#saltandstatic

[xxblackmagicx]

open to: zahir ( @saltandstatic ) location: zahirs place

it wasn't all the time that thalia would want to stay at his place. but on a night like tonight? she didn't want to be alone. after her run in with tate, followed by sal and sav, it was enough to leave her in an emotional state. changing into one of his t-shirts after letting herself in, she found herself on the couch, with a small blanket over her. how long she had been sitting like that, she lost track of time. lost in her own thoughts, she pulled herself out of them once she heard the door open. looking over, she smiled a bit when she saw him. "i missed you at the ball." it wasn't exactly fun. all thalia did while there was stand near the wall.

[burningvalhalla]

Location: Sage & Lavender Setting: Nearing closing time. For: @saltandstatic

The sickly-sweet aroma of incense filled the air of the cozy shop, wind chimes and sun catchers dangling lustrously from the ceiling. The gentle hum of Stevie Nicks adds to the mystical vibes of the tiny boutique. Evie sat atop the counter, humming along to the soothing tunes, her nose buried in a novel. "If I live to see the seven wond-" The words are cut short by the musical chime of the entry bell being triggered. Instantly, she clumsily slipped from her perch, abandoning her book as she made a beeline through racks of clothing and shelves of herbs, flowers, and crystals.

"Welcome in, I'm Evie, and I'll be your guide through Sage and Lavander today." The slight draw of her British accent caught as she approached the towering male. "What brings you into our cozy cavern?"

[echosnoir]

closed for: antonio (@saltandstatic )

vinny wasn’t sure if he came down this alley to breathe or to bleed out in peace. maybe both. the fight had ended twenty minutes ago, maybe less, though time had stopped feeling real lately. all he knew was that the other guy hit hard enough to leave bruises blooming across his ribs and a cut split open above his brow, and vinny had hit harder. harder than he needed to. harder than the crowd expected. he could still hear them somewhere in the back of his head, shouting his name while blood dripped from his knuckles onto the mat. they loved him when he fought angry. lately, that was the only version of him he knew. he was so angry. angry at himself for failing to protect his sister, for failing antonio, for existing when it should've been him instead of her. it wasn't right.

his shoulder hit the brick wall first before the rest of him followed, exhaustion finally dragging him downward until he slid to sit against the cold concrete. his chest rose slow and uneven beneath the dark fabric clinging damply to his skin, one hand pressed tight against his side while the other hung loose between his knees, streaked red across the knuckles. the alley smelled like smoke, rain, and iron. vincent tipped his head back against the wall and closed his eyes for what was supposed to be just a second. just long enough to see his sister's face one more time.

then footsteps approached. his eyes opened slowly at the sound, heavy and sharp all at once, and there he was. antonio. for a moment, vinny didn’t say anything at all. he just looked at his brother from where he sat on the ground, bruised and bloodied and worn hollow in places no one else would notice except for his brother. who probably knew him better than vinny knew himself. but unlike most of the time the two of them meet, there was no shit eating grin on his face. no sarcastic comment ready to deflect whatever the other would say. the only thing that greeted his brother was an emptiness that sat in his gaze, before he finally looked away toward the wet pavement beside him.

with every ounce of strength he can muster up he lifts himself to his feet again, his brother deserved that, and he tried to make himself eye level with him. if it weren't for what he was sure were probably a few broken ribs he would've attempted to stand straighter. “antonio.” he paused, brows knitting in confusion, "are you lost?"

[brokenxdreams]

closed starter for @saltandstatic

dealing with the santoro's wasn't exactly tommy's idea of a fun time. but he was nothing if not a good soldier, so he put on a smile and moved across the country, albeit temporarily (or so he hoped). he had to deal mainly with antonio, which he was fine with. tatianna was a pain in his ass and he'd rather interact with her as little as possible. so of course he would walk up to his new brother-in-law, a strong hand resting assuredly on the other's shoulder. "you california people sure know how to party, huh? though I expected a little more...flair, I guess." he let out a laugh as he brought his glass to his lips for a drink.

[xxblackmagicx]

open to: zahir ( @saltandstatic ) location: thalias house.

a date, an actual first date. one she was truly excited for. in the past, a date was just a date to her. but this was with zahir. the man she had fallen for years ago. who she had confessed her feelings for not long ago. staring at herself in the mirror, she did one last check. this was nice enough, right? a simple pair of nice jeans, paired with a tank top and a light sweater. it wasn't overly fancy. it was just perfect. turning away from the mirror, she walked over to her bed before sitting down. grabbed the pair of sandals she had gotten out, she put them on before standing back up. grabing the bag that was on her bed, she made her way from her room. making her way down the stairs, she stopped at the bottom once she heard the knock on the door. by now, zahir knew to walk in. making her way to the door, she stopped for a moment before opening it. seeing him standing there, she couldn't help but to smile. while most women would probably be still getting ready, not thalia, she was ready on time. hair all done in beach waves, with her outfit, it was a perfect match. "ready to go?" she asked as she stepped out onto the front porch. in the past, she would have been nervous, but she wasn't. not when she knew tonight would go perfectly. it was a feeling that she had over all too.

[echosnoir]

closed for: antonio ( @saltandstatic )

he hadn’t told anyone who he was coming to meet tonight. all he had done was arrange for dylan to be with marla for the evening, made sure there were no loose ends pulling him in another direction, and then headed out toward the buoy like it was just another stop in a long list of obligations that never really stayed simple for long. by the time he arrived, the place was already deep into its evening rhythm, music spilling over the deck, laughter and conversation blending into one steady hum, the ocean just beyond it all rolling in like it had nothing to do with any of it. darryl found a quieter edge of the bar and settled in there, a beer set in front of him, untouched for the first few minutes as he just watched the room.

it wasn’t until he felt the shift in movement that he spotted who he’d been here for in the first place. as antonio approached, darryl stood steady as ever. “glad ye could make it,” he said evenly and calmly. he held the moment just long enough for it to settle between them, no rush to fill the space, no need to overwork what was already understood about the weight of what brought them here. then, after a minute had passed, he eased back into his seat again, posture still composed, gaze steady on antonio as the noise of the buoy carried on around them.

he let out a quiet breath through his nose, eyes flicking briefly down toward the table before returning to antonio. “josephina,” he said after a beat, voice lower now, more measured than before. there was no attempt to soften what couldn’t be softened. “i am sorry for your loss.” he let the words sit there rather than follow them up right away, giving them space instead of crowding them. they were genuine, though whether or not antonio took that way was entirely up to him.