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❛    KRINGLE,  NICK.     •    namastekringle·.

he’d offered her some of his gold coins in exchange for the meal, but she wouldn’t take them. said her name was shelley, and nick greeted her with glee, because she’d been the only person nice enough to offer him absolutely anything, or even talk to him. there’s a mouthful of pancakes when he glances up at her, a pause before he sets his fork down, swallows his food with a big gulp of hot chocolate as he gives a small, close-lipped grin.  

 ❝ sorry , bad habit , ❞ he slowly and sheepishly puts the small jug of maple syrup back in its place. thinks for a moment about what she’s asking before nick shakes his head. ❝ actually , i kind’ve just - picked this place out of a magazine . wanted some place warm , and… well , here i am , ❞ it doesn’t sound as crazy to nick as it would to anyone else. she was right- he’d basically stripped himself of everything he could without going naked, and he was still sweating like a pig. ❝ i don’t really , um… i don’t really have anywhere to go , ❞ he doesn’t sound sad, just stating a fact, as he picked his fork back up.

Shelley sipped her cocoa while watching the strange little man. It was curious to find a man wandering around outside Phoenix but even though he seemed rather open, he was still--  well--  strange. He had mentioned living somewhere north and the way he spoke of Christmas, she figured it was somewhere cold and pretty damn festive. She was Jewish, hardly ever celebrated Christmas, and the whole Christmas season kinda rubbed her wrong in the commercialism of it all, but, hey, to each their own, right?

Smiling amused as Nick replaced the bottle of syrup in the little basket, she watched him continued to eat while she took a bite of her own blueberry hot cakes. At the admission he just picked a place and went with it, Shelley’s brow quirked up. “Really?” she asked skeptically, “You just--  somehow got out here with no plan? Shit, dude, I thought I was the master of poor planning but that--  that is pretty dumb.” She laughed lightly and shook her head before looking out the window at her van seeing Bones’ head in the window; she made a note to snag a sausage patty for him before she left. Looking back at Nick, Shelley looked him over and shrugged. “I’ll be in town awhile,” she told him, “you can bunk up with me and Bones til you have some cash. It’ll be a little cramped but it’s better than sleeping on the street.” She smiled at him, “Consider it good karma.”

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❛    WATSON,  REMY.     •     dolphinmarked·.

“Y-YOU’RE A-ACTUALLY ER-EARLY, d-definitely a first for y-you,” a jest as Remy hops off the fish tank he’s been inspecting for the past hour. He closes the distance between the two of them with a smirk that’s stretched across his lips, “Y-you rreally have changed sssince getting back,” another tease. Really he’s happy than ever that Shelley’s back in town for the foreseeable future since things were a bit boring without her around, “I’ve sstill gota f-few minutes before I g-go to lllunch.” 

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Shelley kept Bones in his wagon but the old boy was dying to investigate the water dogs Remy was cleaning the tank for, little nose up high and tail thumping rhythmically against the floor of the wagon. At the comment of her timeliness, Shelley made a face, “You trying to say something, Watson?” she asked feigning accusatory. She tiled her head and pushed her sunglasses up only for them to fall down midsentence, “I’ll have you--... have you know that a wizard is never late, nor is she early. She arrives precisely when she means to!” A lazy grin spread across her face as she watched Remy and teased, “’S a good look for ya, Remy. I didn’t know you were so--  fit.”

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@eidetic187​.   gets a random starter from this blog, too hope its ok!

Shelley sat in the interrogation room, frowning and leaning back on the back two legs of her chair. She rocked back and forth, finding odd comfort in the rhythmic squeaking of the old metal under her weight. Sighing heavily, Shelley jutted forward with a clang and fell heavily onto the table top. “Hello!?” she called at the mirror, “I get the whole “make them sweat” shit but I don’t have time! Get in here, ask your stupid questions, and clear me, okay? Either that or lock me for psych hold and never find your killer. Your choice but I don’t have all day!”

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open to all.   wanna keep the train going but me and pupper wanna sleep so like this and i’ll try to send you a meme or two ( or three ). could be IC or if we’re not mutuals could be Meta/HC prompts. could be from a meme list or just some things id love to know about your muse. this is open to mutuals or non and some IC answers may be turned into threads if that’s alright!! ill get to it in the am! goodnight!

