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The demon sat at the bar as she sipped her cocktail, a smirk on her lips as she watched the dancers, and more importantly, the patrons. It always amused Ori, to see others lusting away at something they could not have. Turning back to the bartender she pointed to her glass. “Another one of these please.” After a pause she added, “it’s rather busy tonight. I’m surprised.”
@isadoraraval
@writeronthewall
It was the early hours of the morning, and the sun had yet to rear it’s head over the horizon. The air was nippy, cold, and it was a pleasant sight to see the frost on the grass glinting in the street lamps and dawns light. It was quiet.
A lone sole wandered the sleepy streets, bleary eyed and freezing cold. Her dress, flowing white hair and heavy coat, may have suggested that she had been out all night at a party, but that wasn’t the case at all. She had simply pulled on the first thing to hand after waking with a start at 5:30am. There’s no use trying to sleep now, the girl had thought as she made her way out of the door and in the general direction of the park. There were too many things to do, to see and explore, and apparently the wee hours were the best time for interesting things to happen.
Time was not an issue, so she wandered for who even knew how long simply to satiate the curiosity pulling her forward.
date: sometime around Christmas.
who: @isadoramorgan
where: A luxe fundraising event put on by the Windsors to support the renovation of the Gravewood High School football stadium.
Christmas time was one of the best times to host fundraisers for many a reason. Wealthy patrons are looking for last minute donations to pad their books and wash tax payments, the Windsors look to spend their remaining “profit” so they can get out of taxes altogether, and people come together to celebrate the holidays in luxe style. It was a PR miracle.
Naturally, it only made sense to host the soiree at L’abattoir at Black Bear Lodge. The glass walls looked down the snowy slopes, the light of a dozen adorned Christmas trees filled the room with a warm glow. Even the crackling of fireplaces and soft violin music carried through the air, despite the chatter of wealthy patrons. It was a black tie affair and despite it being a fundraiser, it was invite only. Everyone was out in their opulence, their finest jewels on display. It was as much a celebration of wealth and a celebration of the year that was as it was an effort to “raise money”. As if they needed to. But, again, it was good PR.
Elijah stood amongst his peers - various staffers of the local government, senators, and even the Governor of West Virginia stood by his side. They shared stories of their triumphs from the year - battles lost and won, though more battles seemed to be won than lost. It was a good year. Even Elijah found himself smiling amongst them. Even though he was not the Mayor yet, they regarded him as an up and coming star. Their approval sent a rush through him like the best high. But, a tether kept him taught to the ground.
Hanging on his arm was none other than his fiancé. Their engagement was still fresh, and despite his attempts to think of a better alternative to pitch to his father, it was still steadily moving toward a wedding in the summer. When he thought too hard about it, it made him gut harden to steel. If someone had paid attention, they would have noticed his use of downers accelerate in the last few months. But, no one did.
She laughed when she was supposed to, she rattled on about his accomplishments, and she even complimented the other wives on the parts of their outfits that seemed the most expensive. She was good at this and he knew it. That didn’t change anything for him, though. She would be a good ally and that was it.
As the conversation shifted, Elijah excused himself and left his fiancé in their “hands” while he navigated across the room toward the open bar. He kept a pleasant smile on his face, charming those he passed with well wishes and promises that he would return with a bourbon in hand. Everything was going to plan and he knew it. When he stopped at the bar, he did as he promised and ordered a top shelf bourbon neat. The burn was familiar and welcome, the heat spread throughout his chest as he sighed. Even his eyes fell closed in ecstasy, as if he were all alone.
Location: Andrada Household
Tagging: @isadoradekker
“Mom’s out on a date so we actually have this place to ourselves for once. Which means we can actually watch shit on the big TV.” A small victory but considering the alternative was the tiny tv in Alma’s room it felt like a big win. Isadora was one of the few people who Alma had ever brought over her house, always feeling like it was a bit too personal for most folks. But she and Dora had been friends for what felt like a lifetime and in a way Alma felt a bit more at home whenever her best friend was there. Almost as if they were two people sharing an apartment as opposed to a home that should have been filled with family. Still, Alma pushed all of this out of their head as they grabbed their snacks and art supplies and made their way down from their room with Isadora behind them. “Are you hungry? I went grocery shopping this morning so I can make us something if you wanted. You can pick the music to play as I cook and you watch me and shower me with compliments, obviously.”
Nathan took a hit from the join he held loosely between his fingers, the burn wasn’t as bad as it once was but sometimes it hit him hard. This was one of those times. He was a little greatful for that right now. Letting the smoke blow out of his mouth he looked up at the sound of the door, “Izzie.” he blew the rest of the smoke out his his mouth. “Want a hit?” Being more focused was probably a good idea but he’d rather have the distraction. @scftbabes
@isxdcrx
“Do you maybe want to go out or something? I feel like I’ve been stuck inside forever.”
“You’re pretty but I’m not really in the mood. You’d have better luck over there.”
@iscavalcante
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Isadora > Adele
“Who gets to be that cute, like--oh--my--fuck. No one. No one should be that freaking cute. I def just puked in my own mouth. Unhh, I’m sunshine and God’s mercy and rainbows, like, okay, cool. Murder me, it’ll, like, hurt less. I would rather have Satan drag my ass up to the top of, whatever he’s doing, American Horror Story: Hotel, and legit full-on murder me.”
