Clementine

Because in my world, I’m constantly, constantly havin’ a breakthrough (Hmm) Or a breakdown, or a blackout

[jazminephoenixtaylor]

Parties II Talinger

[jazminephoenixtaylor]

ericxsalinger‌:

His eyes danced down to Jazz’s hand and the man had to laugh. “Guess you don’t like this shade on me?” A joke, one he couldn’t contain but he liked how comfortable she was with helping rid it. He liked how comfortable he is with it. However, now that the anticipation of their first kiss was behind them Eric’s hand encircled her wrist and brought Jazz’s hand down and bent forward to kiss her lips again. “Suppose you’ll have to get used to this red on me.” he smiled against her mouth as he kissed once more. 

Eric, holding her by the wrist still, went to the sofa next to them and brought Jazz to join him. “I don’t know why I continue to let them get underneath my skin. There’s been time to adjust from the sting of it.” His finger rubbed underneath his lower lip; something he does while in contemplation mode. “But. Family.” he sighed and looked to her. “They’re a part of your world. Until they’re not.” He didn’t want to be such a Debbie Downer or Negative Nellie; unsure why those were with women’s names but he didn’t want to bring this into what they had right now.

Which was peace and quiet. Alone time

“Sorry.” He paused and laughed. “I know. I’m working on it.” he brought a hand up immediately to say he called himself out on it. “Do you want a drink? Something to eat? I can put a movie on.” Was he nervous? Oh boy…He was. He didn’t know what to do with himself now that it’s the two of them. Okay, that’s a flat out lie because he could think of things but he didn’t want her to feel like that’s all that’s on his mind. Not that he’d be against more kissing and whatever it may lead to. “I have some games, too.” Eric…come on! It’s not like you’ve never spent time with a woman before. And she’s into you, man! “Drinks. I’ll start with that. And I think I have popcorn.” He rubbed his hands along the sides of his thighs and looked at her. “I’ll admit. I’m nervous. I’m out of practice when it comes to having someone I’m into over. So…yeah. That’s…the….thing?”

How did he make her feel so vulnerable? She was wearing her war paint, one of her favorite wigs, her nicest dress, shoes so high that she was near Eric’s height, and jewelry that was intended to make her look rich and powerful. She was at her peak glamour form. With any other person, she would have let her lips drip with power. She would have tried to make them chase her just to know the thrill of knowing that she was wanted. She would have allowed them to think that they had her only to know that there were spells between the both of them.

But Eric… Eric was Eric.

A heartbeat like a bass drum deep in her chest beat softly but quickly in Jazz’s ears. She felt vulnerable there in front of him. She wanted to lean into his hand and let him take her to whatever worlds he felt like. Did he want to talk to her about his family all night? She’d grab a blanket, cover her leg, take a drink, and listen happily. Did he want to read her the work that he had been doing on his book? Did he want to talk about how the stars just kept drifting apart from each other? Did he want her to travel with him at all?

She couldn’t bring herself to ask those questions. She just wanted a single moment with him- a fairy tale to hold onto when things got harder.

As his fingers wrapped around her wrist she could feel the soft thud of his own heart in his fingertips against her wrist. Two hearts meeting privately. No asking of questions. Simply physically feeling what it would be like to be close.

She closed her eyes and for a moment allowed herself to fall into that world. Her toes scrunched up a little, her stomach fluttered, and her lips pressed softly against his. Her free hand went to his face where her thumb stroked his face.

She joined him on the couch before shaking her head, “They’re your family. Their opinion of you should hurt. We grew up begging for our parents to approve of us, and now your parents aren’t giving that approval that you actually deserve. Don’t apologize for telling me things. I like listening. I talk too damn much sometimes.”

She gently laughed as she watched him try to explain his nervousness. Carefully, she scooted closer before brushing her lips against his again, “Well, the good news is that... I would consider myself a bit of an expert when it comes to that.” The burn of the shots of vodka she had earlier began to race through her veins as she climbed into his lap. “Kiss me, Eric.” She looked into his eyes, and for a moment the façade of confidence fell as she whispered, “Make me feel what it’s like to have a real man hold me.”

