try your best to slowly withdraw from the ᴅᴀʀᴋᴇsᴛ ɪᴍᴘᴜʟsᴇs of your heart. try your best to feel and receive. your body is 𝘽𝙇𝘼𝘿𝙀 that 𝘊𝘜𝘛𝘚 a path from day to day.
it’s thrilling, being able to stop over and, ahem, see her when he’s not drunk off his ass. there’s a fleeting worry that he might not know how to get there sober, but he decides that it can’t be that hard. noah grabs his wallet, phone, puts on his shoes and, again, throws the same prayer up to the universe. please let me get out of this house without waking bora up.
that wasn’t a conversation that he wanted to have right now … or ever, likely. he hated keeping secrets from her, but it might be for her own good. this thing with yifei wasn’t even that deep, was it?
no.
NOAH: got it
NOAH: why white though?
he’s hit send before he can stop himself so he just sighs, shaking his head at his own stupidity. sure, he got out of his and bora’s house seemingly without a hitch, but if he asked more needless questions like that, it would be a miracle if yifei let him into hers.
NOAH: disregard that please
NOAH: i’m on my way
noah quickly decides that it wouldn’t make much sense for him to take the car ( what if bora woke up to find it gone? what if the sound of it starting was what woke her up? ) so he opted to walk. it wasn’t an unpleasant night and, really, in crestle cove, the worst thing that he had to worry about was a ghost following him … come to think of it, that wouldn’t be too much of a good thing so he gets going quickly, hoping no one ( and nothing ) is following behind.
the weed helps with calming her impatience, with time passing by both slower and faster than she can keep up with — she doesn’t bother. the anticipation still lingers, even if she would never admit that she actually looks forward to seeing him from time to time when she isn’t plagued with thoughts suggesting his conceit.
not that yifei’s much of a saint herself. could’ve been but chucked that plan into the trash years ago. so perhaps she shouldn’t be the one holding the gavel here.
( sms » noah ) because i have taste
she raises a brow. too late for that.
( sms » noah ) cool
( sms » noah ) see you
cotton mouth begins to kick in and she frowns when she realises she has no water left in the bottle she usually keeps on her bedside table. getting up, she makes her way to the kitchen to pour herself a glass of water, phone in the pockets of her shorts. one can never be too safe in this sleepy town, especially with all the otherworldly things hanging around.
this outcome shouldn’t surprise noah. if anything, these are their natural positions that they’re assuming once more. if anything, he should have been more surprised if they didn’t end up returning to one another once again.
he’d also be lying if he said he wasn’t excited. any moment of yifei’s time that she decided to spend with noah – of all people – was a gift, really.
NOAH: any specific kind you want?
NOAH: like dark chocolate or milk chocolate?
making it out of the house is something of a crap shoot in that he needs to find a way to sneak out without bora finding out. he needs to be as quiet as possible and not make a sound ( which is easier said than done. )
so, he throws up a prayer to the universe to let him get to yifei’s house in one piece. if he can’t have anything else, please let him have this one last time.
ironically, if there’s ever been a time when they’ve both been stone cold sober and were like this, she doesn’t remember any. it’s not just because the alcohol and weed help with forgetting about the consequences of it all, but also with what’s been happening recently, sober!yifei doesn’t have the capacity to indulge him when he hasn’t proven that he hasn’t stabbed her in the back.
again, she takes a while to reply back, limbs feeling a little loose when she turns over to her side, picking up her phone and sending a quick reply.
( sms » noah ) white
see ? that’s something scandalous echo should be writing about. a tasteless lot, the whole bunch of them.
now, it’s just a matter of waiting to see if he can make it out of the house without alerting their beloved mutual friend. even if she does hold their relationship as a threat sometimes, she’d still prefer keeping things quiet.
