It's the element breaking us too

Freya Almeida. 31. Siren. Private investigator

[casswilscn]

Drunk on Love || Open

[freya-almeida]

casswilscn

“Oh, I’m definitely good… I just…” Cass blew out a breath, trying to get a hold of herself. “You’re beautiful. Has anyone ever told you that?” She took several moments to let her eyes wonder over the other woman, her face flushing after a moment. “Sorry, you just kind of took my breath away. Have you ever felt like you knew someone before actually meeting them? I feel like, somehow, I know you, like…” How did she tell this woman they were meant to be? That fate had put them in the same place at the same time for a reason? “Uh, oh shit. I’m sorry. God, where are my manners? My name’s Cass,” the brunette offered, extending her hand almost shyly.

“Freya.” God, she really shouldn’t have been amused but somehow she was. She may not have been a witch but she was beginning to sense some sort of spell was making the people of the bar act out of sorts. And while in some ways that could be concerning? It could also downright be entertaining. When magic caused chaos she had come to find that some of what came from it was embarrassing but made a good story later on- and a good spell definitely could amuse her greatly. “So, tell me, Cass- do you often hit on strange women at bars?” she teased as she shook the brunette’s offered hand. Maybe she shouldn’t have been teasing her given her state but in truth, she meant nothing by it. If she was trying to be mean? Cass would definitely have known it.

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wolfgangfalkowski

Maybe it was due to his weretiger genetics or perhaps it was just a personal thing, but he’d always enjoyed exercise and the satisfying rush of endorphins that came with it. As a rule of thumb, he put his own wants and needs behind those of others, but his morning run was something he let himself have. It was the quickest way to wake up and get going, especially when he’d had only a few hours of sleep, and it never failed to put him in a good mood - so he considered it a win-win.

Jogging his normal route, earbuds in place and his steady rhythm set, Wolfgang let the familiar scenery fly by with mind appreciation. He’d never gotten over how beautiful East Stroudsburg was, not even after five years of living there, and probably never would even if he took the same path every day. There was always something new to see, something interesting to contemplate as he moved past, and someone pleasant to talk to whenever he’d run into them.

Even when he’d fallen into the perfect pace, his muscles burning pleasantly and the adrenaline heightening his senses, he’d break the whole thing to say hi to a friend. It was no different that morning, Wolfie had spotted a familiar face and gradually came to a stop to exchange pleasantries, sure to catch their eye before he did so in case they were otherwise occupied.

“Hey! Long time no see, how are you?” The weretiger asked, taking a moment to catch his breath.

“Can’t complain.” Even if she wanted to, Freya was almost positive that no one would want to listen. Everyone had their own problems and their own things to deal with. And usually when they asked how you were, they really didn’t want to hear if anything was wrong. It was  just a courtesy, just them being polite. And Wolfie was nothing if not polite. Everyone who knew him even in passing knew that. Polite and friendly almost to a fault. “How about you?” the siren continued, glancing up- way up- at the weretiger she knew from around town (and his restaurant though she liked to pretend she didn’t go out much). “Doing good yourself, Wolfie? Or working too hard as usual?”

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Maybe it was a little rude bordering on downright cruel but Freya couldn’t stop the amusement that seemed into her at the knowledge that the weres in town were about to be slammed in the face with their heat. (Sometimes having a were for a sister had its advantages, like knowing when those kinds of things were on the horizon.) She wasn’t amused by the suffering of it all- she could be a bitch at times but suffering wasn’t exactly entertaining. No, she was amused because of the chaos that came beforehand and the shifts in personality when they felt their heat coming on. No were could escape it and none of them acted normal while their heat was coming up- even if the changes were extremely subtle. So what if she enjoyed sitting at the bar and watching the were citizens try to cope? A girl had to take some small pleasures living in that tiny town.

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fredettev

“I’m fine, love, just tired,” they smiled weakly, knowing full well it wasn’t the least bit convincing.

Their phone sat in front of them, the screen lighting up every so often with notifications Virgil opted to ignore - instead trying to lose themselves in the cheerful sounds of the outdoors. They’d decided to do some watercolor doodling at their favorite picnic table, the vibrant colors of springtime both inspiring and a pleasant change from the grey walls of the East Stroudsburg EMT center, but ended up with nothing but overwhelming guilt and a finished landscape that seemed too bright for their current mood.