[jazminephoenixtaylor]

Girl’s Night In II Closed

[jazminephoenixtaylor]

morganthorne-rp‌:

“Ohmygod!” Morgan shouted loudly as Jazz covered her face with her hands. “Finally!” Even though the Witch was trying to hide, the blonde could still see the blush on her friend’s cheeks. “I thought the two of you were taking pointers from Lilith and Owen there for a minute. Everyone could see the sexual tension.”

Joy bloomed inside Morgan’s chest. Lilith and Owen were together, she had Luke, and now Jazz and Eric seemed to be moving forward. Though a kiss wasn’t exactly a commitment, it was promising. And more than that, Jazz seemed to be crushing on the right kind of guy for a change. Morgan was sure that Eric wasn’t perfect; nobody was, but he was a good guy, and that’s what Jazz needed. Eric might be able to remind Jazz that she was worth real love and affection.

“I’m so fucking happy for you. Is Eric a good kisser? He has to be right? I mean, you wouldn’t be freaking out if he wasn’t. I can’t believe you didn’t text me immeditly! Though, I mean…I didn’t tell you about Luke so…I can’t be that mad. Aww, Jazz, this is great!”

Again, Morgan pulled her friend into a hug and kissed the top of her head. “So, so, so….let me see the song! Is the song ready? I want to hear it!”

Jazz’s blush turned red as Morgan pointed out Eric and her sexual tension. “I don’t know! I mean I am incredibly attracted to him. I mean have you seen how tall and handsome he is? It’s droolable!” She fanned herself with her own hand as she grinned cheekily. “I just... I don’t know.” She admitted before she dropped her fanning hand and shrugged. “He’s one of those guys who you don’t rush. He’s not a black leather jacket boy with black eyes and sweet promises. I just... I didn’t know if he’d ever see me the way that I saw him. But he kissed me! Which in any other situation would be meh. But it’s Eric! He kissed me!”

Normally, Jazz told Morgan and Lilith immediately about any relationship that she had started to get into, because at the end of the day she knew that the person on the other side didn’t mind. She knew that it wouldn’t last a long time, and so what did it matter even if she did defy the rules of the relationship? Maybe it’d push it closer to a collision, and she’d have a song from it.

But Eric wasn’t someone that she could ever forgive herself for destroying on purpose. She kept trying to tell herself that she didn’t care what came out of things. She’d tell herself that at least she’d end up with an album of songs about him. She couldn’t admit to herself that the chance of Eric felt so fleeting and gentle that she was too scared to lose or break it.

“He’s incredible. He’s so... gentle you know? He doesn’t have those bruising kisses. His kisses feel like... I don’t know.” She didn’t have the courage at the moment to admit that being in his arms felt like returning home. “I wanted to tell you! But you guys got so busy, and I didn’t feel like a text was proper for this! The song is mostly ready if you want to hear it. I need to alter it a little, but for the most part... it’s done. I really hope Eric likes it.”

[jazminephoenixtaylor]

Girl’s Night In II Closed

[jazminephoenixtaylor]

morganthorne-rp‌:

“Ooo,” Morgan said with a mischievous grin. “You’ll have to play it for me when it’s finished.” Still smiling, the Witch kicked off her shoes and threw her bag onto the floor. Most of the time when the group got together was either at the bar, Luke’s, Lilith’s, or Morgan’s townhouse, but that didn’t stop the blonde from walking into the old mansion like she had been inside it a thousand times before.

Flopping down on the bed, Morgan grinned up at Jazz. “I won’t pry, because I know you hate that…but I’m going to assume it’s about Eric until you tell me otherwise.” With a giggle, she took off her socks before throwing them at her friend. “Which reminds me…I saw you two sneak away that night that we were all forced to go to Cameron and Rosie’s housewarming party.”

Morgan hadn’t wanted to bring any unwanted attention to her friend and Eric, and so she had kept quiet about it until now. Jazz seemed petrified of making anything official about Eric, and the blonde could understand why. As lovely as Eric Salinger was, he wasn’t the kind of person that the Witch typically fell for. If Jazz wanted to take it slow, then Morgan wasn’t going to push her and maybe ruin a good thing.

“So….other than writing songs, what else has been going on?” The Witch sat up with a smile, crossing her legs, with an expectant look on her face. If there was anything Jazz and Morgan did best, it was gossip.

