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Iɴsɪᴅᴇ I’ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ Sʜᴀᴋᴇɴ﹐ ᴍʏ Sᴀɴɪᴛʏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ OᴜƦ ʙƦᴏᴋᴇɴ ʜᴀʟᴠᴇS﹐ ᴛʜᴇʏ ɪɴᴛᴇƦᴛᴡɪɴᴇ FƦᴏᴍ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴡᴀS ʏᴏᴜƦS ᴀɴᴅ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴡᴀS ᴍɪɴᴇ

[ofxdarkness]

bonnie was on her way home being LATE, as always, her heels clicking against the pavement as she hurried down the street. however, her heel got stuck between two tiles and that’s how she ended up on the ground. with a broken heel, sprained ankle and her work papers splattered all over the place. the brunette managed to get up, took off her heels and started gathering her things from the ground when she saw that someone was about to step on them. “no, no, no! watch it..please…it’s important it doesn’t have footprints all over that document.”

[staincdsoul]

for a single moment moira considered ignoring the brunette’s protest, stepping over the paper and being on her way. still, her kindness or at least what was left of it, won out. she stepped backwards, making sure she hadn’t stepped upon the paper. instead she bent down and took them in hand. trying to grab as many as sh could, and not bend, rip, wrinkle or damage them in anyway. “hereya go.” she said thrusting them towards the brunette. 

[staincdsoul]

sociopathismm:

❝ you okay?❞

“why? do i look un-okay?”

[staincdsoul]

wickedcharmm:

      the priest understood how one might feel confessing their unlawful deeds to a stranger;; so, he tried to make it as easy as possible.  ❝ it’s easy, really.❞ damon reassured the brunet who seemed uncertain.  large hands moved from the paperwork before taking a seat in his chair. normally, there would be walls between him and the other, but damon was more of a modern priest, then a traditional one  ❝ all you have to do is say what’s on your mind;; and everything else will fall into place.❞

she wondered what would be the price. or was it called atonement? atonement-thingy. to like, atone, for your sins. and she had many many sins to atone for. “okay well um... how do i start? do i like... set up the scenario? tell you my name? or wait--am i not supposed to tell you my name?” she pursed her lips. she had done this a few times, when she was far younger. things changed though, life changed, she changed...

[staincdsoul]

ofwitchlightcrs:

The woman although friendly, seems to be genuinely confused by what he was saying, but it didn’t quite matter at the moment. “Well, thank you for opening the door for me at least.” He mentions to her while he manages to tuck the basket under an arm and push the door wide enough to let him by. “So I take it you don’t live here, then?”

She gave a tiny shrug. “It was the nice thing to do.” Or was that saying the ‘right’ thing to do? She always messed sayings like this up. “Well um... yeah. I mean yes as in, I don’t live here. Merely erm... visiting.”

[staincdsoul]

ofwitchlightcrs:

Chris knocked on the door of the current tenant in hopes of trying to find his next charge. The Elders weren’t so forthcoming with the information on who it might be, just that they live on this specific floor. He might have casted a spell to make sure he was the only one they considered for the vacant apartment on the forth floor, so that his integration into whomever the charge may be might be a bigger success. He caught wind that one of the neighbors needed to do laundry, so Chris thought it would be easier to introduce himself when he’s down at the facilities. With a basket full of dirty clothes he manages to knock on the door with his free hand in hopes of someone that might help him out. Eventually the door swings open and he is greeted by the person kind enough to open it for him.

“—Hey, there! Sorry, I just moved into the building and I don’t think my key fob is in the system just yet.”

“Key fob...” She should probably know what that means. She didn’t. The words sounds like a weirdass acronym. “Well um, I don’t live here.” She said, a bit sheepishly. It wasn’t often she repeated her ‘time’ with erm... people. But this was one of those rare cases where they made a habit of it. “My... friend is letting me borrow their thingy so I could do laundrey.” She said, gesturing to the laundry. “I mean welcome I guess...”

[staincdsoul]

wickedcharmm:

      damon had just left the soup kitchen so he could gather some forms for those who was interested in assistant living. it wasn’t just the homeless damon was concerned about;; but for those who had difficulties in taking care of their loved ones.  one mother in particular was having problems paying for leukemia treatment for her eight year old daughter.  hands fumbled through some paperwork before he heard a noise that sought his attention. ❝ are you here to voluntary;; or for confession? ❞ damon questioned.

moira didn’t often go to church. but the least week had been a tough one, from lay offs at work, to accidentally helping a man commit adultery. she’d been sinning, far more then she ever had before. and the guilt was starting to, well, pile up. “confession. though i;ve gotta admit, i don’t know quite how it works.” 

[staincdsoul]

ofclavvs:

   It wasn’t what he was looking for but it sure explained why she was there in ten minutes or less. He was loud, crude and a pain in the ass – but he wasn’t one to let a woman ( &&. A DRUNK ONE AT THAT, ) wander into a bad part of town if he could help it. “Did you lose your phone in the process? Google Maps is a handy thing.” Sebastian pointed out while running a rough callused hand along a cheek of his. “Or hell, I can help you find a better street.” 

Moira’s eyes lit up at the words ‘google maps’. “I don’t use that!! But I do use this app--this other app and its so cute and good and tells me about potholes, and red light cameras and if police are nearby.... its called... um... whatisit.... oh yeah. WAZE.” She smiled. “Its like, AWESOME.” She chuckled. “Like like, epicness.” Her lips went agape. “You’d do that ??? THANK YOU.”

