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@immcrtalsx

They say we are what we are, but we don’t have to be I’m bad behavior but I do it in the best way I’ll be the watcher of the eternal flame I’ll be the guard dog of all your fever dreams. muses nav.

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#(( they keep us numb so we don't notice || blaise dupuis ))#(( you can't fight against who you are || musings ))#(( tbd || blaise & zoya ))

PAUSING IN HER SEARCH, michaela looked toward her niece b l a n k l y. “ first off, i don't panic. ” she said bluntly before breaking out into a wide smile. reaching for the bag. “ secondly, thank you! ” looking through it, she found what she was REALLY looking for. her necklace with her wedding ring on it. it's where she kept it at work, but in her rush home, she hadn't put them back on after her shift. then she managed to misplace FORGET where she put her bag. “ just having an off day. ”

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone," Alicia replied with a wide smile, "You have a reputation to protect after all," she added. Tilting her head slightly, she studied her aunt with curiosity, "Anything I can help with?"

#(( don't grow up too fast || alicia monroe ))#(( this is me trying || interactions ))#(( interactions || michaela finch ))#(( interactions || alicia monroe & michaela finch ))

for ariadne @immcrtalsx

"Thanks for meeting with me," she said. Maggie hated that it'd been years and things were still relatively cold, but she was trying to accept it for what it was. "I have some personal news, and I know that you probably don't care, but I also felt like I should tell you first, face to face, rather than you hearing about it from anyone else because you deserve at least that much."

Ariadne was cold to everyone. Everyone except Alex, Astra and her niblings. She didn't always approach everyone else, even people she would call friends, with warmth. The relationship she had with Maggie was not cold in her eyes; it was neutral or maybe indifferent. She wasn't going to go out of her way to see her mother but she also wouldn't be malicious either. That anger was gone. So, when Maggie called asking to meet, she agreed. Ariadne sat and listened to the reason she had called her, "Okay, sure," she replied, not sure what thiis could be about, "What is it?" she asked, hoping it didn't sound too aburpt.

#(( this one was born to fight || ariadne rosi ))#(( she painted her lips with their blood || interactions ))#(( interactions || magdalena drakos ))#(( interactions || ariadne rosi & magdalena drakos ))

sybilgrimal-kin

Sybil’s eyes softened instantly, and she stepped in close, cupping his face like he was something precious. “Louis… I would eat a charcoal briquette if you made it for me,” she murmured, smiling. She kissed him, quick and sweet. “No trying again. We’re eating the burnt parts first. It’s romantic. And illegal to apologize on Valentine’s Day.”

Louis let out a little sigh, "I just wanted to make it perfect. You deserve it," he explained, "Fortunately, I didn't try to go out of my comfort zone for dessert. It's your favourite cheesecake from the bakery," he continued, wrapping his arms around her waist.

#(( but i'm losing this war || louis byers ))#(( don't really know what i'm supposed to say || interactions ))#(( interactions || sybil grimalkin ))#(( interactions || louis byers & sybil grimalkin ))

Quinnelope’s smile turned wicked-sweet, like she’d been waiting for this exact moment. “On the bed,” she said instantly, like it was obvious. Then she stepped closer, tugging lightly at his sleeve. “Or… we could put it in the passenger seat and let it ride home like it’s our kid.” Her eyes flicked up to his, softening. “C’mon, Noah. It’s Valentine’s Day. Please...”

Noah laughed, easily hiding the very brief sad feeling that washed over him at the mention of sharing a kids. It was no longer a possibility, not biologically anyway, and he tried not to let it bother him because they always had other options. He kept the smile on his face, leaning in to kiss her, "I think you already know I'm going to say yes, I'm not sure why you're trying so hard," he teased.

