✧ 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓏𝑒𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓊𝓈 ✧

what a strange i l l u s i o n it is to suppose beauty is goodness lorelai aranza hastings. xxvii. witch. water & illusions marketing associate

[lorelaihastings]

COLLYMORE, ARTHUR

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Arthur initially reeled their head back with an offended gasp as Lorelai leaned in from the top bunk. “Our enemy? My God, you speak as if we’re still in The War!” They swallowed hard and mustered some semblance of courage, pushing themselves forward and beginning to wag a finger. “N-Now you listen here. Qui- Ms.Sinclair is anything but an enemy and I will not be having anyone in this team speaking ill of her or so help me-“ The vampire suddenly bit their tongue and clasped a hand over their mouth. Arthur already made an enemy of one Hastings, they didn’t need another. “Did you hear the rest of it? Wonderful cast of wildcards. That’s what I said. Was that not flattering enough?” They forced a deep breath, trying to regain their composure. “I had little choice but to come and enjoy what little times of peace we have left. Good ‘ol sports and comradery. You act like a participation ribbon is so bad. Being a part of something is a challenge in itself. Trying deserves a reward.”

~ • ≈ ♆ ≈ • ~

“ We’re supernatural, aren’t we always at war ? ” At a finger being wagged in her direction, Lorelai nearly laughed. They didn’t scare her. “ Ms. Sinclair ? ”  She had little interest in identifying the other person in the conversation after she’d heard Arthur’s words, as the woman clearly was not on their team. Eyebrows raised in fresh interest. “ And who exactly is this Miss Sinclair to you if you must defend her so honorably ? ” Wonderful cast of wildcards. No, she’d stormed off before she could catch that bit. “...  A wildcard, hm ? ” she repeated a moment or two later, ego now stroked. “ I suppose I do enjoy being underestimated. ” A loud scoff followed immediately after. “ A participation ribbon ? I’ve thrown any in the trash since I was a child. Hasn’t anyone ever told you trying doesn’t matter unless you win ? ”

[casshoward]

[lorelaihastings]

@thevanbellamy

[lorelaihastings]

WELLWORTH, CECILIA​

Cecilia had so far at least introduced herself to a few people, a success in her books, but it didn’t take long for her to spot a familiar face. Even though it was only familiar because they just seemed to like going to all the same places. “These are your siblings, aren’t they?” she asked once she stepped closer, pointing out the twins. “Well I can’t say I know much about you but at least your family seems to have good tastes,” she shrugged and took a sip of her martini. 

~ • ≈ ♆ ≈ • ~

The barely restrained urge to roll her eyes thankfully passed with a deep inhale through her nostrils. Cecilia had not done anything to Lorelai personally, but they hadn’t exactly hit it off either, and first impressions were life or death in Lorelai’s books. “ Yes, unless there’s another pair of Hastings I don’t know about, ” she quipped with a saccharine smile. Not know much about her ? Was she implying Lorelai was a nobody ? “ That we do. ” In fashion, at least. “ I can’t say I know much about you or your family. Any siblings running around in coordinated clothing ? ”

[lorelaihastings]

BELLAMY, VANESSA 

Location: Lorelai’s Apartment

Status: Closed ( @lorelaihastings​ )

Time: June 5th

“I’m sorry but I am so glad to be an only child.” Vanessa sighed as she leaned back in the dining chair, comfortably coiling a hair around a finger. “Siblings sound so exhausting. Like, I don’t know how you do it.” Yesterday was the Hastings twins birthday and Vanessa wasn’t able to attend, having just returned from a photoshoot the morning after. Of course the plan ride home was exhausting but she had a sixth sense that Lorelai needed some company. Just a feeling to expect after knowing someone as well as Vanessa knew her after all of these years. “Hell, Lore, let’s make today a spa day, your day. It’s hella short notice but I can find a bigger ballroom if you want. Make it shiny.”

