#reply:kara

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"I   dare   you   to   try." — Dylan to Kara

@normallyxstranger

Ah, so he wanted to fight. That's what he was trying to coax her into, wasn't it? But while Kara was certainly strong, she was no fool. She didn't know enough about him yet to want to sink that low. A demon like him had most definitely lived far longer than she had, even if he looked about her age, perhaps even younger, on the surface.

That aside, she had no reason to try to harm him, anyway. Yes, she'd caught him in the middle of a rather... bloody act. But she was no stranger to murder, herself. She just tended to take a more subtle approach.

The witch gave a dismissive wave of her hand, the silver rings, heavy on her fingers, catching the reflection of what little moonlight was reaching them here.

"Relax, Dylan," The words bordered in some strange place between amusement and agitation. "I was only teasing. I've got no qualms with you, nor with your... well... situation." In fact, she had been drawn here because she'd wanted to see what was happening. The man he'd just killed had been one she'd put a curse on earlier in the day, and while she'd been hoping to give him a slower, more agonizing, death, this worked too, she supposed. At least his wretched soul wouldn't have the option to move on. "He wouldn't have lasted another day, anyway. Plagued as he was." Though it would have offered some paltry amusement, at least, if he'd made it to the stage of gouging his own eyes out.

Kara tilted her head as she looked down at the body, the blood. "What have you done with the soul?" She wasn't asking because she cared what happened to it, it was more curiosity than anything. She'd met Dylan only a few times before and she still wasn't entirely certain of what he did with he souls he collected. Did he save them? Barter with them? Consume them? Maybe it depended on the soul.

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“Is this what you’re really like, or was that an act?” Nilza & Kara

@southern-belle-outcasts

Kara took a drag of her cigarette. It was a nasty habit, she knew, one she'd broken a few times before only to fall back on them again. She didn't smoke much, but sometimes she itched for it. It was probably less awful than some habits she'd had.

She blew the smoke upwards, away from the other woman. She wasn't gonna blow it in her face. That was disgusting. Unless Nilza was into that kinda thing, anyway.

"Can't it be a bit of both?" She answered, flicking a bit of ash onto the ground. "You take a part of yourself, turn the dial up to 100, let it loose... when you're done, you tuck it away to rest." A shrug. As if everyone did this. Or, at least, everyone had the option to. It just came easier to Kara. Probably in big part because she had learned not to give two fucks about what anyone else thought.

"I'm not always a total bitch, if that's what you're asking," She was happier than most to knock someone down a peg if they needed it. That's all. But she was also kindhearted when the moment called for it. It came down to one simple rule: she'd treat you the way you treated others. Easy as that. It wasn't her fault that most people were unwilling to do the hard part of putting someone else in their place. "They just needed to be taught a little lesson, that's all."

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@bcrninghearts

"It's just a little hex. He'll be fine," Well, he would be fine... in about 40 minutes when he finally stopped feeling like he was being swarmed by fire ants... then another few days after that when the pain from the phantom "bites" finally subsided and the swelling went down. But that's what he got for trying to spike her drink. Maybe he'd think twice before pulling shit like that again.

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You're so lucky. I'd die for a place like this. Molly & Kara

@southern-belle-outcasts

Kara wouldn't deny that it felt extravagant. It wasn't anything overly so, really- she wasn't inclined towards huge mansions with too many rooms to use. But it was big. Spacious. With a living space large enough it could accommodate a small party if she wanted it to. And, her favorite piece of all, the in ground pool outback. Well maintained and with a nice sized hot tub attached for those nights it started to get cool but she didn't want to leave the water.

She had grown up with far less. A two bedroom trailer, trashed to some degree at least 80% of the time. She could still recall the drug paraphernalia littering counter tops, the floor. Bloody noses staining throw pillows. She'd had nothing then. Nothing at all but her clothes. Her bed- a mattress on the floor.

As a child, a friend in the same park had such a lovely little home, though, comparatively. Clean, stark white, walls. A television without the cracked and bleeding corner. Kara had stayed overnight at her place plenty, pretending for a while that the clean sheets, soft pillows, and toys were all hers. Like this was the life she was leading instead of the mess of one she was leaving a few doors down. (Had her parents ever noticed when she was gone?)

But her friend moved away and an older couple took their place. They kept the lawn trimmed and the flower beds full and blossoming. She watched through the windows, sometimes, as they decorated for holidays. Wished to be invited to the big Thanksgiving dinners and Christmas parties. Birthday candles blown out by their granddaughter, a girl about her age but with dark, curly, hair and soft, peridot, eyes. Kara had asked her to play once. Only once. And her grandparents had pulled her away as discreetly as possible. But Kara knew. She understood, even at her young age- she would never fit into the world. She was always apart. They did not want the stray dog of a child mucking up their pristine little lives.

Now, though, as she kicked her heels off and hung up her jacket, she could pretend like she was something else. Something more. She had worked hard for this. Spent years building herself up. Finding courage. Strength. Will to carry on. And now the power was in her hands- quite literally.

