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[vindictiverielle-blog]

unwanted || Lydiya &Eli

Lydiya’s brow furrowed in confusion and looked at the bracelet, then the woman and repeated that process for a moment before raising her brow. “What’s the catch, because trust me. My sticky little fingers want that bracelet for money purposes but the real question is, are you going to call the cops on me after I take it, or is this something that’s legit. I’m not down for a set up, lady.” Her brow raised with more of a serious tone as she narrowed one eye looking over the woman to see if there was anything that could be shady about it.

“Did you steal it?” She finally asked crossing her arms over her chest. “I’m not about the hot goods life unless I stole the hot goods.”

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A laugh bubbled out of her lips and she gave a shake of her head. “If I wanted to call the cops, I’d find a better way to trap someone than handing them a bracelet in the middle of the street.” Eli’s eyebrow raised in a manor that said as if. Dropping her arm with the outstretched box she gave a quick shrug of her shoulders. People were so untrusting now a days, though, she couldn’t really blame them. She’d be skeptical of someone just handing something like that to her as well.

“Do you want a receipt? Because I don’t have one of those. It came from a man that I’d rather not have things from.” Which was all the brunette was willing to say about that. It wasn’t a subject she like revisiting. “So do you want it or not. I’m sure someone else will gladly take it if you don’t.”

[statistics-n-secrets]

Waiting || Rayne/Las & Lydi

The drive to the hospital had been agony. The speed Laslow drove was breakneck but it wasn’t fast enough. Not for Rayne. She was in shock and terrified. She didn’t really have a lot of friends. She wasn’t even sure she had any beyond Ash, if she was being honest. Most people averted their eyes and skirted around her but that was because of the way she carried herself and fear she cultivated, friends though? Did she have them? Probably not. Ash, though., Rayne was sure Ash was her friend. When she doubted the longevity of others, Ash had never wavered. Rayne had never known a friendship like Ash’s. She couldn’t lose that. She’d never find it again. 

She wrapped her fingers through Laslow’s that rested on her knee and stared out the front window as the scenery blurred past. She would have been there by now had she used her vampiric speed, but she couldn’t chance it. Even in the face of Ash’s injury Rayne had a duty to the only town she had truly felt home in. She nodded when he spoke, reassuring her that Ash would be alright. Yes. Yes, of course, she would be. There was no other option. 

When the car stopped, she had to force herself to slow down. She was trying to be better at controlling her emotions. She was not one that found it easy to ignore anger, which was how her fear often presented itself. It was better to get angry than it was to sit around feeling scared and helpless. She’d done that before, never again. 

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[gentlesmiles-n-savagehands]

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🔥…someone my muse would die for

My adoptive daughter for sure. I’d say my girlfriend but I might get hit for that one. She can take care of herself. 

[widowedandrevengeful-blog]

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3) Do a round of shots

Someone just may have missed the memo that Demons aren’t the biggest of drinkers and if, such as situations like this, they do partake in the so called luxury they don’t exhibit the same inebriated state. Still, it was to some amusement to observe the ‘louder than life’ witch, losing the ability to hold together a complete sentence.

She’d already shifted closer, no doubt to use the table as an additional means of support and the swaying was almost becoming a concern. He wouldn’t have cared should she have fallen but it would have come as an unnecessary attraction of surrounding attention. It was the only thing holding him back from giving her a helping nudge. Instead, reaching for a still full glass amongst the tray of empties Magnus rose the beverage with a slight nod of his head before downing the contents and without bearing the notion of a wince in favour of the burning liquid travelling down his vessels throat. “Still convinced you can drink me under the table?”

[flowering-waterfalls]

All Work & No Play || Tara & Lydi

Tara stacked the shelves of books in the front of the shop, alphabetical by author and sorted by topic. It was dull work, but her shift was closing and she had to make sure the store looked decent for Xera in the morning. If she didn’t she’d hear about it. The store was dead, but it wasn’t empty. Lydiya, the newest member of the Enchantments crew was also there, refolding the tourist shirts and putting them back. Tara hated those shirts, but this was the business and she had to sell them. 

“How’s it going over there?” She asked as she slid the last of the trivial witch craft books onto the shelf. The real magic was behind the large purple pentagram tapestry. That was where the real witches of Spiritvale purchased what they needed. Spells, books, potions. You name it, they had it. Etta’s sold the pieces but the Kamdyns had the stuff pre-made. For the witch in a hurry or on the go. 

She picked up a few figurines that Demitri had made and walked them back over to the little display that Xera took so much care to set up. Demitri didn’t need to sell his stuff at the shop, his business was successful as it was. The boy had magic in his fingers after all, but he was a good friend of Xera’s and even Tara couldn’t deny the talent. They sold a decent about of his carvings and leather bound journals. She knew it was a sound investment. 

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[axel-levine-blog]

"I fucked up why do you not care?"

“Oh. I care alright.” He chided with a growl, “However, I know how to prioritise my levels of pissed off. Now stop standin’ there fuckin’ mopin’. This mess ain’t gonna clean itself... We’ll be discussin’ what happened here later.”

[statistics-n-secrets]

"I fucked up, why do you not care?"

Rayne shrugged, her eyes focusing on her daughter. “Because you know what you did and that’s what I care about.” Lydi knew she’d messed up and that was important. “You’re still my daughter, I still love you. Fuck up or not.” It was as simple as that. It was nearly impossible to lose Rayne’s loyalty once you had it and this little witch had it. 

[gentlesmiles-n-savagehands]

"I fucked up, why do you not care?"

“We all fuck up from time to time, Lydiya,” Nico said wrapping strong arms around her and pulling her into a tight hug. “So long as we learn from our mistakes, that’s all anyone can ask.”