( ` laughs and jokingly uses her knuckles to rap on yifei’s arm, when she just wiggles around to let bora off and waits for bora to bring the drinks ) you’re so lazy. ( ` but her smile mirrors yifei, the words her friend says making her expression break into a soft one that takes up her whole face with its sincerity ; bora walks into the kitchen and glances through the assortment of liquor she and noah have slowly stocked up ) we’ve got wine, gin, baileys, j.d, uh… ( ` holds out what she knows is their go to drink, the one that they tried in high school and that they default to on the worst days when they just need something to take their mind off things ) the usual? ( ` cocks a shoulder and grins, holding up the bottle ; it’s been a while since she and yifei had a whole night to themselves, and even if what got them together was less than pleasant, they can make a good night out of it )
( * / watches bora go through the options, turning over so she’s laying on her stomach, arms folded under her chin. her expression lights up when she recognises the bottle of tequila. she doesn’t even need to say yes. ) got any lime and salt for that ? ( * / not that it really matters, since she’d take it with or without. past the point of being picky and she’s only going further from here. at least, she has proper company this time. no somewhat familiar faces with missing names, but someone she actually gives a shit about, even if she’s not doing a very good job at it at the moment. ) i swear you and noah have more booze than i do at my place. it's weird.
by now, he knows that he should be used to the way that he’s not too sure of anything whenever yifei is around. in noah’s eyes, she had an uncanny ability to take anything in the world and twist and turn it around to her liking. it was one of the many things that he admired ( and also feared ) about her. so, when she claims that it’s fine, he believes her. he has no reason not to and, honestly, he should know better than going around and picking fights with people like yifei, people who will always win.
NOAH: if you say so
if it comes out condescending, it’s an honest mistake. then again, noah wasn’t too, too sure if she was in the mood to even give him the benefit of the doubt. what had he even done to deserve that luxury, anyway?
when he sees his phone light up and her message about getting an apology in person is all he sees, noah’s sure that he looks like an absolute idiot, just gaping down at his phone. did she … really? well, he shouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth, now should he?
NOAH: really?
NOAH: well ok say no more
NOAH: did you want me to bring any peace offerings with me?
not even noah is that stupid.
this isn’t an impulsive decision, more like a routine that he should’ve gotten used to by now. not impulsive even if it all started with recklessness, before the weight of their actions later dawned on them and like any other respectable person, she merely adds some caution to it going forward, instead of scrapping this entirely. because she knows their mutual friend would freak, though she fails to understand why.
nothing uncharacteristic of yifei. nothing new here.
she glances at his reply, letting out a little laugh as she begins to feel a little lighter, like her bed is now a cloud or some bullshit like that. she nearly reminds him to not wake his housemate up, but figures he knows by now, since she’s been placing more emphasis on it in the recent turn of events.
( sms » noah ) mind grabbing me a chocolate bar from the store on your way
( sms » noah ) key’s inside the black vans outside btw
with that, yifei sets her phone down, shuts her eyes, and waits.
𝑻𝑹𝑼𝑻𝑯 / 𝑫𝑨𝑵𝑪𝑬 — a playlist for 𝐋𝐈 𝐘𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐈 of the hex girls !
𝘼-𝙎𝙄𝘿𝙀 — alt, indie rock hits !
total control / cults
and i’d sell my soul / for total control / over you ;; she likes the certainty that comes with being in control and hates ambiguity even if she’s the cause behind it.
so good / warpaint
i want you, open wide / can’t you tell me all your secrets / i’ll tell you all mine ;; aside from being a favourite song to blast at parties, it just sorta fits her vibe. think of it as an accompaniment song to her. nothing too sentimental.
hollywood factory / skating polly
we’re bursting at the seams / just think if we get lucky / and things are looking pretty great / walking backwards through hollywood factory ;; reminds her of the early days of the hex girls when they had bright eyes and fresh faces with dreams too big for this small town. makes her miss it too.
i only hurt the ones i love / black honey
cry for me baby / i’m not your baby / i only hurt the ones i love ;; she has a habit of unintentionally hurting those she’s close with ( re: bora, noah, a lot of people lol ) as a result of her somewhat self-centred way of thinking and her lack of faith in most people. in the end, she can only really trust herself.
visions of a life / wolf alice
i’ll get my coat / i’ll be the bitch / i heard that journey’s end in lovers meeting / but my journey ends when my heart stops beating ;; look, it’s an eight minute song, but boy does it resonate with her. from her past up til now, she’s going to continue deviating from the path set out for her even if that means eventually having to leave people behind, even if they still have some ownership over her heart.
