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Hestia Carlisle. 30. Witch. Tour Guide. Tarot Card Reader. The future is always burning in her head.

[magicallyhestia]

for: @kyler--weston

hestia did not want to be here, it wasn’t that she hated parties or anything like that she just still didn’t know these people and frankly was still a little wary about trusting them. before she went to the party her cards were acting strange. as she was shuffling them and putting them away cards kept jumping out and she didn’t understand it. however their was one that stood out, the tower. it was exuding a heavy male energy and she was unsure of what that meant. it lingered in her head as she arrived and became a wallflower. she watched with unsure blue eyes as people consumed the potions but she couldn’t bring herself to taste one. hestia felt on edge the whole night as people passed her, she could see these moments of chaos pass in her head but nothing set in stone. it was odd and off putting but she just attributed to the all the people at the party. their was some sort of announcement, a second round was coming out but she didn’t want that round either. she was supposed to only be drinking water it’s what she was sticking with for the night but as she took a sip she knew something was wrong. hestia dropped her potion bottle on the floor and from her hand exuded ice. that was not normal. hestia knew how to control her element, she learned that easily this wouldn’t have happened. looking at her palms she felt the water from the ground rise up and she pressed it away. that was just the start. around her a flurry of snow danced around her and now she was starting to get nervous. someone stumbled passed her and hestia put her hands out to stop them from falling on her but the moment she touched them she saw their future in her head, it was horrid. stepping away hestia knew she needed to get out and she wanted to make a beeline for the door. but the moment she started walking the visions invaded her mind. some were kind and light and joyous, but the others. the others were dark and filled with horror, nightmares that she could feel. tears started to fall down her face and hestia hated that, she kept a carefully constructed image and it was breaking down. trying to find her way out she made contact with a young man and it was like she was struck by lighting. this was the card she pulled, the past who wormed his way into her head so she could see his future. she felt the breath knocked out of her and she couldn’t stop herself as she started. “you’re the tower. you have to keep rebuilding. you’re mother covered up your destruction. your father knocked you down, your siblings destroyed you, your husband left you with a brokeness you can’t figure out how to repair.”  hestia placed her hands over her mouth and shook her head. “i’m so sorry. i don’t know what’s happening, I don’t mean-- i’m sorry. oh god your foundation is so broken. you have to fix your foundation or you will lose it all. you will be destroyed. what is happening! i’m so sorry, they won’t stop.” she raised a shaking hand to her head, frightened, she hadn’t had visions like this since she was a child, when she couldn’t control this power. 

[magicallyhestia]

(&& medea)​:

Medea smiled wide and shrugged her shoulders. “I like to think of it as letting my creativity out.” She replied, grabbing one of the cookies to try it out. “Isn’t it though! It’s like one of those colors that can be hard to really get right and once you mess it up, it’s hard to get it back to where you want it.” Being someone who worked with coloring a lot with her backing, she was pretty used to dealing with stubborn colors. Medea felt like if she could keep herself positive through her own situations, she would be able to do the same within her work. “Well, some of them do. If I can’t help them in one way, maybe I can at least give them a little treat.” 

hestia just smiled with a sigh. she loved that her sister always looked on the brightest side, that’s all she wanted, all she ever wanted was to keep Medea happy, it’s what she deserved. “Well i know you’ll get it right the next time and they’ll be perfect.” hestia moved around the kitchen and opened the fridge. “hmm we should go to the market, get some stuff  then you can gran’s pie and if you make it i’ll even clean up. what do you say?”

[magicallyhestia]

(&& logan):

━━

Hestia wasn’t certainly an odd one, but Logan found comfort in the oddness of it. In fact it just made the bar feel more like home, she was able to not feel like the walls around her had just shifted less than a year ago. “You work better with noise? Gotta applaud you for that. Half the time I just need silence to the point I could hear a pin drop.” The more noises she heard the easier it was for her to be distracted. “Sounds like a blessing almost. I couldn’t imagine being able to see my families fates, but also not being able to change them.” For once she was thankful that her powers didn’t do anything besides give her more insight into others. “I’m always up for trying anything though so, what do you need me to do?”

“I grew up in casinos and such, loud noises don’t bother me, it’s like a weird buzzing and growing in my house it makes sense.” Hestia nodded, “It’s something alright.” she shuffled the cards as she talked, “it was worse at the beginning, never knowing what was going to pop into my head. the cards help, a lot, i can focus and divine from there. as for you, just sit there and let the cards fall.” she placed the cards down and one stuck to her palm. “special one, we’ll save you for last. well if you look the cards have made a crown shape and it’s facing you so we’ll start with that.” she flipped the first card. “Reversed Two of swords. You’re a twin? Odd.” she flipped again. “ooh two cards stuck. the magician and emperor, both reversed. Huh, I had a narcissistic mother. But this is male energy so father, he was, well I don’t have to tell you.” Hestia paused, “Umm, i’m sorry, if I get personal, the cards...”