#(( addicted to something that takes the pain away || noah cross ))#(( don't talk about it || interactions ))#(( interactions || quinnelope kirisame ))#(( interactions || noah cross & quinnelope kirisame ))#(( memes || valentine's day ))

ferociouslyfiadh

Fiadh’s eyes flicked from the pan to his face, and the way her mouth curved was pure fondness with a little bit of menace. “Blaise,” she breathed, like she couldn’t decide if she wanted to kiss him or put him in time-out. Then she stepped in close, fingers catching his wrist as she leaned up and pressed a quick, soft kiss to his cheek. “First of all, I love you. Second of all, I would’ve eaten the sludge if you looked at me with those eyes and asked nicely.” Her gaze dropped to his phone, and she laughed under her breath. “Wait… Lunamiel?” she said, genuinely touched, eyebrows lifting. “You got us into my favorite place on Valentine’s Day?” Fiadh’s expression softened into something almost stupidly tender. “Okay,” she murmured, voice quieter now, “that’s… insanely romantic.” Then, with a grin: “And for the record? You’re not allowed to die of salmonella before we get dessert.”

"Okay, but I would never ask you to do that. You deserve better than sludge," Blaise replied, "But I'm glad my eyes have that effect on you," he added teasingly, turning his head to catch her lips before she got too far away. He grinned, "Yeah, I know the owner. There was a waiting list but he was able to swing it," he chuckled, "I promise I will not die before dessert, especially when I have plans for second dessert when we get home," he mused, pulling her back toward him with one hand on her waist to kiss her once again.

#(( they keep us numb so we don't notice || blaise dupuis ))#(( you have no idea what you're talking about || interactions ))#(( interactions || fiadh sosa ))#(( interactions || blaise dupus & fiadh sosa ))#(( memes || valentine's day ))

alectronathegoddess

Alec stood in the glow of a hundred little warm lights, barefoot in soft black leggings and one of his shirts, her bump very much present like a smug little third wheel. The dining table looked like a romance novel cover: candles, flowers, a ridiculous amount of heart-shaped confetti Felicity had absolutely weaponized. She lifted a brow at him, like he’d just asked something deeply unserious. “Jonathan,” she said, voice sweet but firm, “I’m a clan leader, I run an antique shop, I spar for fun, and I’m growing two whole identical people. If I can do all that, I can absolutely bully Valentine’s Day into submission.” Then her expression softened, the teasing easing into something warmer as she crossed the room and took his hands. “Besides… it’s our first one as husband and wife. I wanted you to come home and feel it. Feel how loved you are.” A beat. Her mouth curved. “Also, Felicity helped, so if you see glitter in your food, no you didn’t.”

"That was not me suggesting you are not a formidable woman," Jonathan replied, reaching as she did to take her hands and leaning in to kiss her, "But you have already given me so much as it is. Love, happiness, a family. I only need you on Valentine's Day," he paused, "But I am grateful and thank you. I will ignore all glitter," he laughed.

#(( keep a little fire burning || jonathan henderson ))#(( mind our own histories || interactions ))#(( interactions || alectrona elidi ))#(( interactions || jonathan henderson & alectrona elidi ))#(( memes || valentine's day ))#// pre baby drama ofc

ITZELA’S SMILE INDULGENTLY DEEPENED as if he’d just performed a trick she’d seen before . ❝ run toward things now ?? ❞ she echoed lightly , tilting her head , ❝ how inspiring . i do love a metamorphosis . ❞ her gaze surveyed him but not hungrily as it might have been in a time before , but n e i t h e r was it nostalgically . she was assessing . ❝ tell me , erik . . . who do you think taught you how to r u n at all ?? ❞ a soft shrug of one shoulder , fur coat slipping lower . ❝ you didn’t wake up one day like this . you didn’t just s p r o u t boundaries and direction out of nowhere . . . ❞ a faint , almost thoughtful hum for a second . ❝ pressure makes diamonds , after all , ❞ she sighed . ❝ or it makes fractures . i suppose i’m glad to see which one you chose . ❞ she assessed . her stance leaned back against the bar , still u n b o t h e r e d . ❝ and please , ❞ itzela let out a little huffed quiet laugh , low in her throat , ❝ don’t flatter yourself . i didn’t come back for you . if i wanted you that bad , you would already know . but it’s sweet that you think rejecting me is some kind of . . . personal victory , for you . truly . i admire the conviction , ❞ she condemned . ❝ — but , listen , i don’t seek out comfort in presences anymore . i o u t g r e w that . you say you run toward things now . well , i do hope they’re sturdy . ❞ she delicately lifted one of her brow . ❝ it would be a shame if all that momentum carried you straight into something that didn't survive the impact . ❞ she expressed , straightening the edge of her coat . ❝ you may not run toward me anymore . . . ❞ she said . ❝ but you still react to me . and for now ?? ❞ that knowing s m i r k returned . ❝ even though you’re not the reason i purchased property in this town , that’s all i need today to keep me around you like la abeja . ❞ maybe itzela played too much , but inside a life without an end in sight , she had to seize and savor those small pleasures wherever she could .

