𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙩𝙮𝙡𝙚

  'cause  we  lost  it  all,  nothin'  lasts  forever  

[iabeled]

joshnopeck·:

the coyote roamed the streets, ducking into alleyways whenever a human passed–– many humans don’t trust coyotes. and when josh darted back out from the last alley he’d ducked into, he bumped into a solid figure, one whose smell he didn’t recognize. he sat, wagging his tail and pretending to be a stray dog. can’t be too careful these days.

abel  glances  at  the  dog  in  the  street,  hanging  around  the  venue.  looking  for  scraps,  no  doubt.  not  a  weird  site  for  los  angeles.  better  things  on  their  mind,  abel  leans  a  shoulder  on  the  wall  and  struggles  to  light  a  cigarette.  stoops  and  cups  a  hand  to  protect  the  lighter’s  flame  from  the  wind.  when  they  finally  got  it,  they  straighten  back  up.  the  rolling  paper’s  stained  with  blood.  abel  grimaces  and  wipes  their  fingertips  against  a  thigh,  wets  the  jeans  with  red. 

[iabeled]

vivzenn·:

viv flipped through the pages of her favorite spell book, the one she went to for most of her magic. it was clear to her that things were getting ugly around here, she could use use a little refresher, just to be ready for whatever is thrown at her. she recited some the most important spells under her breath, making sure they were registered in her head, whilst at the same time snapping her fingers to open her front door. “i had a feeling i would be hearing from you sooner or later, glad you decided to pay a visit instead.” she said, her attention still on her book.

abel  doesn’t  say  anything,  just  closes  the  door  behind  them.  shuts  out  all  the  noise  from  the  street,  so  the  only sound  are  their  boots  against  the  floor  as  they  walk  over  to  drop  their  backpack  in  a  chair.  they  don’t  hide  the  fact  they  needs  help  ---  and  viv?  powerful  warlock.  or,  powerful  enough.  a  bit  stiff,  abel  scratches  at  the  faint  stubble  on  their  cheeks  before  they  turn  around.  faces  her.  “so,”  they  begin,  “you  got  anything  for  me?”  they’re  referring  to  the  bit  of  demon  in  them,  that  wolf  --- had  reached  out  asking  about  a  spell  or  a  poultice or  something.  to  help  with  the  control,  mettle  out  those  odd  sparks  of  anger.  abel  tries  not  to  get  their  hopes  up.  “took  a  bus  and  an  lyft  all  the  way  down  here,  so  tell  me  something  good.”