A MEMBER OF his pack was dead , paraded through town like some sick twisted joke . and that was on him . he couldn’t help but think that if he were a better alpha he could’ve avoided this . maybe he was being too hard on himself , or just hard enough , but either way he couldn’t shake the guilt he felt for not being there to protect one of his own . then again , he was also unable to shake the gratitude and ease of mind he had felt knowing that it wasn’t his children who had fallen victim to whoever killed those three innocent creatures that night .
the pack meeting that occurred in the crescent territory of wickery forest was less than desirable for the alpha . sure , he wasn’t at all surprised by the angered reactions from his peers , but he’d certainly wished that things could’ve gone smoother than they had . his senses detect movement just outside , the sound of footsteps approaching from a mile away , closer , closer , until : ‘ i’m not taking visitors . ‘ the alpha groans , a bit of an annoyed , almost defensive growl hooking to the end of his words .
there was nothing worse than seeing the bodies strung up in town square, to know that one of her own kind, even if they weren’t in the same pack, had been among them. no one was safe, so it seemed, and it had made her gaze more sharp as the days passed. it had been none the easier have to assess the scene of the crime, to come up empty handed when there should have been something, anything, to give them an idea of what had happened. her thoughts dwelled heavily on what she might have done if it’d been her sister. raised hell, certainly. thankful though she was that it wasn’t, she could only imagine the aftermath left in apollo’s hands.
perhaps it’s residual guilt, though she’s hardly at fault, that it had been a member of his pack and not her own that led her into crescent territory. the alpha’s steps do not falter, and she’s not quick to turn away, either, at his less than welcoming tone. ❝ i’ve come to offer my condolences, ❞ josephine offered plainly, for his loss and the lack of information yet to turn up, though her expression was not unkind. ❝ the case has yet to return any leads. ❞
FRAME LEANING LAZILY against the counter top behind him , phone in hand practically glued to the kid’s face with how attached to it he seemed to be . the hoodie slouching baggy and oversized on his lanky frame had his name tag attached to it as if it was an acceptable alternative to his uniform , which it wasn’t , he knew that , but vermont’s weather never warmed until july at the very earliest and his boss still refused to fix that damn heat . there were paint stains on his fingertips , barely masked by his sleeves that were pulled over his hands like makeshift gloves and were easily noticeable if you took the time to note his scrolling on his iphone .
‘ it’s a shame about those people who were killed . ‘ he says softly , noticing the patron take a seat at a bar stool adjacent from him . he adjusts the hood of his sweatshirt promptly when he feels eyes gazing at the scars on his neck , reminders of vampires’ past . ‘ you don’t think there’s any reason to be worried , do you ? probably a one and done deal right ? coffee ? ‘ the kid blabbers on , reaching for the lukewarm coffee pot as he readies his notepad .
expression is drawn in a taunt frown, thoughts occupied by the events that undoubtedly plagued ever poor, unsuspecting creature in town. finnegan was handling it as he did most things, which is to say that he wasn’t handling it at all. in the fashion that only the hellhound was familiar with, he’d chosen to spend the rest of his evening alone with a basket of fries and mediocre coffee. it certainly beat the alternative of wrecking more havoc, despite how preferable it was. he could be on slightly better behavior for just a little while, couldn’t he ?
gaze lifts at the boy’s words, head dipping slightly in acknowledgement as he settled into the worn seat. ❝ it’s not somethin’ y’like to hear about, that’s for sure. ❞ shoulders rise and fall in the slightest of shrugs, gaze skimming his figure fleetingly. just a kid, stuck in a mindless job. ❝ i could tell y’that, but clearly someone had some kind of message to get across. people don’t leave dead bodies without an ulterior motive. please, ❞ finn nodded absently, grasping the porcelain in preparation. ❝ and some fries, too, i think. ❞
A lot of what I do is embodying and encompassing other characters, but I’m still trying to figure out who Casey is. I view acting not as a job, but as a way for me to process and cope with my bipolar disorder and the childhood traumas I faced as a child. Acting for me is a lot like jumping out of an airplane. It gives me the freedom to be who I want to be.
it’s another slow night, and ASMODEUS has taken to brooding. often on her breaks, she broods quite well. she’s not allowed to cause too much trouble, lest she wreak havoc all across watermount. so, she broods.
she steps outside PANDEMONIUM, and she searches her purse that she’s brought for cigarettes. praise be to LUCIFER, she doesn’t have to worry about lighters much anymore. the cigarette between her lips seems to spark alive on its own.
she steps farther out onto the sidewalk and waits for a moment before she can sense someone approaching. whether or not they’re here for her is anyone’s guess, but she stops them still, turning to greet them.
