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@flowersandfelicity
“I’m fairly drunk and -hiccup- they won’t give me anything more.” Felicity said glumly, looking down at her empty glass with a deflated expression.
“Of course they won’t,” Gabriel managed smoothly, wrinkling his nose slightly at the redhead. “You’re acting like an absolute fool.”
“I am not -hic- a fool,” Felicity turned, her cheeks puffed out slightly. “You’re so unfriendly.”
– ☾ The woodland isn’t the best place to practice her magic, per say, but it is the most natural and no matter what kind of source she’s pulling from it’ll be the strongest. Thus, she’s found herself in the middle of a meadow clearing as flames rage in front of her and knees press into the soft soil beneath her. “I wouldn’t stare for too long,” Words break as she’s made aware of someone stepping into the clearing.
“O-oh! I’m sorry,” Felicity said quickly, casting her eyes downward just as fast. She hadn’t meant to spy on the witch but there were fairly few that would give her the time of day, and well...the redhead often got curious of the strange magic they possessed. “I was walking and saw you make the fire, and I-I...I was curious.”
{❀} / Bene
“I can’t believe I am actually saying this but, whose body am I in?”
"You appear to be that cocky werewolf, and I'm...I'm the fish doctor!"
“I’m not complaining, but shit, it was stupid to let everyone out of the cells in all this. They really make things too hard for themselves here.”
"Would you please care to explain why you look like me? But most importantly what you've done that everybody will think I did?"
gg_parker: Birthday present. ✒️
Martha’s lips curled into a smile of satisfaction as she watched the impudent human cower on the floor, her red locks in disarray, blood dripping down her cheek where the broken pot had cut her. It had only taken a small taste of her power to reduce the defiant woman to such a state, and she was confident the redhead would be too frightened to resist any further.
She was shocked, the smile vanishing from her face, when the woman got to her feet and began to insult her even more fiercely than before. She couldn’t believe this human would be stupid enough to continue to defy her, after what had just happened. “You stubborn fool!” she shouted, sending several heavy bags of compost flying towards her, knocking the redhead off her feet and sending her flying back against the wall.
“I could end your miserable existence right here!” she exclaimed, stepping forwards to where the woman lay. She didn’t have any real intention of killing the redhead, but it would be easy enough, if she had the resolve to. There was nothing the weak human could possibly do to stop her. Standing over her, she dealt a sharp kick to her ribs. “Now do as I ordered. Don’t make me tell you again” she declared through gritted teeth, glaring down menacingly at the human.
“I’m the stubborn fool?” Felicity shouted, lifting a hand to wipe the blood away from her cheek. Red smeared across her pale skin, making her look almost…odd. There were very few times Felicity Shaw had ever been anywhere near blood. She could count on one hand the number she’d even seen it on herself. “If you haven’t noticed, you’re the one crashing about because I won’t-”
All the air left her lungs in a whoosh of air. Before she could even process she’d hit the wall, she was back on the ground. Her head cracked against the tile floor of the store, sending black spots dancing in her vision. Everything seemed to dull for a moment; she was aware she had hit the floor, but the pain in the skull was yet to be felt. Felicity knew the store would be in shambles if this woman didn’t stop storming around and wrecking everything in her path over a simple herb and an ego the size of the Atlantic. Her store that she’d worked tirelessly on…yet she couldn’t let her get the last word.
She let out a sharp noise as she received a blow to the rib. She had to bite her lip to keep in a scream of pain, but barely managed as an agonized sound tore itself out of her throat. She sucked in a labored breath, but strangely enough, something like a laugh soon followed. “M-miserable? Far from,” She wheezed, rolling onto her back as she struggled to retain her breath. “Or-order me as y-you will-” She had to pause, her eyes locking on Martha’s. “-b-but I’m not your d-daddy, wh-which means I'm not going to bend to your every whim!”
The next thing she did was probably stupid, but it felt amazing. With a tight scream and a quick movement, the human's hand shot out to lock onto the girls ankle. She tugged, hard, and then pushed, causing the witch to loose her balance and crash to the ground next to her. Reaching the other way, she fumbled for a hand shovel, gripping it so tightly her knuckles turned white as she yelled as loudly as she could an audible "Help!" and swung the gardening tool at Martha's face.