She flicked a finger and the lights throughout the downstairs all came to life at the same time. Entry way where they currently stood. The large kitchen to the right. That open living space to their left, homing a baby grand piano simply because it had been left behind with the house. Kara had been learning to play it, though, so it was not a total waste of space.

"It is quite nice," She agreed, soft smile in place. She wasn't going to play humble about it. She had earned this. She had clawed her way up from the bottom to be here. She deserved nice things.

"Shoes off at the door, dear one, wouldn't want to make a mess, would we?" Kara placed her purse on the entry way console table, opened it to dig out her cigarettes and her cell phone. The cigarettes (and lighter) were left sitting atop the console- she never smoke indoors, didn't want the smell lingering- and the phone came with her via a golden, charmed, wrist strap. It was probably a little silly to have a wrist strap on her phone at this age, but she was prone to losing track of it otherwise.

"You're welcome to stay as long as you want, you know. There's plenty of space for you here whenever you'd like. And your company is always appreciated." She reached out to tuck a bit of Molly's hair back behind her ear. "Something to consider, at least."

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“What happened to you? You’re dripping! Did you not dress for the rain?” Molly & Kara

@southern-belle-outcasts

Oh, she was certainly dripping. And she definitely hadn't dressed for the rain. No umbrella. Nothing.

But the decision was very much intentional. There was nothing quite like the rush of a storm. Heavy downpour drumming. Lightning in the distance, flashing white hot. The rumble of thunder reverberating through your bones, settling into the ground beneath your feet like a tremor. She felt invigorated. Almost high.

"This is dressed for the rain," She countered with a soft laugh. "Haven't you ever danced in the midst of a thunderstorm? Bare feet in the wet grass? It's refreshing." Especially with as hot as it had been as of late. And Kara knew she wouldn't catch cold- she hadn't been sick since she was a teenager. Well, not with something like that. There was a sickness that sometimes came from overusing her magic, or from delving too deep into the darkness of it. Almost an acute poisoning, if she were to try to explain the sensation of it. But that had nothing at all to do with the cool rain water as it dripped off the bottom hem of her white dress, her pale blonde hair. Her mascara was bleeding, no doubt, makeup smudged and messy, but she couldn't care less about her appearance right now. "Life is too short not to enjoy the rain."

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“I’m hungry. And I’m horny. I’m horngry.” Nilza & Kara

@southern-belle-outcasts

Hungry and horny. What a combination. And both felt all the more pressing when you were as drunk as the two of them were right now. Kara laughed. Admittedly, she was in exactly the same position right now- she'd not eaten since sometime late this morning... and she was pretty much perpetually horny, if she was being honest. Even more so in the presence of someone as attractive as Nilza.

"We should get food." She wasn't so drunk that the sidewalk felt unsteady beneath her feet, but the world did feel somewhat hazy. "Something greasy," A suggestion, one which Nilza could shoot down. Kara was craving something a bit on the not-so-healthy side, though. Pizza. Burgers. Fries. Or maybe some overpriced, over loaded, nachos- something she wouldn't usually order but which usually sounded especially good when she was riding the combination that was drunk and high.

"We eat first. Take care of the horniness after," She gently nudged Nilza as they walked, though, admittedly, she wasn't entirely sure if it had been intentional or if she'd just wobbled slightly from her not-so-together state. "Unless the horny can't wait." She glanced over at Nilza, the ghost of a smirk on her lips. "Then, I'll gladly eat you, instead."

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“I’ll carry this forever. I just won’t let it kill me.” Nilza & Kara

@southern-belle-outcasts

Nilza had never explained the burden she carried, but Kara could sense the mourning on her from a mile away. It clung to her, the loss, like damp fabric, no matter how hard she tried to play it off. Act as if the grief was not there.

"That's all you can do, unfortunately," Kara replied back. She was not one for empty sentiments, no false words of encouragement or ''don't worry, it'll get better!''. She understood they often came from a place of kindness and compassion, but they were meaningless in the face of such heavy sorrow.

She held out a cigarette in offering. It was a nasty habit, but it was probably better than the drinking, at least. And it was certainly better than some of the other vices she'd finally (mostly) freed herself of. "You need to talk? I'm here. You need to scream or break shit or beat the fuck outta some asshole? I've got you covered. Or if you need to just let loose, relax, get high, get laid?" She smirked, only half joking about that last part. "Hit me up. Day or night." It really was the best she could offer- support in some way or another. When shitty moods hit, they often hit hard, and Kara was happy to be someone Nilza could fall back on for whatever she needed. All she had to do was say the word.

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My friends saw us leave together. They have questions. Molly & Kara

@southern-belle-outcasts

Kara quirked a brow at Molly, trying (and succeeding very well) to suppress a grin. "Oh?" She gave Molly a once over, already fairly certain of what those questions might entail. And yet, she was going to play dumb for a minute. Partly for her own amusement, and partly just to see what Molly would say. "What kind of questions?" She finally asked, that grin slipping for just a second, making itself known, before she reeled it back in.