[magicallyhestia]

(&& ilana):

“Oh, right of course. Well then making a protection jar is an absolute necessity.” She nodded. It sounded like Hestia was well on her way to making a solid protection charm. “Do you have any black salt? That’s a favorite of mine for pretty much every kind of protection spell.” She wasn’t too bad at charms herself, though she’d really focused in on potion making before being kicked out of her parents’ home and coven. 

Hestia shook her head, “No, I have sand from Vegas, our original home. I mean despite everything, that city raised us.” She sighed and shrugged looking over the items trying to decide when she looked up and stared a the girl again. “Hmm, tomorrow it’s okay if you open up the store a few mins later then usual.” Hestia looked down and exhaled. “So do you have like little baskets cause I think I wanna look around some more.”

[magicallyhestia]

(&& finley):

Finley listened to the woman as she spoke of the card and the man’s demise coming to him. “Interesting,” she clicked her tongue. She wasn’t all that familiar with the witch practice but it had her intrigued to say the least. “Well, if it’s in the cards,” she shrugged her shoulders, “he has it coming then.” Finley smiled over at the woman. “It’s obviously going to be deserved.” 

“It’s in the cards. And I have a success rate about about 90%.” She laughed, “The other 10% is simply human nature. It’s all in the choices. But it’s going to be deserved and you know I’m not mad. You need a new drink?”

[magicallyhestia]

(&& eulalie beckett)​:

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Things that went bump in the night weren’t uncommon there. With the island being the only one of the boroughs that held a surplus of each species, most cast out by their own or trying to find a place where they belonged, things in the night went bump quite often. Witches, vampires, werewolves, even mermaids, like her roommate, although if the rest of those with abilities similar to Imani were anything like the girl, they didn’t cause too much a of a ruckus during her time at the motel. There was a certain disinterest that Eulalie raised her brow with as she glanced at the woman across the room, the newcomers heartbeat pounding in her ears telling her that she definitely wasn’t a fellow vampire. She set her book down and motioned to an old couch against the wall. “Stay as long as you need,” She offered, trying to figure out where the woman came from and if she was even anything but a scared human in the wrong part of town. “So… it’s pretty late. Have somewhere you need to be?”

hestia looked up at the woman and tilted her head, she wasn’t human, she could read that it made her feel a little better. hestia looked at the couch and sat down. the motel reminded her of some of the places she lived in all those years ago. she felt safe here. hestia looked out the window and could see feel something and it didn’t seem like it was moving. so she was here for the moment. “hmm, oh no. I lose track of time easily. And i lost track of time.” Medea was probably worried about her, it was a wonder she didn’t have missed calls or text messages. Or maybe she didn’t and she just wasn’t getting them. Hestia shrugged, “So you let people pay in the morning and not upfront, that’s bold.”

[magicallyhestia]

(&& finely martinez)​:

Finley looked over at the woman, hearing her scoff at the man. “Yeah?” Her brow raised. She kept her eyes on the witch, her brow raising with pure curiosity. “What retribution does he have coming?” Finley didn’t think it was because she had considered going after him and teaching him a lesson. No, the witch next to her had seen something else about the matter.

Hestia pulled out her tarot card and waved it. “Reversed Justice.” She flipped the card around and shrugged. “Something at work, something that has to do with the law. I’m not fully certain but mostly certain. Someone is coming for him and it ends badly for him. There’s a lot of paper and loss and it all comes one right after the other.” She clicked her tongue and hummed. “At first he’s not sorry and he’s not going to be so someone makes him feel sorry. Good for them.” She smiled and nodded. “If it makes you feel better, you’re the first domino.”

[magicallyhestia]

(&& logan)​:

━━

“No worries. You can use this place as long as you like, although I do gotta ask will you do a reading for me?” She had to admin she loved tarot cards, even if she didn’t actually know how to use them herself. Her mother had never viewed it as a useful skill, so other than getting her cards read she hadn’t interacted with them a ton. “You can always read here or wherever you want. I’m perfectly fine with you reading where you makes you happy.”

Hestia wasn’t used to people asking for a reading, mostly because the people back at her grandmother’s didn’t trust her. Most of the time the visions just came. Still. “Sure. We can do it here. The more the noise the better anyways and a bar is strangely nice place.” Hestia pulled out her deck and undid the knot in the silk scarf. “I should let you know the closer I am to a person the less I can see. So i can’t read my sister. But with you being...ya know” she waved her hands gesturing to the woman, “we’ll see what happens.”

