#c; amara

[stsbury]

          // @amaramonette​ //          will’s not NERVOUS, per say, as he settles down at a table at deja brew, a cup of americano between his palms and small, beat-up duffel bag at his feet. there was once a cornell logo in that ruby red on it --- it’s over half gone now, cracked where it’s still clinging on. he isn’t viewing this as quite a date, even if that’s what its technically is by definition --- but maybe he’s just doing that because if he thinks too hard about it he’ll definitely psych himself out. it’s been a while since he’s done anything like this ( TOO long, as he’s constantly reminded ). hopefully this quiets some of the questions in that department, though that’s definitely not completely why he’d agreed to go out with amara ; he liked her well enough from their few interactions at the cafe, and well, the more reasons to get out of his apartment now, the better.

          he takes another sip of his coffee, one eye on the door, the other on the television in the corner that’s playing the news on mute. because of this will nearly misses amara’s entrance, gaze snapping over to her and he offers her a smile. “ amara ---- hey. ”

[isaac-and-kohl]

He hadn’t been awake long, but he’d already started building his network. Kohl was more than just a survivor like Isaac, he was one to thrive. In his short time in the city, he’d been able to learn a fair number of things, including a highlight reel of the recent alien attacks from some annoying crying woman who Kohl quickly disposed of because her voice was starting to get under his skin. Dark energy is typically tied to space, so Kohl was overly delighted to see an abundance of it leftover from the recent attack. While his body still felt spent, the energy around him was helping him build his strength. Isaac had done a number to it since he’d been gone, and he cursed his other half for being so careless. 

The overall fear had made people compliant--in need of desperate leadership. It was almost too easy to get information from their fragile little mouths. Quickly bored, Kohl had discovered enough to know where... or who rather, that he should see first. Approaching the lavish mansion, he knew immediately that Amara Wolff was a woman after his own sick and twisted heart. He took in the decant architecture as he made his way up the walkway, appreciating the rich detail. A finger pressed to the doorbell before slipping his hands lazily into his coat pockets, leaning back slightly to feel the sun on his face as he waited for the woman to answer the door.

@amcraxwclf 

[isaac-and-kohl]

Kohl: *sends picture of sky strung up over invasion memorial*

Kohl: 😘

[childrenxofxolympus]

Open Starter - Amara: Camp Half-Blood

Amara was used to being the prettiest girl in the room, the one that girls wanted to be and boys wanted to be with. She was used to the double takes, used to standing out. Not only was she beautiful, she was rich. And then she had come to camp. After one too many incidents of nearly dying, she had been found and escorted to camp, which had taken much convincing. Her mother had claimed her from the start, which Amara should have been grateful for. 

However, surrounded by so many half-siblings with just as much, if not more beauty than her made her feel plain, average, invisible. She had become more and more withdrawn and on this particular afternoon she had separated from the rest of the camp and was sitting in the sand on the shores of the beach, watching the waves roll in. 

[desmond-wicker]

The crisp air hit Desmond’s face as he emerged from the club, eyes heavy with the high of the pills he’d taken earlier mixed with whatever alcohol he’d managed to get his hands on. After spending most evenings of the last week with Hector and his posse of vampires, Des found himself staggering into the ally. His head felt light, but luckily Hector hadn’t taken took much blood that night, two puncture wounds gleaming in the moonlight on his neck. Fumbling around in his pockets, he pulls out a cigarette and his lighter, his fingers slow and clumsy from the intoxication. He struggles, his lighter not wanting to catch. “Fuck.” He murmurs between the smoke perched between his lips. The sound of gravel crunching under foot made Des glance up, noting the figure that joined him now in the ally. Tossing his used up lighter to the side, he lets out a breath, pulling the smoke from his lips and nodding towards the unknown woman. “Got a light, love?” 

@amcraxwclf

[chasemeier-blog2]

Text || Amara

Chase: Missed seeing you like that.

[undeadxbarbie]

[ +selfishpetrova - primumpetrova ]

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