Seeing her friends inside her home reminded her of the days before her mother’s sudden passing away. Xavier became so cold and distant after the loss of Jenna. But before that Jenna and Xavier had considered themselves the parents of everyone inside of her friend group plus inside of Full Moon. There always seemed to be someone inside of her home before. Her friends visited all the time, and they simply walked through as if it was their home too- because it was theirs. Seeing Morgan plopping on the fluffy couch reminded her of times long ago and brought a warmth to her chest.

She blushed and collapsed next to Morgan. She tried to keep calm as she excitedly waited for Morgan to ask all of the right questions, and as always Morgan always knew the right questions and when to ask them. Morgan knew Jazz’s body language and the way that she talked better than anyone else.

“Well... the song is def about him. But... what’s more exciting is that... I can finally say there is something between us!” She pressed her hands together excitedly as she began to spill everything, “I wasn’t sure if he had feelings for me, because he’s the nervous type and I just... I didn’t know what was going on. Anyways! That night we were talking and he kissed me!” She practically squealed before she covered her reddening face.

[jazminephoenixtaylor]

Girl’s Night In II Closed

[jazminephoenixtaylor]

lilithblackwoodrp‌:

Things were finally falling back into place after the mess Oliver’s careless interview made in Lilith’s life for blowing up her cover in the music industry; it took the witch a couple of weeks to overcome her fears about the whole situation but she finally made a comeback and took back the control of her own life for her own sake and Owen’s because he had been suffering the effects of that situation. The brunette rushed around her bedroom as she put on her shirt and quickly tried to put on her shoes as she listened to Owen chuckle while he picked up his shirt from the floor and looked at her.

“Stop it…” She said trying to suppress a smile from coming out. Lilith, Jazz and Morgan had arranged to spend a girls’ night at Jazz’s home because it had been way too long since the last time the trio had the time to get together and talk, laugh and just spend some time alone; of course, the issue with Oliver’s interview forced the witch to push the date back as she was feeling vulnerable. But finally, after several weeks, it was all behind them. “You’re making me late, Jazz is going to kick my ass and your ass… and you have to go too.” She said but as Owen gave her a certain look; she couldn’t help but shake her head and blush.

“Okay, I’m leaving this room or you’ll never let me leave… See you tomorrow, don’t get in trouble.” She said and smiled at her boyfriend before walking over to kiss him quickly and finally running out of her home and into her car to drive up to Jazz’s home. It only took a couple of minutes before she was parking her car in her best friend’s porch. Grabbing her things, Lilith jumped out of the car and locked it as she walked towards the door and rang the bell only to be received by Jazz’s bright smile.

“It is!” She said as she hugged her before pulling back and walking inside, “I’m so sorry I’m late.” She said softly as she set her things down and saw Jazz’s guitar on the floor. “Oh are you going to let us listen to your new songs tonight?”

Everything seemed to work together to isolate Jazz. Though, she never said that to her friends. It just seemed that Eric was very busy with his book, Morgan and Luke were spending a lot of time together, Lilith had to hide away thanks to her dick ex, Owen was with her, and Wyatt seemed too busy to spend time with her either. Everyone had an excuse to not be around her, and she told herself that she understood. She told her therapist that she understood. She told her friends that she understood.

At first, she could take it. She focused on writing her music, but eventually the loneliness started to become depression that crushed her desire to write. She kept writing texts to send to her friends, but she couldn’t bring herself to bother them about her problems. They seemed so stupid compared to the things going on in her friend’s lives.

She started to want to reach out to other people. The flirting started again, and there were temptations from people with eyes as dark as the night sky. Yet every time she thought about it, she couldn’t bring herself to do that to Eric. She wasn’t sure what exactly they had, but she owed him some degree of loyalty. So flirting was as far as she went. Those little electric currents that kept her alive.

Until Lilith came out of her hiding and decided to perform. Jazz knew that she finally could get her friends together. She asked them for a girl’s night after Lilith performed, and both agreed.

Jazz threw herself wholeheartedly into that allowing herself some reprieve from the creeping depression, and it freed her enough for the song on her heart to start coming out in a way that made sense.

