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[jaymoonwerecoyote-blog]

Sister Bonding [Jay & Maya]

@piratemayamichael

Jay had walked back to the ship to try to find Ashton and ask him a question about something when she found herself accidentally bumping into someone. “Oh shoot I’m sorry are you okay?” She asks the other as she turns to make sure she didn’t knock them over. 

[thephoebeyates]

> The Parade, Pride Event. For @mayanoelle

Phoebe didn't mean to get lost in the crowd watching the parade, but she supposed it wasn't the end of the world. Generally, the traffic of people were all heaing to the same location, and she was sure she'd spot Foster or Seb or someone soon enough. So, she just parked up at the nearest corner, enjoying the different variations of the floats parading by.

"Oh I love dogs!" She couldn't help but exclaim as the Happy Tails float passed, the animals and the handlers seemingly enthusiastic on top of their float. In her excitement, she subconsciously grabbed someone's arm as she leaned forward to get a better view. "Oh sorry — oh Maya, hi!" She exclaimed, recognizing the owner of Latte Love. She tried to separate the people from the town's drama, and truthfully, preferred the coffee over at her store over Cafféliicous anyway. "How are you? Enjoying the parade?"

[alexander-coleman]

Status: closed @mayahirsch​

Location: Alex’s parents house 

With his mom and dad’s attempt at a new family tradition, or maybe it’s the rekindling of some Coleman family custom that predates him, Alex has taken on the unofficial role of dishwasher. Not that it bothers him. It’s mindless, mostly quiet, and it allows him a moment to give attention to his sometimes roaming thoughts - imagining it’s the same quiet serenity of a cigarette break, stepping away while dulled voices carry on merrily in the background. 

He finds himself alone in the kitchen now, sleeves pushed up his arms with knuckles and long fingers covered in suds. He hears his mother laugh in her loud, Long Island way, and usually the sound of it brings upon the helpless tug of his lips into an easy smile. Right now, however, he’s too preoccupied by the thought of Sage Carson to entertain distractions from the other room. 

Alex needs to ask her for a favor, though he’s not sure he has the right to ask anything of her anymore. Sure, it starts with said favor, when and how he plans to ask even though he’s not positive he’ll actually go through with it, but then his thoughts spiral towards how they got to this point of awkward tolerance of each other’s existence. Strangers to one another with too much heartache between them to ever foolishly think they can actually call what they have now a “friendship”. And then it turns to this, thinking about what they once had and telling himself it’s nothing more than innocent reflection. He almost believes it too, but then he hears someone coming into the kitchen, glancing over his shoulder to see Maya. “Hey,” Alex says with a sort of smile, turning his focus back to the sink. “You got sent on a wine run, or did you think I needed company?”

[cissab]

Maya has always grated Narcissa’s nerves, but she makes time for her at least once a month to ensure that she stays in Maya’s good favor. It’s the sort of connection maintenance she’s used to having to perform. Of course, that doesn’t make their actual interaction any more enjoyable. So, naturally, Narcissa chooses a brunch spot that serves good booze. She’ll need a little social lubricant to continue to play nice with the woman. 

Narcissa is nearly fifteen minutes early. She lets the host seat her without much complaint. The brunch spot is ritzy, one of many restaurants that Narcissa keeps a running list of for meetings such as this. 

She’s looking over the menu as Maya arrives. She smiles broadly, charming and graceful. “Maya! You look wonderful as always. I was just about to order drinks for the table. Any preferences?” 

@magneticmaya​

[reasonofyosuga]

@sirens-wrath

“This may seem odd but I must ask you a rather difficult question.” Getting used to people frolicking around will be a difficult task, so she must embrace this as soon as possible. Demons were not different to them, after all. “Is this hell? Or a new world? If so, is it the future?”