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☾ ` - alice cullen, the vampire that resembles brianne tju just walked by. not many people know but they are actually nineteen / one hundred and twenty years old and belong to the olympic coven. when i see them i’m reminded of chopped hair in the bathroom sink, quirky earrings, tinkling bells, and too many clothes to fit in her closet. oh and that song is she weird by pixies. their pronouns are she + they. ( mazzy ) ` precognition.

#seattletm.intro #//will more be added later ? maybe!#//this is so bad ?! my apologies

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The woods were quiet. The creatures all tucked away in their little holes, hiding from the one predator that could destroy them all if he so choose. It was a sobering fact of what he was; the animals all ran from him when he wished they would run towards him. How many times in the past did he wish that he could have a dog? How many times was he reminded of the sobering fact that he couldn’t have one? Sighing, he pushed away from the tree he rested upon and fell several hundreds of feet to the forest floor. His downfall was practically soundless, just two lithe feet meeting the ground, and at once he caught the scent of someone familiar.

A bright and shining grin pulled at his lips, a smile that not many were graced with, and his eyes followed the path until it led to her. “Alice,” he greeted warmly, and at once felt at home. Alice signified that inside of himself; a home. She was the one who had led them to their family, to peace, for the first time in his life since he was a boy. He still felt like he owed her immensely but she wouldn’t hear of it, of course. His emotions spilled over like a flood onto all who dared come closer to him, he was incredibly happy in that moment. @precogniticns

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ALICE HAD BEEN TUCKED AWAY, sketching of all things when the vision came. it was hazy and more than anything, she had felt vastly emotional while the grainy image of jasper sulking in the woods skipped through her mind like scratched film. it was nothing dire, but she could feel that he was in a mood. she dropped what she had been doing, made her way outside, and started on a path into the trees. alice already knew she wouldn’t have to look, jasper would come. so while she waited, she marveled at how the leaves seemed to fall in perfect spirals and basked in the weight of the gray clouds crashing down into the treetops. then before alice knew it, jasper appeared before her.

“jasper.” they responded in turn, slowly skirting closer to him with the subtlest of smiles. alice didn’t want to baby him, or have him feel that his privacy had been invaded with a candid i saw you out here, so instead they remarked, “you seem...sad.” perhaps it had been an incorrect read, he seemed different now that they had crossed paths, but alice suspected that had something to do with their presence. not giving jasper an out, they asked, “are you out here hunting? or thinking?”

#interactions ; jasper

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it wasn’t hard for edward to notice alice’s figure, eyes especially captured by the clouds of smoke that appeared to be coming from their mouth, a view that caused his lips to twitch into a smile. he walked over, resting one of his shoulders against the wall next to her and leaning into it so that he was facing her. “alice, alice. don’t you know that smoking is bad for your health?” he joked and then he moved his face a little closer to hers, a grin stamped on his lips. “it might kill you,” edward couldn’t help but find funny the irony of a vampire smoking. that’s why, besides the fact that he still liked the taste, he kept the habit even after carlisle turned him. of course it wasn’t the only reason, it would’ve been too superficial and edward was one for finding deep, metaphorical meanings in every little thing: he liked to pretend he could still challenge death itself, reason why he found the taste to have changed over time, becoming bittersweet with a hint of nostalgia. “sorry for passing you the habit” he smiled “if it’s any consolation, you do look glamorous while smoking. but then again glamorous is an adjective i would use to describe you on the daily,” he then shrugged at their following words “i mean i have it, but if you desperately want to get rid of it then i’ll make the sacrifice.”

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“SAVE THE LECTURE.” alice demanded, airily laughing. “do you know how many people i haven’t offered one to today because i had the slightest inkling i might get that response?” the answer? a lot. while alice knew the passing strangers had their heart in the right place, it wasn’t a conversation they were interested in entertaining. her supply of patience was only so vast, it would make her grouchy, and eternal life was too long to spend in a bad mood. edward, however, was almost always a remedy to a potential sour mood. despite his typical disposition, they’d spent the better part of seventy years simply clicking. “it’ll kill you first. i saw it.” a lie, and a clear one as indicated by the grin on their face.

“if it makes me look glamorous, then why are you sorry? don’t be silly.” that was the goal, after all. she took another drag following edward’s compliment and nodded to express a sincere thank you. “nevermind. i’m keeping them.” alice extended her hand and shifted the cigarette around between her fingertips, like it were an engagement ring, “it’s a better accessory than a purse i’d say.” she hummed, pleased.

the cigarette dulled in comparison to edward’s company. alice seldom encountered coincidences, but they hadn’t been expecting to bump into him while out and about. “what brings you out of your nest?” they prodded, going as far to tap his foot with their own. answering for themself, alice glanced upwards to the clouds huddled together across the sky, “i wanted to enjoy the weather. i’ve been so bored getting off work past dark.”