"I hope you're not taking credit for that," Erik replied, "I learned to run before you took your first breath. You don't get to take credit for that trauma. And the only woman in my life taught me to run towards the good instead of away from the bad is the furthest from you that someone can get," he retorted. He couldn't believe this was the same woman he had fallen in love with so many centuries ago. He knew that what had happened and left scars on both of them and they handled it in different ways. Things would have been different is Erik had known he had turned her. He let out a huff that could have been a laugh if he found any of this funny, "And you don't react to me? You seemed to take it very personally when I rejected you last time. You must enjoy rejection far more than you care to admit," he pulled out his wallet and threw the money on the counter for the bartender, more than enough for his share. Erik stood up, "I wish I could say it was nice seeing you, Itzela, but I did promise once I would never lie to you."

#(( some turn to dust or to gold || erik blackthorne ))#(( i could scream forever || interactions ))#(( interactions || itzela blackthorne ))#(( interactions || erik blackthorne & itzela blackthorne ))

ASPEN PAUSED JUST INSIDE THE THRESHOLD, composure softening the moment hazel’s attention swung her way. “ well, hello to you too. ” she murmured, lowering gracefully to accept the enthusiastic greeting, fingers sinking into the thick fur with practiced fondness. “ still the true ruler of this house, i see. ” she rose smoothly, casting wilder a dry, knowing look. “ coffee would be lovely. ”

Wilder chuckled, "Well, someone has to be," he joked, walking toward the kitchen with his companion following at his heels. He didn't need to ask or even think about making the coffee. He was like a seasoned veteran at making coffee for the two of them, it was part of their routine now. When he was finished, he passed the mug to her before drinking from his own, "How's work?" he asked.

#(( great possibilities are right in front of us || wilder fenwick ))#(( secrets are like walls || interactions ))#(( interactions || aspen fenwick ))#(( interactions || wilder fenwick & aspen fenwick ))

DRUSILLA TURNED AT THE SOUND OF HIS voice , expression composed rather than confused . she took in his visage swiftly with a polished smile . she had studio confidence with the kind of ease that came from being used to being around cameras . ❝ i’m not lost , ❞ she replied evenly . not defensive . just simply f a c t u a l . her gaze flicked once to the hallway signage behind them that signaled the name of whose office it belonged to , then back to beck . ❝ i’m here for a private meeting . i was asked to come through the studio entrance , and directed to w a i t here for the time being . though i appreciate the concern . ❞ her tone was professional and the kind used in boardrooms and press conferences alike . she shifted her designer bag higher on her shoulder , posture precise . ❝ and . . . ❞ it would be so easy to shrug off this social interaction , but for some reason , she asked , ❝ you are . . . ?? ❞ drusilla's brows knitted together in contemplation . ❝ i'm sorry , but have we met ?? you definitely seem . . . familiar . ❞ she thought aloud .

Beck nodded, "Alright, no problem. Only checking. I don't often see unfamiliar faces at this time," he explained, "Who are you waiting for?" he asked curiously. He was sure she was meeting someone; he was mostly making conversation now. He shakes his head, "I don't believe so. I'm Beck," he stuck out his hand for her to shake, "Beck Wiley, I'm the weatherman around these parts, which is why I might seem familiar."

