#ft. celine

[teagan-monroe]

closed starter for @celineediz

Teagan shouldn't have been in the bar. But she'd had a long day and drinking at home was an even worse option, where she was alone and there wasn't any accountability. At least at the bar, there were other people around, and Teagan felt less likely to make decisions detrimental to her sobriety when in public. Besides, she'd driven her truck to the bar, so wouldn't get drunk enough that she couldn't drive home.

She was sitting at the bar, not wanting to hog a whole booth when it was just herself, hand wrapped around her glass. The blonde glanced up when someone slipped into a chair one down from hers, seeing a woman by herself, at least for the moment. "Drinking alone?" Teagan asked, head tilting.

[deadlydiviniity]

@celineturan​

“Look what the cat dragged in. Should’ve known trouble would come waltzing back through my door.” How long had it been since he’d last seen Celine? He remembered the ‘where’ well enough, London. But the ‘when’? That’s where he always got a little blurry. “Here for a drink or to reminisce?” 

[natcinxi]

#

cell phone head canons

- what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone

céline fleur 🧚🏼‍♀️

- what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone

- what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone

acá

- my muse’s last text to your muse

“olvidé pasar a dejar el libro ayer 😫 ¿me perdonas?”

[djpeterpark]

@celinedahl // who ya gonna call? i guess it’s this nerdy guy bc ghostbusters forwarded me

It wasn’t so often that he was called upon by the Bratva. Most of the time, Peter was allowed to live his life normally. Visiting his mom on weekends when he could sneak away and leaving small bits of cash tucked away in her coat pockets so that she could think she had a stroke of luck or that she simply misplaced her cash and found it again. However, when he was called upon, he knew that his arrival had to be immediate. Peter would always do his best to get to places, but he often found it hard to get there on time. Something always seemed to happen and he felt as if he was maybe running out of excuses.

This time however, he wasn’t late. He had somehow managed to make it to the meeting place well before he was supposed to be there. Peter silently gave himself a pat on the back and a smirk settled on his features as he pulled out his laptop. It was Celine this time who he was supposed to meet. While she was nice to him, he still was intimidated as fuck by her. He had seen all of the surveillance of her hits being taken out, and he knew exactly what she could do. He just hoped that he wouldn’t one day find himself on the other side of things. His head perked up when Celine got there, smiling widely and waving her over to come sit by him. He pulled up the security feed as she sat down next to him. 

“So I’m just going to go over a few points with you before you take out this hit. These security cams have huge blind spots, plenty of places where action could happen and no one could see it,” he started. “I’ve already hacked into their tech and have a few of their feeds on a loop so we can back track and clean up the recordings later,” he explained. “Do you… Do you have a plan at all? Maybe then I can set the trail of cameras following your entrance?”

[adriennemoralez]

&&.@celine-dahl

There was a dull ache that had been slowly saturating her mind for the last couple of days. Spreading the irritation to the edges of her head until she could not withstand the pain any longer. Adrienne pressed her fingers to her temples, trying to soothe it any bit. Often when she had headaches like these, it was because she had simply forgotten to eat. She was usually busy discussing everything about the war with Gabriel and now with making sure Sophia was comfortable her plate was full. Not to mention that any of her free time that used to be just her’s was spent with Mercy now. Not that she was complaining at all, it just meant the simple things like eating and sleeping tended to slip her mind after a full few days. 

She wandered a bit in the Wilde Wood looking for her victim. Someone she could drain quickly and unsuspecting. When Adrienne found them, she drank and drank and drank until she had emptied the blood bag completely. Yet her insatiable craving hadn’t been cured and neither had the headache. If anything, the human just made her feel worse. She felt like she had drank too much, more than she needed too but she still felt oddly empty. Adrienne wandered around bringing her clammy hand to her opposite arm to sooth an itch that had formed. The only thing her meal had brought her was an onslaught of agitation that she was unable to curb her appetite. Adrienne had prided herself on being incredibly wise, she had been alive for so long it would have been a waste if she didn’t use her brain for that reason. However, now she was angry that the simple solution to get rid of the headache didn’t work. 

Small sweat beads accumulated across her forehead as she mindlessly meandered through the wood, as if something was drawing her closer to it. Her fangs deployed on their own when her line of vision met a shack, something that was unusual for a vampire who had learned to control those urges a long time ago. Adrienne couldn’t retract them as she approached the small hut on the edge of the sea, she had this sickening feeling in her gut that the thing she had been craving could be found there. Perhaps B negative just wasn’t doing the trick for her. She peered her head around the corner, eyes scanning the perimeter until they fell on a blonde figure. 

“You.” Eyes thinning for a moment as her body began to tremble. She clenched her fists in an attempt to control the convulsions as best as she could. “Ayudame, por favor.” It felt odd for her to even be asking for help like this, but as the blood had settled into her stomach, she felt so nauseous and dizzy she didn’t know what else to do in this moment.