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dusklaced‌:

      Roger chuckled.   “ It’s more of a realization how out of it I am, “   he confessed, rubbing his forehead slowly.  He shook his head at her with a smile; annoying drivers was never something he had dealt with before, but then again, he wasn’t a pretty woman.   “ I’m heading home as well, got out of work earlier than expected. Though I still have a babysitter, if you want to get a drink somewhere, or even something to eat. “   

“Work riding you that hard, huh?” Dahlia couldn’t help but giggle at her friend.  Perhaps the driver wouldn’t be as bad as she mentioned, but she wasn’t looking forward to it. Roger’s suggestion caused her grin to return in full swing. “You know me Rog. I never turn down a drink and food.” She took a step closer to him. “How much time do we have left? I’ll let you lead the way, since I still have no sense of direction.”

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lapomerets‌:

“If the cute little thing didn’t hit as hard maybe.” He’d never say that women hit lesser than men, most siren’s were actually women. He was an outlier sometimes. “But he was attractive too, but lost all appeal when he smashed me in the head.” Dahlia was always around to remind him what a pain in the ass she was. “You didn’t think so a few years ago. Unless you just really liked me in your bed.”

Dahlia eyed him up and down before she rolled her eyes toward him with a scoff. “Alright, well come out with it. What did he look like? Maybe I want to find him for myself.” Of course he knew by now she was just being her normal pain in the ass self. “Maybe it was your technique.” Full face scrunched up feigning to give him another once over. “I guess you look good.” One of the serpents slithered in the air to try to bop him against his uninjured cheek.

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ivy-durand‌:

Ivy had sensed something was off. It a tingle of dread surface, but she didn’t know where from. There weren’t any spirits lurking by and there weren’t any other entities that she could sense. She wasn’t sure what it was until an unfamiliar woman entered her room. Ivy immediately turned to face her. Something was wrong though. A warning from her father rung in her head. Never look a stranger in the eyes until you know their true intentions. Why that warning stood out now was unknown to here. It wasn’t until a moment later she heard the snakes. Ivy felt a bead of sweat drip down her back. A gorgon.

Part of her wanted to call for help. Ghost and demons were one thing. They could be warded off or expelled. This was different. “This an off-limits area. You need to leave now.” she said trying to sound as stern and brave as possible.

Dahlia had made up her mind when she stormed the medical examiner’s office that she wasn’t going to leave empty handed. Either she got her cadaver back or the medical examiner themselves would leave with her in stone. She stepped forward as the young woman spoke. “I will not leave until you return to me what was taken.” The words firm and forceful as her hair unraveled with the snakes snipping at the air growing longer in length. She stepped closer as her eyes started to glow luminously. “Either return it now or look me in the eyes and tell me no.” she demanded.

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dusklaced‌:

              Roger truly hadn’t even noticed it was her; his lips pulled into a grin at the sight of her.   “ Wow, I didn’t even recognize you, “    he shook his head, surprised by his own obliviousness.   “ The ferry’s down ?   Shit. I’d say cab or uber is the only way to go. “   Maybe one of these days, New York City would make a subway line connecting Staten Island to Manhattan.    “ Heading home ? “

“I’m not sure if it’s a good thing that you didn’t recognize me, but I’ll take it as a compliment.” Dahlia replied with a charming grin. “Oh god. I was hoping you would say neither of those. The drivers make it so awkward when they try to talk.”Only because she normally found their voices annoying since they weren’t even acquaintances of hers. “Yeah figured I should head home, but now I don’t really want to. What do you have going on?”

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criiedpower‌:

        though he’s not in the mood to get  too deep  ,   it was nice to be with another  KINDRED SOUL  ,   if only for a moment  .   milo didn’t know what was going through her head  ,   but everything in his past  ,   everything he  gave up  was to make sure his sisters weren’t away from family or separated in the system  .     “  ah shit  ,   i get it now  .  ”    he rubs the back of his neck  ,   awkwardly  .     “  don’t watch much wrestling  ,   so  .  i’m not quite sure i’d want that in the middle of work but  -  ”    he leans across the counter  ,   offers a smile  .    “  i might need a name if i want to know who could  potentially  knock me out  .  ”  

At times she had trouble distinguishing the emotions other people had. That’s part of what got into her head when she became pregnant. Her lack of empathy would make her a terrible parent, even if her intentions were good. She could understand the lack of sleep from being an adult, but at the core of her being it still felt a bit empty. Had she been normal she may have even became more sincere. A soft giggle leaves her lips when he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “If it makes you feel any better I don’t watch it frequently.” Dahlia leaned forward as her fingers tapped down over a napkin pulling it to her. She always carried a pen with her, it was habit. So she scribbled on the paper before sliding it back to him with a mischievous grin followed by a flirtatious wink. “Dahlia, and here’s my number.. you know in case after work you feel up to a knock out session.”

