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[amongtheisles]

{••ᴅᴇʟɪʟᴀʜ••}

“Oh you make it sound so petty. The Outsider’s   gifts are fine, but I just crave more. He has so  more power he isn’t sharing- so I’m just -  supplementing. Haven’t you ever been curious  what more you could do? What more you could  be?”

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[cxssidy]

♆ 

No, it couldn’t be...could it? Cassidy squinted his eyes in order to get a better look..but, in fairness, he was in the middle of a two day drunk. His vision was blurred at best. 

  He stumbled closer, and as the face became clearer. And the moment he did- he tried to gather his composure.

 “Sir? Oh by the Void! Aren’t you a sight  for sore eyes?”

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[amongtheisles]

{••ᴅᴇʟɪʟᴀʜ••}

“Of course not, Daud-”

As she dropped the candelabra it clanged as it hit the ground, her arms out stretched as her let her power grow and swell inside her. The plants around her, in her garden started to grow out of control, roots and vines headed towards him.

“I’m just getting started.”

@kiillerofmxn | from x

[emmaxmeyer]

“We’re so close to the vault. Stay low, and stay quiet.”-Daud

⦕☥⦖

For now, Emma just nodded. If there was anything she was a natural at, it was being quiet and discreet. She adjusted where she knelt and peered around carefully before she leaned slightly towards Daud’s direction. Even though it seemed quiet, Emma could hear thoughts in other rooms nearby.

“There’s more of her idiots beyond this room…a lot of them.”

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[seeance]

"Take your nonsense elsewhere." - Daud lmao

✖ k̳l̳a̳u̳s̳ ✖

Before he said anything- Klaus straight up HISSED at this stranger, then made a face at him. 

“First of all, you can’t make me. And  secondly- I don’t really want to alarm you, but there are an almost OUTSTANDING number of ghosts around you. Did you know that?”

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[tigcrballs]

🕷Ｍｒ． Ｎａｎｃｙ🕷

The question delighted Nancy, and a wide grin grew across his face. If there was something he loved, it was to tell stories. He took out a old gold and black case, and offered Daud a cigarello. 

 “Here, have a smoke, have a seat. And I’ll tell you about Tiger.” 

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[amongtheisles]

Billie drabble: Left in charge

(under read more for length)

featuring @cxssidy, and mentions of @kiillerofmxn

With Daud out, likely ‘unwinding’ after a long mission, Billie sat at the table, papers scattered, lights dimmed low while most of the other whalers settled for the night. She was going through all her notes for their next job, the next mark.

Her peace was shattered when the door flew open, followed by a loud thud then laughter. She huffed, and with a roll of her eyes, she shook her head. It was clear as day that Cassidy, her would be brother, was back from a night at the pub. “Fucking moron.” She muttered as she went back to her work. But after about five minutes, and then there was no more sounds of movement, she realized that he had passed out on the floor.  As much as she wanted to leave him like that, leave him to wake up in his own mess, to let him be the disappointment he was...Daud’s voice was loud in the back of her head. Even if he was just out, these were his whalers and she was expected to look out for them. Even the teenage idiot who never quite knew his limit.

She left her work, left her papers, and went to go find Cassidy.  “Hey dumb-ass…” she called out to him, and in the dim lights saw him passed out face first on the floor. At first, she nudged him with her foot.  “Careful-” Cassidy said from his spot on the floor. “‘M too pretty.” She did everything not to smile, as much as he was a shit, he was a funny shit. “C’mon, pretty boy. Let’s get you to bed before Daud comes back.” She knelt down, lifting his lanky body up with ease.  “‘M okay-” he said, but didn’t fight her help, as he just went along with her. “No, you’re not.” He looked at her with a lopsided smile. “No. ‘m not.” She had started to lead him to his bed, when he started to heave. “Oh you better not-”   He just responded with another heave, “can’ control it-” For fucks sakes, she thought, then dragged him towards the washroom. They barely made it there before Cassidy lunged from her arms towards the toilet. And with that, he threw up.

Again, she thought to leave him there. But then figured he would probably wind up drowning to death in his own vomit.  But once more, in the back of her head, Daud told her, ‘take care of my Whalers.’

She sat down next to him, and after a moment, she reluctantly patted his back. “Get it out, dumbass. Don’t need you choking to death.” And he grabbed hold of the bowl and threw up, and he went on like that for a few minutes. Then settled.

 “All out-“ he muttered, as he sat back against the wall.

She got him a glass of water, and held it out to him. “Good. Get this into you.” He took it from her with a slurred thanks, and she watched him drink it, slowly.

 Once the water was done, she helped him up once more, and finally got him out and to his bed.  He flopped down, and she rolled him on his side.

“Don’t die.” She muttered as she went to leave. Then he called her back. “Billie-“ She turned to look at him.”what-?” “I know ya ain’t got any love for me, don’t blame ya. But, Da’d was right. You’re a good sister.”

She was slightly taken back, but she sighed.”Thanks. You, aren’t the worst.” It was as nice as she would get. “Again, don’t die.”

 “I’ll do me best.”