#interactions ; edward

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ALICE’S SMILE WAS CONTAGEOUS. a smile of her own etched its way onto her features. she made sure to add an emphatic ‘oooh’ and ‘awww’ the next time they brought the cigarette to their lips. “you really are the coolest.” minah noted, her words sincere. everything about alice was cool from their style and the way they composed themselves to their taste in music and their outlook on the world. minah’s eyes followed alice’s gaze to the sky an unwelcomed grey settling in the clouds. “oh not much, just the usual: brooding and looking mysterious.” a playful smile danced across her lips followed by a contemplative hum, “honestly not much. i was thinking about going to the movies. there’s this small theater that plays off the wall kind of stuff, it’s usually pretty empty, which is good considering…”

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FOR SOMEONE STRUGGLING SO WITH THE TRANSITION, alice appreciated the kind exclamations extended to her from minah. the soft ooh’s and awww’s amongst other various compliments were enough proof for them that minah would wind up just fine. her heart had literally stopped beating, but it was still beating, there was kindness in that cold chest of hers, still bursting out here and there. of course, minah’s future wasn’t set in stone, and there was plenty of hard work to be done to solidify a fulfilling, eternal life, but alice had faith.

“you’re a quick learner.” alice playfully praised. they had never defaulted to brooding, but most did, and the joke was enough to elicit a soft laugh. keeping up with the pace of the conversation, they teased, “are you sure you aren’t taking someone elses advice? i’ve never brooded a day in my life!” not true, but funny. her brows raised as minah disclosed her plan for the movies. without second thought, alice offered, “do you want me to come with?” it was usually pretty empty, but not always, and in case it wasn’t she wanted to be there to help. on the other hand...maybe this was something minah wanted to try and conquer on her own. tilting their head, alice also proposed, “or maybe you could text me after?”

#interactions ; minah

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Their observation caused Bea to squint their brows before nodding, “Yeah I am but that’s the cons of living in Washington.” They let out an awkward laugh before shrugging before she was able to make a comment about how she’ll be able to survive a few more moments in the cold air, they were being offered a jacket. “Oh no I promise, i’ll be fine. I’m actually about to be in a lyft and some could compare those cars as a toaster for their passengers depending on the heat seating.” She rambled, waving her hands. Bea looked down at the thrifted and had to admit it was cute. “Uh yeah it is cute, but I promise you need it more than me. I don’t want to take your jacket.

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ALICE SHOOK THE JACKET, effectively forcing them to take a closer look at it. “it’s lonely, it wants you to wear it.” she insisted, all in good fun. that felt easier than them explaining how the jacket didn’t do much to shield them from the elements, it was nothing more than...clothes. hung up on the jacket debacle, alice persisted, “trust me, i don’t need it, take it! you can give it back to me over lunch or something...” smiling at the idea, alice slipped the cigarette between their teeth. that would be nice, wouldn’t it. “besides, you just told me how cute you thought it was! what if the love of your life is that lyft driver?” unlikely “you want to look good, don’t you?”

#interactions ; beatrice #/i switched up the format my b my b

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eyes looking down at her sketch book, aranya had tuned out almost everyone near her. mainly due to her wanting to concentrate on what she was doing. though after a few minutes, she snapped out of that, raising an eyebrow, she looked over at the female who had asked her a question. “no thank you. ” she replied . “i honestly don’t get why some people like smoking. doesn’t exactly seem healthy.”

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AT LEAST, her rejection had been polite. people were so...rude these days. although, alice always extended the benefit of the doubt, even to the crabby ones. “fair enough!” this wasn’t something to push onto somebody else, so they left it at that. alice, of course, didn’t have to worry about health benefits, but that wasn’t a conversation she was going to entertain. “i think it has to do with the burn and the buzz.” they thoughtfully answered, as if there wasn’t a cigarette in her hand. it made her seem shallow, she told the truth, “i’m trying it out as an accessory, some people look so cool when they smoke.” alice then took another drag and turned to the other, dainty smile lighting up her face, “is it working for me?”

#interactions ; aranya

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Nora was taken aback by Alice’s comment. It was reassuring, nonetheless, that Alice didn’t think she was a murderer or anything but it did seem like Alice knew something that Nora didn’t. They did intrigue Nora as well. She had never met someone who seemed so full of childlike life and in a dreary and rainy town, it was nice to have the sunshine in people. Made living in Washington a bit less dull. Even if Nora didn’t know Alice, she could feel that they would make good friends, based on her gut feeling alone.

