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ofbeaufort​:

“ WELL BY THE RULES, it’d actually be your turn to get us a round, ”   he points out, though his hand is already reaching out to flag down the bartender,   “ but in the interest of time, what can i get you ? ”   because maybe he DOES want to see when the removal of clothes is an option, even if she’s just being coy.

“WHO NEEDS RULES?” The witch countered, eyebrow quirking in response. “I happen to be of the opinion of doing whatever the hell I want. Life is more enjoyable that way, wouldn’t you agree?” The question posed wasn’t that deep, and Sian didn’t really expect much of a response. After all, this banter back and forth was only stalling the inevitable. As the bartender approached, she pondered quickly before deciding to be spontaneous – a rare occurrence. “Hmm, surprise me.”

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gabrielferreiras​:

     THE OTHER’S SARCASM ANNOYS HIM, and he tries to not show it on his face, but he’s not too skilled at hiding his facial expressions. gabriel doesn’t say anything, but he does just roll his eyes. at least she doesn’t seem to be too annoyed like most people in new york. a dark brow raised at the scrutiny, feeling slightly uncomfortable. “no? or at least i don’t know you.” and now he doesn’t know how to feel if she knows him but not the other way around.

EYEING THE STRANGER up and down, Sian had to admit, she could see what it was that drew her friend in. Rugged features, decent build, a face that wasn’t hard to look at. It was just surprising to see him in person and not as a pixelated image on a phone being haphazardly passed around in a tipsy stupor. “You’re one of Simone’s,” she pointed out, “or at least you were. It’s been a while since she last mentioned you…what was your name again?”

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ofsybilism​:

Sybil took a moment to respond, nodding her head side to side, thinking if they should tell Simone. Granted, with the murder of Rosamie and the scene that was left behind, they really should do anything different. “You see Sian, you know I’m one to not shy away from trouble. It’s not going to be dangerous, nobody will get hurt.” All Sybil wanted was to feel the rush of darkness that would surround her, typical dark magic spells weren’t doing it for her. “You in? I’m sure Simone won’t mind…” The last part was somewhat true. 

SIAN COULDN’T TELL if Sybil was trying to warn her off or entice her, but she was leaning more towards the latter. Loyal to Simone or not, there was something about getting her hands dirty again that had her inner golden retriever tail wagging. “Maybe someone should get hurt,” she countered, though speaking more to herself than anything. With the state of their world currently, perhaps it was time for a bit of chaos. And with that, a decision was made. “I think it’s time we get some answers Sybil, wouldn’t you agree?”

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fvlsewaves​:

━ ( @siangrivaldi ) !

BECK WAS EVERYWHERE. There was no room for herself, only him, only the pleasure he was giving her. Lips locked against his, molding and moving as moans and whimpers escaped her at their own accord. Sian’s hips moved with a mind of their own, chasing his movements as he worked her clit like a pro, and the cloud of ecstasy currently encompassing her was the ultimate bliss. If only the incessant buzzing coming from his night stand would end. Ripping her mouth away from his after several moments, the witch let out a huff, “Do you need to get that?” she panted. “Whoever it is must really want to talk to you.”

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rachelnazeri​:

“SEE, THAT’S A MISCONCEPTION! You don’t have to be flexible already to do yoga. It’ll work on your flexibility and improve and strengthen it.” She laughs lightly at her following words. “Downward-facing dog, yes. Don’t worry, though, you’ll start easy and slow. It’s all about the baby steps and you’ll have an instructor properly guiding you through it so it’s done right,” she reassures her.

A SINGLE EYEBROW raised at the woman’s ramblings turning more and more into an infomercial before her very eyes. If the pitch didn’t start off with what it was about, Sian could’ve sworn the ferver at which the woman spoke would’ve been something straight out of cultist behavior. “If I say yes to this, can we change the topic?” Sian deadpans. “And how does one find the ‘proper’ instructor?”

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ofbeaufort​:

HARRY GASPS PLAYFULLY AT THE COMMENT, holding on tighter to his beer.   “ i resent that, ”   he tells her, with a smarmy smile that promises it’s already forgotten.   “ do you need to see my chest hair to make an accurate prediction ?   because i don’t mind… ”   his fingers move to his buttons, as if he’s going to start stripping right there. 

“COOL IT MAGIC Mike, wouldn’t want to incite a riot with a strip tease,” she warns playfully, hand slapping his away from the already undone top button, which hinted at a carefree confidence that didn’t need to be spoken with words. Sian wasn’t much of a talker, but she was an observer, and choosing to sit next to him wasn’t an accident. It was an intention. What could she say – the witch enjoyed an occasional indulgence. “You’ll have to order another round before any removal of clothes becomes an option, pretty boy.”