[magicallyhestia]

(&& ilana):

Ilana nodded their head, walking over to pick up the cedar and calling over their back as they did. “Yes! How much to you want? Will 1 oz be enough or did you want to stock up?” They also gestured to a set of shelves on the other side of the shop. “All kinds of vials, the ones with cork are good for necklaces as long as you seal them well.” Ilana met up with her at that shelf, handing over the cedar. “Protecting anything special?”

Hestia smiled and nodded, “perfect.” she moved over to the shelf and looked picking one that would suit her sister perfectly as well as a few others for later use. “oh my sister. we’ve recently moved her and i realized i never made one for her for the city. i found this really really odd asphalt piece from right in front of our building and a pebble from our old house. i just need a few more things here and there then it’ll feel complete.”

[magicallyhestia]

(&& medea):

Medea trusted her sisters opinion because she knew it was going to be honest. She wasn’t going to hide her true thoughts, even if they did hurt Medea in some way. “I honestly have so much fun doing it. And the fact that I’m still this much of a mess when I’m done should be sad, but I think it just shows that I’m have some fun with it all.” She commented, shrugging her shoulders. Listening to her sister, she nodded her head. “See, I was thinking something was off with the green, but you eventually add too much and have to roll with it.” She commented. “I want to make some cookies throughout the spring time, so I was testing designs. It’s nice to take them into work. Feel like it gives me a chance to do something nice even if it’s a bad day.” 

“It’s honestly a wonder how you make this much of a mess. I don’t know how you do it.” She looked over the kitchen and her sister’s space, it looked like a wind storm blew in and covered everything. “yeah I think a less is more situation when it comes to the green, but green is a wild color anyways.” shaking her head hestia didn’t understand her sister, she was so sweet, much too sweet for those around her. despite everything they had been through medea was still the kindest person hestia had known. “well they don’t deserve them, they don’t deserve your time but that won’t stop you. you’re too nice.” 

[magicallyhestia]

 (&& medea)​:

Medea had been finishing up her last cookie when her sister entered the room. “That’s the point, you can’t lie to me. Even if they look and taste like crap, you would find a way to tell me. That’s why I need you to come look at them!” She told her, unable to stop her laugh as she spoke. “Okay! So over here we have some St. Patrick’s Day themed ones, Easter, and even some just general spring ones. Personally, I think the umbrellas really came out nice. Especially with all the different colors.” 

hestia would have done anything medea asked and if she wanted her to look at the cookies or eat them then she would. she looked over her sister’s treats and smiled. “you’re amazing. i don’t know how you do it all but you do and it never ceases to amaze me.” she looked over the easter eggs and pointed to a pretty lavender and pink one. “that’s my favorite one. and i think i would go a little lighter on the green st. patrick’s day ones. so what are these for?”

[magicallyhestia]

(&& ilana):

Ilana nodded, completely understanding what Hestia said. “Looking for crystals with woodsy energy, or herbs. I could probably do either.” She stepped away grabbing a few things from the shelves to present to the other woman. “We have a few cool pieces of petrified wood, as well as some amazonite.” She passed them over for inspection, and smell test she supposed. It really wasn’t the weirdest thing she’d come across in the store. “As far as dried herbs and plants go we have some nice cedar in as well.”

Hestia picked up the petrified wood and looked it over carefully and spotted a smaller piece and nodded. “this one. this one is perfect. and cedar will be perfect as well. making a protection jar. ooh jars. do you have small jars, ones that could be used as a necklace or something?” she asked curiously. 

[magicallyhestia]

(&& logan)​:

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Logan liked seeing members of the coven come in, but when they did it usually meant that there was something going and that she would need to handle it. As she watched one of the newest members come in she kept her blue eyes closely on the woman. At her words Logan shook her head. “I was just kidding you’re fine to sit there. The seat is all yours.” Letting the blonde know it was okay. “So what has your attention tonight? Anything you want to talk about?”

Hestia sat down with a smile and shrugged, “not really. i like the energy here. it’s easier to read cards when I have this wild and static energy. I haven’t really found other places yet.” hestia never really belonged to a coven. her’s father’s coven broke into a schism and the carlisle’s had no place in either. and when their grandmother died that coven was wary of the girls, their mother had left a bad legacy and gently pushed them out. so now belonging to this one in new york, she was still tip toeing around everything. “do--do you mind if i read them here?” 