She walked with Lilith inside before shaking her head, “I don’t mind! We’re all busy. It makes sense! I’m just glad you’re here!” She turned to her guitar before smiling, “You know... maybe once it gets completely done. Though, there is one person who deserves to hear it first since it’s about that person.”

She began to walk to the kitchen with a wide smile, “Do you want a wine? Tell me about the performance! How did you feel?!”

[jazminephoenixtaylor]

Girl’s Night In II Closed

[jazminephoenixtaylor]

morganthorne-rp‌:

The time between Yule and Ostara was meant to be a peaceful period, and in a lot of ways, it had been. Time was marked by circles with the Full Moon Coven, date nights with Luke Blackwood, and weekends at the Blue Moon Bar with her friends. Yet, the Witch couldn’t help but feel like it had been one of the longest Winter’s of her life. The weather was unseasonably warm, toying with the natural rhythm of the seasons. Business at Thorne and Vine was slow, causing Morgan to feel trapped and irritated as she sat inside, organizing and reorganizing the same product.

Finally, as Spring began to inch closer, Morgan began to feel more normal. She’d started carrying at Tiger’s Eye stone in her pocket to help her with her annoyance and trying her best to meditate more often. Though today, as she closed up shop, she was happier than she’d been in weeks. Jazz had suggested a party, and the Witch was more than excited. Her best friend always hosted the best girl’s night.

With her spirits high, Morgan walked out to her Jeep and headed toward Jazz’s house that she shared with her father. The Witch would never say it out loud, but she was glad that Xavier was out of town. Since the death of his wife, he was withdrawn and depressed, which the Witch didn’t blame him for, but it was the way his attitude toward Jazz had suddenly changed that bothered Morgan the most. At circles, Morgan was forced to bite her tongue often when Xavier commented on Jazz’s clothing or her hair.

At a stoplight, Morgan quickly messaged Lilith and Jazz in the group chat, letting them know she was almost there. She also sent a quick text to Luke, who was planning on spending the evening with Owen and Wyatt. After the light turned green, Morgan sped up a bit, eager to get to her friend’s house and begin the night.

After pulling into the driveway and turning off her car, Morgan grabbed her bag from the backseat and happily walked up to the door, not needing to knock as Jazz had already opened the door.

“Oh my god,” Morgan said as she wrapped Jazz in a hug. “It feels like it’s been forever. Is Lilith here yet?”

Jazz pulled Morgan into the living room, and the blonde let out a contented sigh before noticing the guitar on the ground. “Are you writing a new song?”

Jazz tried not to let her father bother her during the long weeks when she didn’t have time to socialize too much with Morgan or Lilith. She kept telling herself it wasn’t his fault that he felt the way that he did.

He had lost the love his life after all those years together. They stole glances across their middle school classroom. He kissed her bruises and let her stay at his home. His grandmother held a shotgun to her father’s chest. High school they tied their souls together with the blessing of the Taylors and shotguns in the back to chase off the Brooks. With the tossing of her past, Jenna came to life, and the both of them climbed the ranks together. Jenna took the rein of the Full Moon coven after Xavier’s grandmother passed away.

After all of that together, Jazz couldn’t imagine having to continue to live life without that person. She tried to remind herself of the pain that he was in.

Yet the asides of, “Are you wearing that?”, “Can you wear your nice normal blonde wig instead of that?”, “Have you considered a more stable job?” started to eat away at the woman had always felt like her father had been the only parent to understand her.

A night away from him was much needed, and as Morgan wrapped her long arms around her Jazz couldn’t help but feel her soul melt. Finally in the arms of someone that understood her. She followed Morgan into her room before she blushed, “Yeah, I think it’s my first love song for someone special.” 

[jazminephoenixtaylor]

[jazminephoenixtaylor]

[jazminephoenixtaylor]

They take their shots, but we're bulletproof I know places And you know for me it's always you In the dead of night, you're eyes so green

[jazminephoenixtaylor]

[jazminephoenixtaylor]

Girl’s Night In II Closed

There was a song on Jazz’s heart that yearned to get out on paper. Her heart felt almost as if it could burst with things that she wanted to write, and there were pages in her notebook filled with little possibilities from a singular night. Things like, “reborn heart”, “sour apple eyes”, “my heart awoke gasping from your electric kiss”, and “hips like Jagger with two left feet” yearned to get out from paper into the air.