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ofdurand​:

“ MAKE YOURSELF AT HOME, ”   simone tells her friend as she lets her into the apartment, glancing around to make sure that it’s as clean as she remembers it being only moments before. ares’ things have been stuffed into a nearby closet, and she used nearly an entire can of febreeze to try to mask the scent of a twenty-something man living there. somehow it still didn’t feel like enough, but it was probably just her.   “ wine’s in the fridge. ”   she didn’t want her friend leaving until they were particularly smashed, needing a night of relaxing, all without leaving her couch.   “ thanks for coming over. ”    @siangrivaldi​

“NO NEED TO thank me, you know I’m all for habitual drinking sans judgment,” Sian comments back, making herself at home the way she usually did– - shoes kicked off at the door, bag and keys on the counter, and eyes greedily taking in the contents of Simone’s fridge. Grabbing the bottle of red and a couple of mugs, Sian swiftly made her way to the living room where her friend had planted herself immediately. Something told her it was a spot Simone had hardly moved from as of late. “C’mon,” nudging her friend over to make some room, “time to unhinge your jaw and guzzle down enough wine that you forget your own names.”

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ofsybilism​:

Sybil noticed the many different documents and Sian’s eyes glued to the screen. She could somewhat relate – except she had an assistant and a financial assistant to help aid her with her business. Paperwork wasn’t her forte, charming & promoting was more so her thing. “You’re fine, love.” Replying as she sat herself in the chair, moving her braids out of her face as she tilted her head. “Hmmmm.” Thinking to herself as she went in circles in the chair, like a literal child. “I was thinking of doing something different… something dark, but different.” Saying as her eyes scanned the books to the right of her, all the many different grimoires. “Any ideas?” 

EYES FLICKERED UP at the description of something dark and different. As noctis witches, their practice always included an element of darkness, something unruly that most witches weren’t comfortable with. But for people like Sian, the non-squeamish kind, it was a sacrifice she was willing to make. “Something dark is expected, but different,” Sian paused to fold her hands beneath her chin, eyes zeroing in on Sybil, “different could cause trouble. It depends, are we telling Simone about this?”

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makaraxalarie​:

open starter @duskstart​​

location : the wolf’s eye (or u can make it so it’s any bar if your muse wouldn’t come here) <3 

        Black painted finger nails wrapped around the drink in front of her. She could never perfect the way that the city made drinks. All she drank back home was Cambodian beer… which never satiated her alcoholic needs; but she settled for it. Putting the extra dry martini to her lips, eyes looking around the bar she hadn’t stepped foot in years, realizing she felt so out of place.

       It was like a pit that was stuck in her stomach, a constant feeling of nausea. Everything she had left behind, her son.. her then husband && the pack that allowed her to finally feel like she had sense of belonging. It was just a lot, the urge to flee again was still somewhat present. 

      Feeling someone approach her, she continued to face away. “No, I don’t need a refill and no I don’t really want to make small talk.” Head then slightly turning toward the other. 

“DO I LOOK like I survive solely off minimum wage?” The witch retorted with a quick up and down look at the woman. To dismiss her before uttering a word was one thing, to accuse her of looking like the help was just downright insulting. “God – I bet you’re fun at parties,” she mumbled before situating herself at the bartop.

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location: beck's place

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HIS DEEP BARITONE slid over her like honey, leaving goosebumps in its wake. Though that could be more attributed to the movements of his deft fingers, working her more and more out of a foggy slumber and into a state of bliss. Words were hard to form as warmth grew and grew and grew— “G-Good– don’t stop,” she breathed, arching back into his embrace. Nips on her neck distracted the witch, a few giggles escaping before she could help it. What could she say, she was ticklish. “Hmm someone’s cocky, or do I need to remind you who wore out who?” Sian spoke cheekily, now more aware as her hands clawed his arms before idly dancing over the skin of his waste, reaching lower, lower–

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gabrielferreiras​:

OPEN STARTER // @duskstart​

     GABRIEL LETS OUT A LOW WHISTLE, and he’s paying more attention the black and white pit bull next to him. who knew leash training would be so difficult? but at least they’re getting somewhere. “good job, dash. you’re doing great,” he says with a softer tone than usual. he’s still trying to get the dog to warm up to him. the dog looks up at him, and he swears he’s smiling at him, but gabriel doesn’t look up in time to see the other before bumping into their shoulder. “shit, i’m sorry. apparently focusing on your dog walking instead of yourself does more harm than good.”

“YEAH, WELL, USUALLY focusing on anything other than yourself when you’re walking is an accident waiting to happen. Maybe your dog should be walking you,” sarcasm coated the witch’s tongue as she shrugged off the bump. It was probably more so her fault in the first place, being late and rushing to meet Simone and all, but Sian would never admit her own fault out loud, let alone to a stranger. But eyes squinted as she took him in– “wait, don’t I know you?”

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ofbeaufort​:

location :   alchemy lab, night

featuring :   @duskstart

“ LET’S PLAY A GAME :  guess my age, and if you get it right, i’ll buy you a drink. if you get it wrong… you owe me a drink. ”   the smile harry offers is impish, he can’t help himself.   “ come on, give it a go. ”

THE BET WAS fairly cheesy – downright ridiculous the more Sian thought about it, but she was bored and drinking a lone ( along with almost done with her drink and reaching her tab capacity for the night ) so why not? “Hmm,” the witch playfully pondered while giving the man a quick once over, “I guess that you’re right around the age of prepubescence, give or take a chest hair.”