𝘽-𝙎𝙄𝘿𝙀 — electropop bops !
peach / broods
all the more i know / the less i feel right / i’m high and i’m low, no control / but everything’s looking peach now / so i don’t need it all when it feels like gold ;; something that makes her feel a tad optimistic about everything, almost waving off her need for control and her volatile emotions.
number one fan / muna
oh my god, like i’m your number one fan / so iconic, like big, like stan, like / i would give my life just to hold your hand ;; aside from being a song about talking back to the negative thoughts in her head, it’s also kinda relevant to the gossip placing said bad thoughts in her head. so like, fuck them.
can’t stop me now / allie x
i’ve spent too long in this ghost town / sometimes i wanna leave, i wanna get out / i can’t stop now ;; another song about deviating from the path, specifically heading towards realising her solo ambitions outside of crystal cove to places with better opportunities. still, it’s a hard dilemma she isn’t ready to face now.
take me as i am / rina sawayama
guess it’s what it takes to live in my own way / so the world will take me as i am ;; again, breaking free from her family, their expectations and their control over her autonomy. also the frustration directed towards echo. music is her weapon here. diss track coming soon, mayhaps ?
gimme / banks
get it, say it, i’m your type / i know you been all this time / so get it right / to get around me / gimme, gimme, what i want, what i deserve ;; she’s unapologetic about most things, but more about getting what she deserves. it’s a confident, hard-hitting track that just about sums up the li yifei everyone knows.
noah really screwed up this time, that was for sure. he was certainly surprised when he saw that she replied … of course, it came quite a while after his initial texts. it made sense, but that didn’t mean that it didn’t sting. it did and badly so. he grunted and rolled over, running both hands through his hair while trying to think of a way that he could magically extract himself from this situation, maybe even right the wrongs he’d done to poor yifei. so much garbage had been thrown her way via the echo and other psuedo-sources of news ( more like actual vitriol disguised as ‘gossip,’ ) yet he had simply added to it.
god, what am i going to do, he wondered. he’d really done all he could. he’d apologized and he didn’t want to press the matter any further if yifei was against it. as with most of their interactions, noah would be perfectly fine with following her lead.
noah: it wasn’t cool …
noah: you deserve better than what you’ve been called lately.
he frowned at the way that probably sounded, but had hit 'send’ before he could do anything.
noah: unfortunately, as far as insults go, i think 'bitch’ is the best i’ve got
noah: so you’ve been through the brunt of it
noah: again i’m sorry
damn, there he was, doing the one thing he’d not wanted to. way to go, noah, way to go.
no longer in the mood to pick a fight, there’s a strange comfort that comes with his apology — or maybe it’s just the weed, she can’t really tell at this point. she tries not to overthink it and the familiar calming shroud now hanging over her helps with that, but it only does so much. in the end, it’s up to her to purge those thoughts, a difficult feat since they’ve been incessantly bothering her for a while now.
( sms » noah ) i told you its fine
of course, among those thoughts is that pesky voice in her head essentially antagonising noah for his alleged role with the shitstorm surrounding her name. keyword: alleged. honestly, yifei wants to believe otherwise. yet, there hasn’t been much reason for her to do so anyways. so she plays into the belief that he is involved, unwilling to give him the benefit of the doubt.
why should she ?
( sms » noah ) would appreciate an apology in person though 🤔
( ` laughs and shrugs; the tabloids are having as much of a field day with mystery inc as they’ve been having with the hex girls ) why don’t you hit them up, they’ve got as much beef with echo as you do. ( ` it must say something that bora’s been deemed too boring, too unimportant for echo to even take notice, even when the town is so small it’s been cycling through the same three rumours – the only them she finds her name printed in the papers is when she’s yifei’s helpless victim, or yet another one of fei’s suspected girls – it doesn’t rankle so much as fester a little longer, a little deeper into the hollow that her insecurities have made for themselves. but that isn’t what yifei comes over to think about ( it never is ) ) crestle’ll miss you, who will echo write about now? ( ` teasingly, then she taps yifei’s forehead on her lap with her finger and nods in the direction of the kitchen; the lavender candles aren’t doing much in the way of improving either of their moods right now, so: ) want another drink?