#(( because i can take it from here || beck wiley ))#(( we're petrified of saying too much || interactions ))#(( interactions || drusilla winters ))#(( interactions || beck wiley & drusilla winters ))

PHAETHON IMMEDIATELY STRAIGHTENED a fraction , lowering the donut slightly like he’d just been caught trafficking state secrets . ❝ right . subtle , ❞ he murmured , though the smile tugging at his mouth betrayed him completely . he took a small bite , expression softening in a way that suggested she’d a b s o l u t e l y made his morning . at her comment about running , he let out a quiet huff of laughter . ❝ i don’t run , ❞ he corrected gently . ❝ that feels unnecessarily aggressive b e f o r e sunrise . i stretch . yoga , mostly . it gives my brain something to focus on that isn’t . . . everything else . ❞ he shrugged . ❝ if i don’t move , the anxiety just sits in my chest all day . this way at least it feels . . . managed . ❞ his tone stayed light , but there was that familiar undercurrent of honesty threaded through it . he shrugged one shoulder . ❝ sleeping sounds lovely in theory . my brain just . . . prefers to host a w h o l e world summit meeting in there at four-thirty sharp instead . ❞ another bite of the donut , softer this time . ❝ so i walk . i think . i try to get ahead of the noise before it catches up . ❞ he glanced at her , amused again . ❝ and apparently , i mooch breakfast from receptionists on break . which feels like a very balanced lifestyle now that i think about it . ❞

"How is running unnecessarily aggressive?" Farraine asked, cocking an eyebrow at the statement. She listened a little longer and nodded. If she could understand anything, it would be needing silence or getting away from the noise, "Yeah, I guess that makes sense but I feel the time is more unnecessarily aggressive than anything else," she replied, "Hey, you should be careful. Not all receptionists are as kind about sharing their snacks as me."

#(( once you're happy || farraine elwyn ))#(( telling me everything i'm doing wrong || interactions ))#(( interactions || phaethon rhoades ))#(( interactions || farraine elwyn & phaethon rhoades ))

#(( hungry like the wolf || everett moore ))#(( ripped at every edge || reflection ))#bruise tw

Liriel’s mouth twitched, like she wanted to argue about the pancakes on principle… but the I don’t need another one landed heavier than she pretended it didn’t. She lifted both hands in surrender. “Okay, okay. No rumors. No interventions. I won’t accidentally start a civil war in the family group chat.” Her tone stayed light, but her eyes softened as she leaned in just a little. “I wasn’t trying to drag you into a feelings TED Talk or anything. I just… worry about you.” Then she bumped her shoulder against Farraine’s, gentle. “Also, you absolutely do not make the best pancakes. You make the best pancakes for someone who’s never met a whisk.” A beat, then she grinned. “Now stop doom-spiraling and eat your emotional support donut before I steal it again.”

Farraine sighed, guilt filling her up like a lead balloon, "I know but I'm okay, I promise," she replied. It was a lie. With everything Liriel didn't know about, it was a lie. But in the smaller scale of right now, she was okay. Maybe it wasn't... entirely a lie. She huffed, "You clearly haven't eaten enough of my pancakes," she paused, "You are not stealing my donut unless you like the use of your hands. Don't tempt me."

#(( once you're happy || farraine elwyn ))#(( telling me everything you're doing wrong || interactions ))#(( interactions || liriel elwyn ))#(( interactions || farraine elwyn & liriel elwyn ))

Liriel’s eyes followed his finger to the vending machine like it was a holy relic. “Provisions,” she echoed, deadpan. “God, you really are a pediatrician. You talk about snacks like they’re medicine.” She slid into the chair with a dramatic exhale, letting her forehead thud lightly against the desk for half a second before sitting up. “Okay. Rules: you digitize like a responsible adult, I digitize like a raccoon with a nursing license, and if I accidentally scan my own face, we pretend it never happened.” Then she glanced at him again, a little softer under the sarcasm. “Also… thanks. For not letting me pretend I’m fine when I’m clearly running on spite and caffeine.”

"Hey, having food can be a sound piece of medical advice, especially if you need to keep your energy up," Tanner protested but laughed, "Are you sure that is the best..." he stopped himself, "Right, rules. Got it," he smiled, "Well, just because I'm a pediatrician, doesn't mean I can't spot an adult in need of assistance too."