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❛    WATSON,  REMY.     •     dolphinmarked·.

“MMMMAYBE NOT T-TACKLE, BUT,” he ceases, knowing full well how she is with affection overall. Still, hearing she’s already been back in town for a bit makes his brow quirk, “It’s ffine, I kn-now how y-you can be,” it’s not a drag, it’s a fact. But he nods at her latter question, “It’s still a th-thing, yeah.” Now that’s certainly a memory, the two of them going to the winter festival together (as friends) on more than one occasion. Remy folds his arms over his chest and takes a few steps closer to her, “I’m p-planning on going to it if yyyou’d like t-to join me, like old t-times,” going as adults’ll definitely be a different thing for sure, but it should still be fun nonetheless. Remy’s teeth roll against his bottom lip, “Wh-where are you sstaying wh-while you’re in t-town?” 

Shelley probably should have been slightly offput that her inability to reach out had given her--  what would you call it?--  a reputation, but she brought it on herself. “It’s not you, Remy, you need to know that. Just been--  in the middle of shit, yknow? Busy. I didn’t even know if you were still in town.” It was a lame deflection but it was all she could think of when the guilt hit her harder than she anticipated. Remy was her best friend when she moved in with her aunt and uncle and he even wrote her when she was at Stonehearst, at least, that’s what her cousin said when she got out. The letters never came up so she never thanked him for trying. Maybe she should have. At the mention of joining him for the ice festival, like old times, Shelley smiled happily and looked down at Bones who sat at her feet. “I need to get his wagon but uh, yeah,” she agreed with a curt nod and looking back at Remy, “Yeah man, that sounds fun. Cocoa on me.” The question about where she’s staying made her pause and frown in surprise. Oh, right, he didn’t know about the van. “In my van, it’s at the campground. I live in it. Not much but it’s home. And it’s cheap. Sucks in the winter though, Bones and I have to break out the weighted blanket.”

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@namastekringle​.       gets a fun little holiday starter!!

Shelley hadn’t planned on being in an IHOP at 2 in the morning, okay, that wasn’t entirely unusual for her, what was, however, was the man roasting in front of her inhaling a stack of hot cakes. She watched him a bit amused and a bit disgusted as more syrup was added. “Do you want some hot cake with your syrup, dude?” she asked with a quirk to her brow. Turned to her own breakfast, she scooped some eggs into her mouth and sipped her cocoa--  t’was the season after all. “So, I got ya to Phoenix. You have like--  family or something here? Somewhere to go? You’ll be dead by morning wearing that.”

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Shelley wandered over to the person appraising the sea of greenery, leisurely strolling over to the other and looking over the tree in front of them. “Nice, huh?” she asked them looking up and letting her eyes skip over briefly before blinking back to the tree. “A healthy Fraser Fir, about six-foot-three inches tall, a good ten inches wide.” She heaved a heavy and comfortable sigh, “Yeah, yeah this bad boy will make one living room pretty festive.”

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EXHALES ITSELF IN FLOWERS OF GENTLE BREATH       ind. semi sel. fandomless oc.            slightly triggering content throughout. ( cys.tic fi.brosis / terminal illness etc )           exhumed by:  aggie.               LIKE INCARNATIONS OF STARS .. THEY ILLUMINE DEATH      temp.

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❛    AYERS,  CHARLES.     •     unkindrewind·.

                IT  WAS   SAFE   TO   SAY   scares   had   little   to   no   impact  on   one   so   accustomed,   not   to   mention   admiring   ,   of them   in   film.   Not   the   -  perhaps   -   desired  impact   least-ways.   Instead   of   the   usual   and  NORMAL   reaction   of   a   jump   or   yell,   frights   never  failed   to   elicit   elated   LAUGHS   varying   in   degrees   and  volumes,   and   this   was   no   exception.   Brows   raise  with   a   curious   turn   towards   his   assailant,   where   an  instant   smile   accompanies   an   eruption   of   muffled  giggles   and   coughs   as   he   stops   mid   chew   of   his  snack.