[beautorigine]

Phoebe Tonkin’s trip to Naples with Chanel

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@ivy-durand

Ever since the day she gave up Judith, she had a habit of being possessive over things. Especially the petrified stone dead statues in her garden. She always visited ritually every single day to make sure they were all still there. She had let her daughter’s father statue stay separate from those she watched over. Which is why she was sent for such a curve ball. It had been a rough day at Julliard, and when she arrived to her place she noticed right away something was off.

The door had been busted in by forceful means, and the statues.. were visibly fewer. Dahlia took a mental inventory of the ones that had been left, and moved them herself. Then became the hunt to gather what she had lost. A few visits and a few new members of the garden. One lead let her to the mortuary, and that’s where she stepped now. The snakes had frozen the front clerk in partial stone, as she made her way to the side room where the autopsies by the medical examiner’s were performed.

Dahlia hummed as she stepped inside and started towards the young girl in front of her. She brushes an asp from her forehead as her glowing serpent eyes look to the familiar figure on the table.

“I’m here for what’s mine. Give it to me now before you join them.”

[undcrpressure]

“I wouldn’t touch that if I were you.” Xavier stared at the stranger who was about to touch a gris-gris bag containing objects that was supposed to curse whoever adorned the bag. “It’s not supposed to be worn as a fashion statement. You really want to sacrifice your soul and well being just to seem fashionable?”

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“What if I don’t have a soul?” Dahlia retorted as she looked tot he gris-gris bag with an tilt of her head admiring it. “I’m already cursed, so why not add on some cursed accessories?” She grinned as her pupils flickered, and one strand of hair started to seemingly move on its own.

[kassamigos]

       Roger had been watching the person on the subway for a few minutes now, staring nervously between the subway map and the stops listed at the top of the train. Either they didn’t know where they were going, or they didn’t understand English.   “ Excuse me, “   he acknowledged them, giving them a kind smile.   “ Do you need… help getting somewhere ? “

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Dahlia had her back turned skimming from the map to the stops, lips pursed together in mild irritation. She had heard there would be trouble with the ferry, which is normally where she wanted her stop to be to get Staten Island. She lifted the paper map to block out her face as she stared trying to connect the roads themselves to find an alternative. The familiar voice however had her folding the maps and glanced over the edge of it. 

“Rog, you’re always so helpful.” A soft laugh left her lips, but she nodded in agreement. She needed all the help she could get. “Actually, you already know I don’t know left from right. How do I get to Staten Island with the ferry being down?” She didn’t trust herself not to petrify the Uber driver, or else she would have opted for something less complicated.

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criiedpower‌:

           “  and that started early for me too  .  ”    not that he would ever  REGRET  taking in his younger sisters  ,   but it did take a toll on him starting from a younger age  .     “  sleeper hold ?  ”     he’s been behind on lingo since like  …  the year he was born  .  

“Same.” Dahlia agreed taking a thought back to her adopted parents that she had turned to stone. Even being a part of the foster system made her become more independent than a child should be. “Yeah, you know, if you want to be knocked out.” She demonstrates moving her both arms in the air to display the choker hold. “I’ve seen it knock out wrestlers.”  She offered,. Too bad she didn’t know how to break someone out of a petrified state yet. 

[lapomerets]

Standing in front of the building Luis looked at himself in the glass, “See this is why I don’t like people.” He hadn’t been anywhere near the fight that had broken out but in passing he was a casualty in the damage. If there hadn’t been as many humans around as there were he probably would have killed him. “It’s not really as bad as it looks it is?” He’d tried to clean up as much of the blood as he could but the cut was still kind of deep.

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“Oh please. I’m sure if it were a cute little thing you wouldn’t have minded.” Dahlia muttered in retort, but her brows drew together in slight concern. She walked closer to him and canted her head to the side to look over the damage. A few strands of hair seemed to come alive on their own swaying like an idol snake above her head. “You always look like shit, so it doesn’t look too bad.” She teased.