As a general rule of thumb, the fae was almost overwhelmingly optimistic and refused to believe anything negative couldn’t be spun with a silver lining, but there was one exception to that rule- their brother. He was probably Virgil’s favorite person in the entire universe, the one person they’d willingly admit was better than them at most things, and yet he was the person they’d wronged the most. It was never on purpose, not on their part at least, but they’d practically tortured the poor guy with magic when they were kids.

The weight of their actions had never left them, which is exactly why their brother had brought it up in the first place. If anyone knew how to tear Virgil apart, it was their family.

“That was almost convincing.”

It was a lie but a lie told out of kindness? Well, Freya couldn’t really see a problem with one of those. Still, even without her background in finding out what people don’t want others to know? It would have been easy for the siren to tell that there was something off about the person in front of them. Emotional distress was pretty easy for her to pick up on by then.

“But if you don’t want to talk about it, then I’m not going to make you.” She wasn’t on the job so there was no need to push anyone for information. “But sometimes it helps to talk. Especially when the person you’re talking to isn’t a friend so they’re not biased. Just saying.”

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lucasgrangcr

lucas had parked his car a bit back, and was just walking around main street on his day off for no reason other than he hated to be at home alone. he saw some kids throwing water balloons at people, and really it wasn’t his job to tell them to stop, but they were about to wind up and throw them at someone walking by and he opened his mouth anyway, “hey! don’t throw those at people!” he called, clearly surprising their target, and causing the boys to scatter. luca shook his head, then looked back at their initial target, “sorry for yelling like that, but i didn’t think you wanted to get soaked.” he offered with a charming smile.

“Are you going to tell me, Lucas Granger, that when you were a kid you never pelting unsuspecting strangers with water balloons? Because I call bullshit. How else does a young boy keep himself occupied in a small town?” the siren teased. Freya didn’t know the particular cop all that well despite she and her sister going to the precinct a lot but she knew him by sight and by name at the very least. And if she was being honest with herself? She very rarely passed up an opportunity to tease someone. So, was it really her fault the blue-eyed werewolf had made it so easy?

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bcuntyhxnter

As a rule, Alice didn’t like bars. Too many men eager to sidled up next to her – it was the age, she knew. A woman alone in a bar after the age of forty? Spoke of desperation. Which shewasn’t.

She was married, dammit. Sure, he’d sent her papers and was being a stubborn jackass, but …

Alice refused to take off her ring.

It was the stubborn indignation in her.

“So, do they just play shitty millennial music here, or what?” she asked, chancing a glance to her right, at whatever poor schmuck had just earned her company.

“That’s our Alice- all siren charm,” Freya teased, turning her attention to the redhead sitting next to her. Over the years she and her sister had gotten to know Alice well enough- and hell, sirens weren’t that common in town s knowing someone else of your kind? It was sort of a blessing when she got right down to it.

“Trick to music you hate? Enough alcohol can make anything tolerable.” Or least that was in her experience.

Flagging down the bartender Freya motioned slightly to both herself and Alice letting them know to get them each another round.

“So, how has life been treating you?” she questioned as she glanced back at the other siren. She had heard things, of course, but Nova was always telling her to talk to people before believing what people said. Might as well hear it from Alice instead of the town.

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ambrose-russo

Solitude. That’s the one thing he couldn’t really get at home, but had a growing need for every now and then. In hindsight, he should’ve gotten a place further away from the bustle of the city. Maybe somewhere near the edge of the wilderness around, or, hell, somewhere even further. But he hadn’t. So, in order to cure the weird blues he got whenever he stayed on the streets for too long, he ventured out to get away from the concrete jungle.

There was the urge to shift and wander the grounds without shoes crept up on him the further he went. He knew the area well enough to go off the marked paths, but he didn’t stray too far. The mindless trance broke when he came upon another presence. Not even a second later and she spoke up.

“Oh, yeah- sorry. I wasn’t trying to sneak up on you or anything. Was just.. walking around.” He probably could’ve worded that a bit better, but the suddenness had caught him off guard.

“Uh-huh.”

For a handful of seconds Freya just looked at the man. There was an energy about him that was unmistakable- and one she had encountered before with several people for several different reasons- discomfort.

