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Bah Humbug
kennedyxosmith:
Kennedy tried not to frown but she kept the smile on her face. “We are friends, so we can spend time together.”
“I appreciate the gesture but i’m sure you have family to go visit. I don’t want to keep you from them too long”
Bah Humbug
erikhawtcrn:
Erik pushed himself away from Remy now. “Barely rehabilitated, ouch.” He even put his hand over his heart. “Oh you wound me.”
“You saying i’m wrong? Because on a scale of normal to havok-wreaking murderer you’re pretty high up there, aren’t you?”
jacobdashwood:
He nodded. He knew he wasn’t going to get a guarantee, not if he was about to do something no one had ever done before. But he’d take the odds Remy was offering him. He wasn’t afraid of risks, the only thing he wasn’t willing to do is walk towards a certain death. Which would happen if he wouldn’t do anything. He couldn’t beat Nicolas if he stayed a vampire. As a hybrid however… He nodded while he shrugged. “I did not, yet. But Laveau… you know me. Do you honestly think that is any problem for me? I won’t even ask you do to it. I’ll gladly do that myself.”
There were no room for his feelings when it came to what he was going to do. Remy shoved all thoughts of sacrifice to the back of his mind - and the shock that came from realizing just how easy it was to ignore those feelings was shoved aside as well. He supposed if he were a vampire this would the equivalent of turning off his humanity. He’d done it before; given up innocent life in the pursuit of something far greater and he could do it again. He just needed to remember who he truly was. This was what he devoted his life to. “Doesn’t matter who does it, it’ll get done... You know, I never bothered asking you this before, s’pose it doesn’t really matter, but why go through so much trouble to become a hybrid?”
Bah Humbug
erikhawtcrn:
“Enlighten me, what is personal space?” He mocked while he leaned against Remy, all on purpose of course.
“You’re hilarious” Remy deadpanned. “Was it your sense of humor that got Kennedy to kick you to the curb or the fact that you’re a barely rehabilitated psychopath?”
Bah Humbug
kennedyxosmith:
Kennedy nodded as she listened to Remy speak. “It’s about spending time with loved ones.” She responded. “Well, I’m sorry to hear about that. Some people can be a bit annoying.”
“And what if you don’t have any loved ones to spend it with? What do you do then?”
jacobdashwood:
He smirked at Remy’s vehement denial he suddenly stopped. The roll of the eye he could ignore, especially if there was far more important information Remy had for him. “Try… how big will the chance on success be?” He wasn’t going to risk himself for a minor chance of getting what he wanted. “A pioneer seldom gets a guarantee. I do want to know what I’m risking though.” He smirked. “Three wolves won’t be the problem. I can arrange that.”
He could lie to Jacob, he should lie and say that the chances of success were little more than impossible. But there was no trust between the two and he doubted the vampire would take his word for it; no doubt he’d get a second opinion and learn the truth either way. “There’s no real way to say what would happen if it didn’t work but... Considering you found yourself a damn good warlock, the odds are definitely in your favor”
“You do realize one has to die, right? Hell, they all might die”
A blast from the past || Amanda & Remy
tangledxmagic:
Amanda doesn’t know her true capabilities, just as she doesn’t know whether she has hurt anyone along the way. One thing she is aware of is the blood which she has had on her hands and if that is through hurting someone innocent, there is no way the brunette witch would want or expect anyone to defend her.
So she’s had enough of the conversation and chooses to end it and be on her way. Yet her mind seeks a different course of action. It offers her little snippets of something–a memory perhaps, but she just cannot grasp enough, only the fact it concerns him. Amanda knows she would be spiting herself to walk away now, when deep down she feels–or hopes–that he might be able to offer her something that will bring clarity to the confused state she has found herself in.
“Hang on just a minute….”
It is her turn to take hold of his forearm and demand his attention.
“The memory spell??”
Was clarity mentioned earlier?
–because right now, it is anything but and Amanda’s mind is turning over and over, unease and a small degree of panic are starting to build. Calm down and think….
