Oh Death

Lola Rai / 31 / Witch

[lola-rai]

Closed starter for @ivygravey​

“I’ve been told I’ve got thick hair,” Lola said as she sat in Ivy’s chair, looking at herself in the mirror. “Never really thought about anyone else’s hair so I guess it must be true? But yeah, I’ve never really known what to do with all of it.” She ran her fingers through her long, straight hair. Naturally it was pin straight but it took a curl alright when she bothered to do something with it, usually putting her wet hair up in pin curls and letting it dry like that. She was a low maintenance person. “I always have it up in a ponytail for work. Guess I could cut it but like I said, I don’t usually do anything drastic unless it’s an emergency.” Her mother loved long hair. Both her and Lys had hair almost down to their butts as children. The coven could never tell them apart which Lola liked-- it was funny, it made her feel more connected her to twin. “I’m rambling...” she muttered.

[lola-rai]

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what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone: Freddie's Dad

what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone:

what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone: Cigarette Daydreams - Cage the Elephant

my muse’s last text to your muse:

"I think it's a pretty fair assumption that you guys only own one tupperware. I also think you all share a toothbrush. "

[lola-rai]

# - for ezra pls

what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone: Ezra

what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone:

what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone: Dread In My Heart - Mother Mother

my muse’s last text to your muse:

"if you don't like her don't look at her it's a FROG. she won't be offended. much."

[lola-rai]

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what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone: Twinning 

what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone:

what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone: Stay Gold - First Aid Kit

my muse’s last text to your muse 

“Eliot left your guy’s tupperware over here I assume you guys only have one to split between the three of you so you’ll probably need it. Also answer my calls. 

[lola-rai]

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what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone: Momma Ivy 

what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone: 

what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone: Magazine - Heart

my muse’s last text to your muse

“I’m serious the first time I got my hair cut I was ten and it was only because I got a bunch of tree sap in my hair. My mom cried 🙄 “

[connectivitty-blog]

cell phone headcanons

send me “#” for cell phone headcanons about our muses including:                              - what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone                              - what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone                              - what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone                              - my muse’s last text to your muse

[lola-rai]

ezra-s·:

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It was too late. Or early depending on the situation. Being rudely woken by a series of loud text messages, Ezra would say too early. His sleep cycle was fucked since forever and that had not been rectified since landing in the city that never sleeps, but settled in bed he was as sleep began to lull him into a dreamless bliss. It would’ve carried on like that if his phone hadn’t buzzed. Years on the road had turned him into both a heavy and a light sleeper, traffic and other such white noise was easy to ignore, but phone buzzing right under his ear was a touch harder to maintain sleep. Blinking to adjust to the harsh phone light and pushing himself to a state of semi-awareness, Ezra frowned as he took in the time that was displayed, but seeing the messages that he received, well, sleep was already out the door.

And it was go from there. The ’you up?“ made him laugh, but the address that followed pulled him out of bed, shake off the grogginess and move quietly through the, thankfully, still silent apartment and into his car. There were multiple attempts to start a proper conversation with Lola but they were deleted before he could hit send, all sounded so foolish. He wasn’t sure why so much thought went into that and little into this, he wasn’t that clueless as to what this was, but as he started his car, he supposed this was the better way. At least he would get to see her. 

What a time for nerves to fail, right as he pulled up to the location, but second guessing was a second too late. Though he remained seated for a while longer, eventually he stepped out pulling out his phone and shot her a quick text ’im here’ followed by a ‘im hoping this is not a prank' 

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She turned the key on the lock to her apartment. Stepping inside she was greeted by her hoard of plants, taking a long deep breath of fresh air. Night didn’t change the fact that New York city’s air reeked. Lola pulled at her ponytail letting her hair fall to her shoulders. She checked her phone for the first time since she sent the text to Ezra. Nothing. She felt her jaw clench but then a reply popped up. Her brows raised and eyes went wide realizing Ezra was already here. Alright... she thought to herself feeling... flattered. ‘I buzzed you in’ she texted back right as she hit the button right next to her door to let him inside. 