~ • ≈ ♆ ≈ • ~

“ I can’t say I envy you. ” The truth was that, despite being the youngest of four, Lorelai often felt alone. They’d all abandoned her for years, after all. Not that they seemed to remember. “ Maintaining our family’s reputation when I’m the only one who cares is exhausting, certainly, ” Lorelai admitted, her remark followed by a long, drawn out sigh. “ I missed you at the party. We could have coordinated outfits. You would’ve looked like a delicious nightmare in black satin. ” Her sulky demeanor began lightening at once after Vanessa’s idea. “ A spa day ? A Lorelai day ? Ooh, you have piqued my interest, my dearest partner in crime. What do you have in mind ? Manicures ? Massages ? Brunch ? ”

[lorelaihastings]

where: adler hotel grand ballroom when: june 4, 2021 who: @lucianhastings

     The last thing Lorelai has planned for the night’s agenda is to interact with her brother, especially after she’d all but slammed the door in his face when he showed up at her and Jay’s apartment last. Despite herself, Lorelai would be a fool if she didn’t notice the telltale signs (even from a distance, even after a decade) of a Lucian Hastings Post Crisis ™ look. Even as she crosses the ballroom to him, she convinces herself it’s out of concern he’ll do something to embarrass the family or coven (as if they aren’t the same thing these days). Certainly not sympathy for her long lost best friend, of course not. Still, her tone is decidedly less icy as she greets him. “ Lucian... Are you doing alright ? ” An open-ended question would have been better, but it’s better than outright asking why he looks like such a wreck this early in the evening. 

[lorelaihastings]

[lorelaihastings]

SANCHEZ-WILSON, JAYLIN

Location: Bonfire When: Friday With:@lorelaihastings​

Jay tentatively made their way over to Lorelai with s’mores in their hand. “I know, when you got hit hard with the dodgeball, I pointed to someone else on my team. But, that was a lie,” they blurted out before holding out their peace offering; the s’more they made for her. “I panicked and pointed at someone else,” they offered a grimace on their lips, “it wasn’t supposed to hit you that hard.”

“ You lied to me ? ”  Lorelai questioned, processing the information with an incredulous look on her face. “ I can’t believe you ! ” Perhaps she looked ready to strike, but her lips pursed instead, a glimmer of amusement in her gaze. “ I really didn’t think you had any cutthroat tendencies at all, and you absolutely owe me, but I’m... almost impressed. ” She took the s’more from their hand. “ This will suffice, but I want lunch at that café with the instagram-able latte art. ” 

[mansongrl]

[lorelaihastings]

COLLYMORE, ARTHUR 

Location: Cabin 5

Status: Closed ( @lorelaihastings​ )

Time: Day 2 / Before Breakfast

It was hard to pinpoint the exact moment the Summer Retreat went wrong for Arthur Alexander Collymore but it had become Hell on Earth for the vampire.  First its the cabins in the middle of nowhere. There’s no route out or any contact with civilization for miles but almost everyone insists that they’re just being paranoid. Okay, fair enough. Arthur can get past that. But then it’s Leonardo Hastings with that stupid doodle napkin from months ago and his ridiculous mind games. Then it’s Quinn Sinclair appearing out of nowhere once again and the awkward dance around the subject: which one of us is human, which one of us is lying and why the hell are you here. Then it’s Logan Hastings dragging them through all five stages of heartbreak all over again with the Hastings Break Up Playlist Karaoke. ‘Sing, Arthur! SING!’ 

And all of this on Day One. What the fuck.

Just when Arthur thought that maybe God will give them a break on Day Two, they were proven wrong immediately. Just before 8 am to be exact. “…Lorelai, you can’t be serious.” The paramedic looked up at the witch from their bottom bunk bed, propped up on their elbows with a face full of disbelief. “You’re telling me you’ve been this competitive because of an off hand comment?” ‘Team Pink, I think. I’m sure your team has more chances of scoring a trophy. The odds are not in our favor.’ Arthur said that thinking their conversation with Quinn was in a secluded area but it appeared that they were wrong. Eyes and ears all over this camp it seemed! “I apologize for the offense, but this is a little extreme; don’t you think?”

