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jamiexanderson:

It had been a while since the two had last seen each other, and it was a day spent taking advantage of the line they had crossed and when the magic of the twenty four hours vanished, it was straight to the panic and worry that everything had been royally fucked up. 

James had sent some texts and called to check in with her, trying to appear as normal about it all as he could. But how could he be normal when she occupied his mind and he longed to feel her again, like the withdrawals he had felt when he had cleaned up during his late teens - she was his new drug. 

The invite from her Mom was accepted, unable to say no to the older woman. But he wondered if it was a good idea, she was obviously avoiding him and that in itself was pissing him off. Not seeing her every other day, traipsing into his apart with some wild story made his days boring and he didn’t have something to look forward too. It reminded him of his College days, the first time he had ever realised how much he enjoyed and needed her in his life. 

“Usually I don’t need an invite from your Mom to see you,” he shot back with a raised brow. Having known her so long, he knew to always come with some kind of a treat that they could use as an ice breaker to skirt around the real issues. It was a thing between them. 

“How does your two favorite guys sound; Ben and Jerry’s?” He smirked, tossing one of the spoons her Mom had gave him at her, then opening up the tub to start picking at the slightly melted treat. “I don’t know if I’m in the mood for sharing, though,” he added with a playful smirk on his lips, dimples showing. 

                           Although his quip came with a smirk, Helena felt a sliver of ice behind it, as if he’d been waiting all day --- no, all year to make a comment like that one. She gripped the bed sheet below her and sat up fully, just in time for him to toss a spoon at her. Plucking it from the air spontaneously, she cracked a grin.

         “Second and third favorite.” She corrected him, at least glad that they could pretend for a few minutes that nothing was wrong.

                          Helena got up and came towards the doorway, trying to hide the smile that threatened her expression. “Shut up, you’re always in the mood to share.”

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talanzaretti:

“Not how it works.” Talan shook his head with a smirk, leaning forward slightly with his free hand to lower her upward one. “Got to say the magic words first, baby. Magician rules. Come on, no slacking on those skills.” With a click of his tongue, he took a final drag from his own cigarette before gesturing for her can to discard of it there too. “You’re just figuring that out?”

“You know it.” His grin only grew, purposely running a hand over his hair at her remark. Although his features contorted as if confusedly as she continued. “But we’re already married? — And wow, a compliment on my hair and my humor. You’re on a roll now, Genius.” Only then of course did he oblige her initial ‘command’.

                       Helena continued to shake her head, turning him down, and keeping her secrets all to herself. Even if it was just for the game. “Oh fuck off,” She laughed, snatching up his cigarette to repeat the gesture. “Not all of us are so experienced in this field. I work-marry for life.” She turned to look back at Talan, finger gunning at him with one hand, drawing her thumb as the rear sight. Gesturing letting the hand gun go off, she smirked. “So don’t blow it.”

                         She grinned.

         “One day someone’s gonna come along and show you the difference between work married and real married. And I can’t wait to see who the poor sucker is.” She quipped, punching him lightly in the arm. “Come on, we’ve got Youtube videos of old people falling over to watch before the next booking.”

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wrenxevergreen:

“A-a fortune teller?” she said with a bit of a shocked look on her face. Sure she had seen places in downtown New Orleans that advertised in neon lights about psychics and witchcraft, it was part of the history of the city, but she never actually believed in the stuff. But as she began to ponder the ridiculousness of asking a fortune teller what kind of career path she should follow, she realized-what else was there to do?

“I mean…I guess…” she started somewhat hesitantly, “I’ve never really believed in that sort of thing, unless you can convince me she’s somehow helped you in some way?”

                     Helena raised her gaze to the blond, waiting to see whether or not she was joking. Either she lived under a rock, or was entirely new to town. That, or maybe Helena just knew too much about the place she’d grown up. But then, with her mother’s spiritual nature --- and being obsessed with her own tarots ---- Helena was being introduced to “witches” every other week. If she was told one more time that her aura was clouded or negative, she was going to punch someone in the face.

         “Help me? Hell no. That psychic raisin hasn’t done anything but paint my name across the town in red.” That was a big dramatic, but it wasn’t short of the truth either. “Anyway, it’s fine to be a sceptic, all the best psychics are I hear. If you don’t question things then you’re never going to get an answer, right?”

                           Helena took a sip of her beer.

           “You should invest in some sodalite and citrine. Sodalite for the mind, citrine for luck. That’s what my mom suggested to me anyway a couple of times.”

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silasatwater:

Midday in mid-city, arguably Silas’s favorite time of the day. It wasn’t blaring cold in his loft, as it usually was— instead, the bricked walls provided a cooling sensation against the sweltering heat outside. With a large fan blowing room temperature air, Silas had opened every other window to let in some natural temperature. It wasn’t typically guests friendly weather, but he hadn’t planned on guests anyway. Living alone for a few years now, he had been getting by on meals-for-one basic. It wasn’t up until recently he decided to ‘spice’ things up, practically attaching himself to online tutorials. “—Shoot,” he cursed, wagging his hand after getting splashed by oil. He huffed, tossing in onions. 

Feeling his phone vibrate in the back of his jeans, he quickly rinsed his hands, patting them on a towel before pulling it out. Silas raised a brow at his caller ID, wondering what Helena might’ve wanted. He hadn’t known her for long, albeit, very well… but he knew he liked her. Helena seemed like a walking hurricane, the type that caused massive destruction and couldn’t live without it. With a soft smile, he answered the call, leaning against the sink. “Helena, hey! This is a surprise, what’s going on?”