She inhales as she chastises herself to listen to him.
“You were meant to undo the spell?..what do…..” Almost as soon as the words leave her lips, a harsh expression graces Amanda’s face. “You…you are responsible for the way I am—for my life–for everything that’s happening…don’t you see the damage you have done?–how difficult you have made my damn life?”
“My p-parents?…you know who they are?” It almost feels like something has gripped her chest and she takes a few deep breaths as she tries to digest what she is being told.
Looking at him, her jaw clenches, anger and irritation towards this man for all the times she has sleepwalked–all the times she has got into trouble–all the times she can’t remember and all the damn times she has had to move towns because of it. Even as a kid she was passed from foster family to foster family because they couldn’t cope and Amanda was left right till now not knowing why.
–so she slaps him across the face.
“You deserved that!…and you owe me..I want my life back…my full one…my memories.”
He had expected his explanation, simple and it may be, to have cleared up a few things but if anything, Amanda looks even more bewildered. There’s something desperate about the way she clutches at his arm and if she weren’t holding onto him he thinks she might run - funny how many times throughout their conversation he’d thought that very thing and yet there she still was.
Confusion slips away and ah, finally she’s putting the pieces together -
but in success of the confusion is anger.
“Difficult?” He repeats, incredulously. “I did what I was asked -”
The realization that he’s gone about things the entirely wrong way is a sudden one. They’re getting absolutely nowhere. There’s too many questions to answer and for her to understand she has to know to them all. He’s not the one whose had his mind messed with so why does he feel like he too is missing a part of the story?
“My p-parents?…you know who they are?”
You know who they are, not ‘you know them.’ It’s an interesting choice of words and each phrase similar enough that most people might have missed it. He’s not most people.
He’s dropped a bombshell on Amanda with little to no warning so he’s sure he deserves the slap that’s so benevolently given to him. It doesn’t mean he’s expecting it however, and it certainly doesn’t make his cheek hurt any less.
The smack echoes in his ears long after the deed is actually done and for a split second there’s anger leftover from the foul mood he’d been in all day but he quickly shoves it down - he’s not a wolf, he doesn’t have impulse or anger issues.
His jaw twitches painfully as he nods at her request. “It’s been a very long time since I took those memories. I can’t promise they’ll all still be there. For now why don’t you start by telling me why the hell your parents haven’t explained any of this to you yet?”
I’m fighting myself. I know I am. One minute I want to remember. The next minute I want to live in the land of forgetting. One minute I want to feel. The next minute I never want to feel ever again.
Benjamin Alire Sáenz, Last Night I Sang to the Monster (via wordsnquotes)
bloodrageprince:
“Is that not what we tell ourselves as a means of comfort for the choices we make?” Nicolas questioned aloud, although it was mostly rhetorical. Where it any other witch, he’d probably have been piqued by the comment - interpreted it as yet another attempt on the species’ part to play the victim - and delivered his own question as a means of reproach. But with Remy, it was merely left to hang in the air between them. And as Remy acknowledged the hypocrisy in the witches’ mandate to abide by nature, while simultaneously twisting it beyond the realms of what was ‘natural’, he found that his exception was well-merited. At least for now. Perhaps that was the reason he’d been able to tolerate the warlock’s company thus far; the man made no pretense that he was better than what he seemed — And it was for that very reason, that Nicolas suspected he was better than what he seemed.
“I didn’t ‘let’ myself get turned.” He interjected with a swift shake of his head. “I sought it out, I knew what I was getting myself into. A pact with the Devil… One far older than even myself.” But it was a price he’d been willing - or perhaps desperate enough - to pay when it came to family. When it came to saving the last remaining member of his family before she too, succumbed to the plague that had taken the rest of them. But that was a story for another time, as Remy got to his feet with a start and said something about leaving to the server. The Original contented himself with his drink, his mind still turning over the old, dusty gears of his past that he so rarely chose to revisit. When Remy turned to address him, he inclined his head and raised his glass in accordance. “’Till next time, then. Good evening, Mr. Laveau.”