It wasn’t a staggering level- not enough to knock her senses around or anything. But the discomfort was there. With himself? With her? With the situation? With something else entirely that she would have no way of guessing? Whatever it was causing that energy was beyond her comprehension- or least beyond what she could possibly figure out without digging too deeply. But it was there and as unmistakable as the energy around him that let her know he wasn’t human. Not surprising in that town. What he was she couldn’t say but he wasn’t human, that she was sure of. Not that she was going to bring that up.

“Might want to be careful then,” she advised easily, her shoulders rising and falling slightly in a small shrug. “Not everyone gives a warning when they sense someone around. Especially around here.”

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noahflint

noah found that running cleared his mind, whether he was on two legs or four. after dinner with his parents, who he loved more than anything in the world but grew tired of easily when they told him he couldn’t find his soulmate working at the hospital every hour of the day, he found that going for a run was well needed. he stopped to fix his shoe when he heard someone calling, and chuckled a bit as he stood and poked out from the brush, “and if i wasn’t sneaking up on you?” questioned he.

“Then I would say that being that quiet isn’t the best method to convince people of that you’re not sneaking.” In that town? With what some of the citizens were? Sneaking around- even accidentally- was ill-advised. Because while many of the residents were nice people? There were still those that were pretty dangerous- and pretty aggressive people. She had encountered several supernatural beings in her life that used violence as easily as they shook hands. And while most other supernatural beings had their own built in defenses to protect themselves? There was always someone out there stronger, faster, more deadly. Always.

[casswilscn]

Drunk on Love || Open

[freya-almeida]

casswilscn

“Hi,” Cass started again, staring dreamily at the other woman. It was as though everything else faded away, nothing but background noise, all of her attention focused on the goddess in front of her. How had Cass never seen her around town before? Was she new here? Some small part of her mind wondered what Owen would think of her feelings, but at the same time she justknew he would understand. Besides, none of that mattered at the moment. “It’s definitely better now that you’re here. Can I buy you a drink? A snack? Anything at all….?” She let her question trail off, eyebrows rising enticingly.

“I’m good.” Freya arched an eyebrow watching the woman. What was going on at that bar that night? There was too much strange stuff happening that night for it all to be coincidental but at the same time? She couldn’t tell what exactly it was that was happening. Magical creature though she may have been was no witch. So telling what it was that was happening? Not in her wheelhouse, not by a longshot. She would just have to hope that whatever it was that was going on would get corrected and that no permanent damage would be done when it was all said and done. Big dreams, perhaps, but still. “You sure you’re good over there?” she questioned with a slight smile. “You have a glazed look in your eyes.”

[freya-almeida]

Sometimes Freya couldn’t help it- she found herself constantly drawn to the river gap. She used to just blame her species- sirens and water and all that- but there was always something soothing about the river even when people would kayak and canoe down it. It was peaceful, predictable. The river flowed in a predictable path, you could guess where it was going and when. It was stable when so few things in life were.

So more often than she cared to admit she would find herself running to the gap and then along its path for a while. She used exercise as an excuse- but most supernaturals had insane metabolisms so she didn’t even buy her own story. That day was one of those days, rising early with the sun and running along the river’s edge before making her way back into town, cutting into the mountains that surrounded it and moving through the trees. Normally she did this run alone. Normally she encountered no one. But that day she sensed it, clear as anything that someone else was near her. Pausing the woman listened but couldn’t hear anyone, could only feel them nearby. “It isn’t polite to sneak up on people,” she called out. “Can be dangerous even.”

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damienash

“i mean, you can try your luck, and see which one has extra salt and which doesn’t.” he began motioning to the two trays in the pastry case. “or i can tell you, because i’m not that horrible of a person.” in all reality, neither were made with extra salt, but he liked to tease people.

“I hope you’re kidding,” the siren mused, a trace of amusement in her tone as she gazed at the man. “Because in this town? With this many college students? Mess with people’s baked goods and they’re likely to come after you with torches and pitch forks. Bound to get pretty messy. Do not come between people and their sweets.”

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😳

😳 say one thing they are ashamed of

As much as she tries not to use what nature gave her supernatural ability wise to really hurt anyone? She did. One time she almost got a human killed. He survived but she’s ashamed she lost control enough for that to happen- and actively tries to avoid it happening again.