( * / yeah, you’d think that, is what she doesn’t say, eyes flitting to a photo of bora and her dear housemate on the wall. she looks away, letting out a laugh. ) god, i wouldn’t wish that on my worst enemy — ( * / pauses, then breaks into a grin. ) actually, yeah, i would. ( * / curses are out of the question. with the amount of loathing she has towards echo, she’d rather not have that energy return to her three times stronger. for now, she can only hope they’ll die down eventually, as bora says. not that she has much hope, but it doesn’t hurt to be a little optimistic, she supposes. ) ugh, you read my mind. ( * / really should’ve said no, but what difference will one more make. ) let me just... ( * / sits up with a groan, so bora can get up, only to lie back down when the space is freed up, looking at the other hex girl with a warm smile — so unlike her usual demeanour. ) love you the most.
am i supposed to feel sorry for those two guys who died in the blair witch house? who broke into HER home, trespassed on HER land and messed with HER stick bundles? i dont!
it wasn’t the fact that he’d likely look back on all these bad decisions and shake his head, his future self likely wishing that his current self had any sort of sense ( which, no, he didn’t ) and it wasn’t even the fact that noah had a bad habit of falling for beautiful girls who showed him the slightest bit of positive attention. he’d been down this road before. he knew the ins and outs while also knowing how to navigate them; what he didn’t know was how to deal with them when yifei was involved.
yes, the reason that he could hardly sleep had little to do with either of those facts and everything to do with the way yifei had treated him when they’d ran into each other earlier. he was used to her blunt way of putting things, to which noah usually would lower his head and let yifei spew whatever she wanted at him. alas, earlier, he’d made a complete fool of himself and — in either a fit of rage or a fit of stupidity with the latter being more likely — he’d asked her why she was such a bitch.
deciding that enough was enough and he would take the high road, he grabbed his phone, pulled up her number and began typing out what would likely be a long-winded apology. when he realized that this was yifei he was talking to, he deleted most of the sap and kept it short and sweet.
NOAH: hey, i’m sorry about snapping at you earlier. that wasn’t cool to do and i’m sorry if it hurt you.
NOAH: i really don’t think you’re a bitch … i was just being an asshole for no good reason, if that makes sense.
NOAH: again, i’m really sorry.
honestly, the hostility is a little uncalled for. the responsible and understanding part of her knows she shouldn’t be acting like this towards noah, especially knowing that perhaps she is wrong about his connection with the rumours. hell, there’s even a slight sliver of guilt in there too. it’s just a shame that she’s long repressed that part of her now. reasonable!yifei is on an indefinite hiatus. check again next week to see if she’ll stop irrationally lashing out.
for now, she lights another joint, eyes rolling when the notifications show up on her phone screen. a quick glimpse of the contact name is enough to remind her of their encounter a few hours ago — even more reason to put a pause on the aggressive demeanour with the help of a good high.
yifei turns it over, screen down on the blanket, and takes her sweet time finishing the joint before replying. putting it out against the ashtray on her nightstand, tendrils of smoke slip past her lips when she reaches for her phone, much more forgiving than earlier.
( sms » noah ) been called worse recently
( sms » noah ) its cool
though, it did sting a little. she won’t admit that.
( sms » noah ) come up with smth more creative next time
( ` cards her fingers through yifei’s hair, a soothing sort-of scalp massage while she vents about the latest articles that crestle cove’s run on the hex girls once again ) you know no one reads ‘that shit’ anyway. ( ` shit being the rumours that have resurfaced, that yifei absolutely hates her guts and is finding increasingly creative ways to bully her, from subtle glances that speak a thousand words to the tabloids, to simple gestures read as ready to start a nuclear war ) c’mon, c’mere– ( ` takes a quick story for her instagram, captions it (hex) girls night ! and tilts the screen down to yifei to show her ) ah, but they’re gonna say we’re bullying dusk now… ( ` sighs and presses the home button, tossing her phone to the back of the couch ) it’ll die down, whatever. ignore ‘em.