About a minute later there was a knock at the door. “Well,” she said as soon as she opened up. “That was fast. I haven’t even had time to shower.” She was still wearing her dark green scrubs which thankfully weren’t as messy as they could be. There were showers at work but the idea of sharing a shower with her coworkers sounded so depressing. Besides all her nice body washes were here in her apartment. She turned around and walked into her apartment leaving the door open for Ezra to step inside. “Make yourself at home. Don’t touch my plants,” she said. 

Lola set her bag down in the kitchen behind the counter, watching to see what Ezra would do. What he might say about her tiny one bedroom apartment, the large windowsill that took up most of the wall covered in plants. Plants hung from the ceiling as well and climbed the walls. There was a coffee table in front of her couch that was bare, perhaps the only surface in the living room not covered with foliage. Mint’s enclosure was nestled in a corner, partially hidden by more plants. Who is this? Lola heard her familiar’s voice in her head. He’s cuter than the last guy you brought over. Are you finally developing good taste in men?

[lola-rai]

nascanturflores·:

She loved her job, but it was a day like today where Jilynn wondered if she should tap into her Aura Reading abilities more. The Coven had succeeded in breaking the spell that had surrounded the castle, but just a little too late. There was a shadow cast over everyone in attendance, especially those that had been locked away inside. Her book on Aura Therapy was being absorbed intently when the bell of the door alerted her of a customer. “Hi there–can I help you with anything today?” Smiling, Jilynn let the book fall shut, ready to assist at the question. “Yes, of course. I have some in the back in various sizes depending on what you’re purchasing. Fertilizer too.”

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“Oh, good,” Lola said the surprise obvious on her face. “Lots of times places like this just have dead flowers,” she nodded towards a table of beautiful bouquets. She considered what sort of plant she wanted. “I know I don’t want a succulent. Got too many of them already. Tends to happen when they’re so easy to propagate.” She thought another moment. “Maybe a Rattlesnake plant? Honestly I never buy plants with a plan. I sort of purchase whatever I think is pretty then research. Hasn’t failed me yet.” Except in the early years where she struggled how to care for plants in a dingy dorm room but the woman didn’t need to know about that. 

[lola-rai]

blueeyedbrycen·:

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Brycen himself new exactly what it was like working in a place that seemed gross. He was either covered in blood or things he didn’t want to be covered in. Lola just happened to be covered in animal stuff. It was funny though to think they both had jobs that were similar but not the same. Brycen only ever trusted Lola with Freddie so he would only ever bring him to her, but he also thought Lola was a wonderful person. “Oh come on Lola you know you’re cute and I also know I’m gay. But just because I’m gay doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate a cute women like yourself.’ the wolf laughed a little bit. “Of course it was for you. I don’t really know many people here.”

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“So you’re gay and I’m cute?” She said with a snort. “What a pair we make.” She approached him and took the coffee from his hands, taking a slight sip. “Mm, this is nice. Dark and rich. Clearly not Folgers or some shit.” She took another sip of her coffee. “You’d probably know more people here if you didn’t insist Freddie see me every time. You know I don’t even like dogs that much right? I mean Freddie is okay,” she said with a shrug. “At least when he jumps on me it doesn’t knock me to the floor like Boris.” It was funny to think there were so many dogs in that apartment. Between the four legged and two legged ones. “Walk with me,” she told Brycen as they started down the hallway. There really wasn’t an area to hang out besides the staff lounge but Lola found it depressing. She wasn’t sure if it was the fluorescent lights or being forced to hang out with her coworkers but she avoided it at all costs, usually spending her breaks walking about or running to grab coffee somewhere quick. “What’s new with you?”

[nyraxodeyer]

Incorrect Quotes » Ezra & Lola

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Practical Magic (1998) dir. Griffin Dunne

[waterfairyx]

@lola-rai

[lola-rai]

Closed starter for @ezra-s​

Lola stared at her phone. Her shift at the animal hospital would be over in about five minutes but the clock wasn’t what she was focused on. It was the text conversation between her and Ezra which admittedly wasn’t really a conversation. Just them confirming that they had each other’s number. He’d asked if he could message her for personal reasons but so far nothing. Which bothered her. Why did it bother her? It was becoming clear she was going to have to swallow her pride when it came to Ezra. 