❝ lovely weather we’re having, don’t you think? ❞ in truth, the weather was a bit damp. not the best weather, really. actually quite drab. then again, it was a sad little town in VERMONT. when was the weather any good.
the dancers took turns, mostly, during the slow evenings and in between peak hours. and normally, the nephilim didn’t mind the down time, the opportunity to make her rounds with those she was most familiar with within the club. usually she’d find herself perched at the bar, making small talk with any number of the bartenders and patrons inside, but with little to do, camille was keen on getting some fresh air while she had the time to.
she wasn’t all too surprised to find another already quite content out there, and a familiar face at that. another dancer, though certainly not someone she strove to be on the bad side of, and she couldn’t just walk away now that she’d been seen.
lips purse into a thoughtful line, gaze lifting to survey the area around them. vermont was abysmal, at best, but there were worse places to be. ❝ i suppose it’s fair, overcast and mildly humid. if you find that lovely, then i’m sure it’s just wonderful. i personally favor much more sunny weather. ❞
guilt tears at him, eyes surveying the flowers on display in his shop. although he didn’t personally know the victims who were strung up like puppets, demetrius still felt just as guilty. the entire town mourned their death, business for him booming much more than usual. he scratched his beard at the customer, feeling embarrassed at his lack of products. ❛ m'sorry, we’re actually ALL OUT of lilies … already. the next batch won’t be blossoming for a couple more days. ❜
demetrius scrambled to gather some other sample of flowers, fingers gently grasping the bundles, always soft with his plants. ❛ but we have plenty of carnations and chrysanthemums ! both equally as BEAUTIFUL for such a time. ❜
they were meant to find reprieve in the quaint little town, and for much of the past decade, they had. both her and demetrius had found routine in their own businesses, each focused on their own interests, but it wasn’t uncommon for anastasia to find herself perched in a corner of evergreen’s, thumbing through a thrice read grimoire and reciting her favorite spells to her brother. with the bodies found in the street only a week ago, tourists and residents alike were interested less in the eclectic selection of wares in the parlor, leaving her with a significant amount of down time. gaze lifts from where she sits, the customer’s insistence grows in octaves, anger invading their tone. ❝ i don’t want some useless alternative ! i need the lillies ! ❞
rising nonchalantly, ana’s expression is one of cool disregard as she approached. demetrius may have towered over her, but the sternness of her features made her much more of a force. ❝ if you want high quality flowers, you can take your pick of the stock available. the chrysanthemums are especially lovely. otherwise, you will have to wait for the lillies to bloom like every other patron, or search elsewhere for a low quality alternative. you’re not special. ❞
rosemary’s “ customer service ” smile , as she liked to call it , was painted on her face as she stood in the small flower shop , as she worked on tying the ribbon along the stems of the flowers the blonde got lost in her own little world , not even hearing the bell ding that signifies a customer walking in . it wasn’t long , though , as she left the person unattended to ; gotta love pricking your finger , right ? as she winced , her eyes fell on the person which took her by surprise . “ uh , hi ! how can I help you ? ” she beams , wiping her hands on her apron .
she certainly lacked her brother’s talent with plants, though not for lack of trying. plants did not call to her the same, even if they reached for the comforting call of magic in her fingertips. while she preferred to shop from her brother’s wares, it seemed counterintuitive to buy a gift for him in his own domain. she knew how they brought him joy. anastasia did not need a shopkeeper’s greeting as she maneuvered through the flower shop, fingers ghosting delicately across the petals as she weighed her options. decision in mind, senses led her to the young woman. disregarding the pinprick of blood, a slight smile rest on her lips. ❝ sorry. how much for a dozen ? ❞
❝ every waking moment of my life. eternal damnation is quite abismal with the screams of your loved ones burning alive echoing in your ears constantly. ❞
𝚒'𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 , 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 ; that there is ANASTASIA ZOIE ARSLAN , notorious for being ( hot-headed ) and ( abrasive ) , but there are times when she can be ( persuasive ) and ( unwavering ) . i’ve heard that she could pass as a ASLIHAN MALBORA doppelganger , but i don’t see it . the ( thirty / seventy nine ) year - old cis female ( heretic ) has been in town for ( ten years ) and they are a ( owner of the strange and unusual oddities parlor ) affiliated with ( no one ) . they tend to spark images of the clink of glasses filled with questionable and unfamiliar substances, stern looks shot towards wary passerby at an unkind word, and flowers in a constant state of bloom in spite of the weather .
basics.
full name: anastasia zoie arslan.
nickname ( s ): ana.
name meaning: resurrection, life.
age: thirty / seventy nine.
species: heretic.
occupation: owner of the strange and unusual oddities parlor.
in a world’s slow descent into madness, your country quickly approaching the second of their world wars, you come out screaming, making more of a scene than your brother only minutes prior. you set the precedent for much of your life.
