its probably glaringly obvious im not coming back here :( i love y’all tho & hope everyone has been well
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its probably glaringly obvious im not coming back here :( i love y’all tho & hope everyone has been well
❛ this stuff -- it’s just , like , oh my god , ❜ she stammers. tries real hard to play it cool , but ample sketches & snippets of information surrounding the existence of supernatural creatures ( primarily werewolves ) litter her bedroom. might be permissible if documents weren’t strung about mercilessly -- ‘pon desktop , atop bed , just above carpeted floor. can only assume one of her roommates had conducted the stooping , or perhaps an intruder ... either way , someone had been in here looking for something. even so , julia supposes that’s a matter she must see to post the dismissal of the other. rests her hands in the back pockets of her jeans then , rocking forth on her toes. lips quirk to the side , apprehension emanating from form. ❛ this isn’t -- ❜ " what it looks like , “ she wants to say , but they’re both looking at the same thing : illustrations of werewolf forms , stances , coats & colors. neatly printed detailing of each transformation since her turn. a plethora of other notes surrounding miscellaneous supernatural entities. eyes do not deceive , julia deducts that much. so instead she proclaims : ❛ this is just , like , a new hobby. it’s ... for a book. yeah. a book. one that i’m writing. ❜
It’s weird to grow up in a family where you know you’re loved but you don’t feel loved. And then later in adulthood you understand how almost impossible it seems to cross that distance and let yourself experience closeness, how otherworldly love feels now and how love feels unbearable at times. You flinch when someone tries to wholeheartedly love you. And over and over you see so clearly how you cannot be loved unless it's from afar and love is mixed with that familiar sensation of distance and coldness.
the presence of the other is a welcome one. shop’s been open not nearly an hour – perhaps this most promising visit serves as an omen , alluding to the fortune to come. eve rounds the corner to attend to this unseen visitor , mind already flexible regarding who it is she might see. this was vegas , after all , & it was crawling with characters. not uncommon. eve’ll hardly bat an eye ! brown eyes , warm & steady, cease their drag. inspection ends with a smile as attention shifts to the items that litter the store. arms come forth atop the glass case so as to support heavy head. ❛ looking for anything in particular ... ? ❜
*lying* why would i lie
Halle Berry in The Rich Man’s Wife, 1996
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there’s something LIBERATING about night falling about the city. quite literally proves to be freeing , for woman can wreak havoc sans the fear skin will melt mercilessly from bone. there’s something to be said aesthetically about the shifting scene , though ... there’s a charm in twinkling of lights ‘round town ... the thumping of music permeating along the streets just outside of clubbing spaces ... the increase in seedy behavior. needless to say , lenore found solace in the night. with a wistful sight , she shimmies into a silver , bedazzled number right then. it’s a wonder she so comfortably to don such garments despite messy , murderous escapades. looks across the room then , top lip curled in vehement disgust.
❛ uh , what the fuck. what are you wearing. ❜
my religion is other women. this isn’t tongue in cheek. my religion congregates around a fire, in a cramped room we booked to talk, in an idling car for way too long, in someone’s living room, in the cold because there’s more to say and hear. there is a spark of divinity i know to look for when she says something she’s never said out loud before. there is a spiritual rumble in the dehydrated voices of women who aren’t used to saying so much. when i hear another woman articulate something i’ve never been able to, that’s the voice of my god speaking to me. its ancient, forbidden knowledge, and it fills my body with my self. there’s power in our warm red blood.
i’m in love 😍 i mean i’m not but i would be if i were 🥰
some thoughts abt miss lauren page :~)
the loss of her mother still impacts her greatly. while her focus is often on the disappearance / loss of zeus, some of her anxieties stems from her mother’s murder. her mom, gwen, was her favorite person on the planet. she was kind, funny, outgoing - but she had her secrets. had lauren & zeus had a girl, she would have been named gwen.
lauren doesn’t have many friends, and honestly? it’s intentional. she distances herself, and it’s not often others are granted the opportunity to know her beyond surface level. she’s best friends with sophie, but beyond that the other “friends” she has are the two older ladies she works closely with at the library & old friends from the college. the latter she doesn’t really see much.
branching off of this though - she is a natural caretaker, so she might invite acquaintances over for dinner or bring coworkers baked goods. she’s still inherently very sweet, just very introverted & a bit more cautious considering all the ways in which her reality has gone awry. furthermore, there’s only so many people she can divulge her son & lover’s true identity to, & she doesn’t like keeping secrets from those she cares for deeply. as such, she keeps her circle small so as to feel less guilty.
aidan is the light of lauren’s life. he looks so similar to zeus, and when he’s older he even seems to sound like him sometimes, too. although the loss of her mother was horrible & deeply traumatic for lauren, it brought her a beloved life partner & son. in some weird round-a-bout way, she considers this to be her mother’s gift to her after her passing.