Felicity didn’t even bother to sit down. Instead, she walked into the room, up to the table, and quickly places down a stack of money and crumpled bills, change clattering onto the wooden surface. Taking a deep breath, she began pacing around the table, her words seeming to rush out all at once, as they tended to do when she was a nervous wreck. “Kade. We have to get K-kade out, and I can’t do it o-on my own. He’s stuck in t-the cells again and he just doesn’t d-deserve it! I mean, he has his moments, I-I know the two of you haven’t been on proper terms since Cordelia came along, but he was just following the r-rules! I’m sure he didn’t mean anything by it, he was p-probably just frightened. I nearly have half of the price, so if you could just- just-” She sucked in a deep breath, her next words coming out even faster than her previous ramblings. “WillyoupleaseclaimhimbecauseIcan'tdoitonmyownandIdon'tknowwhoelsetoask?”
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Elijah almost moved back when the girl trudged over to the table, dropping down a pile of junk. After a moment, he realized it was change and.. crumbled dollars? Nothing was adding up and he looked up at her, awaiting an explanation. Once the words spilled from her lips, Elijah felt an array of different emotions; confusion, anger, pity, and even sadness. The last.. barely coherent question had him standing up and grabbing Felicity by the wrist, pulling her towards a chair. She seemed more torn up about this than even Kade was. “First of all, how do you know anything about Kade and I?” He cleared his throat, choosing his words carefully. “Secondly, I want you to take all of this money back and.. put it in your piggy bank or.. wherever it came from.” He didn’t mean for his words to sound harsh but they did nonetheless.
“And thirdly, Do you truly think I’m the type of person to claim someone for the benefit of someone else? If I claim Kade, he’s mine and mine only. I don’t know if you just… feel sorry for him or if you two have history but.. there’s no way in hell I’d claim him just because you can’t. I’m actually possibly planning to claim him, if he wants me too, but it’s for me. That’s how this island works, little red.”
Felicity nearly jumped out of her skin as Elijah’s grip latched onto her wrist. She knew he was a decently kind person, but she could only assume he wouldn’t do anything to harm her. Then again, she could only assume so much. “W-well Kade has talked about you before, he works for me so you’ve j-just come up in conversation before. A-and obviously if you’re asking that question t-there’s definitely something b-between you two, and I-I’m not implying that’s a bad thing!” Felicity said quickly, letting the man push her into a chair at the table, despite that she wanted to continue pacing. It helped clear her thoughts.
She swallowed hard and looked back up at the warlock, trying to keep her voice even. “I think you’re the type of person who claims someone for someone else’s benefit. Not my benefit, but Kade’s. You know as well as I do he doesn’t deserve to rot away in there like that.” She slammed her hands down on the table, much like she had the first time they met. “Kade is my friend, and he means something to you as well. I can see it in your eyes. Stop treating me as if I don’t know how a claim works; I don’t care if he’s yours. I don’t want to own him. I want him to be happy. He’ll find a way to be happy with you. If you won’t take my money -which is quite a sizable amount, thank you- to use it to claim him, then claim him and consider it a bribe to allow him to continue to work in my store.” She took a deep breath. She’d been watching out for him the moment he’d burst into her store, she wasn’t stopping now. “Please.”
Lee huffed and looked at the bartender in annoyance. “This is your drunken menace?” she said. She rolled her eyes, but she was there and she might as well do her job. “Come on,” she said to Felicity. “Let me take you home, I think your night here is over.”
“Wha-?” Felicity looked up, blinking at Lee. “Menace? He’s calling me a menace?” Quickly, she turned to the bar tender, looking quite offended. “You’re calling me a -hiccup- menace? I thought we we’re friends.” With a purse in her lips, she lazily let her gaze travel back to the head guard. “Oh, don’t be silly. My flat is in the square, I can walk. I’m a very mature grown up. See? I can stand.” With that, she stood, waving her hand in example.
“They’re only looking out for you, sunshine. It’s not wise for an innocent little thing like you to get so drunk in a place like this…” she smirked. “Somebody might… take advantage of you….” she grinned, running a finger up the creamy skin of the girl’s arm.
