are you okay

  You’re a child on an airplane, you fear what’s out of your control And you love New York 'cause it was somewhere else for you to go And you dyed your hair so you could look your mirror in the eyes And pretend she’s someone you don’t recognize  

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mcrdices‌:

he’s pouring coffee when she finally walks into the kitchen. “you shouldn’t bring mundanes around here.” why ben is even bothering with the attempted scolding is completely beyond him. he’s pretty sure she’s never heard a single word he’s ever said to her. not really. “most of the pack’s got a key to this place and if i gotta call a warlock to do a memory wipe on some idiot frat guy cause of you, then you’re paying the bill and warlocks ain’t cheap.” although from what he knows of their family, the rosanos probably wouldn’t have any trouble whatsoever covering the debt. is that why chiara is such a brat? ben lets out a small sound of irritation as he reaches for a box and tosses it deftly at the other wolf. “waffles. you can put ‘em in the toaster.”

she hopped up on the kitchen counter, “I don’t think that’s going to be much of a problem. I’m too enticing for them to ask questions of even notice anything out of the ordinary.” That wasn’t too far from the truth, either. All the boys she’d been on dates with had been so interested in her. She was fairly certain it was because of her accent and just being new, but she liked to think her personality was a cause as well. “If it comes to that, just call my father and he’ll take care of it,” she shrugged him off. It wasn’t like her family didn’t have the means to clean up messes. Chiara looked at the box of frozen waffles with disgust, “I will never understand why Americans are so lazy with food,” she scoffed. “This stuff is so bad for you and I can’t imagine it would taste good.” She pushed the box over to him and walked over to the fridge to gather some ingredients. “Do you want some real waffles,” she asked with a hand on her hip.

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rcdxvixen‌:

A nice night? sure, it was a nice night, but she much preferred watching what others did. Observe them. Ever since she became a vampire, there was no going back to the institute. It was just herself and the one that turned her. So coming in to Los Angeles, there were places to explore. Turning her attention to the other woman. “It is.”

Chiara had a gut feeling that there was something off about the woman next to her. Perhaps it was just because of the late hour, but something left her feeling unsettled. “Are you lost or just enjoying the moon?” She looked up at the sky and smiled at the comfort the moon and stars gave her. She could never feel alone in the world with them up there shining.

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@mcrdices

The men in America were so different from home, but there was a good selection of suitable dates in Los Angeles. Chiara had gone out with a few different boys, but this was the first time she actually brought someone back to do some not very safe for work types of things. Her plan was mostly to make Ben annoyed, but that was pretty much her plan in everything she did. She had no intent to make things easy for him. After sneaking a boy in, she had no problems with not letting him sneak out. So, in the morning she walked him to the front door, stood on her tip toes and gave him a final kiss. She smiled as she shut the door behind him and walked into the kitchen. She looked at Ben with a sly smile and simply asked, “So, what’s for breakfast.”

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rcdxvixen‌:

It was not by choice that she had come to this town, but more of a duty. She had not quite yet had given up on the Shadowhunter world. Was she an outsider now that she was a Vampire. she could be. but that didn’t mean that wasn’t aware of what exactly was happening. She walked down the street as she looked up at the night sky, whether she’d run into a victim to drink from, or maybe have a little fun. She was prepared for anything really.

Night time had always been Chiara’s most favorite time of day. She felt so alive and like she could do anything. Being in Los Angeles was not ideal, but at least it wasn’t a terrible city. There always seemed to be something or someone to do. It was however getting a bit too late, and she needed at least eight hours of sleep to function, so she decided to walk back to her new house. Not home, house. She had been the only person walking for what had seemed like forever, so the sudden sight of another person startled her a bit, “It’s a nice night, isn’t it?”

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charlie-malraux‌:

       “What – no, nothing. It’s just that when you said you were good at beer pong I actually took your word for it. But it’s okay, we can’t all be good at everything right?” Charlie teased somewhat amused by the entire situation, her attempts to suppress the laughter that built in her throat failing miserably. With tensions seemingly still high, it was a pleasant change to take a moment to forget the reality of the world. “And if my memory serves me correctly, I do believe we agreed looser buys the next round?” 

The only exposure to beer pong Chiara had was through watching American movies, which made it seem like a fairly easy game to play. However, she should have known that nothing on film is easy in real life, “I may have told a little lie. I’ve never played, but that was fun, no?” She made a sheepish grin and squinted her eyes, “Right, well, I’m not technically old enough to buy alcohol here.”