but quickly caught herself, raising her eyes. Her smile fell halfway, and a frown formed on her face. "Had fun last night, did you, darling?"
supernaturallovers·:
“I need some advice” said Eponine. “What’s the best way to tell your kids that they can’t have a dog?” Her twins were currently going through a phase where they kept asking for a pet. And it was driving the witch nuts. “Because that’s the last responsibility I need right now.” Especially not while they were all living in the hotel.
A quirked brow, a soft click of her tongue, was all Freyja gave the women for a long moment. Children always bored her. Perhaps the fact that she couldn't raise both of hers caused her discomfort when talking about them. But she sighed, shaking her head. "Tell them they need to prove to you they are responsible enough to get a dog. You will need to think of a better excuse in a few weeks, though. --- Maybe give them a virtual pet. That could work, too."
xelegantxsavageryx:
Anastasia didn’t like the fact that she could sense magic around the women’s bathroom. It answered why no one heard someone being brutally murdered, especially vampires. On a massive cruise with supernaturals, mostly vampires who were older than a century, no one had heard a thing.
“I don’t like this. No one heard anything and we should have,” she said. It was uncharacteristic for her to be nervous or concerned, but she was unsettled and oftentimes, she was correct. She didn’t live to be a thousand by not trusting her instincts.
The news put Freyja on the edge of nerves; constantly watching her back and questioning all around her. She was a thousand years old, one doesn't live this long without doubting its own shadow. Still, she tried to keep her cool exterior, as always. For once she was not the one to blame, but Freyja wasn't fond of the idea of death.
A low chuckle escaped her lips, and she leaned against the sink, crossing her arms. "When have we ever heard something about -- something, dearest? --- How are you faring, by the way? With all of this happening. "
mobile | nye & open
Nye: There's documentaries about you?
Freyja: Oh yes. Plenty.
Freyja: All of them are wrong, however. I mean, they never ask me about my life because making them.
Text / / Demetra & Martha
Martha: Of course I want to make it work.
Martha: What did you expect of me?
Demetra: I'm not sure. I guess I didn't want to expect anything.
Demetra: Because I wanted to meet you first.
Demetra: Does that make sense?
Text / / Demetra & Martha
Martha: Oh, hello.
Martha: Uhm, I haven't been married before, no.
Martha: I guess so? It depends what you want it to be like, I think.
Martha: What do you want it to be like?
Demetra: I haven't either, to be honest.
Demetra: I'm not sure.
Demetra: I suppose I want to make it work, really.
Demetra: Do you?
Text 📱 Cierra & Freyja
Cierra: Getting them drunk is certainly an interesting idea, but if they forget it doesn't really solve my problem of feeling like I'm living a lie.
Cierra: I suppose you're right. I'm just worried about the rejection.
Freyja: Rejections are horrible, truly.
Freyja: And I understand being scared of that. But don't let your fear of rejection devour you. You say you feel like you are living a lie? Fix that. And if the rejection happens, at least you told them the truth. Which is a wonderful thing.
Text / / Thomas & Trixie
Trixie: I was going to say stereotypes are rife do you hate holy water?
Trixie: I'm kidding, I love cats. I'd have twelve if I had it my way.
Trixie: No, that's adorable. If anything I just want to spend more time around you now.
Trixie: For the kitten, of course.
Thomas: I, as a matter of fact, do hate it.
Thomas: I'm such a stereotype, it's so sad.
Thomas: I love cats as well, so very much. And I love this little one even more now since it will give me an excuse to see you more.
Thomas: But twelve cats? Isn't that too much?
mobile | nye & open
Nye: Okay, so I'm finally giving this Netflix a go.
Nye: Have you any recommendations? I'm going to need them.
Freyja: Documentaries.
Freyja: Especially if they are about me.
Text / / Thomas & Trixie
Thomas: Are you fond of cats?
Thomas: I'm sorry. I'm not asking because you are a witch.
Thomas: But I saw the cutest little kitten tonight and I adopted it.
Thomas: Will it be a problem?
Text / / Demetra & Martha
Demetra: Martha
Demetra: This is Demetra, by the way.