Lorelai leaned over her top bunk to glare at the person below her. “ I am always serious. ” In truth, she had very little interest in being involved in some childish Hunter games for adults who clearly never got over their adolescent summer camp phase. Still, people had been betting against Lorelai for her entire life, and hearing Arthur announce so easily that they were worthless ? She’d carry the team to victory in on of these events if she had to carry them on her own back. “ Don’t you think it’s a little extreme to meet with our enemy in private and let them know you have no confidence in your own team ? Why are you even here, then, Arthur ? For the participation ribbon ? ”

[lorelaihastings]

WINTERS, NIA 

Location: Archery Competition

Open

@darkesthourstarters​

Nia was excited to get to let loose and be the competitive woman that her life and upbringing had caused her to be. She stood waiting to start the archery competition, her face as serious as can be because she was definitely ready to kick some ass. “Not to brag, but I think I can win this. I took archery as an elective in college, and I was top of my class. My trick is to imagine someone I hate and I hit the bullseye every time. I call it therapy for the therapist,” she joked. 

~ • ≈ ♆ ≈ • ~

Lorelai held a vague memory of attempting to convince Lucian to take her on his archery superhero quest once, but other than, hadn’t the slightest idea how to properly shoot an arrow. This stranger’s proficiency left her ... lacking, a feeling she tried to rid at all moments. Still, she plastered on a smile. “ What an idea. Are you a therapist or do you imagine targeting your own therapist ? ”

[lorelaihastings]

RICHARDSON, MAX 

where: camp grounds

who: OPEN @darkesthourstarters​

when: day one: morning hours 

Reality set in when the portals brought them to the camp grounds. It was surely lovely, but Max had his mind consumed with other things at the moment  The loss of his device for the weekend took forefront. “Did they really just take away out phones? Is this high school?” He felt like he had heard rumours of the stringent measures in passing conversation leading up to the event, which obviously went in one ear and came out the other. “I don’t know if I can do this,” Max sighed, for what felt like the hundredth time. “No one said anything about taking away our phones,” he whined. A whole weekend without the device was going to be torture. “Just leave me here let me wither away into nothingness.” In true Max fashion, the vampire collapsed to the ground and laid there just aimlessly staring up at the sky. 

~ • ≈ ♆ ≈ • ~

Lorelai sat on the ground, a luxury beach towel between her and the grass. “ Did they send out a memo about no electronics ? I wouldn’t have even brought a device if I had known in the first place. ” Her passcode was airtight, but that didn’t mean she wanted anyone’s greasy fingerprints all over her screen trying to to get in. Still, she remembered to offer an entertained smile towards the other. “ I can’t let you wither away. Ms. Kaplan would have my head on a silver platter if I didn’t force you to stick around for... rock climbing ? Fort building ? I’ve yet to see an itinerary... ”

[lorelaihastings]

MICHAELS, ALDEN 

location: Central Park

status: open

time: afternoon

@darkesthourstarters​

Alden had been working a case that had kept him up at night with the details, the evidence and the witness statements not leading to much. The one thing he hated in his line of work was when a trial ran cold, and especially when the evidence wasn’t forthcoming with much of a lead. To clear his head, he went out for a run. He pushed himself physically, running until exhaustion hit before he had to rest on one of the benches. Somehow that rest turned into him laying down on the bench and before long the sleep that eluded him before came in the most random of places. Unluckily for him it wasn’t even a restful sleep. It was one where memories that he should have had nine years ago haunted him far too late. It was a sleep that where bits and pieces of a past life he was trying to cling to without success, jarring him awake as he sat straight up unsure where he was for a moment. The park began to filter back into his view and someone was close. He looked up to meet their gaze. “Damn, please tell me you didn’t just see me having a nightmarish nap on a park bench?” he asked hopefully. 