[magicallyhestia]

(&& finley)​:

starter for anyone ( @darkesthourstarters​ )

“Try that again,” Finley spun on her heel as a hand grazed her ass. Her eyes narrowed on the man that thought he could get a free grab from her. Placing her hands on her hips, she waited until the man muttered an apology before scurrying off. “Fucking asshole,” Finley breathed the phrase before turning back to her drink at the bar. “Some people,” she turned to look at the person standing next to her. All she wanted was to enjoy a nice drink and she had to deal with jackasses like that one thinking they could do whatever the want.

hestia was supposed to meet some coworkers for drinks but they were running late so she was just chilling. she had a deck in her bag and felt her head burn for a moment. she pulled one out and looked at the man and scoffed. “some people are shit. it might make you feel a little better but he’s got retribution coming his way. and soon. so he’ll pay for his shittiness.”

[magicallyhestia]

(&& eulalie)​:

location: rundown motel in the middle of nowhere, staten island. status: open @darkesthourstarters​

The feeling of sunlight on her face seemed like a fairytale even though it had barely been over a year since she had felt it. Nighttime suited her better anyway. Less people, less chaos, less of a chance someone would recognize her and somehow send word to her parents that she was back in the city. Of course, Poe doubted anyone who knew her parents would ever be caught dead in Staten Island. Dead. The word made her chuckle to herself, the sound echoing throughout the tired and outdated room that the rundown motel called a lobby. Being caught dead gained a whole new meaning to her when she found herself in the wrong place at the wrong time last year. But bygones were bygones. It happened, she adjusted, she got over it. At least, it’s what she claimed to the total of two people who she bothered to talk to, anyway. She was a pretty keep-to-herself kind of person and most of her time was spent sleeping or working the front desk at the motel, legs kicked up on the desk as she flipped through the pages of Ray Bradbury novel she had read a million times. The bells to the front door chimed and even at two in the morning, she didn’t bother to look up from the worn pages. There were only a few types of people who came looking for a room this late at night and she didn’t care to know any of their reasons. “Room five is empty, pay in the morning and don’t leave a mess,” Poe offered evenly, dropping the key to room five on the desk beside her. When the sound of the keys being picked up never came, she sighed and dog-eared the page she was on, finally glancing upward. “Something I can help you with?”

hestia had been exploring different parts of her new home. she had been tied to brooklyn since she got there. somehow she ended up on staten island and it was late. hestia had no problem being by herself in new places, it gave her a rush really but something felt uneasy right now. she picked up on something strange and hummed in thought. she knew someone was close, she could feel their ever changing future in her head and but she couldn’t see it. she didn’t like that. looking around hestia found her way into the first the building she found and looked out the window, trying to see who was there. that was when she head a voice, startled the blonde jumped slightly. she was talking about a room or something but hestia just needed to wait until that feeling passed. “I uh. I don’t need a room. Something’s out there. it’s been following me I was wondering if i could stay in here for a bit, just until it passes.”

[magicallyhestia]

(&& ilana)​:

Ilana couldn’t help the laugh that escaped her, though she didn’t want to embarrass anyone. “I can certainly understand the temptation. Owning a metaphysical store is a daily lesson in self-control not to eat the rocks. They look so… crunchy.” She tilted her head in mild confusion. “Does it smell like anything?”

“it’s like I don’t want to eat them but they do look crunchy.” hestia nodded. “it smells like asphalt after rain. and while that’s a nice smell it’s not the smell i’m looking for.” the blonde laughed softly. “i feel like that’s not the weirdest thing you’ve probably heard in this store but i feel like in other places it would. I need something woodsy.”

[magicallyhestia]

(&& medea)​:

@magicallyhestia ~ Starter for Hestia 

Hestia was the one person that Medea has always been able to count on. Even when her sister took off to go out on her own, they still communicated as much as possibly. Usually Medea did her best to let her sister initiate the conversation, wanting to make sure she was giving Hestia the space she was looking for. Now the two were living together in the city, trying to find a new life for themselves. Trying to find a way to make their own way. Standing in the kitchen, covered in royal icing, Medea looked down with a smile at the cookies she had just finished. “Hestia!” She called, hoping her sister was nearby. “Come tell me what you think of these. I’m testing out some designs for spring.” 

hestia played on her switch in the living room, just enjoying a lazy day off. she honestly couldn’t believe it but she missed her grandmother’s house, not as much as she missed vegas but enough to make her long for it. still the girls decided that they needed this fresh start, they needed it, so even just being home doing nothing felt nice. medea called out to her and the blonde got up, pausing her game and headed to the kitchen. “i don’t understand why you ask me what i think, you know i’m gonna think they’re great. i can’t lie to you. i’m not gonna complain about eating cookies but like someone else has to look at them too.”