“Are we?” Nora furrowed her brows. It was as if Alice had read her own thoughts. Deciding that she had shuffled long enough, Nora looked at her companion for the reading. “So, Alice,” she started, testing out the person’s name on her lips. It sounded nice. Nora never thought she had met an Alice before. It was a pretty name, she had internally concluded. “What do you want to know? We could do something easy and fun, like telling your past, present, and future. Or you could ask the cards questions,” she loosely explained. A part of her figured Alice knew how tarot cards worked and that she didn’t need much explanation.

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ALICE FELT THE HAIRS ON THE BACK OF THEIR NECK prick up when nora said their name. alice. alice. alice. she’d heard it said a million times, but never in a way so captivating. perhaps it was some connection formed by the cards, but for someone who smiled a lot naturally, alice’s cheeks were starting to hurt from grinning at the girl across from her. as she questioned her statement, alice nodded, certain in the assertation, “yes. we are!” the choices had been made, and they were decided. in no time, alice was sure she would see something come to fruition.

enough of her assured prattling, there was a fun task at hand.

“tell me about my past!” alice encouraged nora, stare flicking from her eyes and down to the deck. her past wasn’t the brightest, but alice wasn’t interested in learning about matters of the future, she could do that on her own. and the present? psh! the present was happening all around them! curiously, they watched the deck, as if they might be able to predict what they would tell nora about her past. no such luck. alice supposed there was no tampering with the mystic. finally looking back to nora, she licked her lips, then eagerly amended her prior request, “or you could do whatever you’re best at! i’m happy with anything.”

#interactions ; nora

mccngazer:

Beatrice didn’t like the cold in fact if they didn’t have her roots so deep into the state of Washington, the red head could easily see herself in a southern state. Nonetheless, here she was standing out in the cold arms bundled in her coat wishing they added on the third layer like she wanted too. Waiting on her Lyft driver to show up ( carpooling is much better for the environment ), they couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle at the other’s comment about cigarettes. “nothing is glamorous about those yellow teeth and bad breath causing nicotine sticks.” They said before shaking their head, “Oh no, i don’t smoke.”

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THE STRANGER had a limited time before their lyft arrived, alice knew that instantly. there was a valid point in the yellow teeth and bad breath, but alice supposed that wasn’t something to worry about. instead, her laugh trickled lightly into the air, and she disregarded the comment. “you’re cold.” they observed, shrugging off her jacket, “here, i don’t need it.” she held her coat out for the other, and while beatrice had yet to respond, she enthusiastically informed her, “i thrifted this coat, and it’s such a treasure!” alice eyed the knee length jacket, then met bea’s eyes, “isn’t it so cute?”

#interactions ; beatrice

fallagain:

THE SCENT OF THE CIGARETTE greeted minah before alice did. the smell of tobacco always brought her back to when she was thirteen — her best friend with a devious smile holding one of her father’s cigarettes between her fingers. she can still recall the taste and how her lungs betrayed her, forcing her into a miserable coughing fit. that was the first and last time she had ever tried smoking a cigarette. she slumped against the wall beside her counterpart. “no thanks, that’s all you.” she paused for a moment, eyes fixed on alice. “i have a question for you, can vampires even get buzzed? you know being sort of dead and all, it doesn’t seem like any of the fun stuff would still work.”

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SHAKING THEIR HEAD, alice took another drag, then gracefully tinted their chin up as they blew out smoke. “definitely not.” luckily, alice wasn’t too sad about that. she figured the effects of smoking cigarettes, good or bad, were null and void at the hands of vampirism. that understanding made her giggle, but she continued smoking anyhow, “it’s not fun, but i know we look so chic right now.” they grinned over at minah and playfully waved the cigarette in her face, “are you sure you don’t want any?” when minah confirmed her original answer, alice puffed on the cigarette again, “more for me.” she shuffled back into the wall further and looked up at the sky. as clouds rolled in, she sighed, “it’ll rain today. i wanted to go to the beach.” they sighed again, “what are you doing today?”

#interactions ; minah

noraleveaux:

Nora had never seemed someone so… excited to have their cards read. Often, it just seemed like a fun novelty to others and while Nora didn’t exactly believe in all the witchcraft and wizardry that her grandmother seemed to be into, she did feel like there was something true in it all. Maybe others were just gifted when it came to that kind of thing. Like, the Long Island Medium! But Nora was never fully confident in her our abilities, she just figured she had read enough tarot card books and listened to her gram blab on enough to know a thing or two.

