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vio-joniet·:

“ don’t look so frightened I promise I won’t try anything. “ Grin stretched wide across her lips from ear to ear even as the words left her lips and a hand was placed on their shoulder although the appendage wasn’t able to rest there, no innocent air in the ghost as soon as the information reached her that a haunted house was available at the fair. leading her to approach her companion of the news and an invitation. “ shall we try it out? “

“i’m not ‘fraid of you...just looks a bit claustrophobic, that’s all.”

noah downed the rest of her beer, throwing it away in the nearest trash can. she needed all the buzz she could get. she pushed out a sigh, crossing her arms to showcase her disapproval. “yeah, alright,” she answered unconvincingly. saying no wasn’t noah’s strong suit. sure, she was dramatic and made it known visibly that she didn’t agree, but she’d always yes in the end.

#❝ ✘ ᵇˡᵒʷ ᵃ ᵏᶤˢˢ ; ᶠᶤʳᵉ ᵃ ᵍᵘᶰ ✘ ❞ → 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔱 #𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔱…¦┅vio

superieure·:

HER DART MISSED A BALLOON FOR THE FIFTH TIME and a defeated sigh escaped mayuree’s lips, just a little at odds with the tiny smile on her face. “oh, man…” she breathed out, shoulders slumped and tone plaintive. “i’m never going to win this game, am i?” she couldn’t see any way it could be rigged, which probably meant she really just had terrible aim. amused, her dark gaze landed on the person right next to her, and deft fingers offered them the dart she was still holding. “want to give it a go?” the witch asked, head tipped sideways in amiable curiosity. “there’s like a 99% chance you have a far better aim than i do.”

noah eyed her carefully-- taking note of her every negative comment that slipped out. genuinely, she had felt bad for the girl. even noah herself had issues with her aim growing up. it had gotten much better after constant practice, but noah knew that frustration all too well. she picked up one of the darts, letting it sit in-between two fingers. “let me give you a little tip, darlin’. confidence is key. even if it’s fake, and you gotta convince yourself. also...don’t be ‘fraid to take your time. what’s he gonna do ? “ she pointed at the man behind the counter with the dart still in hand. “you’re payin’ him.“

#❝ ✘ ᵇˡᵒʷ ᵃ ᵏᶤˢˢ ; ᶠᶤʳᵉ ᵃ ᵍᵘᶰ ✘ ❞ → 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔱 #𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔱…¦┅mayuree

domiiiino

3:13pm

noahsinclr

gccsebvmps·:

Mayor Leroy can be found here most afternoons. It’s a ritual, a come down from the long day of endless meetings, symphonized by the boring chatter of the city council’s concerns. Talks of budgeting, and plans of a youth committee. Quite possibly the only routine he’s picked up in the last five years is coming to the Devil’s brew. He likes the way pastries taste, and he likes the way the baristas look. It’s his daily get away at three o’clock in the afternoon. He’s got the Times in front of him, it nearly absorbs all of his attention until he feels it. His glance proves his suspicions. A pair of eyes looking, staring at him. He doesn’t blink, only keeps his gaze and raises a smile. His lips are friendly, his eyes twinkle with suspicion.

“What?” Jameson begins, a small chuckle follows, “Do I have something on my face?”

“no, but you do look like somebody awfully important. like you should be in new york, or somethin’,” she said in recovery. when it came to being caught in the act of spying, luckily, noah knew how to save her ass. for the most part. there were times when she had run out of luck, but in those rare situations, she’d just use her fists instead. “my apologies for starin’-- i do that sometimes without even realizin’. i swear, i know my manners. usually.” noah offered her sweetest smile, shaking her head in disapproval.

#❝ ✘ ᵇˡᵒʷ ᵃ ᵏᶤˢˢ ; ᶠᶤʳᵉ ᵃ ᵍᵘᶰ ✘ ❞ → 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔱 #𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔱…¦┅jameson #jameson

lcst-grl·:

Two weeks ago she’d been bleeding out on the floor of the mayor’s house. Now, she was back where she belonged, his right hand - his most trusted. Jameson Leroy may have been the mayor of this tiny town for the past three years, but Charlotte had made it her business to find out as much as she possibly could about their new home and it’s inhabitants. The blonde had spent most of her life trying to prove her worth, prove how useful she could be. And this was why she was currently deep within the archives of the Blackwood Library. Criminal records, supernatural on supernatural crime, how past leaders had kept the hunters in check - all things Jameson needed to know, and things Charlotte would tell him.

She could get very focused, lost in newspaper clippings for hours. Hyper aware ever since her past fuck up, Charlotte became uneasy at the feeling of another being lurking over her shoulder. “If the obituaries from 1978 are so interesting to you, then you can surly wait your turn.”

a southern belle like noah mindin’ her business ? as far as the world knew, no such thing existed. digging her nose where it didn’t belong was her biggest bad habit. half the time, she didn’t even realize she’d be spying or eavesdropping. it just seemed to happen.

“oh, i’m so sorry, dear. how rude of me ! y’see, i’m a journalist for the local paper-- i was just doin’ some research on this family piece.” noah looked back down at the obituaries, letting her eyes quickly scan for something to fit her little white lie. “thought a name looked familiar,” she slyly added, while pointing in the direction of the paper. “turns out i was spellin’ it wrong. silly me.”

#𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔱…¦┅charlotte #❝ ✘ ᵇˡᵒʷ ᵃ ᵏᶤˢˢ ; ᶠᶤʳᵉ ᵃ ᵍᵘᶰ ✘ ❞ → 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔱

whispertempted‌:

Being rather old and rather inhuman did have a handful of perks. Firstly, the alcohol in his cocktail didn’t immediately go to his head - if it did, at all. Secondly, he could, rather clearly, tell that Noah wasn’t nearly as lucky. A laugh bubbled past his lips, unbridled, but he said nothing else — waiting, very patiently, for her memory to catch up to her.

And then, when it didn’t, he laughed again, this time restrained by the hand he pressed to his lips, forgiveness for her forgetfulness clear in the small shake of his head. “ Drama, ” he told her, lowering fingers to rest upon the stem of his own glass. “ I teach drama classes - at the local high school. You got close enough - you were right on the teaching part. ” The male lifted his drink. “ Let’s drink to that. ”

“right , theatre ! oh my goodness, i was once in a play myself,” she briefly paused to fit in a giggle, “if you can believe it.” her hands clung to her chest, closing tightly as she threw her head back. she briefly paused for a pose as she spoke of her role. “i was eliza from my fair lady-- the only play i’ve ever done. it was high school, so it wasn’t that good, but i think i did okay. i like singin’.” out of nowhere, her demeanor changed to something more serious. she leaned in towards him to whisper, “is there a karaoke bar anywhere near ? “