Lola let out a huff as she picked up her phone and texted him, ‘you up?’ send. Lola immediately dropped her phone on the desk and covered her face with her hands groaning. “I’m such a fuckboy” she said into her hands before dragging them along her face. She caught eyes with a fellow vet tech. Lola just stared back at them till they were forced to look away. She looked at her phone again and saw her shift was over. Before clocking out she picked up her phone again and texted Ezra her address. With that she started her commute back home, her thoughts ping-ponging between Ezra and not wanting to think about Ezra.

[lola-rai]

ezra-s·:

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Ezra smiled wider at that, dimples on full display, “You think I have a nice smile?” He thought she had a nice smile but that wasn’t what came out, instead he teased her about it, “Is this another one of those rare compliments I have to treasure? I have two from you so far.” Both were do with appearance— smile and outfit, but both made him feel good when she said it.

Eyes were still on her when she spoke, was it relief he saw or something else? Or had he hoped it was something else. When she agreed and said she didn’t want it, he knew he had deluded himself into something that probably had no real chance of happening, and he wasn’t just thinking about the dinner that would never come to fruition, the thought of them…would just be a thought now. “Yeah…” It was half-hearted, but it was probably best to agree too. “See, this just proves my point that we chose our own people,” he said, but realising his thoughts had snuck into that statement, he hurriedly kept talking, “Instead of fate, I mean. The soul mate thing…it’s like I said…yeah I’ll stop.”

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“Maybe if you’re lucky you’ll get a third,” she told him. It was strange. When they met it had been hard for her not to look at him like... well like a street rat-- what with the pickpocketing and trying to act all smooth. The problem was he was smooth in his own right, at the very least charming. Unless that was just her? Lola had a thing for guys who were a bit scummy. In college it was almost a game, finding the most obnoxious guy at the bar and taking him home just to break him. But it was impossible for her to deny that she was attracted to that. For some reason. Not daddy issues (she didn’t have a dad). Definitely not mommy issues (those issues made her see red not hearts).

He sounded disappointed. Which just solidified Lola’s own disappointment. She scratched her temple, as if trying to scratch away the thought: oh my God I’m attracted to him. Maybe not so much that she wanted them to be soulmates... not that soulmates existed. “No,” she pipped up, “I mean-- I agree. With you. About soulmates. Not-soulmates.” She looked down at his feet, feeling less and less like an adult woman and more and more like a teenage girl at her first dance. Which was extra harrowing because she never even been to a school dance. “Um...” She hummed before remembering she didn’t owe him anything. Well, maybe one thing. She managed to swipe a piece of paper and a pen from a nearby table. “Here is my number. In case you get one phone call.” She added trying to play it cool. 

[lola-rai]

rohan-persaud·:

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Rohan gave a joking, scoffing laugh, shaking his head. “Think of me like the spam filter of the dead. How would you feel if you had to spend eternity flickering lights at sleepovers and answering whether or not Jason from History had a crush on Sarah H.?” He gave a joking roll of his eyes, wrinkling up his nose. “I mean, I guess I’ve been gifted with the ability to be a voice for the voiceless. Sometimes the voice says ‘shut up and leave me alone,’” he explained, spinning in something of a half-circle as he searched about for a lighter. It revealed itself in a kitchen drawer only a few seconds later, and he used to strike up some of the candles he had dumped nearby.

“I mean, I’m probably not any shrewder at it. Like I said, not clairvoyant. I’m lucky if I can see something right in front of my face most days, much less the future. That said, sometimes the cards tell us what we already know. Or are pretending we don’t, yeah?” Bringing the candles along with him, he settled down easily and placed them on the tabletop.