[freya-almeida]

Loveseat- Describe your ideal house

I don’t really have one. A house is just a building. It doesn’t make a home.

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Hot Cocoa

Hot Cocoa - Three things you love about yourself?

My eyes

My smile

My brain

[in-love-suggestions]

Warm Hearted Asks

Weather - What do you love most?

Dove - How do you express love?

Friendship Bracelet - What does friendship mean to you?

Loveseat- Describe your ideal house

Record Player - Love songs or breakup songs?

Stargaze - Celebrity crush?

Planter - Do you have a green thumb?

Linen - Do you prefer being friends with someone before starting a romantic relationship with them or starting straight into love?

Hot Cocoa - Three things you love about yourself?

Valentine - Do you like pda?

Succulent - What are you looking forward to?

Bath bomb - What is the best form of self care?

Roadtrip - Where is the farthest you’ve been from home?

Brown Sugar - What is making your heart warm today?

Pearls - Do you want to get married?

Seaside - Ideal date?

Luna Moth - City or country?

Velvet - What is your style?

Cupcake - Are you in love?

Romcom - Is your story a comedy or tragedy?

Sunset - Ask anything you want!

[livixdunne-blog]

70 horrible questions ... Fuck it

01: Do you have a good relationship with your parents? 02: Who did you last say “I love you” to? 03: Do you regret anything? 04: Are you insecure? 05: What is your relationship status? 06: How do you want to die? 07: What did you last eat? 08: Played any sports? 09: Do you bite your nails? 10: When was your last physical fight? 11: Do you like someone? 12: Have you ever stayed up 48 hours? 13: Do you hate anyone at the moment? 14: Do you miss someone? 15: Have any pets? 16: How exactly are you feeling at the moment? 17: Ever made out in the bathroom? 18: Are you scared of spiders? 19: Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? 20: Where was the last place you snogged someone? 21: What are your plans for this weekend? 22: Do you want to have kids? How many? 23: Do you have piercings? How many? 24: What is/are/were your best subject(s)? 25: Do you miss anyone from your past? 26: What are you craving right now? 27: Have you ever broken someone’s heart? 28: Have you ever been cheated on? 29: Have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? 30: What’s irritating you right now? 31: Does somebody love you? 32: What is your favourite color? 33: Do you have trust issues? 34: Who/what was your last dream about? 35: Who was the last person you cried in front of? 36: Do you give out second chances too easily? 37: Is it easier to forgive or forget? 38: Is this year the best year of your life? 39: How old were you when you had your first kiss? 40: Have you ever walked outside completely naked? 51: Favourite food? 52: Do you believe everything happens for a reason? 53: What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? 54: Is cheating ever okay? 55: Are you mean? 56: How many people have you fist fought? 57: Do you believe in true love? 58: Favourite weather? 59: Do you like the snow? 60: Do you wanna get married? 61: Is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? 62: What makes you happy? 63: Would you change your name? 64: Would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? 65: Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? 66: Do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? 67: Who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? 68: Who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? 69: Do you believe in soulmates? 70: Is there anyone you would die for?

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bxrwynrhoads

“Sorry… I don’t really uh.. go out too much.. Or venture I guess..” His Welsh accent thickened as he got more and more nervous. He sipped at his coffee, hoping there would be no more confrontation, but… He was wrong. Of course he was wrong. “Not… Really, I uh… I have… an issue with people I guess..” He admitted, swallowing thickly. Fuck… “N-Not a uh… Bad… Issue but like… Anxiety…” It was hard for him to get that last word out. He rarely ever talked about it. To anyone. “S-Sorry if uh… If you thought I was being a bit of a dick.. Most of that’s just my face.. People say I have resting bitch face.” Okay. Stop rambling, Ber. That’s enough.

“Well, a lot of people say I can be a bitch in general so there’s that.” It wasn’t her standard go to mode- and she tried really hard to be more than just a bitch, especially when it was unwarranted- but she still got called one more often than not. Probably because she was usually dealing with people being caught doing things they wanted to keep hidden but the point still remained. The siren even considered not saying anything else to him- perhaps even using her influence to calm him down- but instead she turned slightly towards him, dropping her voice down slightly. “I’m nowhere near an expert on anxiety but I’ve heard focusing on your breathing helps. For some people, at least.”