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rachelnazeri​:

OPEN STARTER / @duskstart​

“LISTEN, I totally don’t mean anything by it, so don’t get offended, alright?!” She throws her hands up in surrender, preparing herself, before she claps her hands together and intertwines her own fingers. “But you look stressed. Still very pretty, of course, but stressed! Do you know the cure to that? Yoga.” As a yoga instructor, she’s definitely biased, but also after the event that transpired, everyone could use a few yoga sessions to calm their nerves. “Chamomile tea is great, too,” she adds with a smile, but stops herself there before she goes off on a tangent.

USUALLY WHEN SOMEONE started by saying to not get offended, it usually meant they were going to be offensive. So, when the insult came Sian was prepared to shrug it off, very much okay with looking stressed as she was, along with others in the city facing the same crisis she was. “Thanks, but no thanks. I haven’t been flexible since junior high and I’d rather rely on my drawer of knick knacks to destress myself than to break my back trying to do a backwards dog or whatever those positions are called,” she waved off without a care, “Less hazardous, y’know?”

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━ ( @siangrivaldi ) !

subject: - the morning after nye event

location: beck's place.

the sunlight is the first thing beck sees peeking through the curtain of his apartment in the bronx. the two were intertwined and for one moment of bliss, beck felt satisfied. he could have stayed there in the comforts of her warm presence, but many things needed to get done today. already his mind was working over what his morning and afternoon would consist of. in between glances down to her bare form, carefully beck reaches for his phone to see the time. several messgaes for work, from a few group chats and socials looked back at him and at once he put down the phone. all of it could wait.

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THERE WAS A sudden warmth that invaded her foggy consciousness. A spark that spread in intensity – fervently – and made her elicit a soft groan as she came to. 

Soft sheets. Body heat. Bare skin amongst her own. It didn’t take long for the memories of the night to come floating back as the warmth grew between her legs, calloused fingers working so gently the witch couldn’t help but shift to better accommodate them. “Hmm, what time is it?” Sian groaned groggily as eyes slowly cracked open to better look at her partner for the night. Beck.

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ofsybilism​:

closed starter : @siangrivaldi

location : durand books 

“Hey, are we still practicing today?” Sybil asked approaching Sian, they were towards the back of the bookstore – away from anyone that was there. “I figured we could go to our usual place, but wanted to check in with you. She was itching to perfect her craft, it had been awhile and with the recent events she absolutely needed it… they both probably did. 

THE QUESTION PIERCED otherwise a record breaking silence in the bookstore; usually filled with a few patrons at all times, Durand Books had been somewhat of a ghost town. Whether or not it had to do with repercussions against the coven or just some weird reflection of overall moodiness that encapsulated the city, Sian had yet to figure out. But one thing was clear– ever since that night, things had changed. And the witch wasn’t sure if things would ever return to normal. Sian let out a hum in confirmation as Sybil continued to approach to desk they were glued to, laptop and stray documents covering the surface exhibiting an unusual messiness to the otherwise put together girl. “Sorry – been working from, well, here technically ever since..y’know. My job likes to act like they can barely function in my absence so I’ll be a minute,” Sian explained, gesturing to an empty chair in the process. “Anything in particular you want do today? Or the same old ‘double, double toil and trouble’?”

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ofchemicalgardens​:

Hesitation hit him afterwards, shifting the plastic in his palm. His judgement was delayed under the haze of what he had already taken, but for Rhine, nothing was enough. Even if he was human, the changes that the fae realm did to his body often clipped the wings of his chemical high. He kept chasing it, and while he was warned that one day he’d burn himself in that flight, it was better than facing just why he craved the numbness. 

“And what is it?” He asked. 

“WONDERLAND,” SARCASM COATED their tongue as they tried their best to do a good Morpheus impression. “Do you want to see how deep the rabbit hole goes?” Trying to keep a straight face was nearly impossible after a moment, a slight giggle escaping their mouth after staring him down for several uncomfortable seconds. “I’m sorry, I’m clearly tipsy. It’s just an edible, my guy. You ever done weed before?”

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apollosfm​:

     he  turns  to  face  the  other  ,  brows  furrowing  in  confusion  instantly  .   “  lady  -  ”   he  tries  ,  but  he’s  interrupted  .   “  yeah  ,  no  -  i  don’t  work  here  .   but  bathroom  is  that  way  ,  and  the  bar  is  over  there  .  ”   index  finger  pointed  at  said  locations  ,  and  a  sigh  leaves  his  lips  .   “  and  here  i  thought  i  was  rocking  this  black  tuxedo  i’m  in  .  ” 

THE TRUTH WAS like word vomit in their tipsy state, “Oh, yeah – no that suit is in desperate need of some tailoring. You look like you’re on your way to junior prom.” They huffed, distracted for a moment, blurry eyes searched and searched for a place to put their empty glass. Growing frustrated, they quickly dumped the tumbler in a potted plant. Not giving a fuck as they grabbed the boys’ hand and began tugging him, “Let’s go, you’re taking me to the bathroom. Buddy system, stranger danger, and all that, now…which way–” they paused to turn back around in the opposite direction, “this way, this way definitely.”