~ • ≈ ♆ ≈ • ~

Lorelai didn’t particularly make a habit out of keeping in touch with anyone from her childhood, other than her own siblings, Jay, and her other best friend. Still, the man asleep on the bench she’d sat beside did look slightly familiar. The young marketing associate hadn’t meant to stare at him, as she’d planned to sit on the adjacent bench of her own accord first, but she couldn’t help sneaking glances as she sipped her chai latte. Was he one of the randoms Logan hooked up with in the past ? With a disgusted shake of her head, she decide it was best not to ask if he awoke. She’d meant to look away after that decision, but his nap looked anything but restful. Before she could debate whether to wake the unfortunate soul, he’d woken of his own accord, catching her staring. “ Oh, I -- ” Lorelai offered a briefly apologetic smile. “ I’d hate to lie to you. Do you usually have such unpleasant naps in broad daylight ? ” 

[jujuhelpsrps]

[lorelaihastings]

SANCHEZ-WILSON, JAYLIN

***

Jay made a face at her comment about her squeezing the pair of boobs before plopping to the floor, “Aren’t they supposed to pop? Kind of want to sue someone if it does,” she wasn’t completely serious about the last part. They continue to squeeze the ball, half out of how anxious she was and the other half wondering if she could pop it. “I’m not sure, it would be cool if they did. We’d have to get out of here to ask though,” she trailed off before letting herself fall back, laying there on the floor of the bouncy boob house. “I feel bad that you postponed your date for this,” for their impromptu exposure therapy. She knows her therapist will have a few thoughts about this. The first being that she should’ve done this with a professional, aka the therapist. But she wanted to see if they could do it themselves. “Once we get out of here we can do whatever you want.”

~ • ≈ ♆ ≈ • ~

“ It’s a bouncy house, Jay, not a water balloon boob fight. ” Lorelai could barely manage to hold back her laughter. Despite having no reason why Jay felt the desire to be here today, she wasn’t in any particular rush to leave. It was rather pleasant to have a few hours crossed out in her planner as unavailable to either work or the coven. Although, if the coven had another emergency, it would be undoubtedly easy to track the two of them down with some spell or other. “ Please, they were only an eight anyway; barely worth getting out of bed for. Besides, think of all the incredible opportunities for good Instagram captions. What do you think of “ Hanging with my breastie ? ” she teased. As if they weren’t going to just take a glamorous selfie at whatever cafe or pub they went to for lunch. 

[lorelaihastings]

MARIN, IMANI

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“Definitely painting,” Imani fell in love once she was introduced to art galleries and museums. “I could get lost in it, and end up just working for hours until I start hating what’s on the canvas,” she sighed, the life of a creative being was an interesting one. Upon seeing the brunette’s surname, the imaginary lightbulb above her head lit up. “Wait, Hastings– you’re Jay’s roommate?” Lorelai Hastings, how did she not put it together before? Imani has never gotten around to visiting Jay at their apartment yet, but she has heard about Lorelai. “It’s nice to finally put a face to the name,” and such a gorgeous face at that. 

“For some reason or the other Jay is always over at my house,” of course she knew the reasons, but didn’t want to expose one of her best friend’s obsessions with Mermaids. “One day I’ll make it over for dinner or something. They keep promising, but everytime I turn around there they are, hanging out,” she chuckled. “You’re welcomed to tag along as well, we can make a beach day out of it.” Imani’s mind already began planning a fun day in the sun. “You do like the beach, right? No judgement,” okay, maybe a slight judgement, but can she be blamed, loving the ocean was in her nature, and unfortunately Imani had to come to terms with people that didn’t like the sea, sun or sand.

~ • ≈ ♆ ≈ • ~

Lorelai had been intrigued with Imani’s answer of painting, but found herself trying not to cringe when she heard ‘ Wait, Hastings -- you’re ’. Expecting some iteration of “ Oh, you’re the Supreme’s sister ! ”, Lorelai was already ready to back out of this acquaintanceship until she actually bothered to listen to Imani’s words. “ Oh ! ” Her eyes widened slightly as she nodded. “ Yes, Jay’s my best friend ! What a coincidence. I’m sure they’d love if we had you over for dinner. ” She’d have to interview Jay immediately after this to confirm Imani was really a friend and not just one of those acquaintances you pretended to be friends with at work or events. Although, Jay wasn’t exactly the type to fake a friendship for selfish reasons like Lorelai did on occasion. 

