#m4gicals

[mystvcs]

closed starter for : eloise dawkins / @m4gicals where : charvitha's apartment.

charvitha was no stranger to misleading another witch. she built a life off of it. but on a rare, special occasion, one presented themselves to her on a pretty little platter. like usual, things were going vitha's way. others trusted her ... let her in. and now, in a times of trouble, she was someone another witch could turn to in their time of need. ❝ it's a good thing we have the wolf moon to work with tonight. ❞ celestial events were always good to work with. ❝ are you sure you want to do this, eloise? ❞ her voice softens along with her eyes, letting out a sigh as she sits on her couch, tapping it for the other to join. ❝ i know you're worried about your home but maybe we should take a beat. ❞ playing a concerned friend — an easy role she knows well, hopefully to be eaten up by the doe eyed woman across from her. ❝ whatever you want, though. i just want to help. ❞

[fromcinder]

STATUS: open to eloise dawkins. @m4gicals. LOCATION: the sweetest tooth. TIME: early morning.

whenever she thinks she's done with the nightmares, they happen again. sometimes she goes a week without them, sometimes no more than a day, but each time she's caught off guard. it's like she's unaware of their inevitability. that no matter what, she'll always wake up paralysed and terrified eventually. part of her finds it pathetic, really. like she should be over the trauma by now. logically, however, she knows better... much to her chagrin.

there's still dew drying on freshly fallen autumn leaves when she pulls up to the sweetest tooth astride her bike. it's a little while before opening time, but dom desperately needs a pick-me-up before the start of her shift. so, after rolling to an easy stop, dom plants booted feet against concrete and unbuckles her open-faced helmet. hair is left messy by said helmet's removal, and dom sets the bike's kickstand in place before killing the engine and dismounting.

there's a tiredness to her gaze as she hangs her helmet from a handlebar and cracks tension from her neck. hands pushing deep into the pockets of her leather jacket, dom takes a moment to close her eyes, tilt her head back and breathe in the brisk fall air. it's a comforting coolness that chases away the memory of burning lungs and the acrid stench of smoke. inwardly, she hopes to all hell that eloise is either already at work or on her way there.

[mystvcs]

closed starter for eloise dawkins / @m4gicals

hansa was enjoying the quiet november day. second chances was empty, but that gave the gorgon time to sort through some new donations they got in and clear up some halloween decor still left out. tango accompanied her to work and was currently rummaging through one of the boxes when the jingle of the door's bell alerted her to a customer. ❝ be right there! ❞ she leaves the cat to his mischief, offering the witch a smile and walking over. ❝ hey, eloise! what brings you in today? can i help you find something? ❞ you never knew what you'd find in a thrift store, part of the fun for hannie.