However, Jazz knew she didn’t have time to get the song she was working on finished.

After multiple weeks of the girls being busy with their lives, Jazz finally managed to get Morgan and Lilith to agree on a night to not only celebrate her birthday but to have a girl’s night.

And Jazmine Phoenix Taylor did not play when it came to Girl’s Nights. Glass mason jars were packed with special bath concoctions for each of her friends. She carefully prepared special foods with spells inside of them that they could all share through the night. She washed Morgan and Lilith’s pajamas that Jazz kept over in her house. She prepared the guest rooms for her best friends if they wanted to sleep by themselves.

Her father had to present a paper over in Alabama, so she had the house completely to herself.

She waited patiently for her friends in the living room with her guitar in her lap singing to herself, “Beautiful stranger, here you are in my arms and I know/ That beautiful strangers only come along to do me wrong/ And I hope, beautiful stranger, here you are in my arms...” But she paused as she heard a car door close.

Excitedly she ran to the door and swung it open, “It’s girl’s night!”

[jazminephoenixtaylor]

Parties II Talinger

[jazminephoenixtaylor]

ericxsalinger‌:

Eric meant to kiss her. It’d been on his mind for awhile now, especially since the night of their date. He thought of kissing her when they were in the library and at random points while at karaoke. He thought of kissing her when he first saw her tonight and it reached the point that after she spoke to him; understanding what he’d been feeling and thinking; that Eric couldn’t hold back. That the worry of how things could work between them; mainly the age gap, dropped and he gave in to something he wanted to share with her. His hand lowered and slid down her arm until it stopped at her elbow. “We can.” He kissed her again, not unable to stop himself even if he tried. 

Both of his hands went to find hers and gave them a squeeze. They were at a party and there were a couple people outside with them but he knew it was safe to do this here, that there was no risk of getting into trouble with it. Eric’s thumbs passed over the top of her hands and kept them snug within his own as he thought of where they’re to be. He visualized his living room and focused on it as their destination. With firm squeeze a tingle went across his entire body and a faint pop occurred as it took them from the party and to his house. “I guess that’s as close to running away as we’ll get.” he said to her, both of them seated on his sofa. “I’m glad to be away from that place. Nothing against Cameron or Rosie but I couldn’t stomach another party where my parents treat me like a leper.”

Tied in the lines of Jazz’s music were the secrets she wasn’t ready to say to anyone. It was okay if her persona said it. She could lie and say, “It’s all an exaggeration of a feeling.” Music let her get her feelings off her chest without having to have the hard conversations that came with those feelings. But there they were if someone looked hard enough.

I like the sad eyes, bad guys/ Mouth full of white lies/ Kiss me in the corridor/ But quick to tell me goodbye

After a while of scrubbing and screaming, Jazz became desperate for someone, anyone, to touch her. For anyone to make the singe burn a little different. She began to look for the kinds of people who didn’t really want anything serious. The people who wanted an idea of her. The girls who wanted one night with another girl to say they did it. The girls who wanted to believe that they could keep up with the fire, but she knew they really wanted the chance to just feel alive. The boys who would whisper dark secrets in the middle of the night, but then realize owning those secrets was too frightening. The boys who just wanted a piece of meat for a night.

She gave up on fairy tales long ago. She believed that her romantic life would always be public bathrooms with graffiti, basements filled with smoke, and late nights scrolling through her phone at 3am taking anything that was offered to her.

Eric felt like a new beginning.

A trail of goosebumps followed as Eric’s soft hand trailed down her shoulder to her sharp elbow, and the hairs on the back of her neck stood at attention as once again his soft lips brushed against her once again after promising to take her away from there. Deep in her chest a flower garden she let die long ago began to feel like spring was coming.

She would apologize to Morgan later, but at the moment Jazz couldn’t care about anything but Eric. She needed for the first time in her life to have that fairytale. She needed the chance to run away with the boy who had enchanted her from their first meeting. For so long she gave up on colorful dreams, and just this once she needed to follow the rising sun in her chest. She simply kept her eyes closed and allowed the tingle to take over her before she felt the small lurch as she felt the surface under her soften up quite a bit.