[staincdsoul]

clairewitched:

she couldn’t help it and davina felt how that polite employee smile grew wider, twisting into one of amusement as she listened to the woman try to explain her presence. it was pretty clear she wasn’t actually after anything, though davina wasn’t quite sure what her deal was, then on the other hand it wasn’t her business at all. “ah of course, well we definitely do a lot of the reading thing, books are a key part. do you have any specific interests ? ”

moira gave a tiny but awkward laugh. “i...” should she apologize? for the inconvenience? after all he was probably gone by now and she doubted she was gonna buy something... but maybe she would? maybe she could. if she saw something she liked. that way she would feel less guilty for disturbing this young women’s day. “okay... any... cooking books?” she was a bad cook, spectacularly so. maybe those would... help.

[staincdsoul]

ofvvitches:

   “What do you think of this?” she asked the other as she held up the almost antique locket for them to see. “They don’t make lockets like this anymore. I wonder who S.C. is.”

“Probably someone rich, mysterious... the S has gotta start with like Scarlett or something like that. All long and pretty. Samantha. Sapphire. Sapphire Claude. Something like that.” 

[staincdsoul]

ofclavvs:

   He’s minding his business – eh, sort of – until he sees the figure up ahead. This part of town, his part of town, was that of broken street lights and bar fights. The person in front of him? Not from this part of town that much was certain with their clean shoes and almost shiny looking attire. “Whatcha doin’ ‘round here?” his voice is laced with some sort of accent as he wonders more out of suspicion than curiosity. 

“HONESTLY? It’s like a long huge ass uber big super explanation and I’d rather not get into it but if you M U S T know I was erm, at this bar and it was a REALLY good bar ya know. They had KARAOKE. K a r o k e. and yah know thats just like--the BEST thing in the w o r l d. Do you know what that translates to? From Japanese? Or Chinese? Or whatever the thingy is... it’s HAUNTINGLY beautiful... I just don’t remember what it IS. Anyway so I sang and I drank and then I was going home and I got LOST and then.... I am currently lost.” 

[staincdsoul]

clairewitched:

— open

the bell above the door rung indicating that someone had entered the quaint bookshop. it was a sharp sound breaking the silence that had enveloped the store in the absence of customers and it brought davina out of daydream that had captured her attention while she took inventory in the back. the brunette’s gaze snapped towards the door leading to the shopfloor, “i’ll be right there ! ” she young witch called out, closing the inventory notebook before making her way out, small smile on her lips facing the prospective customer, “what can i do for you ? ”.

it hadn’t been on purpose. moira had seen the book store, many times in fact. it was on her way to and back form work. it was cute, quaint and she knew she probably would never walk in a million years. she didn’t have the money to waste on books. but then, walking home from work, she had seen HIM. not an ex boyfriend, you would have to date to have those, more like an ex conquest. one that had ended with her dashing out of his apartment and never calling him again... so she ran to the nearest store for cover. which was this. “oh i’m just here for the... ya know... bookin--reading... thing... yeah... THAT.” 

[staincdsoul]

Moira was fumbling with her shirt, when she heard the door open behind her. Startled, she turned around. “You’re not Jim, or was it Jason? Something with a J....” She held her shirt close to her chest, her eyes fell to the key in their hands. “He didn’t mention a roommate...” Then, she noticed the pictures on the wall, that were of the person in front of her and NOT of the man she had walked in with. And remembered the fact that J-whatever hadn’t had a key. ‘I always keep it open.’ He had said. “Wait is this your...” J-whatever dashing from the other room out the door as fast as he could answered her question pretty soon. And so, Moira let out a sigh. “Okay, first off I wanna start with, I am SO sorry..” 

[staincdsoul]

There’s a part of me that’s desperate for changes Tired of being treated like a pawn But there’s a part of me that stares back from inside the mirror Part of me that’s scared I might be w r o n g That I can’t be... STRONG. 

In the AU/Dream Moira is ASLEEP.

Unlike in reality, she grew up incredibly close to her parents, so when they turned their nose at her crush on Johnathan Callaghan, she dropped it and instead remained simply friends with him. 

Friends, who drifted apart with age. 

So when both her parents went to jail for fraud and embezzlement Moira was left penniless and ALONE. 

Then the eviction notice came in, and after a string of one night stands and benders Moira realized she had to do something about it. 

So she got a (dead end) job, and moved in with two women she barely knows (one of which is a drug dealer). 

The idealism she grew up with is gone, and she is not the person she used to be. She’s deeply depressed and wastes a lot of her money ‘self medicating’. 

[staincdsoul]

nimaxmadani:

                  ❝ I don’t know why I thought job hunting was going to be easy❞

“From my experience it almost never is.” 

[staincdsoul]

joshua-williams:

           “You’re still not living together? — I get complicated, just figured if a man had a second chance at life with his wife he would have jumped on it.”

“You make it sound worse then it is. Honestly we just haven’t really spoken about it yet.” I’m sure the moment we do I’ll move into his place or he’ll move into mine.” 

[staincdsoul]

justaxbravebartender:

“You’ve got it right.” she nodded, she’d loved being a bartender mostly because people tended to like speaking to a stranger about their problems more than they did anyone else. She’d seen hundreds of faces and each one told a different story. 

“Its a lot more relaxing then I ever pictured it being to be honest. When I was a kid I always saw it as peopled wasted, and bar fights at a, well, bar. And I mean, those do still happen but they aren’t all a bar is.”

[clawdiaa]

[staincdsoul]

@darkerthancain