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Bobbing slowly in the air, Kiarra steadied herself on her broom and slowly shifted outward to knock gently on the window in front of her. How she figured out that it was the window she was looking for would be her secret, but she was confident that she wasn’t bothering anyone that she didn’t want to bother. 

“Oh Romeo, come on out,” she said, a laugh caught in the sing-song of her voice. It was the only muggle reference she knew, but it worked well enough. 

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“Do you remember anything?”

His tongue felt heavy in his mouth as he tried to find the words. Before he realized where he was again, that he had ended up sprawled on the floor again, he was already being pulled up to sit.

“I don’t-”

Remembering felt like a flash going off in his face. White hot and increasingly uncomfortable. Every time he tried to bring his mind back to that place there it was. It was a wall of light.

“No. No, I don’t remember anything.”

“This has been the fourth time this week,” she said. She was digging around in her bag for something, making loud clattering noises as she pushed her hands in deeper into its contents.

“I know.” That he remembered. He wanted to say: trust me, if I could stop whatever this is from happening I would have done it ages ago. But the point was moot. He let his head fall weakly to the support his hand provided, propped up against his knee. That was the thing about whatever this thing was- it always left him feeling weak. And it wasn’t just the weariness.

“Here,” she said, stretching out her arm. She was holding a water bottle that had seen better days. “It’ll make you feel better.”

He frowned momentarily at the offering before sighing, taking the bottle into his own hand. He drank in silence, feeling less weary but no less weak.

“It’s not your fault, you know. Whatever’s going on- whatever this is, it’s not on you. We’ll figure it out.”

He was scoffing under his breath before she got the first sentence out. He smiled a smile that was not quite a smile. 

“Okay,” he said. He handed her back her bottle, wiped his mouth, stood up. “You ready to go?”

“Are you? You sure you don’t want to rest a little-”

“No, I’m fine. Come on, let me help you up.”

Her fingers were unsure against his for a moment before she gave him his hand. He didn’t have to read her to know.

I don’t believe you. He could feel it as she stood up, getting settled on her feet.

I don’t believe you, as she picked up her bag again, slipping the straps over her shoulders.

I don’t believe you, as she took a few steps forward and looked behind her at him. “Are you coming?”

“Yeah. Let’s go.”

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[pixiedustdoestheimprov]

The sound of his sharp breath brought him back to. His eyes were still closed when he groaned. His head hurt. Why did his head hurt? 

It felt like someone was slamming a rock against it repeatedly. He turned his head. That didn’t feel good either. He reached up. He couldn’t feel anything wet there, at the back of his neck. No blood. That was good, at least. He knew that much, though it wasn’t much to go on. 

Slowly, he blinked his eyes open. The light hurt too, for a little and he moved so he wasn’t staring up at the light above him anymore. He was on the floor. 

On the floor...of that damned antique shop. He was looking at the shards of something broken on the floor and the shade of an old, ugly looking lamp that looked like it belonged back in the 1930′s. 

When he got back to ‘mum’ he was going to have some words. Most of them starting with fuck, or hell or some other choice word like that. 

I think I’ve just about had it with that woman. 

He was waiting for a response, a quip or a hum of agreement, but it never came. Did you hear that voice? 

There wasn’t a response to that either. His brows furrowed, though it did nothing to ease the pain in his head. The being hit with stone feeling had slowly come to be replaced with the distant din of buzzing, but no matter what he did all he could hear was that sound. It was like a swarm of bees. Or a crowded soccer field. A cacophony he couldn’t make out. He closed his eyes again. It didn’t help. Instead the sound split, one scream becoming louder than the other. He couldn’t tell where it was coming from until he could. 

The screaming was coming from the inside of a man’s head. He had rounded the aisle and stood at the back of it, hunched like a cat rearing to pounce and panting like he’d just run a marathon. He looked rabid. And then he was running, straight towards him as he started to get up, just a little too late. He wasn’t on his right footing, just then. 

He fell back to the floor, with the rabid man with screams in his head on top of him, trying to claw at his throat. 

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[pixiedustdoestheimprov]

“Oh, this is just pathetic.”  “I mean, I knew she was a bitch, but I didn’t know she never takes a break from it.” “I wonder how long she can keep going. Honestly, did that guy do anything to her?”  “Not sure. Probably not. Anyone up to taking any bets?”

Kiarra had to wonder how girl’s night had turned out like this. They had gone out looking for fun away from their books, and as much as talking crap about their least favorite fellow grad student in front of her face was, it really was pathetic. She watched with a propped up cheek and hand on her drink the scene occurring at the bar; enemy number one in question being her snotty nosed self and rubbing her own self-importance in pitiful sad man’s face who probably couldn’t get her off his back if he cast Stupefy and got it over with. Kiarra thought she might even recognize him, the man. It was a small program anyway and she was sure she’d seen that sad, puppy dog look around somewhere before which got sadder and more puppy dog by the second. Merlin, it was all so pathetic. She didn’t think she could watch anymore.

“How do we feel about stacking the deck?” she asked suddenly, lifting her head up to give her group a mischievous look.

“Stacking the deck? What are you going to do?”

“Oh, nothing. I’m putting a galleon on five minutes, by the way.”  

“She’s up to something.” 

“When am I not?” And with that she pushed her stool back and made her way into the scene. “Hey babe,” she said loudly as she pulled up to puppy dog man’s side, throwing her arms around his neck and leaning up to kiss his cheek. “Whatever you do, just go with it and follow my lead,” she added quietly when she was up by his ear. I’ve got cash riding on this. “I was wondering if you got lost on your way to the bar, you’ve been missing for so long.”