“Follow me,” she beamed, moving over to the record player and turning the volume down slightly. Nora moved from the counter to a doorway, pushing the beads away to allow herself and Alice in. “I promise I’m not, like, a serial killer or anything,” was that bad to say? Nora thought it was something she’d want to be reminded of before going into a random room with another person. As she entered the room, Nora grabbed her deck of cards that were already sitting on the reading table and sat down, motioning for the other to sit in front of her.

As she began pulling out deck from their sleeve and shuffling them, she decided to make small talk. “I’m Nora, by the way.”

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‘I PROMISE I’M NOT, LIKE, A SERIAL KILLER OR ANYTHING.’ “i know you’re not.” alice responded, softly laughing to herself, like she knew something that nora didn’t. she didn’t know what she knew, but there was a vague familiarity in the sight of nora’s face, and her presence felt familiar. alice didn’t think they had met before, but perhaps she had seen her in a vision, once upon a time. they weren’t sure. there were so many visions, all of the time, and not all of them were concrete. some made sense, others didn’t, and in the grand scheme, they just couldn’t remember every single one.

curiosity aside, alice was looking forward to her reading, and it was painted across her face in the form of a brimming smile. intently, she watched nora shuffle the cards. their gaze shifted to shelves filled with more and more occult items. she thought she could get used to hanging around here. “nora.” she hummed, “i’m alice.” then, an inexplicable feeling, “we’re so going to get along!”

#interactions ; nora

TOBACCO HAD BEEN THE CRAZE for as long as alice could remember and for a one-hundred-and-twenty year old vampire, it was a miracle they had yet to pucker their lips around a cigarette. posted up on a wall with her very on pack of american spirit’s, she took a drag, coughed curiously, then shook her head. without verifying who was beside her, they asserted that, “you know...these really aren’t as good or as glamourous as i thought they might be.” a shrug, maybe it was a vamp thing. “oh well.” they should’ve guessed it. alice proceeded to take another puff, then turned to the person standing beside her, “want some?”

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i got this , i got this . she thought to herself , struggling to carry a tower of books over to the history section of the library . bella could feel the clumsiness about to happen she just knew it - sure enough , she trips over her own feet and hits the ground with a thud . books scattering across the floor . her cheeks turn red in embarrassment and she hurriedly begins to pick them up . “ crap , crap , crap , ” comes another chant , only this one is aloud .

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ALICE danced backwards as the books toppled in their direction, patient smile on her face. delicately, she knelt down and began to help return the books neatly to their tower. “relax.” she softly and sweetly advised. before the other could make any excuses, they extended their hand, knowingly, and grinned, “i’m alice, so nice to meet you.” a look down to the stack of books, “these are a bit boring.” she said, blunt and casual

#interactions ; bella

thevirginabilene

𝐖𝐇𝐎: Nora Leveaux & open

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍: Anytime during the week.

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄: Lazulite Quartz.

Days at Lazulite Quartz were always slow. Tourists would flock in to have Nora or her gram tell them their future or read their cards and sometimes they would buy a set of tarot cards as a souvenir or maybe some crystals, but there was never any constant business and usually, it was just Nora kicking back, listening to her vinyls throughout the day, and essentially playing with her thumbs until closing.

Today seemed to be slower than usual. It seemed like every hour on the dot someone would come in for a reading which was fine because Nora knew the business would pick up as springtime and summertime drew closer, and honestly, she didn’t mind the slowness. She only worried that her gram would dock a few bucks off her paycheck.

After organizing the store for what felt like the hundredth time today, it was near closing time. With Sylvia leaving, it was just Nora in the store, cleaning up before she could eventually close. However, her Rumours vinyl still had a few songs to go and Nora was the type of person that had to listen to her albums in full. Whistling to the tune of I Don’t Wanna Know, she heard the door open signifying a new customer. “If you’re here for a reading, gram’s already gone,” she announced, before turning on her heel, making eye contact with the person, “unless you want a reading from me which let me just preface, it’ll be shit,” she joked, tapping her hands along the counter.

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OCCULT SHOPS were one of life’s simple pleasures. sometimes they were closer to hitting the mark, other times they were completely off, but they were enjoyable all the same. following a shift ( which they had left early, because they felt like it ) alice took a stroll around the city before halting in front of one hole in the wall. for whatever reason, she felt particularly compelled to step inside. the tinkling of bells followed her into the store and they leisurely examined the crystals and oils and candles that littered the shelves. nice.

if you’re here for a reading, gram’s already gone. with complete disregard for the statement, alice tilted their head curiously, “i love this song.” she then closed in on the counter, “you’ll give me a reading?” excitement brimmed behind their eyes, like she’d just been gifted something, “i’ll take it.”