He smiled. “My human friends just want to play with the spirit board.” He glanced over his shoulder. “And one them thought it would be funny to use my scrying mirror to summon up Bloody Mary. And then who would have to deal with her when she tried to drag them back through? Me. That’s who.” This seemed to be at least a partial joke. “Come. Let’s breathe. And then you can think of the question and cut the deck, hm?”

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“Sounds terrible,” Lola agreed. “Makes me glad I never had any friends.” Not that she’d been crying about it before. Growing up she’d been surrounded by the coven, a group which had been poisoned for her the day Lys left. After that she just wanted to get out, finally finding freedom at nineteen. And all she lost was her abilities. Not that she minded at all. She could still communicate with Mint which was all she really cared about. Lola chuckled, “You know... I never thought about it that way. Maybe because the ghosts of Salem were so damn loud. Not that I blame them. I wouldn’t shut up either if I was pressed to death. Making an unlawful death everyone’s problem sounds fair. Well-- my problem. Not like anyone else could hear them.” She watched him begin to set up, finding it amusing the same way she found most of Rohan’s antics amusing. 

Lola laughed loudly. “I would have let Mary take them. You mess with a bull you get the horns.” She sipped at her wine. “But I’m not as nice as you,” she said with a smirk. Lola leaned forward to watch him work, now a touch curious. Rohan seemed to use a mix of the more non-magical human practices and actual historic magic. Lola might not have liked the coven but she still payed attention to her mother’s lesions. Rituals passed down through generations kept secret by the coven’s members. She gave him a quiet nod before shutting her eyes and taking a few deep breaths. She could feel the warmth of the candle flames against her face. “Okay,” she said before opening her eyes. “I have my question.... Will I achieve my ultimate goal?”

[lola-rai]

eliot-isayev·:

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Eliot rolls his eyes, “my brain is unstrained, and it never will be, thank you very much” which is why he rambles so much, probably, like a pot full of cooked pasta and pasta water, which is sustenance. “No promises. Making things weird is kinda my thing. Not that I try to make things weird. It just happens around me.” And really, that’s not exactly his problem people are weirded out by him. If he actually cared what people thought of him, he wouldn’t be able to go about his day. Though he does like the sound of scar buddies, so he will stick with that name. “Yeah, it’s pretty cool. I’m not great with potted plants, but I can deal with like, crops.” He worked at some orchards and farms through his wandering years. It was pretty fun, especially running the big machines. But he doubts he is any good at growing plants like Lola. For one thing, he never bothered with getting a potted plant. Difficult to have those when you are constantly on the move. 

“Exactly. Braincells for cooking, building and fixing things, driving, y’know, useful things.” Eliot deflects her teasing (or maybe it’s an insult, who knows) with a casual shrug. He knows he isn’t exactly the smartest person he knows. That title goes to Lola, Brycen and Nolan, probably. He is comfortable with that, to be honest. It’s disarming, and he would rather people think of him as a big dumb guy than a big scary guy. He grabs a pot and starts heating up the chili, while the nacho is getting heated in a pan. Microwaving nachos– nobody wants that soggy, sticky mess. “Eh. People are weird about injuries. Lys and Bry were freaked out, like this is my first rodeo gettin’ fucked up. At least they’re worried ‘cause they care but, other times I just don’t bring it up unless it comes up,” he snorts, jogging over to the couch to grab his shot. “But I’m glad you’re healed. Here’s to your health, huh.” He raises the glass and downs the drink. “So, who was that fucker, anyway?”

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“.... I can’t tell if your life is bliss or a waking nightmare.” She shook her head, chuckling. Eliot was strange-- though she figured as much when she realized he was a witch who preferred werewolves. She herself was a witch who preferred... well no one-- but she didn’t really like witches much either. But Eliot might as well be a werewolf which made Lola wonder why he wasn’t one. He could trade his magic for fur and claws anytime he wanted and yet he didn’t. “Crops?” Lola repeated raising her brow. “I didn’t pin you down as a farmer.” God he really was strange. But endearing. At least he was never empty handed. Lola was pretty sure every time they met up he had something to offer-- usually booze.  

