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" . . . well, they do say trouble's my middle name, " paige teases, all too pleased with herself.

#paige: writing #allcomesback #hope this works!!

sometimes fate caught up to you cruelly. like a knife to the heart, it would often find you when you least expected it to. maggie knew this - she had lived it for a hundred or so years and might live it for a thousand more. still, it never ceased to surprise her how much it could hurt and take her breath away. so when she lifted her head and inhaled the air outside of the club, it wasn't the perpetual hunger that she felt at the scent of blood that greeted her; it was the scent of home. it punched deep into her chest, made her ache, and she pressed the palm of her hand to her breastbone, caught off guard with recognition so profound that it nearly had her dropping to the ground in the dingy alleyway. "eleanor..." whispered softly, she knew before she turned around what - or rather who - she would find at the lip of alley. the human that she'd been feeding off of, whose name she couldn't remember, mumbled something incoherent then and her eyes flickered over his face, studying him. he meant nothing but still a profound awareness hit her; she couldn't kill him. she wouldn't kill him - it was the same awareness that begged still for her humanity. the same awareness that had spared hundreds of human lives in the past. "shh," she tucked a strand of his hair behind his ear and maneuvered him into a more comfortable position for his neck, which was still sluggishly bleeding from the wounds she'd caused. "you'll be fine." she was aware of the eyes on her, but didn't feel the same need to hide this part of herself from someone who enjoyed her own vampirism so much as eleanor. letting him slide down the wall gently, she took her time tending to him, and only when she was finished, only when she had regained her composure, she looked up to find the woman's silhouette in the darkness.

the same face from years ago met her and her breath caught. eleanor had always been exceptionally beautiful - the very first person that maggie had ever thought about when the word beauty came to mind in a way that wasn't platonic. slowly, her fingers rose to her lips, where she wiped a smear of blood away from the corner, self conscious and very aware of the woman's gaze. "what are you.." and her words faltered, not an accusation but wonder clear in her voice. "what are you doing here?" @allcomesback

#( int. maggie jackson & eleanor. )#lemme know if anything needs to be changed #allcomesback

a closed starter for @allcomesback featuring winona.

"who the hell invited you?!" if it's not obvious by her tone winona is far from impressed, barely able to hold herself back when she lays her eyes upon them.

#winona|interaction.#allcomesback

a closed starter for @allcomesback featuring emery.

"i trust that you'll be on your best behavior tonight?" there's a thin smile on her lips that could indicate emery joking but she asks a question that she also expects a real answer to.

#emery|interaction.#allcomesback