#(( here comes the sun || tanner fray ))#(( there are things i'd rather whisper || interactions ))#(( interactions || liriel elwyn ))#(( interactions || tanner fray & liriel elwyn ))

VALENSIA STARED AT HIM for a beat longer than socially necessary , like she was conducting a very serious , very scientific evaluation . ❝ hmm . ❞ she narrowed her eyes slightly , then pointed at his face . ❝ you look like you say things like ❛ statistically speaking ❜ in normal conversations . which means i trust your judgment at least . . . sixty percent . ❞ she sighed dramatically . ❝ something keeps going missing out of my purse . and before you a s k , no , it’s not money . i expect that to vanish . that’s just l i f e , ❞ she gestured vaguely to the open bag beside her . ❝ it’s my favorite lighter . pink . bedazzled . emotionally significant , if you will . ❞ her eyes flicked back up to him , assessing again . the posture , the tiredness , the authority he carried without trying . ❝ but , you totally look like a man who believes in o r d e r . systems . probably labels his pantry . ❞ a small , crooked smile . ❝ so tell me , doctor vibes , do i l o o k like someone who invites chaos , or does chaos just have a bad h a b i t of finding me ?? ❞ she paused , then added quickly , softer but still playful , ❝ also , i promise i’m not about to r o b you . you just looked . . . competent . and mildly concerned . i respect that . ❞

"I've probably said it a few times," Jon replied with a small laugh. The girl was interesting. She was rambling and she seemed to have a good read on people, him included, "Are you a psychic? How'd you know I'm a doctor?" he asked, curiously. When she asked her own question, he smiled but it saddened a little, "Chaos finds whoever it wants. You don't have to have a certain look about you. It's found me a time or two," he admitted.

#(( keep a little fire burning || jonathan henderson ))#(( mind our own histories || interactions ))#(( interactions || valensia hale ))#(( interactions || jonathan henderson & valensia hale ))

Lily’s smile softened, turning a little quieter at the edges. “Yeah,” she murmured, nodding like that landed somewhere tender. “Of course it is.” She let the silence sit for half a beat, then offered him a gentler look. “Then maybe your peace isn’t in the water right now. Maybe it’s in… choosing when you go back to it.” Her gaze flicked toward the pool, then back to him. “You don’t owe anyone access to you just because you share a tide.” A small, almost teasing exhale. “Besides… gyms are loud. Oceans are louder. If you ever need a place that’s just… neutral ground, let me know. I’m pretty good at finding it.”

Rix smiled, "You have gotten quite wise in your old age, Lilith," he teased, knowing that she was only a year older than he was, in reality. He nudged her gently, a sign of his gratitude, "Thank you, I appreciate that."

#(( you know you should not have survived that || hendrix reid ))#(( the language of waves || interactions ))#(( interactions || lilith aine ))#(( interactions || hendrix reid & lilith aine ))

ANEURIN CHUCKLED, TIRED BUT AMUSED, as he leaned back against the ranger station counter , and f o l d e d his arms across his chest . ❝ is this your villain origin story kicking in ?? ❞ he joked . ❝ but yeah , seriously , i swear they hear ❛ endangered ❜ and their brains translate it to ❛ free souvenir ❜ . i just don't get it . ❛ leave the park as you found it ❜ isn’t even that complicated . it’s literally : don't be an asshole . but , a p p a r e n t l y , that’s advanced coursework in this day and age , ❞ he exhaled and raised a brow . ❝ but listen , if you do snap , i'll cover for you . . . but i definitely wasn't on patrol that day , got it ?? ❞ he quipped back .

Ren snorted. If only the other knew how long people had thought he was a villain just because of who he was related to. He shook his head and turned his snort into a chuckle, like the other's, "I think there was worse reasons to become a villain," he eventually replied. He smiled and nodded, "Got it. Same goes for you, too. I wish we could make the penalty a bit more serious. Like, even if it's an accident, there should be a consequence. Not that it ever is an accident."

#(( love all the unloved things || rennyn krisra ))#(( the things people don't say || interactions ))#(( interactions || anuerin callaghan ))#(( interactions || rennyn krisra & anuerin callaghan ))

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