( * / the thing is, bora’s right. it’s the minority spreading the rumours, yet to yifei, they stand out the most. they exist to rile her up and she lets it happen to the point where the anger consumes her. frustrated to the point where she begins pointing fingers and throwing accusations at people who she knows deep down would never do such a thing. ) surprised they haven’t already. ( * / scoffs, not even bothering to mimic bora’s actions. who knows, they might say that this is all just an act forced by their manager. ) you think good ol’ mystery inc can expose these guys ? ( * / it’s a dry attempt at a joke, but she still smirks a little at the thought. ) deluded town drives out the only people keeping it groovy. ( * / says in her best blogger-slash-news-anchor voice. )
stupid fucking gossip blogs... ( * / huffs, fingers itching for another bottle. only she can’t, since she’s long left the bar and is now in bora’s apartment, head resting on her bandmate’s lap as she continues to go off on the latest sorry-excuse-of-an-article slandering her solo work. ) fuckers got nothing better to do than to give perez hilton a run for his money. bet they wouldn’t say that shit to my face. ( * / rolls her eyes. the lavender candles lit around the room do nothing to quell her anger. ) ‘was gonna drop another single too, y’know ? it’s mind-blowing just how pressed they are about this. i'm not even leaving the band. ( * / holds back the ‘yet’ that nearly slips past her lips. that’s a discussion for another time. ) — @hexlunas !
yeehaw ! i’m cherry and i’m so excited to be here ! i heckin love scooby doo and i love scooby doo and the witch’s ghost even more so Naturally, i had to take up thorn’s canon !! that said, this is YIFEI ( who also goes by thorn ! ), a hex girl and also that bitch™️ who takes no shit. definitely does wiccan rituals from time to time and is a believer in the supernatural. currently branching out more as a solo artist, which has caused a rift between her and the other hex girls bc of gossip. you can find her profile here and i’ll leave some stuff under the cut regarding her background ! as usual, if you’d like to plot, please like this post !!
background — born in chengdu, later moved to crystal cove when she was thirteen. eldest daughter syndrome where she had a ton of burden placed on her to care for her 3 younger siblings. kinda triggered this rebellious streak around her late teens when she got sick of having all the responsibility but getting the most shit for everything too. she outwardly stopped giving a shit about what her parents thought of her, but deep down, she still wants to prove them wrong and show them that she can amount to something great without needing them.
yifei — charming if you aren’t put off by the strong, intimidating aura radiating off her. hardworking and super passionate about music. friendlier when drunk/stoned/crossed. hot and knows it. sweeter to those she’s close with and can also be the mom friend at strange times. very vocal about things and can get harsh with her words without realising. selfish and unwilling to let go of a lot of things. a destructive rage. talk shit, get hit kinda mindset. bottles up everything until it leads to one big explosion. respectful towards nature and eco-conscious, trying to live sustainably such as composting stuff, buying clothes from sustainable brands, supporting local farmers, all that jazz.
the hex girls — started the band with luna and dusk after they graduated high school, leading to birth of the hex girls ! she’s the lead singer and the guitarist of the band. currently trying out going solo, but she does still do stuff with the hex girls. very hesitant to leave.
thorn — still keeps the hex girls stage name as her soloist name. it’s only been around three months since she first released a solo track. as for her solo work, i’m gonna go ahead and claim muna’s and cyn’s discographies for it... *plays believer on repeat*
the scandal — word about her going solo has blown out of proportion. gossip tabloids and shit are basically saying she’s sick of the hex girls, that she pulled a t-ara hw*ryung and was Not Nice to the other members which is why she’s ditching them. the fact that she lives up to her label, the vixen, doesn’t really help.
currently — trying to ignore the gossip but failing. it’s got her constantly on the edge, a lot more harsh than usual, and she’s just really frustrated about it 😔still working on solo stuff, but she’s lowkey more reluctant about releasing them. aside from putting this energy into her work, she’s also been coping by amping up the self-indulgence 🥵
plots — childhood neighbours before she moved out to her own place / high school not-so-sweethearts that obviously broke up bc it wouldn’t have lasted / old friends who witnessed her change from tired, responsible eldest daughter to charming and calculating singer of a rock band / anyone else a wiccan here / short-term flings / fwb / one night stands ( v likely ) / frenemies / enemies / fans of her solo work / or anti’s of her solo work
she licks blood off her fingers
and she looks like divine absolution.
careful, meleager; this is your sport
but she’s not playing a game.
do not think
you are safe because
you love her.
do not think
she will not stain her mouth red
with your blood too.
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