#dusk:start

[annahydenyc]

open starter : @duskstarts​

location : either she crashed at your muses place or your muse crashed at hers.

when : could be after the met gala or after a random night out.

anna wakes up on an unfamiliar surface. her eyes slowly open and squint as the sun beams through a nearby window casting its shine across her face. she rolls over onto her front as a heavy breath leaves the witch. "tell me there's a magic cure for a hangover. i'll give you anything you want. i feel like i've been hit by a mack truck" she groans as she rubs her aching head.

[torinoconnor]

LOCATION : Rosamie Lynns NYE Event 

STATUS: NOW CLOSED  @duskstart  

WITH: TORIN O’RILEY & YOUR MUSE

This was the last place on earth you'd usually find him, and his attire was a stark contrast from his usual jeans and leather jacket or flannel shirt. He was trying to blend in and he was hating every second of it. He was currently at the bar, drinking a whiskey, an essential requirement if he was going to get through the evening. He did however need to remain relatively sober, at least for now. "How long until midnight?" he asked, already counting down until he could leave.

[screamkiing]

open || anyone @duskstart​

location || an outdoor market, early morning

a fresh danish from the little old lady at the farmer’s market made getting up early on saturday mornings worth it. today, she had given reed an extra pastry on the house - cherry-almond flavored - confirming the crush that he thought the danish-lady had on him. unfortunately for reed, he had a nut allergy, and although the treat smelled heavenly, it wasn’t worth the risk of going into anaphylaxis. “hey!” he called out to the first person he saw far enough away from the danish stand so his old lady friend wouldn’t be offended. “want this?” he gestured to the brown bag with the pastry in it, “while it hurts to give it up, i’m willing to part with it for the sake of your happiness.”

[ofbeaufort]

location :   alchemy lab, night

featuring :   @duskstart

“ LET’S PLAY A GAME :  guess my age, and if you get it right, i’ll buy you a drink. if you get it wrong... you owe me a drink. ”   the smile harry offers is impish, he can’t help himself.   “ come on, give it a go. ”

[nicolasparra]

OPEN STARTER

“listen,” nic started, laughing despite himself. “i’m all for the city rats. they’re a staple of the new york city scenery.” there had been a giant one digging through the trash that was spilling out into the street as he walked by. “but every time i see one, i just think of the bubonic plague. every. single. time.” he turned his head. “i know there are only around 5,000 cases of it each year, at least now, and it’s not that bad. but... imagine catching the black death and having to tell people about it?” // @duskstart​

[rachelnazeri-a]

OPEN STARTER / @duskstart​

“LISTEN, I totally don’t mean anything by it, so don’t get offended, alright?!” She throws her hands up in surrender, preparing herself, before she claps her hands together and intertwines her own fingers. “But you look stressed. Still very pretty, of course, but stressed! Do you know the cure to that? Yoga.” As a yoga instructor, she’s definitely biased, but also after the event that transpired, everyone could use a few yoga sessions to calm their nerves. “Chamomile tea is great, too,” she adds with a smile, but stops herself there before she goes off on a tangent.

[theminhtram-duskfell]

Open Starter: @duskstart​ Location: Anywhere that Minh could be baking honestly. Minh had spent all day preparing a batch of cupcakes that she’d made a new recipe for. They were maple cinnamon, and she was convinced they were going to be amazing. The smell was heavenly, and once they were finished she broke off a piece to try one and was very pleased. She turned to the person who had just come into the room and sent them a soft smile. “Do you want to try a cupcake?”  She asked as she felt she should share her creation. “I can tell you what’s in them if allergies are a problem.”

[xnishmalik]

Nish had found a spot, taking a small book from one of the pockets inside his suit. He took a seat, crossing a leg and finishing up his drink. Setting it next to a line of empty glasses, while he flipped through the pages in his hands. Pausing as a shadow obstructed his tiny sliver of light. “Excuse me. You’re stealing my light! ” he yelled over the music without looking up. His voice had a slight slur to it.