❝   You  totally   got   me !   ❞   However   his   beaming   features   and   sunny   tone  may   imply   otherwise. 

❝   Almost   had   me   bite   it   on   my   Nabs .   Man ,   that’d  be   a   sucky   way   to   go .   But   a   delicious   one .   ❞       Train   of   thought   momentarily   leaves   the  station   with   a   contemplative   glance   to   the   side  before   returning   again   with   excitable   fervor,   brows  popping   in   emphasis   with   another   crunchy   bite   of  prepackaged   foodstuffs.

❝   Yeah ,   no   kidding !   Startin’   to   get   bummed   thinkin’  you   ran   off   and   joined   the   circus .   Which   would   be  kinda   killer ,   aside   from   all   that   unethical   stuff .  Totally   cruel   how   they   ram   those   clowns   into   those  cars.   ❞      Whether   appreciated  by   others   or   not   ,   he’s   never  above   laughing   at   his   own   attempts   at   humor ,   clear  by   the   snort   that   exits .

❝   Where’ve  you   been ?   Missed   seeing   you   around .   ❞     

Shelley loved Charlie’s laugh more than any other sound in the world. The way it bubbled up and rose and fell like a song never ceased to elicit a smile and warm laugh of her own. When she first moved here after the death of her parents, it had been miserable and hard to make friends but after a few weeks of showing up at the VHS rental getting movie after movie to watch by herself, Charlie started giving her recommendations and they started talking and now--  he was the closest person to her aside from her younger cousin. 

“Oh yeah, I totally got you. I could see it all over your face--  cold hard terror,” she deadpanned with a grin up at the other. Crossing her arms around her small frame, Shelley looked up the road before moving to sit beside Charlie at the table out behind the shop used, primarily, for break time. Sigh softly, she crinkled her nose and shook her head. “No way, circuses are monsters. A freak show, though--,” she hummed pensively and wiggled her brows at Charlie.

“My aunt dragged me to some new doctor, for the seizures and, y’know, stuff and things. I am officially in some trial phase for some new antiseizure meds. Possibly side effects include: dizziness, fainting, insomnia, and,” she drummed on her thighs for suspense, “seizures.” She rolled her eyes and stole some of Charlie’s foodstuffs to munch on while he mentioned missing her. A low hum of curiosity as Shelley looked at the brunet thoughtfully, grinned wide as she elbowed him. “Aw, you missed me? How sweet, Charlie!” she teased giggling before ruffling his hair and saying, “Nerd.”

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❛    GODFREY,  ROMAN.     •     youngupir·.

    “mm,” upon entering, his lips are spread into a smirk that lacked outward emotion. avoiding interaction with the town of hemlock grove had become his forté, but once his gaze caught one exuding mirth, he let the guard slip down. roman neared the counter with a slow saunter, lagging his movements just to keep the woman waiting as a sardonic confession announced his arrival. “i’ve been missing the way your eyes turn russet under the lights.” tall frame bends low as he scoots his thread-bound elbows over the counter, stare raking down her notably casual form. it wasn’t clear if he had come back to bask in her company, or if he didn’t have a functioning espresso machine sitting in that sumptuous home of his.

    “d’you have an americano for me or am i going to have to work for it?”

Shelley had heard rumors about the Godfreys ever since rolling into Hemlock Grove a couple days ago and since becoming employed at this--  weird hellscape of a store--  she had seen Roman maybe... twice. Or maybe this was his third visit. Whatever he was hot. A purr whispered up her throat and through her smile as she sat comfortably behind the counter, eyes locked on his in a playful stance of disinterest. “Russet,” she repeated, “had to google that one, didn’t ya?” she teased. He leaned on the countertop and Shelley made a show of laying her book on her middle, full attention on the Godfrey heir. Why were people with money better looking? Was it the money that made them attractive or was it some kind of better breeding? To hell with it, Shelley would have boned Roman if he had two dollars to his name, that man was beautiful. “As badly as I would love to see you ‘work for it’, I’ll spare you getting your hands calloused from real work.” She stood from the chair and poured Roman a cup of his usual americano and popped the lip on top before sliding it across the counter to him, a coyness to the smile she gave him. “That’ll be 3.45--  and your number.”