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mirian bach: mostly filled with love and dead things (rp blog for faulkhq)

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lcbitas:

a knowing smile grew on rhiannon’s lips, fresh with a soft vanilla lip balm, until it reached her eyes. it was not uncommon, as friends and her parents ( chief among those she knew ), for her to so easily lose her way in conversation with another–digressing from the topic at hand as easily as she exhaled. furrowing her brow with sincere apology, she was quick to save face. “i’m sorry–” she chuckled, wrinkling her nose as if possessed by an impending sneeze, and tucking a shock of coppery hair behind her ear. “–i just get carried away when I talk about antarctica.”  i just wish i could go back, the word lingered on her tongue and died before having chance to fruit at her lips. “i remember ice age a little, but only because we used to joke that one of my father’s teaching assistants looked like sid the sloth.” she confessed, almost laughing aloud at the memory.

She chuckles too, finally remember to bring the soda bottle to her lips. Lowering it, she frowns a bit as she seems to rack her brain, tilting her head a little. “I was just thinking about it because... Antarctica’s all ice, right? I’ve never actually seen it.” She struggles to see how anyone has. It seems so endlessly far away, especially from little Faulk Hollow, and this place sometimes even felt like the end of the earth. Herself, she has barely even left the country, not really offering much thought to the world that lies beyond. “I mean, you can talk more about it if you want, I don’t know anything.”

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jebediah-bundren:

Jeb, “Alright, alright, alright…” He hushed the cat. He could feel claws digging into his chest, “You can hate me later, lemme get you down first.”

He and the woman below seemed to have the same question, looking down one side, then the next. “Shit.”

While he was very experienced with climbing up trees, it seemed that he was less keen on climbing down either. This plan might not have been that well thought through. He began to inch backwards until his back hit the trunk. Turning to look at the woman who was now at the base of the big tree. “I dunno, he don’t seem too happy…” He called back, “Wouldn’t want ya …to suffer…” He spoke as he reached for a lower branch with his foot, “–A claw to the eye…” He made it down a branch, clumsily, sure, but hey he was closer to the ground. Pleased with himself he grinned, “See? Nothin’ to worry about–” Or there wouldn’t have been if the branch he had fallen onto was just a wee bit more sturdy. The sound of it cracking under him wasn’t pleasant.

Other than walkin’ through doors and dissapearin’ every now and again Jeb didn’t know he had any sort of abilities. He was just a dead chump, nothing special about that. Except when you were falling from a tree, with a cat you promised to bring down to safety, which called for drastic measures. And apparently, his body knew what to do before he did. He had braced himself for the fall, shielding Jo in his chest and pressing his eyes shut. But when the impact didn’t come he opened one to peek… Finding that he hadn’t hit the ground at all, but was floating about a couple inches above it, back just grazing the tip tops of the tall grass.

Of course, he barely had much time to process his big “f you” to gravity before he dropped completely with a little ‘oof’. He blinked up at the clouds, pleasantly floating by, laying flat on his back for a beat. Before holding the cat straight up in the air away from him, still in one piece.

She notices, of course, she always does. And she’s not one to blow things away to coincidences and move on. She soaks up everything, even blows it out of proportion more often than not. But then there are things that are so mindblowingly obvious that it warrants no more than a little slump of her shoulders, a little breath leaving her chest as a soft “Oh”: she watches his body hover over the grass, for just a few seconds, then fall. 

And she snaps back into it. “Oh god.” Rushes forwards, arms stretched out for her beloved pet, quickly picks him up and hugs him to her chest. He mewls again, still dissatisfied to be handled like this, but he seems calmer to be closer to the ground. 

“Wow, I didn’t know you were——wow.” Standing above Jeb and looking down at him, she’s forgotten all about thanks. “I mean I’ve seen you around sometimes——” so much for her supposedly-sixth sense, the knick-knacks she carries everywhere for just this purpose, just to be able to tell, “Wow! That was cool! Um... Wait, you’re not hurt, are you?” 

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lcbitas:

“and i was like, ‘there haven’t been sled dogs in antarctica for maybe TWENTY YEARS’ but she didn’t believe me.” rhiannon wrinkles her nose in annoyance. “i mean, there could certainly be werewolves or something, or like–isn’t there that movie with kurt russell … the thing? there were sled dogs in that movie, sure, but it was the eighties. you could still smoke in HOSPITALS in the eighties, i think. anyway, they make you clean out the velcro of your jackets before you can even step foot on land, so like … i’m pretty sure they haven’t revised their policy on sled dogs.”