although torn up about zeus ... lauren still gets involved with others romantically. yes, it’s a lil messy & maybe even a mild form of escape. but she’s naturally a giver. a lover. she loves to love. the only thing is, she is still upfront about holding out for zeus’ return ... which sometimes ends connections, in other it only strains them slightly.
lauren doesn’t necessarily feel bad about her being human, but rather the fact that she cannot entirely understand aidan’s lived reality. he isn’t hard on her for this in his earlier years, but as time passes, their relationship does become a bit strained as a result.
her dream is to one day move to the country side. she only remains in new york in hopes zeus will return to her. she’d been in NY for college, as her parents had moved to to upstate new york just years prior. she went to ithaca college, though her mother was murdered in her junior year of college. due to having to enter witness protection, she switches to online courses. she has a bachelors in art history and a minor in studio arts.
though she has her bachelors & was intending on getting her masters, given the most traumatic events to which lauren was subject, the latter does not occur until she’s about 5 years removed from undergrad. she gets her masters in library science via online courses whilst she continues to work as a librarians assistant & teach art courses. she hopes to one day be able to rent out her own studio to continue making her own pieces.
finally, lauren never talks about her fraternal twin sister, olivia. their relationship was never all that great, but to know she aided in the murder of her mother was undoubtedly enough for lauren to excommunicate her completely. as far as lauren is concerned, she’s an only child.
temporarywin.
DESPITE HIS ARROGANCE, he is not a man who needs sufficient repayment for his services. Perhaps a part of him knows that if she’s found his aid useful ( but she’s not fully satisfied with her journey ), she’ll return. Even without looking into what potential futures lie ahead, he knows that the likelihood of them meeting again is incredibly high. Although he would never admit it to her, he’s already seen how THIS CONVERSATION plays out - or at least, the millions of paths their interaction may travel along. It’s almost shocking how the two of them are destined to choose the same words in almost every timeline.
HE TAKES A SEAT in a leather chair of the S.H.I.E.L.D. conference room, where it’s just the two of them. Despite knowing that she’s not human ( truth be told, he’s not fully human either ), he holds no fear for her abilities and what she could do to him. There’s little in this world that she could do to him and he couldn’t reverse.
“YOU CAN SIT, if you’d like,” his tone is irrevocably calm, gesturing to one of the many seats that accompany the over-sized table. As he searches for a place to start, he lands on the question where he’ll always land. “Do you know what I can do?”
she’ll sit , if only because she’s been dizzied by own something akin to delirium within this passing week. no , two weeks ... ? pav’s not so sure anymore about time , all she knows is that it’s slipping away from her ... always an ever elusive force. the only thing that keeps her rooted in reality is the potential that her failure will result in her demise. it’s not so much that DEATH was that which she feared ; rather , that she would be called upon to ascend elsewhere prior to the completion of her mission. then , her passing would be synonymous with failure. with incompetence. this is the reality that keeps pav up at night , though that’s not to say her mind wasn’t often overwhelmed by the multitude complexities that blemished her being anyhow. upon becoming as comfortable as she can possibly muster in a space most foreign to her ( though she supposes she’s the outlandish one here ) , she leans back. arms cross. demeanor is ... strange. certainly difficult to read , though not intentional. her mind is often going a mile - a - minute. while this often kept her on her toes , such a characteristic proves to be something a hindrance to her now. there’s silence that follows his inquiry. shakes her head just once , though optics do not falter once in their examination of the other. though she’d been the one to seek out an alliance , an air of discretion prevails.
❛ no , not entirely , ❜ she proclaims. quite frankly , pavka is a lot of things ... some good , many bad , though primarily that which fell in between. however , one trait she could be lauded for was her ability to be frank about a lack of knowledge. to put it simply : the human anecdote that “ knowledge was power “ was one she could get behind , & one she often embodied. ❛ ----- i imagine i would benefit from further explanation of your abilities , yes ? ❜
invenina.
“Oh, oh, Pav, did I tell ya?”
Excited isn’t quite the right word. There’s excitement and then there’s whatever Carmilla is doing with her face.
Of course, it’s cuz’ I’ve turned into a beautiful demoness broad! Isn’t it cool?!
“Now, as you know, I’m a saint, a holy woman here on Earth. But I’ve been doing some outreach work with the quote-unquote ‘enemy’ team and…
“I got a Big Boy Monster in my heart.”
there’s not much that brings about a smile ‘pon pav’s face these days. though once in her PRIME , riddled with passion as a result of desired revenge , she’s now completed her task. fulfillment only reigns in this aspect of her newfound reality , though if one were to merely observe pavka whilst in the presence of carmilla , they’d surely be convinced otherwise. form leans forth , brow quirked at query. she’ll listen intently , silence hanging about only momentarily. lips part , teeth showcased in saccharine simper. ❛ a monster within , acquired through your enemy ? you have a most generous foe , no ? ❜ cue squinted eyes. mischief & mirth evident in body language alone.
❛ may i ... see it ? ❜