                        Just hearing his cheerful answer, made Helena give a short sigh of relief. She might have been happier if he hadn’t answered really --- because now she had to face what she was feeling.

        “....Hey.” She said quietly, taking a step on the pavement and twisting, mostly to keep her feet busy. If she stopped, she wasn’t sure what she’d do. “Sorry, you’re probably busy, it’s late.... I just,” She paused, trying to find the words to say. “I just sort of needed someone to talk to.”

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avaselenesawyer:

Sawyer just so happened to run into Helena, which wasn’t an unlikely occurrence. She ran into her more often than not, always hanging around the same sorts of places and with their friendship and what not. No, it certainly wasn’t a surprise to run into Helena Wilson. What was a surprise, if not an absolute shock, to Ava Selene Sawyer was the mere sight of Helena carrying and speaking to a baby. 

       “Did you steal that child or something? Find it at your doorstep? ‘Cause if you tell me the truth, I can protect you.”

                Helena shook her head. “You’re a dick.” 

                But she said it with love, hoisting Lydia up on her hip a little higher. God damn, seven more hours of this.... She was already salavating for beer and a nap. 

     “Thanks,” She drawled with a sassy grin. “But I’ll have to take a rain check. THIS,” She looked down to the little girl, bouncing her a little as Lydia stared wondrous holes into Sawyer’s face. “Is Lydia. Hugh’s four year old miracle baby.” She explained briefly, looking back to Sawyer with a roll of her eyes and a snort. “I know --- too stupid to function, apparently not too stupid to procreate. Wanna play aunt for a day?”

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                  Every once and a while, the Wilson clan could all be found under the same roof, and when those nights occurred --- they were usually some of the LOUDEST.

                  Having caught up with her littlest brother, Helena had flopped back onto Gully’s bed and made herself comfortable. There was a whole buzz of conversation going on down stairs, and Helena didn’t really feel like joining it just yet. She’d kept herself scarce the last couple of weeks, really having committed to staying as far away from Jay as possible and trying to sort out her shit. It wasn’t working. Not really. Because in ignoring him, she’d also kind of been ignoring all of her friends. The nights a blur and the days completely missing from her memory, Helena barely kept track of the time she’d clocked out on her life.

                    Hearing the door creak open, her eyes opened and peered over to it. She saw the familiar figure of James, and without even allowing herself a moment to think, her heart skipped a beat.

         “Mom told me she invited you over tonight...” She heaved as she sat up from the bed, trying to at least pretend like everything was normal between them, and nothing even remotely out of the ordinary had happened. “---Did you at least bring dessert?”

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tessa--chambers:

“Yeah, well, that sounds about right.” This specific doctor had been in business since she was a child. She remembered coming to this very waiting room with her mother when she was just a little girl; while the decor had certainly been updated, it appeared to be business as usual. “And unfortunately the nurses have a habit of letting people in for their appointment without any sort of order so, trust me when I say it wasn’t personal that I told you to wait just like everyone else. It’s a dog eat dog world in here, I’m sure you understand.”

        “Yeah I get it.” Helena responded kind of flatly, her haze gaze turning down to the floor. “Let’s just hope my visit’s all for nothing and my best friend isn’t dead in a ditch or something.”

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avaselenesawyer:

       “You’ll live,” she pressed, a small smile threatening her lips. “Really, if you need a toe replacement I’ll cover it. Screw these damn heels anyway. —Ha, you’re so fucking funny.” Sawyer shook her head with a smirk, before glancing back at the building and then turning back to Helena and gesturing behind her. “Let’s get out of here.” 

         “You will?” Helena faked surprise. “Well if that isn’t TRUE FRIENDSHIP, I don’t know what the hell is.” She chuckled, moving to swing her arm around Sawyer’s neck and drag the woman away from whatever shady business she’d been up to. 

         “Fine. What’s on the agenda? I told Tally I’ve got a stomach bug. I so didn’t feel like taking my three o’clock. You won’t tell on me, right?”

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nina-lovelace:

“Well I really haven’t seen you do something nice for someone before but I’m not surprised.” Nina shrugged, leaning a tired head against the wall. She’d been up all night trying to work out the kinks on a new design and she was exhausted. “I could really go for a rum and coke right now but something tells me we’re sticking to milk and juice today, right Lyds?” The blonde wrinkled her freckled nose, smiling at the child. She loved looking after other people’s kids because it meant she could have all the fun of playtime and when they were cranky at the end of the day they went back to their parents. Nina herself couldn’t see herself with a child when she was so alone and so busy.

                     Helena smirked at the blond, knowing Nina was probably right. She was good at being selfish, good at doing her own thing when and how she wanted. Helena believed she didn’t owe anyone anything, and that generosity was only a sometimes thing.

         “Hey. I’ve got a flask if you buy us the coke bottle.” She grinned, hoisting Lydia up higher on her hip before getting a good grip on her and lifting her off. Helena held the four year old outwards to Nina so that the other woman could take holding duty while she closed up the door behind her and put away her keys. 

                      Looking the other woman over briefly, it was so clear how different their styles were. Helena all clad in her torn dark jeans and iconic leather jacket. She smiled over this. “I swear to God, it looks like woodland creatures dress you every morning. How long ‘til the prince steals you from me, huh?”