[stewarttm]

A lack of responsibility. Moving forward with family. A deep inhale of fresh air. A new chapter was beginning. Yet she didn’t know what to do with herself. Hence the uncharacteristically blowing of bubbles. 

“I am as free as a bird—” Phoenix joke. “Just take me with you. I’ll go anywhere; I’m almost out of bubbles.”

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Dahlia watched the young woman curiously and then glanced around them. “You could always go get more bubbles?  Or  pour some bubble fluid into one of the coin fountains around here.” She shrugged her shoulders and smirked deviously. 

[criiedpower]

          “   i couldn’t sleep  at all  last night  .  ”    annoyance crosses his features  ,   milo runs his hand through dark hair with a sigh  .   it’s obvious  SOMETHING  happened the night before  ,   it’s all seen in his appearance  .   the only issue is  ,   he doesn’t know what  .      “  maybe i should try getting someone to  punch  me to sleep  .  ” 

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“I think that’s just something that happens when you’re adult. No sleep whatsoever.” Dahlia mused. She did had a remedy, but she doubted anyone but her would find it funny. Could she even petrify him? She tilts her head and arches a brow. “I know a sleeper hold I could try, if you want?”

[mvrtvls]

“ mornin’ ! “ entirely too chipper for the hour, hazel eyes fix on the customer. “ can i get you anything ? “ she’d honestly rather get them nothing. she wants to be back in bed. fuck early shifts. “ some coffee ? maybe our breakfast special ? “

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“Morning. Please grab me a double shot of expresso.” Dahlia murmured still trying to wake up, and she blinked at the other’s energy. “Hmm, what is the breakfast special? Is it a breakfast burrito? Then possibly.”

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@bloodstvin

It had been days since that disaster of a gala had finsihed. She couldn’t even turn the bastard that hurt her daughter into stone. Dahlia straightened in her office in Julliard, and thought she didn’t want to delay this any further. Especially if Artie went looking, that would end bad for them all. So she had slipped something off that she needed to meet Judith to go over a couple courses as one of the Director’s. Nothing would be out of the ordinary, or hopefully her daughter wouldn’t think so.

The door to her office opens and Judith files in. Dahlia closes her eyes and reopens them as her pupil vanished under her irises to a tiny diamond. The eyes of a snake glance up to Judith as she motions to the door behind them.

“Judith, please have a seat. There’s something I have to tell you.” This would be like a bandaid right? What if the girl tried to run? Dahlia was uncertain just how unhinged she was about her daughter finally knowing the truth. “Please don’t run.” As she spoke one of her mass of brunette curls started to sway up in the air on its own.

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phantsms‌:

this was a little weird…. he managed not to backup or break eye contact as dahlia got closer, but he visibly tightened up ( he still wasn’t quite sure how to deal with or handle this… ). it confused him, too, judging by his facial contortions. ” that’s fair, but you didn’t do anything…. ” or did she? he struggled to recall anything out of the ordinary from that time, nothing that hadn’t been tampered down by medical professionals, at least.

artie tittered. ” that’s, uh… that’s a nonissue. ” he could say hat he didn’t have the time for a serious relationship, but ‘ not making or putting in the time for one ‘ would be more accurate. a decade-or-so ago, it didn’t make sense to continue anything he had in georgia once he moved back to new york. he’s dated around in new york over the years but had yet to meet someone he clicked with more than his work….

” so, in other words… i don’t think i’d mind that. ” a small, half-smile graced his face ( smile, however, might be a little too generous… ).

He must not have remembered anything judging by the way he was looking at her. By the way he didn’t hold her at fault for anything. Had the being stuck in a petrified state fried his brain or was it something else? How the hell was she supposed to tell him, a human, about what had truly happened that night. Also be sure to add, by the way you’re a dad to a supernatural adult congratulations!. The more she thought about it, the more she was uncertain just when was a good time to do it. “I did do some horrible things.” Dahlia whispered almost incoherently into the night. Of course, until they sat down to speak there wasn’t much else she could say. An intimate setting would be weird no doubt, just like this encounter.

The only thing she could picture was that old diner still around that they would sometimes go to for dinner. She blinked at his answer having pinged him for a spouse of some sort. “Oh..I see, me neither.” Luis and her had been a thing, but that was in the past. She offered him the best smile she could. “hey what about that old diner we used to hang out at? The one with the really good cherry pie.” The smile grew larger with nostalgia, but it wouldn’t stay long because of the weight she was about to drop on him.