-End-
The Veil || Tatiana x Remy
tatianawitchdoctor:
She knew that it was him.
She knew exactly who it was that she was clinging to in the throes of her grief - knew how severely Arianne would’ve reprimanded her for it - how staunchly she herself would’ve condemned it before this day.
Remy…
She’d always known that she was w e a k - if not physically, magically - then most certainly weak-willed, weak of spirit. A stronger person wouldn’t have disintegrated to the degree that she had. Alaina would’ve handled her grief with quiet strength. And Arianne would’ve rather bathed in her own blood than let herself fall into the comfort of an enemy’s arms. But here she was, clinging to the mentor, the friend, the nemesis, the warlock the m a n - who would scorn her all the more for this latest mistake. This failure, this weakness…
“I need you to stay still.’
And she does. Obediently and without question, like she used to when she was a child. And although she’ll never admit it - not to him, not to anyone - she’s r e l i e v e d . Relieved to be able to defer the burden of her own responsibility onto someone else for five minutes; to revert back to a time when the difficult decisions didn’t fall on her and she had only to obey, obey, obey. And it isn’t fair - because for twenty years up until her death Arianne shaped her into the perfect marionette; meant to bend and twist and jump at every command. She was taught how to follow - but never to lead. And now, more than ever Tatiana knows that she’s lost. The stoic mask she’s worn for so long is shattered on the floor right next to her pride. Alaina’s dead and she doesn’t know where to even begin picking up the pieces…
“Everywhere… It hurts e v e r y w h e r e. ”
He hadn’t felt needed in a long time; sure his magic was, his knowledge of intricate rituals and spells highly sought after… His persona as a Voodoo Priest had a waiting list of problems to solve but Remy Laveau, owner of a television set barely touched, piano enthusiast, man whose home contained half unpacked boxes because leaving town was an inevitable fate, that was an entirely different side of him that came out for a select few and he never knew which person to be around Tatiana, leading him to be a discombobulated, angry mixture of the two. But now, holding onto her, telling her he’s going to help her - meaning the words entirely, he’s so utterly and wholly Remy in a way he’s only ever been when it came to her.
He owes her, and whether she decides to collect the debt or not, he’s going to pay it. Her words pierce him and he doesn’t reply, can’t reply. There’s nothing left he can say, nothing that can make the pain go away. It hurts now but it won’t always; eventually thinking of Alaina won’t remind her of what she lost but what she had… It’s the way grieving should work - the way it works for most people. The night’s events has caused something to change between them, shifted their dynamic, and he doesn’t know what this means, if she has decided to put aside her hate for him for the time being or if she’s decided to put it away for good. One thing he does know however, is that the unknown doesn’t seem so scary knowing she’ll be right there beside him.
Bah Humbug
erikhawtcrn:
“Oh believe me, she doesn’t go everywhere with me enough to see me feeding and killing.” Except that one time when he ripped her neighbor to shreds and threw the head to her, but Remy didn’t need to know that. “What’s the matter with you?”
"Hmph" Remy let out a noise of disbelief but decided to let the matter go - for now. He didn't have the energy to argue with Erik. "As much as I'd love to sit here and chat about my problems with someone who happens to be one of my problems, there's much better uses of my time... Like explaining to you the merits of personal space”
lexibramptonrpg:
Lexi couldn’t help the hollow chuckle that left her at his words, subtle but there in the silence for those keen to pick up on. I will when I find out who that person is…she thought, bowing her head briefly before Remy spoke a much more somber reality, one she could identify with, that much was certain.
Her eyes studied his features for any tell, anything that might give away how he felt about being alone but Remy was a stone wall, and he reinforced his barrier with the words that followed.
They were unexpected, and perhaps, just a little bit disheartening. I did it because having a young vampire with control issues running around would be inconvenient. Like a hole in a strip of film, Lexi’s mind flooded with the memory of Nic’s disdainful, “Do not think that because I know how to make the best out of an nuisance that it ceases to be - inconvenient.” It, being her, if memory served her right.
