#elora.

[cravemore2]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝    oh    my    god    —    OH    MY    GOD,    she    was    in    your    car    because    she    needed    a    ride    ?    this    is    bullshit,    i    don’t    buy    it.    ❞

[decimatlas]

@sirenlessong gets a starter – the drama of it all :o

For any siren, her current situation is a nightmare. For her – her family – it might as well be a death sentence. Or at least one of exile, banishment. Somehow, the famous Elora Meadows has lost her song – not lost, she comes to the conclusion (however falsely) – but stolen. She can't captivate an audience like she used to, and her fame can only take her so far. People want to hear her sing. People demand her song.

And for the first time – she can't deliver.

It's misery, utter misery. She fumes on the train over, fists clenched until knuckles turn white. Despite the pleas of her security team, she goes alone – sweatshirt pulled over her head, sunglasses on her face. People snap photos of her. They find her, they always do. But she's on a mission now, to get her song back... somehow. She has only one person in mind, the culprit, in her head.

Amory.

So she takes the train, rainy atmosphere, thundering, cracking, flashing with light – it fits her mood. Bubbling, burning with anger. Thundering within her. She's located her sister in a coven in another state. For shame, she runs away with her tail between her legs, doesn't honor her family. Elora won't be like her. No, she'll get her song back – rip it from her sister's throat if she has to – and come back to her family, proud. Victorious.

Soon, she arrives at her destination. A large house, worn with age but well-kept in spite of that. She is first met by the High Priestess. Scary – she didn't think she would be here. Eden Emerson's eyes bore into her own; she knows she is unwanted here, but Elora fights fire with fire.

❛ She's my sister. I'm allowed to talk to her. ❜ ' If that's what she wants. ' ❛ Get out of my way. ❜ Entitled brat. She pushes past the witch, who swiftly holds her in place without even touching her. She's powerful. Elora is unmoving as Eden disappears into the house. It feels like ages before she re-emerges – Elora, frozen the entire time.

' She'll see you. But if she changes her mind, I'll know. ' Ominous. A warning. High Priestess always knows. Eden releases her from the hold, and Elora practically growls. She marches into the house and finds Amory there, just beyond the threshold, waiting for her.

❛ You bitch! ❜ She immediately shouts, storming right up to her sister. There's fire in her eyes. Thundering, lightning. ❛ What did you do with my song? You were always fucking jealous of me! Give it back, or I'll take it back myself! ❜

[cravemore2]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝    are    you    going    to    christian’s    party    tonight    ?    i    heard    it’s    supposed    to    be    crazy,    and    honestly,    i’ve    been    studying    so    much,    i    feel    like    i    need    to    relax.    ❞    most    people    she    knew    had    been.    as    she    settles    back    on    the    bed    beside    him,    elora    steals   the    bottle    for    a    swig    before    shoving    it    back    into    his    hands.    ❝    i’m    sorry    she’s    been    so    busy.    you    don’t    deserve    that    —    ❞    wasn’t    sure    how    her    friend    stayed    away.    shit,    if    he    were    hers,    she’d    be    on    him    twenty    four    seven.    ❝    i    mean    you’re    sitting    here,    bored,    waiting    on    her,    and    has    she    even    noticed    the    time    ? texted you.    ❞

[cravemore2]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝    mm    ?    ❞    a    pout    wiggles    into    place    at    the    comment,    dark    eyes    doe    -    like.    fingers    roam    down,    down,    down,    until    it    meets    the    zipper    of    his    jeans.    ❝    you    don’t    feel    mad    to    me.    ❞    tries    to    hide    the    cockiness    from    her    voice    as    hand    cups    the    bulge    from    outside    his    jeans,    proud    that    she    managed    to    still    have    this    effect    on    him.    fighting    or    not    —    god    bless    the    black    cut    out    dress    that    just    barely    covered    her    ass.    

[cravemore2]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝    you    can’t    just    pull    me    into    a    closet    to    make    out    —    someone    is    bound    to    notice.    ❞

[cravemore2]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❛    if    i’m    being    honest,    i    like    having    you    around    much    more    than    them.    ❜    comes    out    as    a    joke,    leaning    toward    him    to    whisper    it    as    some    kind    of    secret,    but    it    isn’t    a    complete    lie.    the    boys    from    before    were    a    bit    annoying    and    he    came    with    a    degree    of    ease    they    had not.    ❛    one    more    drink    on    me    —    i    mean,    you,    i    guess    —    and    we    can    head    out.    ❜

[sweetncrs]

"you’re dating my father but you’ve just been fingering me under the table at dinner now we’re gonna fuck lol” muse: elora open to: f/nb

     family gatherings were always something that elora hated, it was either her fathers snide comments about her sexuality, her brothers egotistical rants, her sisters perfect marriage shoved in her face or her fathers new girlfriend who seemed to always try and get underneath eloras good graces. the woman did annoy her, maybe it was the fact elora was still not completely over her parents divorce, hell - they only divorced a year ago and her father was already dating women who were almost thirty years younger than him. rolling her eyes whenever the woman spoke, elora was stuck next to her- passing the salads, talking about their days - before then, elora felt fingers dragging along her skin, her eyes widening but…it felt good..the woman beside her not even batting an eye before her hands were dipped in the young, redheads underwear, elora trying to keep herself together. “fuck!” she cried aloud, everyone looking at her before she tried to make up some excuse. “uh pardon me, i just realised i forgot my …. shit - work at the office.”