#macabre.start

[ofancientbloods]

The streets were too flooded to concentrate on anything aside from the rich scents and sounds that rolled through the streets of New Orleans like wild fire. Because of that, Scott went back to work. He wasn’t going to get the information he needed right now, not with some many people pressed up against one another. He’d wait until nightfall, and then he’d get a better look. Until then, it was back to the grindstone. With his head under the hood of an old Chevy, he caught the presence of someone nearby, waiting to speak only for him to beat them to it. “I will be right with you. Feel free to take a seat or grab a cup of water.”

[ofancientbloods]

Today had gone from tense to what the hell is going on? Aside from the funeral, Derek had expected another mundane day, but clearly that wasn’t what he was going to get. From finding a dead Argent who was now very much living and breathing to a break in on one of his properties, he wasn’t entirely sure how much more fun he could take. “Stupid fuc-” he was interrupted by the sound of a stone being kicked. “Can I help you?”

[ofancientbloods]

New Orleans was just a pit stop down the road. Chris had been moving ever since he lost everything that ever mattered to him. No staying anywhere too long. Make a few deals, kill a few bad guys, get back on the road. The cuts and bruises that covered his face and body were evident of his constant rambling. Hearing someone approach him as he practically inhaled his coffee, he threw his hand up as he finished it. “Don’t interrupt a man and his morning coffee. That’s a great way to get shot.”

[taintedhearts]

‘ what do you think ?’ she inquired to the person who happened to be standing beside her in the small boutique . ‘  THIS one,’ a short slim fitting dress was held up against her frame momentarily, allowing the other to fully appreciate the piece before being tossed to the side for another , more revealing a line number . ‘ --- or the red one ?’

[taintedhearts]

it wasn’t unusual for him to be out this late , especially in the quarter, especially when the artist inside of him had a sudden spark of muse.  && he certainly wasn’t inexperienced with the occasional onlooker or two --- but he had felt the same pair of eyes on him for a while now, && it was starting to trigger his curiosity. ‘ if you’re going to gawk at me , you might as well give me your opinion .’ the words fell as he finished his last stroke, placing the brush down beside the canvas . ‘ it’s been a while since i’ve heard a bit of honesty .’