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L Q V ( ryder/gwen ) A F K ( cait/micah )

Ryder Prince

L   :   LOVE.   who does your muse love?

Uh...he loves...the station dog, his partner in solving crime, his grandma? If he’d maybe been spelled to tell the truth he might have added a certain witch but this isn’t that kind of ask game. 

Q   :   QUESTION.   would your muse ask the big question or expect their partner to?

He’s a big boy he can talk about his feelings without dancing around them. Well, once he realizes they’re actually there of course and aren’t just the product of him being exasperated at having to go save the hypothetical cat from another tree.

V   :   VALENTINE.   how does your muse feel about valentine’s day?

Ryder’s not particularly for or against it either way. The station gathers up cards from everyone to send to the kids at the local hospital, which is nice he thinks. And the decor isn’t half bad. But he could do without the same Hallmark movie playing on TV over and over again when he’s trying to find something to put on in the background while he’s doing case work. Yes, he knows they’re not all the same movie. But do they all have the exact same plot and are thus the exact same movie? Yes. He’s seen enough of them to know.

Caitronia Mackenna 

A   :   AFFECTION.   how does your muse show affection?

Cait’s way of showing affection is getting all up in your business. She likes closeness and because her brother may just be the most solitary person she’s ever met in her life she goes to look for that closeness elsewhere when he’s closed off. 

Midnight drop ins? You betcha. Unexpected, hey, let’s go to this place that I promise definitely exists and I didn’t just make up texts? For sure. 

She’s also a bit of that boy pulling on pigtails sort. If she cares about you she will prank you at any given time without warning whether it’s via magically changing your hair color overnight to rainbow pink or the good ol’ fashioned bucket over the door.

F   :   FLIRT.   is your muse good at flirting? how do they flirt?

Good at flirting is an understatement. Though the recipients are usually people she finds dull and are really just those to fill the time she definitely knows how to act coy and say the right things with the right amount of suggestion in them. She’s 100% the movie screen femme fatale kind of gal, all batting eyelashes and looking very sophisticated even though she’s drinking weak ass shitty college campus beer. There’s a joke about turning it into wine that she would definitely make. Which I guess, she would say, makes her Jesus. Insert suggestive comment here.

But to her it’s all just a game. See the above for the real deal.

K   :   KISS.   is your muse a good kisser? why / why not?

She’s a pretty great kisser if she does say so herself. Not that anyone she has kissed has complained or given her any pointers, anyway. It’s all just in the practice. By the end of first year she may have kissed half the student body. Just for fun. She was very bored, she says.

(     *     VALENTINE’S DAY ALPHABET   !  @adriasarjona

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"I mean really Vampires aren't sexy unless your into bloodplay."

Ryder looked up from his file and the papers that were spilling out of it in a steady stream. Gwen Maddox said the weirdest things sometimes, and though he should have been used to it the casual look she wore on her face as she said them nearly always threw him for a loop. 

“You ever date a vampire? Like, Dracula, I want to suck your blood vampire?” 

“Pft, no,” she said. She didn’t even look up from the couch where she was laying, psych office style. “Met one like that though. Was really into Dracula cosplay. He said it was for fun, but he definitely had some nerdy obsession with Bella Lugosi?” 

Thank god his coffee remained cold in its mug somewhere on his coffee table. He would have spit it out. “Are you shitting me right now?” 

“Language, Mr. Police Man.”

“Hey, don’t lecture me. You’re the one under house arrest.” 

“I like to think of it as a forced vacation.” 

“Whatever makes you happy.” 

She shushed him, rolling onto her stomach. “Don’t you have a bunch of cases to solve?” 

“I do.”

“And aren’t you here so I can keep you on task?”

He wanted to say ‘when do you ever?’ but he merely shrugged. “Pretty sure the whole vampires with weird kinks is a lot more important right now.”

“You bad, bad boy.” 

“Yeah, yeah. Who are you going to call? The police?”

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“i woke up, & you were gone.”

 “Sorry...just went to get some coffee,” he said as he loweredhimself back down on the bed next to her, setting his full mug on the bedsidetable. The mattress dipped under the weight of three and he rubbed her backgently as she shifted, trying to get the covers over her ballooned belly infront of her. “You didn’t think I’d dip this late in the game would you?”

She was quiet for a moment, then turned to look over hershoulder at him best she could. “No...I think Luna would probably kill youif you did anyway...” she replied, an almost serious furrow in between herbrows. Then she blew out a frustrated sigh, staring at the fuzzy shape of hismug beyond his shoulder. “I’d honestly rather you be gone than have thataround.” She groaned, but still inhaled the coffee aroma now permeating theroom. “Being pregnant s t i n k s.”

“Yeah, I’d imagine. Sorry?” He chuckled under hisbreath as she tried to blow off a lock of her hair that was stuck to her forehead.He made to move it aside before she fixed him with a hard look.

“Too late for that.”

“Hm...anything I could do to make it up to you?”

“...Chug that coffee?”

“...Chug the-“

“Coffee. Yeah.” A slow grin started to spread on herface. “And then come over here and kiss me.”

He turned his head to look back over at the nightstand, watching the last curls of steam rise and fall over the rim of the mug.

“Seems a long way just to grab coffee.”

“Yeah well, when you’re pregnant, you’ve got to thinkup some really great loopholes.”

“...Yep, yeah, sounds about right.”

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