Demetra: But Martha, have you ever been married before?
Demetra: I haven't, to be honest.
Demetra: Do you think it will be like having a roommate?
Text 📱 Cierra & Open
Cierra: What's the best way to talk about a difficult subject with somebody?
Cierra: Should I sugarcoat it, or just be direct and get it over with?
Freyja: Get them drunk. Then spill it all out.
Freyja: Next day you blame them for not paying enough attention.
Freyja: Wait.
Freyja: Just be direct, if it's truly important. Sugarcoating makes things worse.
bittersweetshq:
This might not have been what she’d anticipated coming from their first date, Martha couldn’t deny that she found it endearing that Demetra had stepped so far out of the usual ‘first date’ box. The vampire had gone on enough dates to last her a million lifetimes, but something about this one really did draw her in. Not that was surprising, considering her current stance on her betrothed. Truth be told, the woman would do anything to make this work – to go up in the wolf’s estimations, prove herself to be someone worth being around, someone she could have fun with. “It’s definitely that, but I think…that’s not a bad thing.” She’ll assure her then, her smile bright and real and…rare, not many people got to see that look on her face, but excitement was well and truly surrounding her. “So, uh – how do you want me, then?” The question’s asked eagerly, as she rolls her shoulders back. If she had a working heart it’d be beating wildly right now, she felt as though it was happening – phantom heartbeats was something she wasn’t used to at all.
Glancing up to see the vampire's smile had Demetra's heart skipping a beat, and her own face broke into a bright smile, despite the flush of embarrassment rising to her cheeks. She wanted badly for this to work, to prove Martha she was worthy and to have fun with the vampire. They were betrothed, and Demetra wasn't fond of the idea of a rocky marriage. "I'm glad you think so. I've never been good with dates," the wolf admits, grabbing a brush and mixing her paints. Locking a strand of hair behind her ear, Demetra smiles, motioning to the bed with a hand. "You can be in whatever pose you wish for. It will look beautiful, no matter what." Adjusting her canvas again, she chuckles softly to herself. "Martha? Thank you for doing this. It really means a lot to me." Glancing up, she bit her lip, a glint of mischief in her eyes. "And who knows, maybe if this works out, I can give you a kiss when we are done." Her words are soft and warm, and she smiles at Martha, licking her lips. "Are we ready to start?"
bittersweetshq:
Trixie couldn’t remember the last time she’d been on a date. The more she thought about it, the less she believed she’d really been on one at all - at least not any that she counted. This counted immediately, the witch knew that to be fact. After all, they knew the outcome of what was to come for them, which she wasn’t sure comforted her or nerved her more. Thomas seemed like someone whom she could get on with, though. She sort of enjoyed the way they met being so abnormal and spontaneous. That ice had been well and truly demolished and at least she knew he could understand her ludicrous humour to a certain extent. That was important to the witch. “You are?” She starts with when she opens the door, before forcing her shoulders down…appearing defeated, “what a shame.” She began to tease, but her smile lightened up her features quickly enough. “And…call me Trixie, Beatrix makes me sound…so old, which I – I gather isn’t actually a problem, here.”
The witch's words instantly soothe his nerves, and Thomas chuckled, his defenses dropping down quickly. This was to be his wife, the woman he would care for and bring happiness -- If destiny allows -- But somehow, something inside him assured him he had no reason to fear Trixie. No reason to fear what he was feeling. "Disappointed, are you?" the man jokes back, a genuine smile on his face. A chuckle escapes his lips again, and he shakes his head, looking at his fiancée. "Please, love. I'm hundreds of years old. It isn't truly a problem here -- Is it? I know some women wouldn't like to be courted by a vampire, but I hope this doesn't bother you." Clearing his throat, the man chuckles again, presenting to the bouquet to Trixie. "These are for you. I'm wasn't sure which flowers you liked best, so I got you a mix of a few." In all honesty, Thomas didn't know much about flowers. He was sure, there was a time he did. But now, he can't remember which flowers are for romance -- or which are for a foe. He asked around, of course, but it wasn't enough to decide which he should get for Trixie. "So, are you ready for our picnic, love?"