#post event 01.

[winterdupont]

“So like, the whole day, I have no idea what happened. And I know like, things just sort of happen and days blur together for everyone, but I don’t just…” This sounded crazy without mentioning magical happenings. To the point where she just wanted to tell him magical happenings, it’d be more believable. Hey some snake lady died and one of her scales is in my pocket right now, what the hell do we do about it? She’d gotten to know Noah a bit more since that day, was comfortable talking to him now outside of hiding everything about her life and frantically making sure no spellbooks were just out and about in the open when he entered her apartment. He was sweet and maybe just as lonely as she was and she was no doubt probably freaking him out as she paced her living room, bullet journal in hand. 

“Like, I guess I’m just disappointed I missed a day.” The twelfth of March was still blank and just looking at the page annoyed her. With a huff that was probably a little overdramatic, she sank into the rocking chair opposite the couch, her lips pulled into a pout. “I feel like I’m in the Twilight Zone.” @noahkramer​

[leightonhaywood]

Coffee, hiking plans, they needed to figure out how bad the weather was going to be and if they were going to cancel over it. Or maybe he was going to convince her to go camping with Nora and some of the other wolves. Either way, he was happy to have the company, walked alongside Lia as she gave away little tidbits of her day. His attention jumped around a bit as it tended to in crowds, the lunch rush of the city drawing people from work to pick up something locally. Heartbeats, bits and pieces of conversation, steps on the pavement, all of it filtered through with Lia’s words and he just sort of nodded along, enjoying the strange sensory overload of everyday life. 

Eyes flickered from his companion to passerbys, his hands in his pockets, his elbow nudging against her side almost absently as they stopped at a crosswalk. 

“Don’t you go forgetting about me.” 

And then everything seemed to stop, his brow furrowed. He knew that voice all too well, it’s sweet rasp was a memory he was never going to be able to shake. But it was so real, too real to just be in his head, and he looked to the crowded street with unease, swore he saw a head of honey blonde hair and a flash of bright eyes. It wasn’t possible for his blood to go cold, it wasn’t possible for anything inside him to do much of anything, and yet he felt like everything had shut down just for a moment. @lcadelacruz​

[waeteeth-blog]

Being out in public in general had made this whole...Ghost thing? A little bit easier. Sure there were faces kind of popping up in crowds, but they were easier to ignore when you could actually interact with someone. It wasn’t ideal, but he couldn’t just hang around Safiye all day hoping for her to fend things off herself. 

 It was one of those things that always felt a little stereotypical, loitering around the mouth of an alleyway. In his defense, the bar he’d been in was still close and he figured there was nothing wrong than maybe catching a snack before his next round of drinks.

Cigarette between his fingers, Jamie’s attention bounced between the sounds of the bar in the near distance and the alleyway. Idle chatter to a few footsteps, glasses being set on the bar, to some kind of rustling-

Oh. 

“I think I’d remember ye if ye were one of those hallucinations that have been haunting everyone all fucking week.” He flicked the ash off the end of his cigarette, brows raised as he looked to the (rather large) man emerging from the alleyway. No heartbeat, air of grace, shoulders carefully carved from marble. Fellow vampire, he really shouldn’t have been surprised. @markusxcamlann​

[leightonhaywood]

“How are you holding up?” It was probably some kind of deep seated paternal instinct that had him needing to check on her. He hadn’t quite figured it out yet, what they actually were. To just think everyone was being trailed by ghosts was probably kind of ignorant, but they were essentially haunting people. So he didn’t think it was all that rude. On top of just being a friend, Leighton also knew Nora had lost at least her parents and if they were anywhere as near as….Angry and bothersome as the apparition of his ex wife, he worried about her being alone.

Sitting there in Nora’s living room, he couldn’t help but glance at shadows, or to the window. The one downside of being what they were is that they really didn’t have a means to banish such things on their own. He didn’t even think there was really any strength in numbers, he just knew he was less likely to launch himself into a pit of self loathing if someone else were present. “It’s been an...Eventful few days.” @noraxzhao​

[winterdupont]

“You deal with cursed things, don’t you?” The question rang out throughout Pandora’s Lore alongside the bell, words into the air before the door was even snug against it’s frame. Winter’s tone was sharp, not so much accusatory as it was firm. It was probably a poor assumption, that any genasi could deal with such a thing, but this had to be dark magic right? “Or at least know how to banish eidolons?” That was a little meeker, her back against the door, shoulders slumped in defeat. 

“I’m sorry for just barging in, but I just…” Her teeth chewed at the inside of her cheek as she looked to Safiye at the front counter. Safiye who’d come off as nothing but knowledgeable about magic, passionate about it. She didn’t want to worry Hudson with it, didn’t want him to try and swoop in and save her, she could do this. She just needed a little help in the right direction. And to figure out what the green scale in the pocket of her purse meant. “I just don’t know where to turn to with this and they just keep coming back.” @safiyebasak​