“I actually can’t argue those aren’t all useful,” Lola admitted. “Better than having braincells for the stock market or micromanaging.” She knew she was smart but was careful about considering herself the smartest person in the room (present company excluded). Confidence was like a drug. At the proper dosage it could work wonders, but mess up the ratio and someone could find themselves down a path of destruction and death. “Brycen has certainly seen much worse injuries I don’t know why he would be worried,” she stated rolling her eyes. “Lys...” She wasn’t sure what Lys’ relationship was with Eliot. Roommates sure, but calling them friends felt like she was acting dumb. “Lys wants to protect the people he loves. He’s always been that way. One of the reasons everyone wanted him to be Supreme.” 

Lola was happy to down her shot-- especially after stumbling into a conversation about her and Lysander’s pass. But of course Eliot had to make it worse. Lola huffed as she poured herself another shot. “He was a jerk. What else is there to say?” She downed her shot, this time wincing a little as the drink burned her throat and eyes. “Fuck,” she coughed, “did you use paint thinner?”

[lola-rai]

closed starter for @nascanturflores​

Lola stepped into the florists, drawn in by the shop’s interesting title. The Poison Room didn’t sound especially romantic or welcoming-- unless you were Lola. On her windowsill amongst her aloe and snake plant was wolfsbane and hemlock. Though plenty of seemingly normal plants were poisonous if consumed. No one ever considered the mistletoe above their heads would cause them to become embarrassingly sick. Not so bad it could kill but not exactly a fun time. 

Lola was quick to wave down a woman who appeared to work there. “Excuse me, do you have any potted plants?” Bouquets were of no interest to her. If she wanted to watch a plant die she’d invest in an orchid. “Oh or any fertilizer? For indoor plants,” she clarified.

[lola-rai]

waterfairyx·:

“Not even your supreme?” Alara raised a brow, settling a smirk on her lips as she gives a small shrug. “Just FYI, it’s fine if you don’t. The way I see it… As long as you don’t openly disrespect her, or go against her… Then you can feel whatever you want about having a commander and chief. Bias moment, though? Logan works and she works hard, she’s done more for this coven in the last year than anyone ever has.” Another shrug, Alara’s way of showing Lola she understands that not everyone is going to agree, but it was and still is, her own personal belief. 

“Half of me wants to argue that there must be plenty of singles here who want a hook up and nothing more. The other half of me wants to argue that if someone ends up wanting a round two with you, then you should take the compliment, and or the flowers, and then tell them to fuck off.” Alara chuckled. “… Then, he isn’t here?” Tilting her head, her brown eyes narrow now the conversation is about her and her… “Mr good dick? You did not just say that.” A snort of laughter as she shakes her head and relents into a sigh. “If he isn’t here… I’ll change into my red dress. That way, people assume I’m in a relationship and will leave me alone to enjoy my weekend.” She nods, confirming, without actually saying the words: she wasn’t interested in finding anyone else. 

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Lola pursed her lips. Talking she knew, was a dangerous game. Words could never be taken back, once something was said it was out there forever. The truth was she didn’t give a damn about Logan. Not anymore or any less than she cared about any of the other witches in the coven. She wasn’t special. Lola saw what a future supreme was supposed to be with her brother. And she saw what a failure he ultimately was. “I don’t like to rock the boat,” she said finally. “Logan is the supreme. She graciously allowed me into the coven. That’s that.” She shrugged. “Not like I’d ever want her job.” That certainly was true. A bunch of witches all looking to her for guidance? No thanks. 

Lola chuckled, “well he’s got to have a good dick if you’re planning to sleep with him right? Or at least acts like he’s got a good dick.” Lola tilted her head at Alara’s reply, surprised by how quickly she went from chatting openly about hookups to not wanting anyone else but this Mr.... Mystery Man. “You know once you change your outfit he’ll appear out of nowhere. That’s always how things go.” She sighed, “I dunno, the first time is a surprise. Second time is just... the same thing maybe with a few edits?” It was obvious from her voice she didn’t even know what a round two was truly like. “I guess I just don’t want to be accused of leading anyone on.”