Swallowing the past now, as it tied into her present, Lexi felt like a kid forced to take its medicine. And she kicked the part of herself that had been naive, and thought Remy had involved himself in her problems for warmer reasons.
“Right.” she said, eyes studying his only a moment before she shifted her attention to the holly between them. She tightened the string that held it up before moving past him to hang another on the other side of the kiosk.
What right did he have; what gave him permission to just insert himself into Lexi’s life? Did he really think he could make a difference? She wasn’t alone, he didn’t need to question her on her list of friends to know that. She had others, she had Erik. He was convenient, having a warlock on your side always was, but she didn’t need him.
He could feel the shift in the atmosphere but there was too much disappointment for the cause to exclusively be his words. He constantly learned there was more than meets the eye with the brunette; every time he saw her there was yet another wall, another facade and this was no different. There was something bothering her but she wouldn’t tell him about it, it was likely she wouldn’t tell anyone about it because girls like Lexi... They weren’t alone but they felt like it.
She looked at him and he feared she would see the truth in his eyes, see that he appreciated being able to help her because it gave him a purpose that wasn’t so dark or morbid. But she looked away seconds later and he let out a silent breath of relief. Not that it mattered. Lexi would believe when others said the worst of her because that’s what she expected. Him calling her an inconvenience was only confirming what she had probably been waiting for.
He studied her back, already regretting his words but unable to take them back. He may not have meant them but his reason for saying them remained. “Right” He nodded though she couldn’t see it. “I’ve got other business to attend to, take care of yourself will you?” He was out the door before he could say anything else, two truths trailing behind him. He didn’t want to go and maybe he was a little disappointed that it hadn’t been mistletoe.
Bah Humbug
kennedyxosmith:
Kennedy looked over to Joe before laughing. “I’m very honored.” She laughed a bit more. “So, I’m guessing this isn’t your favorite time of year?”
“Not in the least. Most holidays make no sense anyway, but we’ve ruined Christmas to the point where noone even remembers what we’re supposed to be celebrating in the first place. Now it’s all just an excuse to get gifts and annoy everyone. Some carolers showed up at my building yesterday and refused to leave until they got hot chocolate”
Bah Humbug
witchsaunders:
Faye frowned. “Tati? I have trouble believing that. How do you know her?”
“We go way back. She’s probably mentioned me in passing, warned you to stay away from me at least. Apparently i’m not the type of influence her coven should be around” He learned forward, teeth bared in a smirk. “Of course she’s the only one who seems to think so”
jacobdashwood:
“And you decided to act like a defenseless human, just for the fun of it?” Jacob of all people knew Remy was all but defenseless, having been on the receiving end of his considerable force once, but he wasn’t complaining about the opportunity he had been given. “Sacrifice? Who or what do I need to sacrifice? Blood won’t be the problem. That happens to be my specialization.” He smirked. “But that mean you think you can do it?”
“I wasn’t-” Seeing that he was about to be pulled into a meaningless argument when there were far more important things to be said, Remy stopped mid-sentence and refused to continue. He didn’t, however, manage to stop himself from rolling his eyes at the vampire. “I can try to do it” He was quick to correct Jacob. “There’s no guarantee that it’ll work. But if you’re still insistent on attempting it, i’ll need three wolves”
zacharyhawtorn:
“I don’t think I’ll aim for total sobriety. That’s doomed to fail anyway. But not spending every waking hour soaked in alcohol is a pretty reasonable resolution, I think.” He chuckled. “Although I think I’ll just start after the holidays. Sounds like a better plan.” Even if he would manage to cut back, there would be others who would give him drinks. “Tell me about it. That last encounter hurt. A lot.” And still… he should be lucky to be alive at all.
“I’m sure someone’s going to spike your eggnog either way, at least this way you can do it yourself” Remy had yet to run into too many hunters that had given him trouble, most seemed to solely focus on the bloodsuckers, so he was sure Zach had his fair share of run-ins with them. “And yet you managed to get away. Must not have been too bad of an encounter”