“The big man behind the counter he’d watch out for me, but I didn’t know that meant he’d stop letting me drink.” She grumbled, her hazy gaze sidling over to the woman. “What kind of bar -hic- doesn’t let you drink? And I-Ah! D-don’t do that! I’m extremely ticklish!” Felicity practically squeaked, shooing the witch’s hand off of her arm with a puff of her cheeks.
“Maybe that’s for the best? I mean, it doesn’t look like you could take much more and still—maintain the ability to walk your way out of here… You okay?”
“The best? I’ve just discovered they make -hic- whip cream flavored vodka. That’s the best. Definitely worth loosing my ability to walk. But they won’t give me more! It’s rude.” She declared with something of a giggle, and then hummed, ignoring his question.
“I’m fairly drunk and -hiccup- they won’t give me anything more.” Felicity said glumly, looking down at her empty glass with a deflated expression.
“Did you expect something different?” he asked, turning to eye the red-head. His face remained impassive, eyes sweeping over her in one glance like he could read everything about her in just that one look. Whatever decision he came to, he kept to himself. “I won’t approve your plans until I see them. You’ll schedule a time to show them to me, that’s how I do business. Planned, not on a whim.”
“N-no, i wasn’t expecting anyone, to tell you the truth.” Well, isn’t he pleasant, Felicity thought. She retracted the folder against her chest, quickly tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she cleared her throat. “I’d be happy to schedule a meeting with you, b-but there really isn’t any need. It would really only take you a moment or two. They’ve been planned for quite a-a long time, they’re far from a simple whim.”
… by BaxiaArt
“So this is my manor,” Liam walked slowly in the halls, surveying the vampire manor as he got acclimated to his new role here. “Interesting.”
"You’re the new manor h-head?” Felicity asked, feeling a bit exasperated. When she realized the tone she’d used, she quickly straightened up, her eyes widening. “A-ah, sorry, Sir, I’ve j-just been trying to find out w-who is in charge since the old one left, your roses are wilting and your magnolia trees look dreadfully s-sad and-” She held up a folder, swallowing. “I’ve had plans drawn up for weeks and I c-can’t do anything until the Head approves.”
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“If I tell you to leave <i>my</i> store, you will leave, due to the fact that I <i>am</i> your equal on this island. Even you aren’t s-stupid enough to go against the law of a place like this, knowing the risks.” Felicity kept her gaze forward, her crystal eyes narrowing even further. She would stand her ground, because though she wouldn’t say it out loud, the new cove witch was a bitch. Plain and simple. “Do I need to tell you again?” Felicity snapped, her face hardening. She wouldn’t hesitate to call someone if she needed to. Felicity might not have been able to physically defend herself from the woman’s threats, but she sure as hell wasn’t going to go down without a fight. “The store is closed. You’ll need to find another place to find your herbs. Leave.”
Originally posted by daisyjridley
Martha couldn’t believe that this pathetic human was still resisting her, still trying to order her around. She would have found this absurd situation highly amusing, had any of the masters been in her place, but being on the receiving end of the woman’s insolence was extremely aggravating. “I will not take orders from the likes of you” she declared angrily, her menacing gaze locked intently on the woman. The plant pots around her began to shake as she clenched her fists in frustration, several of them tipping over as the vibration intensified, before they began to shatter loudly one by one, leaving the floor coated in broken shards and compost. “Give me what I want, now!” she commanded fiercely, sending several terracotta pots flying through the air in the human’s direction, to smash against the wall beside her, the soil spraying out in wide plumes.
Felicity’s first and only thought was hit the deck! The human ducked behind her countertop as quickly as she could, but not before she heard the pots shatter against the wall where she’d just been standing, following by a sharp sting on her cheek. Her red hair splayed around her shoulders, falling loose from the braid she normally kept it in. She lifted her hand to where it hurt, her crystal eyes wide with shock. When she pulled it away, red dripped from her fingers. One of the shards had cut her across the face, and if she was correct, it was in more places than one.
“God!” She yelled, staying low to the ground. Felicity should really have been scared in this situation, but she found something humorous about the whole thing. “You realize you sound like you are five?” She shouted at the witch as she pushed to her feet. “You act like it too! I’m not going to give you what you want, so get out!” Felicity knew she was being risky by ordering the witch again, but what else was she supposed to do? She had no powers, she had no way to get help.
