#rosegarstarter

[sourselene-blog]

‘‘I hope you have a really fucking good reason for bothering me right now.’’ June sighed as she pulled her book off her face. ‘‘Can this wait? I’m obviously busy.’‘ 

[lucascantrell]

“Hmph- what?” Lucas’s head jerked up from where it had been resting, and he squinted through the skewed lenses of his glasses, eyeing the document in front of him. The letters were garbled, but the most distinct feature of the article he’d been attempting to write was a long trail of ‘zzzzzz’ spanning most of the page. He sighed, straightening his glasses back out before turning to who’d woken him up from his impromptu nap, “Sorry, was I snoring? Or talking? I’ve heard I say some quote-worthy things when I’m half-asleep.”

[eddie-jacobs-blog]

Usually Eddie was good at making sure he kept extra clothes everywhere, nearly always having one change of outfit on hand for if he shifted without stripping down first. But he had taken his emergency shop outfit home to wash it last week and forgotten to bring it back, which lead to his current predicament. He had been forced to shift when a fire fae got insulted and started sending off sparks on the second floor, his wolf form necessary to get the young girl the hell out of his shop before it lit on fire. But the shift had been so sudden his clothes hadn’t survived, and all he had left was a pair of old and slightly ragged jeans he had almost forgotten about. Normally he would have just closed up to go get a shirt (and some boxers) but he was expecting a shipment of books that he had to sign for at any moment. So here he was, sat behind his desk and trying to pretend like nothing was wrong. Feeling someone’s gaze on him, he sighed heavily. “It’s a long story, don’t laugh”

[lucascantrell]

Lucas plucked away at the strings of his guitar, mindlessly humming along with the melody as it formed at his fingers. As he listened to the notes, he felt words start forming in his head and began singing, slowly piecing them together as they came into his head. “I wanna get back to where we started, in the summer light... ya know, ya know, ya know, we’ve got it right...”

Feeling a set of eyes on him, he chuckled, not looking up from the guitar, “Sorry, been playing with some new melodies, like to think out loud sometimes. I’ll shut up if you want me to.”

[kali-young-blog1]

“ I think I might need a tissue. Or um. Medical attention. Not a hospital though. Is there a healer around? One that knows about the Gardens?”

[eddie-jacobs-blog]

God eddie hated succubi. Not that he had met any of them beyond Kali fucking Young. He didn’t know how she managed to dig up dirt on him, but she had it, and Eddie didn’t want her following through on her threats. So here he was, standing at the elevator, wating for someone to walk by. “Hey, um, this is going to sound kind of weird, but would you want to get married? like, now?”

[kali-young-blog1]

Some people got hangovers from drinking to hard, ones that would go away if given time and caffiene. Kali envied them. Instead, she got a inhuman (lmao) tolerance to normal stimulants meant for mundanes, meaning she could party twice as hard and come out unscathed, but every so often she went far too hard, and dipped into the side of things catering to the supernatural. The succubus had gone to a party at a mundane free bar, owned by a warlock and staffed entirely by the supernatural side, and cut loose, a decision she was regretting the next morning. Fairy dust tasted great when mixed with drinks, but it had a hell of a kick the next morning. Rubbing her temple, she shot the lobby lights a glare as she entered the gardens, having crashed at anothers house the night before. “Mind clearing a path, or have you decided to take up residence in the middle of the hall?” She complained as someone stood blocking her way, voice hoarse and scratchy. 

[lucascantrell]

Lucas had never really felt the cold, the fur combining with his own naturally warm body temperature making it hard to sense any real changes in temperature. Still, something about the harshness of the air cut him to the quick tonight, and the snow under his feet sent the chill to his core. A shiver wracked his body and he tried to shake it off, feeling his ears smack against his head before he came over a ridge, sniffing at the air to pick up a familiar scent.