 “I guess that’s as close to running away as we’ll get.”

She opened her eyes, and she felt like the sun rising in her chest was going to burst through the smile that spread across her face. Of course he took them to his home. A place she knew and felt safe in. More importantly, it was a place that was private that Eric could stop having to pretend in. She could already tell the difference between the man at the party and the man in front of her.

As she noticed the red on his lips, she reached out and gently stroked his lips- still with that blinding smile. “I don’t blame you. It’s nice to just get away from everything. Now you’re away from all of that. It’s okay to relax now.” She leaned forward and softly brushed her lips against his cheek before saying, “I like how you look with my lip impressions on it” with a sharp teasing grin.

[jazminephoenixtaylor]

Happy Yule

I thought about giving you a painting but I thought this would mean a little more, you have to let me do your artwork when you become famous though.

Go get them, superstar. - Luke

[jazminephoenixtaylor]

Figured you could always use some guitar picks. 

-Owen

[jazminephoenixtaylor]

Happy Yule!

I was gone for a year, so I wanted to make it up to you! I hope you enjoy!

[jazminephoenixtaylor]

Happy Yule!

Thought you might like a new pendulum for the upcoming year. It's aqua aura! Love you bunches!!

-Morgan

[jazminephoenixtaylor]

Parties II Talinger

[jazminephoenixtaylor]

ericxsalinger‌:

She didn’t make him feel stupid or weak, which he didn’t think she would but that whole vulnerability thing at a party isn’t exactly something people did and typically found some way to brush it off. Jazz isn’t anything like anyone he’s talked to. From their first conversation on and when she didn’t just say a few words before changing the subject; instead going deep with the topic he sat there and listened to her. It was easy to do. She made it easy to do. 

Eric agreed with everything and felt this balloon inside his chest deflate just enough to ease some of that accumulating tension that threatened to make him pop at the most inopportune moment at the party and possibly worsening things for him. 

Jazz took the time to outline his palm, curious if she was doing this to soothe him or to get a read on him. Or because she wanted to touch him. 

There was a lot to say. A lot to share. A lot to just want to ask her if they could get out of here. Like she said before, people saw there were here so they did their part with showing up.

Instead of doing any of that Eric scooted to the edge of his seat and did what he should have done at the end of their date night. His thumb went over her fingers and he pulled at Jazz to come to him and as soon as she was within reach his other hand cupped her cheek and he kissed her. He kissed her and his thoughts, for once, didn’t try to talk him out of it. And you know what? It felt damn good to finally do, that maybe this should have been done the day they met they went for a walk to his house. Or when they were together during the snow in or how there were these mini moments that presented themselves as the perfect time. But maybe they weren’t. Maybe it took feeling like he’s the bottom of the barrel and to have someone who didn’t just see him, but understood, to snap him out of it. 

And as much as he tried to contain it, Eric smiled at the tail end of it while his hand squeezed hers.

As it seemed that Eric was thinking, Jazz quietly waited. Sometimes words took a long time to put together. She understood. She had been there before. She did not worry what he had to say, because she knew that he was a good man. He would be gentle if he felt that she had crossed the line, and she knew she could accept whatever boundaries that he needed to set with her.

She no longer had any expectation for them. She found herself caring less if he romantically liked her and more about getting to know this man in front of her. She did want him to romantically like her, but every time she saw those green eyes she wanted to dive into them like the ocean and see what was inside of them. She wanted him to drown under the waters inside of his mind.

Carefully with her finger with a seven on it, Jazz continued tracing his hand. She enjoyed the roads that the lines of his hand created. The long line that lead to nowhere that she had to trace back to. The longer line that started halfway between his thumb and forefinger that essentially divided his hand. She carefully touched the crowns of the hills of his palm. The warmth keeping her attention drawn.

When he began to scoot to the edge of his seat, Jazz’s dark eyebrow rose up, and she became more confused as he pulled at her hand. She did scoot to the edge of her seat, or as much as she could in her dress without flashing him.