Yep, you’ve lost her. If you’d look closely at her face, too, it’s like you could count the minutes; she’s been trying to keep up for a while now. It’s seeping through in form of a frown that’s perpetually grown deeper as the conversation has dragged on. “Antarctica, right... Sled dogs.” She absentmindedly unscrews the cap on the bottle of soda her hand’s resting around, but forgets to take a sip. “You know, I saw Ice Age when it first came out. That was pretty cool, I guess.”

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elliot-adler:

He looked at her a little confused, head cocked to the side like a little puppy. “I’m not quite good enough for that. What’s the Crow, though?” A small smile curled his lips’ edges at the small rhyme of his words, despite how childish it might have been. He enjoyed childish things, though, their simplicity making them all that more appealing. There were too many things in his life that were complicated or intricate in its foundation.

“Oh, it’s the...” She throws her thumb up over her shoulder, as if she expects the local watering hole to appear behind her; in reality, it wasn’t even the right direction. “The Dusty Crow. I’ve been wanting them to get live music for ages but no one ever stops by to play. You should go for it, it’d be cool.” Shoves the sandwich back into her face, chews for a few moments, then speaks again, mouth full: “You’re new here, then.”

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elliot-adler:

Elliot was beyond bored. There was only oh so many times he could play the same simple game with Scout before he grew sick of it and he’d officially reached the end of his rope. Heaving himself up and off the couch, he gathered a small bag of things and grabbed his guitar case before leaving. He made his way to the small park he’d found and plopped himself down at the base of a great oak tree. Pulling the guitar from it’s bed, he hesitated before beginning to pluck at the strings. “Babe, there’s something tragic about you, something so magic about you. Don’t you agree? Babe, there’s something lonesome about you, something so wholesome about you. Get closer to me. No tight side, no rolling eyes, no irony, No ‘who cares’, no vacant stares, no time for me. Honey you’re familiar like my mirror years ago. Idealism sits prison, chivalry fell on it’s sword. Innocence died screaming, honey ask me I should know I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door-” He cut himself off as he realized someone was looking at him, his eyes having involuntarily slipped shut as he played. “Sorry, was I too loud?”

It’s her lunch break, about the only routine in her life that she actually sticks to, and appreciates dearly. And it’s usually spent like this, alone on a park bench, legs propped up on the empty seat beside her as she dives her nose into some old sci-fi novel or a few-weeks-old magazine. 

She hears the music being played, though, and ends up just sitting and listening for a while.

“A bit,” she hums, not completely serious, as she’s wiping sandwich crumbs off her cheek. “But it’s nice. Hey, you’re not playing at the Crow, are you? Did they finally book someone?”

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“I am hungry.”

2-3 word sentence meme

“I know. I am working on it.”

Cooking isn’t her speciality, but she tries. A few dishes here and there; just stuff she likes herself, that she’s learned how to make. She’s even got an apron on. She tries really hard.

“Just give me like, a second.”

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2-3 Word Sentence Meme

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memesfrommenace:

Send one (or more) for my character’s reaction.

“Lay down.”

“Stay here.”

“Stay inside.”

“I love you.”

“Eat something.”

“Are you leaving?”

“I’ll help.”

“Rest now.”

“Get some sleep.”

“Are you awake?”

“I’ll do it.”

“What is it?

“Sleep well.”

“Are you okay?”

“I’ll be okay.”

“You’re safe.”

“I’m a friend.”

“I don’t like it.”

“I can’t sleep.”

“You’re amazing.”

“You’re comfortable.”

“You’re warm.”

“You’re soft.”

“You are shaking.”

“You are wet.”

“You are tall.”

“I am freezing.”

“I am hungry.”

“I’m tired.”

“I know you.”

“I’m too short.”

“I’m frightened.”

“Where were you?”

“Why me?”

“Why there?”

“Come here.”

“Walk with me?”

“Kiss me.”

“Hug me.”

“Hold me.”

“Help me.”

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jebediah-bundren:

Jeb was about as far from a city slicker as you could get. He was all small town  – a one gas station and a general store – type of man.