your brother takes up more demure hobbies as you grow older, while you take a bigger interest in the stories of magic that your father is willing to share. you catch glimpses of it in moments of passing, eyes alight in wonder.
still, you two are very nearly attached at the hip, a mutual source of comfort and in spite of him being the elder twin, you are the one ready to protect him at a moment’s notice. he is soft, sees the world with wonder. you cannot let the world ruin him.
you have no problem remaining tucked inside the house at your mother’s stern demands, for you did not possess your brother’s green thumb nor his inherent love for the outdoors. but even still you grow restless, a budding desire for more.
at thirteen, you realize you are not among the same plane of witches that you once dreamed about with fondness. without the amulet you’ve worn since before you can remember, you have no magic of your own. your intrigue doesn’t lessen, only shifts. you test your limits frequently and often, after that, but you never siphon from those you care for. for now, they are safe.
a monster, they say. that you hear only from whispered conversations between visiting adults. what makes a monster, a monster ? scary teeth, impending danger ? you are just a child.
as you grow into yourself more, so does your boldness and proclivity for mischief increase. you sneak out late and often, with your parents none the wiser. there is more to life beyond the high wall that surrounds your property, and you were keen to see it all.
you have always been far too capable of holding your own, so it is easy to ignore downturned noses and whispered insults in favor of friends who could care less about your abilities or lack thereof. you are fifteen when you punch an unsuspecting boy in the face, proud to watch the fear in his eyes as you sap magic from his being.
you are a force, and it’s clear why hurricanes are named after people. it is the first time you start to believe their words. that maybe a monster lurked just beneath beautiful surface. your hands tremble when you return home for the evening, body thrumming with unspent magic. you do not siphon again for months.
after this, you meet your first and only real boyfriend, including clandestine meetings late into the night, stolen kisses at the garden entrance. he is a kind boy, or kind enough, and your heart experiences it’s first break several months into the relationship. without word, he disappears, death is assumed, and your heart aches with unanswered questions.
at eighteen, you manage to persuade demetrius to join you, insisting it is no life lived locked like some princess in a tower. but not all good things last, and not all parties end well. you flee the gathering quickly the moment things turn sour, mumble soft and broken apologies to your brother in the comfort of his room, and at some point your tears mix with his own.
you attend fewer and fewer parties after that, siphoning taking a back burner while you focus on other aspects of being a witch that pique your interest. grimoires and natural elements, herbs and incantations. you hone your skills in this way, even if you have no use for them in the comfort of your home.
at thirty, you no longer seek your mother’s permission to leave the home, as she trusts you and your brother wholly. still it is a foolish plight, another party, another problem. all was going well, and yet death seems to follow wherever you go, for by the end of the evening, it is yours and your brother’s lives that are snatch away.
when the transition is completely, you find that your home is no longer your own. the sun burns and you must be invited inside once more. a daylight ring is crafted for you and your brother, and neither of your parents seem to speak on what you’ve become.
the very same year, tragedy strikes your family without question. a normal evening in the arslan household, sibling banter and the doting looks of their parents across dinner table. the night ends as they always do, but you find yourself awoken abruptly, room filling with smoke and fire licking at the walls. the vague chants of ‘ monster, abomination ‘ just outside the house. your brother is your savior, as he always is when you need him most, and just like that, you flee into the night.
you become a solitary pair, traveling together for the next several decades, only every relying on one another. how could you freely trust anyone when your family had been ripped from your very grasp ?
watermount, vermont is your safe haven. a home for all monsters that roamed the earth. surely you could find safety, solitude, in such a town ? you take ownership of the strange and unusual oddities parlor, and put your passion for magic into good use.
Send an emoji below + three (3) different characters / muses that my muse must pick from! Some choices are considered ns / fw.
💍 - fuck, marry, kill.
💎 - unsex, divorce, revive.
💋 - hug, cuddle, kiss.
💫 - fight, tickle, insult.
🦋 - befriend, adopt, ignore.
🥊 - pinch, slap, punch.
✨ - summon, banish, absorb.
🔗 - handcuff, tie up, pin down.
🦷 - lick, suck, bite.
🗳️ - vote for, vote against, run against.
☕ - get coffee with, go out to dinner with, steal their food.
💤 - sleep with fully clothed, sleep with in underwear, sleep with naked.
💰 - rob a bank with, hide a body with, rat out to the cops.
🚦 - be stuck in an elevator with, be stuck in traffic with, be stuck in the apocalypse with.
🎉 - hang out with, party with, ghost.
🔛 - make love to, have a quickie with, be rough / kinky with.
🍪 - make cookies for, make a five-course meal for, burn all their food.
🔪 - protect, attack, fight side-by-side with.
💬 - SEND IN YOUR OWN THREE OPTIONS NOT LISTED ABOVE!