Jazz melted into his hand as he cupped her cheek, and for the first time in her life she didn’t need him to push things. Because the way he held her face was so gentle that tears gathered in the corners of eyes. It was so foreign to have someone treat her like that. Usually it was angry pushes against walls, biting of lips, and bruising hips.

But this time it was a soft brushing of lips that smelled like whiskey. This time Jazz didn’t hungrily try to push him. Instead she pressed into the kiss just a little. The hand that wasn’t braced against the chair reached up and touched his shoulder just to make sure he was real- that this incredible man wanted to touch her. 

She pulled back a little as she felt his smile against her lips. She let her forehead sit against his as she asked, “Can we go some place else? Maybe your place? Can we just... run away? Just this once?”

[morganthorne-rp-deactivated2020]

Odd Man Out || A Mirror Lake Event Starter

[jazminephoenixtaylor]

morganthorne-rp‌:

“I mean if you got ‘em, flaunt 'em,” Morgan said with a laugh. “Though honestly, I keep worrying that they’re gonna fall out. Can you imagine? My mom would fucking die.” A broad grin spread over the Witch’s face, “Promise me you’ll let me know if my tit is about to bust out.”

Morgan knocked back another shot, as Jazz began to search through Cameron and Rosie’s cabinets. The Witch was actually a bit surprised that the couple hadn’t spelled any of the areas they wanted people to stay out of. Perhaps they hadn’t thought of it, or maybe they thought people wouldn’t dare comb through their belongings.

“Hah. It wouldn’t surprise me. Maybe Rosie’s got an entire bathtub full of blood, and she soaks in it. Maybe she’s drinking blood right now.” Turning to the wine cabinet, Morgan peered through a bit of the glass. “Maybe some of the bottles of red wine are actually blood.” Truthfully, Morgan, and Rosie didn’t interact that much. Cameron was much more of a pain in the ass for the Witch, as he’d been very vocal about Thorne and Vine and it’s acceptance of Mortals. All that Morgan knew about Rosie was that she was rich, beautiful, and had a bit of an anger problem.

Morgan linked her arm in Jazz’s, and the two exited the kitchen, taking a right and heading for the stairs. “I bet they have a body chute around here, and their basement has an acid pit.” Again, the blonde let out a giggle. “What if this party was just an elaborate hoax, and they’re gonna do an entire human sacrifice thing?”

At the top of the staircase, Morgan ran a hand through her blonde hair. “Oh…I forgot to tell you. Well, not really forgot, I just haven’t had the fucking time to talk to you. But…Luke and I are dating?” Morgan cocked her head to the side, realizing that she always seemed to phrase the status of their relationship as a question. Sometimes, she was still shocked that Luke wanted to be with her. “I mean, we are dating. We are a couple. This is a solid fact.”

“Oooh you’d be like Janet Jackson. Except you did it and not some stupid boy being dumb.” Jazz always felt like that story was tilted in such an unfair way to slut shame a black woman. As Morgan glared at her playfully, Jazz added, “I mean yeah your parents would be mortified, but if it makes you feel better, I feel like Wyatt would just fist fight anyone who looked. But I’ll let you know if I feel like your nip is about to make an appearance.”

As Morgan mentioned a bathtub full of blood, Jazz couldn’t get the image of Rosie with a wine glass in her hand in a bathtub full of blood with cucumbers on her eyes. It was a haunting image, but somehow Jazz could believe that Rosie could do that. Didn’t she have a reputation of fighting with people over petty things? “Oh god. Remind me to never drink any of their wine. At least we know that vodka is vodka right? Man they’re so creepy. They’re so weirdly right for each other.”

Jazz giggled as Morgan linked her arms with her. As always they fell into step with each other as Morgan joked about a body chute. “You know I wouldn’t put it past New Moon right? I will say one thing.” Jazz said before she stopped and moved her dress out of the way and then continued. “I am not about to die before I get my first album out. I will continue living straight up out of spite. I don’t care.”

As Morgan stopped and ran her hand through her hair, Jazz raised an eyebrow in concern, but then she squealed a little and threw her arms around Morgan, “Congrats!” She pulled back before asking, “When did this start? How did it start? I mean... you have to tell me everything. I know you’re dying to tell me, because you can’t tell Lilith about fucking her brother right?”