Leave it to a cat to ignore you when you were tryin’ to help. This was why Jeb was a dog person. “Jo,” He inched forward a little, wincing as the branch creaked, “If you’d just move one step towards me I can get you down.” he secured his legs around the branch, trying to stay close to the trunk, before making another reach and, again, falling just millimeters short of propper grabbin’ distance. A couple leaves fell. He pushed hair off of his forehead, “I promise you.”

Looking down,  “I won’t drop him.” 

And then turning back to the cat, he dared to scoot a little further away from the trunk, branch protesting under his weight. He put on his game face, even going as far as turning his baseball cap backward. He said he would get the fucker down for the lady and Jeb always kept his promises. So on the silent count of three, Jeb reached out one final time and scooped up the irritated ball of fur, and with a firm arm held it against his chest. His other was preoccupied with holding on for dear “life” as the branch shook. It was a good thing he was immune to cat scratches nowadays.

The cat protests in a long, drawn-out mewl that only rises in intensity. His body rigid, tense as he’s being held to the man’s chest. Still not happy. Sour chirps follow, but he doesn’t try to wiggle free, too smart for that. Still, there will be no thanks for this guy coming from him. Meanwhile, Mirian’s watching wide-eyed from the ground, clasping her hands together as Jeb finally gets a hold of her cat. 

Then comes the big question, how do they get down? 

She looks around as if she’s expecting to see some immediate answer to that question——a magic ladder! A pile of apple boxes to stack on top of each other! But there’s nothing. Of course, or this would’ve been a whole lot easier. 

So she runs over to the trunk, stands there arms-out, looking up.

“Okay, if you——if you climb down a little bit, maybe I can catch him...” Undoubtedly a bad idea. For a second all she can imagine is her face full of claw marks.

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ofabelisms:

     How could you explain to some random stranger that the reason why the dog baring it’s teeth in front of you was because you were a werewolf? You just couldn’t. Or, well, you could. But the last thing Abel needed was to look like a mad man standing in the middle of a park in a town he had only just recently arrived in. He knew it was a place for supernaturals–or at least that’s what the stories said–but that didn’t exactly mean you could just parade what you were. Or at least…he thought. 

     It’s not like being a werewolf was something he was proud of. More ashamed than anything. 

     But he seemed to be getting ahead of himself here. 

     Taking a tentative step back, Abel breathed out a sigh of relief when the dog didn’t move from his spot. The dog was still growing and snapping, but seemed content watching Abel back away. This was the opposite of the way Abel needed to go, but if he ended taking the long route, well that was better than getting a throat torn out. 

     “Guess he’s just having a bad day?” He tried with a wince, knowing his reasoning sounded like a reach. His gaze flickered over to the face holding the soft voice that spoke only moments earlier, before back quickly towards the dog. Another step, and the dog seemed to hide it’s teeth behind it snout once more. Still growing though. Cheeky bastard. “Who knows. I was just trying to get some coffee, but that seems to not be in the cards for me today.”

She’s keeping her gaze steady on the dog for a while, as if thinking something over, but her body posture is tense. Perhaps as it should be. But while she was just as present as the other was, the dog didn’t seem to waver its attention in the slightest, which was interesting. Of course, her mind could easily have come up with a plausible explanation——there are werewolves here, for god’s sake——but that’s just not the direction her thoughts takes at first.

“It could be a bad omen.” That’s it. Living in a town of supernaturals and she’s still superstitious as if she hasn’t had all her personal theories and stories either proven true or debunked in the time she’s been here. Catch her reading tarot cards and burning incense as if it does anything to change the direction of this ramshackle town. And it’s not until this thought sticks to her mind she seems to take the whole situation seriously——furrowing her eyebrows, a small step back. 

“Maybe we should go. Maybe it means something.” 

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ofabelisms:

     It went usually one of two ways: dogs either feared him and scampered out of the way even before Abel could approach them. Or, they stood in front of him fearlessly, teeth bared and growling deeply in threat. 

     This just so happened to be the second option, and Abel stood helplessly as a large mutt stood in his way. He wasn’t sure if it was because of the werewolf thing, because dogs used to love him, but the last thing he wanted to do was cause a scene. A scene, he mourned softly, that was playing out right now for everyone to see. He swallowed thickly and took a small step to the left, dismayed as the dog mirrored his movement with a snap of it’s jaws. His shoulders slumped as he looked about his surroundings, a glimmer of hope blooming in his chest as he watched someone approach. 