“ A beach day ? You have no idea how amazing that sounds. ” Her enthusiasm was genuine here, her affinity for the ocean strong thanks to her connection to the water element. “ Absolutely, I adore the beach. When life wasn’t as chaotic as it has been lately, I used to take sunrise trips every weekend to collect seashells. ” Too much enthusiasm, but she couldn’t help it. “ I assume you like the beach, too, then ? ”

[lorelaihastings]

HASTINGS, LUCIAN

@lorelaihastings​ where: at Lorelai’s house when: late​

This was a bad idea. He knew this was a bad idea, and yet here he was, standing in front of a door he doubted would be opened. There was 13 years of letters as proof of that, nine of those from New Orleans, another four from Staten Island. He knew his sister hated him, from what he had been told his sister had a tendency to hate everything that didn’t follow tradition as she believed it should be upheld. It could all be rumour, he wouldn’t know, Lorelai seemed to want nothing to do with him. He didn’t know if she had purposely ignored him the previous times he had some by her place, or if she had simply not been home, but he didn’t hold out hope now. There was part of him that hoped she would one day forgive him for running out on the family, based solely on the fact that no one had ever come after him and dragged him back even after he had told his sister where he was, given her his address; but he didn’t know if that was because she hadn’t told anyone, or if it was because no one felt a need to bring him back. Leaning against the wall next to the door, resting his head against the wall as if already defeated, he reached out to his left and knocked on the door, waiting to see if Lorelai would open it. 

~ • ≈ ♆ ≈ • ~

Lorelai opened the door without hesitation, expecting her delivery order of dessert. She’d barely ordered ten minutes ago, which was odd now that she considered, but it was too late to un-open the door.  “ You’re early, ” she started, but the rest of her greeting died her in throat as she took in the face of the man in front of her. “ Luc ? ” Years had passed, but she’d recognize her favorite once-favorite sibling anywhere. The nickname was a mistake; it had slipped out before her thoughts could re-align to the present. Gaining a semblance of composure, Lorelai straightened, crossing her arms. “ What are you doing here ? Is there some distant family funeral no one put in my schedule this week ? Although, I wouldn’t expect you to show up for even that. ”

[lorelaihastings]

HASTINGS, LOGAN 

☾—

Logan sighed at Lorelai calling her dramatic, it was basically the pot meeting the kettle. Biting her tongue while she continued to listen to Lorelai go on. Once she finished Logan took in a sharp breath, trying to figure out what to say to not set Lorelai off further, but she was still mad. “You are welcome to think whatever you like, but I’m the Supreme, which means I make the final decision. Yes, this one turned out bad, but Rome wasn’t built overnight, the supernatural world wasn’t changed overnight.” Defending the decision she made once more. “I came to apologize to you for you being attacked, but I don’t regret opening the party up to other species, nor will I apologize for that.” Not backing down in the least. “I can be both sorry for what happened to you and stand by my choices, which I do. This will continue to be an open party for all.” Informing Lorelai before she even suggested it be closed once more. “All the leaders moving forward will be hosting open parties and we will make sure to protect all involved to prevent what happened at the Potion Party. We want peace, for the species to respect each other, not this divide. So if my sister could support these decision instead of questioning my decisions at every turn and thinking that things need to be closed off again, that would be great.” Letting her blue eyes fall to Lorelai, she waited to see if she’d support her or continue to stand against her. 

~ • ≈ ♆ ≈ • ~

“ I don’t think anyone could forget that you’re the Supreme, ” Lorelai retorted with a saccharine smile. It was an acknowledgement, at surface level, but how could anyone forget when her sister was making one mistake after another in her short time in charge ? She stayed quiet at the remark about Rome. For a woman who had never seemed particularly interested in being Supreme before the elders’ too hasty decision, Lorelai doubted Logan had that many plans thus far for ‘ changing the supernatural world ’. “ I’m glad you’ve all figured out your party planning coordination. ” Truthfully, spending all her time worrying about hosting events and how to be welcoming to other species was exactly what Lorelai would have expected from a Logan Hastings™-run coven. Aha! She knew they’d had a vase in here somewhere. Walking to the sink to fill the aforementioned glassware with water, Lorelai lifted her shoulder in half a shrug.  “ Whatever you say. Why don’t we talk about something other than your parties and decisions, then ? ”