#lunaleste

[alwayshq]

Hi, is Freya still open?

She is ! And very wanted !

[nklsdttr]

assured steps of feet clad in black leather boots against cement staircase as distant sound of locust and cricket song fills the air . curled auburn tresses dance with every move , and as evening sunlight cascades across her it appears like fire , akin to the one which rages within her . it was time for the coven's routine stroll , field trips fiona would affectionately call them and at times , they turned out to be quite enjoyable . at least hope appreciated them for what it was worth . following in line behind zoe and madison , anxious fingers grasp at jacket's charcoal sleeves , spots frayed in them all too telling that she had done this before . familiar face interrupts perfect stride , causing her to falter , fall out of line . bewilderment colors ocean eyes , certainly having not expected the sight of the siphon . the girls look back , concern etching itself into their faces but the tribrid urges them along ; she was alright , she would catch up .

slower now , she finishes her descent down the academy staircase before ultimately standing before @lunaleste . time had given the girl's face some age but it kept not recognition at bay . pronounced frown tugs each corner of her mouth downward as confusion forces brows to knit together . memories of a time a decade prior come flooding to the forefront of her mind while arms cross just beneath bosom . what possible reason could she have for being there , so far from mystic falls , from her father , her sister , home ? " . . . lizzie , " voice comes in but a breath , only loud enough for her to hear . in the distance , trumpets and saxophones roar through the french quarter , jovial shouts and songs amplified by supernatural hearing in the wake of new condition . the taste of beignets and blood haunt her tongue in equal measure . but even that is not enough to distract her from the woman before her . " gotta say , i'm surprised doctor saltzman would let you come for mardi gras by yourself . . . " but , of course that can't be why she's here , is it ?

[truthsaved-a]

@lunaleste​​   sent  :  “ you’re talking nonsense. ”  /  from scully

 ❛ if i had a nickel  . . .  ❜   mulder’s jovial words trailed off into the end of the phone.   she knew the rest of the joke so there was no point.   somehow any doubt from his partner didn’t bother him today.   nothing was going to spoil his mood.    ❛ you’ll see when you get here,  scully.   hopefully by then,  i’ll have the photos back from the crime scene so you can see that there’s nothing nonsensical about what happened to that poor man.  ❜   there was a brief pause in which he heard a sigh leave from freshly unpursed lips on the other end of the phone.     ❛  oh,   ye of little faith.   i’ll see you in a couple of hours.  ❜   and he hung up without a real goodbye.           

[xchaosandmagic]

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Munday Interactions 

🎊 I’m happy to have met you.

Aw! That’s so sweet! I’m happy to have met you too! You seem like a fabulous person and I’m so glad to have someone to talk Chicago PD with! (especially after I get caught up!)

[evcryopeneye]

@lunaleste​ ( Jay )

Ethan, was well aware of the law, and the fact that him and his friends shouldn’t have been here, but it was a Friday night…and the place was packed. They weren’t the only underage people in here, hell, half the place was underage, maybe that was fertile ground for selling drugs? Barely anyone here would report it, selfishly, they wanted the place to stay open.

There was a band playing in the far end, a crap one, one that EJ actually couldn’t stand but that was a story for another day. Right now, he had a beer in his hand, and he was combing the crowd. He wasn’t quite sure where his friends had gone, he was certain Mark was probably attempting to ask out the girl from their journalism class. He shouldn’t have been so deep in thought, he was thinking to himself more than looking out but to be fair. Jay was the last person he expected to be here.

As he turned, he almost walked straight into him. The colour drained from Ethan’s face, surprise painted across him, a look that resembled a deer in the headlights.

“Oh shi-“ Oh shit indeed. Suddenly there was a million thoughts in his head; was he going to get arrested, was the club about to get raided, was he undercover? Had he just fucked up?

Depends on your definition of fucked up.