     “Hey uh–” He called out towards them. Maybe they would be able to get the dog to go away. Abel just wanted to go home, honestly. “Do you happen to know whose dog this is?” 

Cat person. She was a cat person. Which was maybe why she was freezing up a bit. 

Seeing dogs just running around the scene wasn’t all that common. At least the werewolves in the town kept the running to a minimum. She stops to study the creature a good, safe distance away, but struggles to place it to anyone, or anywhere.

“I don’t know——” Eyes flickering between the guy and the apparently angry dog that stood in front of them. “I’m not sure. Did you do something to piss it off?”

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tcxicheart:

she raises a single brow then, leaning a little more heavily against the bartop before she began to smirk. “that’s not usually what i trade for drinks.” she’s amused at how seemingly lame this woman’s jokes are, the facts that she seems the polar opposite of bella herself. she glances back down at all the trinkets, brows furrowing when the question is asked. withouth hesitation, she reaches out and takes the pocket watch in both palms, black nails glinting as she turned the watch over a few times, magic thrumming between her fingers. “nope, not haunted. just a rusty old thing.” she uncremoniously dumps the watch back down in front of her.

Drawing figures and shapes on the dew of the beer glass, Mirian studies the other intently while waiting for a reply. It’s what she expected, of course, but the disappointment still shows in the way she slumps her shoulders. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” She reaches out and takes the watch back in her hand, twisting it between her fingers. “Would have been too easy, I guess. It was just kinda lying at the side of the road.”

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jebediah-bundren:

Jeb smiled. He loved it when animals had people names.

He placed his palm on the tree, considering it with the attention only someone who grew up climbing pines.

“Yep.”

Was his simple response, already making his way up the tree when she called out to him. Jeb looked over his shoulder, “Don’t worry, I know what I’m doin. I have a degree in climbing trees.” That was false. Jeb didn’t have a degree period. But he did have lots of experience. And backed with the knowledge that if he did fall he wouldn’t be hurt he didn’t mind the challenge. “Here kitty kitty, Here Jo…” He reached the branch where the orange cat was perched, cautiously pulling himself up onto it, “Now Jo don’t go pullin some crazy cat shit on me, I’m on your side.” He did that clicking tongue thing that some cat’s responded to, then inched forward, stretching out a hand, fingertips just inches away from fur.

She’s wondering briefly why she’s never had any practice climbing trees. Blames it on growing up in a small city, a four minute walk from school through the centre where trees didn’t even grow unless planted. Maybe she should start practicing now? He makes it look easy, anyway. But for now she’s pretty relieved to be planted safe on the ground, head leaned back to look up through the branches.

Joseph doesn’t seem happy to have company up on his branch; doesn’t seem too pissed-off, either, doesn’t really seem any way at all. Bats his tail a few times, ears perched, doesn’t seem to move even when touched. It’s clear he’s not too happy with this entire arrangement either.

Softly, from the ground below: “Um. Just——please don’t drop him.”

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“bless we with breath lest we forget what you said, to loose this noise in my head, for that in flesh unto death might we seamlessly blend.”

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eternallybabyfaced:

“Honestly, yeah, I’m alright. My arse might never be the same, but other than that I’m peachy.”

Now Alfie was the one who was looking close to laughing, soaking up the ridiculousness of it all. For a town that could seem so dire at the best of times, it was important to hold on to the fleeting moments of joy. Plus, it wasn’t often he got to do anything close to heroic – even if it was just getting a cat from a tree.

“Most of what I do tends to be,” Alfie admits, a mischievous smile gracing his face at the memory of his hijinks. Though they were less frequent than his human days, he tried to keep a hold of his sense of humour as much as he had his sense of humanity. 

(The former was easier to maintain.) 

 “Not to be controversial but these things don’t happen with dogs.”

"No way!” She holds the cat closer to her chest, nuzzling him against her neck. Still new to this, having only been a cat owner for a couple of years, but the defensiveness comes fast. “I couldn’t have a dog in this town——all the wolves running around here, are you crazy? It’d be worse than a tree.”

But it’s probably a better reason for why she should be getting better at keeping Joseph indoors to begin with.

“Anyway,” she runs her hand over the cat’s head, fingers scratching the orange fur, “I’m gonna go get him back inside the store——you can come, if you want. You can choose something from the dollar bin to take and I won’t even tell.” It wasn’t really, technically, her position to be offering such fine prizes, but whatever.

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