#drugged-past

[kingofspadesqueenofhearts]

@drugged-past​

“You summoned me?” she asked tilting her head, “You know that comes for a price beyond the blood you’ve spent.” she commented looking the other over calmly, reaching out and pet their face tenderly. “I’ll only charge a kiss this time... what can i help you with dear?” the Lean Sidhe asked gently, offering her own creativity and aid to her future pet.

[ragewithinthestorm]

@drugged-past

Nathair had been to the freak show with a client, but they wanted to go on their own so they could actually enjoy looking around without having to worry about pleasing an old man. One thing that had certainly caught their attention the day before was someone who appeared to be doing magic, something about it seemed real to the demi-fae. “Hey there, nice sssshow,” they said, leaning on a pole and looking at the spellcaster, they had been watching them for a while and now that the crowd was dispersing they took the opportunity.

[ilmaritodelmostro]

[continued] @drugged-past Will watched the man’s expression falter, and for a moment he felt some pity for the guy before returning to a more distanced observation. “I’m special agent Will Graham, I work with the bureau,” he introduced simply, his eyes catching on the man’s nametag. ‘Emil’, so Ross Klint was a pen name. Pen names were often used when an author had something to hide, one’s privacy could even be reason for one.  “Why the pen name, then, Emil?” he asked simply, not yet accusing but rather trying to get a better idea of the taller man behind the counter. He continued to mess with the dice before eventually setting them back where he had found them, his fingers still itching for the distraction. He set them out to mess idly with his glasses instead, cleaning them and adjusting them back atop the bridge of his nose.  It was vaguely evident from the way Graham acted that he wasn’t partial to interviews- usually he was put out in the field to look at the scenes. He had seen a few of these, a general picture was that of some sort of fanboy or someone who wanted to cast doubt on Klint- Emil- rather.  Will didn’t ask if he could question the shop owner, but it seemed to be the only way this could go. “Anyone in your life acting strange lately? Anyone you’ve noticed following you and so on?” he asked eventually, trying to get this out of the way.  Emil was strong, it seemed, height wasn’t as much of a factor in a good killer. The man also owned a more erotically motivated section of the shop- that could also draw some unwanted attention. There was also the general bad mouthing table top games had from the 80s- devil worship some had accused. If anyone who was so G-d fearing wanted to commit such heinous acts to frame a man in a supposedly satanic field, they would have more pressing things to worry about. 

[lxnelysxul]

Everyday was the same for Victor. He'd tend to the gardens and make sure everything is well although that was no problem for him. Keeping things alive for as long they can last for and he's had this job since he was a kid. He'd also been given tasks to serve the royal family their food. Both he and his brother were always together but his twin has more important things that Victor doesn't envy. He's only grateful that Vidal pokes his head in to see how he's doing.

Ever since he's laid eyes on the young princess for the first time, he's done his damnest to give her gifts without being noticed. But as time passed, Victor's done everything that he was told to without issue so he stays out of trouble and right at this moment he's in the garden. Unaware that anyone was around and he was talking to a plant softly, helping it back to life from withering. Being the partial embodiment of Life had its perks but it would be something hard to explain, especially if he's caught. Looking up from the flower he was helping, Victor's eyes widen and he moves to bow to her.

"Good morning princess, I didn't expect you to be there," he said softly and sets his jaw.

@drugged-past

[theunderratedlostyouth]

The goth walked in with an air of confidence to her, something she never had - confidence. But moving away from her home town she was looking for a fresh start. A fresh start, meant something new. Alissia walked into the building, approaching the front desk as she waited. "Hello? Can I set up for a piercing?" She was quiet, waiting as she played with her hair.

“That would be me,” Leta commented standing up with a small sway, “What kinda piercin’ are ya lookin’ for doll?” she asked, ruffling out her curls easily before tying them back. Her voice was a bit thick with a boston accent today, though it was very light now. “My name’s Leta by the way.” she commented offering a hand.

[ragewithinthestorm]

@drugged-past

Kid was glad to have found a seemingly decent person to rent a room in his home. He was hanging out on the private beach, poking at the grill he had set up to make the pair a celebratory meal to celebrate moving in together.

[theunderratedlostyouth]

Aster had returned from his home in the UK, returning to America for some fun. He walked into the building, and raised a brow as he was caught off guard. Aster sauntered up to the desk with his heavy boots clanking. He looked at the young woman but pointed at Erik. "Who is that little muffin?"

“Him? Oh that’s Erik. He’s the owner,” she hummed softly. “He’s a little bit of a stale muffin. Still cute but harder than you expect.” she teased, “Would you like to book an appointment with our little magic worker?” she asked raising a brow. “He specializes in watercolor.” she added with a smile.

[lxnelysxul]

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Omg I feel the same x3 i love seeing you on my dash and I'm happy to have interactions with you too. 🖤//