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"do you think ghosts ask if they believe in humans?" (luca for any)
"Yeah, because I'm sure they spend all their time gossiping through their own suffering." She remarks with a roll of her eyes. "No, I doubt they talk much, since they're dead." Lucy replies, not wanting to add that some did speak because that only drew attention and that was the last thing she wanted.
where: a werewolf pack caravan (not the greyback’s) with: @spellbxnd
it had been midday at acid when her arm started burning so fiercely that she cried out and dropped the glass that had been in her hand, shattering it on the floor of the bar. sera might be stupid, but her reflexes were honed and devastating. it took too many reassurances to andromeda that she was fine before she could slip off to the recesses of the vip lounge and apparate away.
there was no ignoring the dark lord when he called.
in a swirl of black smoke, sera appeared at his side. ‘seraphina, beautiful creature.’ her breath caught in her throat as his hand grazed against the small of her jaw, tilting her head up to look at him. he felt cold. ‘show me your face.’ the voice of her father echoed in the back of her mind. it felt like she was seventeen again. show him what you are, seraphina. don’t be scared. her face stretched and morphed until it mirror the man in front of her perfectly. ‘extraordinary. I find myself in need of your singular talents, my friend.’ don’t ask questions. just say yes no matter what. ‘can you help me?’
“yes.”
it was night now on the edge of the grouping of tents. a low fog hung uneasy on the air. sera was not herself. the dark lord had been explicit and clear. he’d provided her the face, an auror in her brother’s department with a sparkling reputation that needed to be tarnished, and he’d told her the targets without question, a couple of werewolves who were unfortunate necessities in his growing plan for them all. certainly no match for someone like her. he assured her.
‘let the others see you seraphina, milling about, biding your time. pretend that you do not know what they will observe.’ they did just ask they were told. an auror stalking werewolves in the woods. sera stepped on every twig. ‘then sneak in and dispose of them.’ they did as they were told. a shadow slipped into the tent on the edge of the gathering. an arm hooked around the woman’s neck. there was pressure, pressure, nails digging back the fabric on her impersonated costume, no, claws tearing into her forearm skin, pressure, pressure, sera bit back on the pain, just a little longer, pressure, the woman kicked up, pressure, stop struggling, pressure.
nothing.
there was wet on her cheek already as a knee suddenly connected with her ribcage. goddamn. these werewolves could pack a fucking punch. sera as the auror stood back up tall, panic settling into their muscles as realization dawned in the eyes of the feral beast. his mate was dead. he would kill them for this. shit. sera took their wand and pointed it at him. ‘be fast and quiet seraphina.’ “avada kedavra.” a green light burst from their wand and the man fell limp in front of them. they had to get out of here.
they bolted towards the front of the tent, ducking swiftly out the flap and heading towards the tree line again when a little stuffed rabbit in the tent directly next to her caught her eye. it was pink. they paused. for just a second, the guise faltered as seraphina slipped through. no one said they had a daughter. no one said she’d leave an orphan. “oh god-”
Text: Luca
Regina: You ever had a UTI? It's like someone pouring vinegar down your piss pipe....
Regina: I don't have one for the record. But i've had 'em
Phone call || Luca
Casey: [Phone ringing as she sat on the sofa, going through tiny little baby outfits with a grin on her face.]
Are you a camera? Because every time I look at you I smile :D
You’re... oh my gosh.
[Tugging on her sleeves as she jogged around the corner and out of view from the classroom windows, Beth has a glowing grin on her face even for a moment after noticing the boy sitting in the place she assumed would be empty] Uh, I just.. Hi. [After a brief hesitation, she approachs slowly. It was too late now to find another spot, she’d be caught by some teacher on patrol for sure] Did you know was Mr Ingles was banging some sophomore girl last year so they’ve hired this some old woman as their new edition to the english team? I can’t get over it. [Her tone is casual, trying not to seem as if it was awkward to stay there]
"If you aren't going to finish that, I will." Beth chuckled out the words as she dropped onto the seat next to Luca, loud enough to be heard over the roaring crowd and music. She'd only watched him for a few second with the cup in his hand, but after her last drink everything had started to move a bit faster in her mind. "It's the dawn of the New Year, you can't let your drink get warm."
Text // Luca
B: pls dont punch anything because one broken and and another broken hand would be fucking shitty
