#semi-hiatus queue.

[casperhahn]

🎎 from @waeteeth​ sit close enough to brush knees/lean against yours It’s funny how a few drinks and a bar fight could land someone in a toybox size taxi cab with a vampire, though that’s the kind of situation that someone like Casper could feasibly say happened. Anyone would believe it if they knew him well enough. That was part of being the kind of guy who would say yes to just about any situation that was set before him. The shifter liked it better that way. Being a little bit on the side of unbelievable— a legend. Maybe it all had to do with the thrill of being the vulnerable one and the need to think quickly at any moment, constantly wanting to see if he could meet his maker. Each divot in the road caused knees to bump as the phrase ‘let’s get outtae here’ rang in Casper’s ears, knowing that it wasn’t a question and he honestly didn’t mind. Wouldn’t want the night to be boring, after all, and the walls of his hotel room were starting to drive him mad. Emerald hues slid over to Jamie, glossy from all the drinks and a devilish grin emerged without much control, “Where we headed, anyhow?” If the vampire had stated it ever, he honestly couldn’t remember and pushed an unlit cigarette to his lips. Not as though he cared more than appealing to his own needs with the no-smoking sign hanging so mockingly in front of him, rolling down the window slightly as the man driving them gave Casper a warning eye. The smell of salt and too much ouzo hanging around them, placing his night in the hands of a stranger.

[daphneonassis]

location: agia paraskevi street starter for: @kaseywsinclair​

Complicated. Even if this was some kind of ploy to keep from reading Daphne, she believed it as her life had always found a way to be more than what the definition states. In medicine, they often just used it as a blanket term to say it involved complications but the water genasi much preferred it’s more elaborate close relatives; thorny, tangled, labyrinthine, serpentine. Daphne could find a piece of herself in all those words and had since birth, maybe that was truly her mother’s blood running within her veins. She let the thought wander onto the backburner of her mind as familiar footing found Agia Paraskevi Street and hazel hues moved about to look for some kind of fortune telling stall. There was no certainty in what the stall would be decorated in, but bright pink locks stood out from the other vendors and Daphne made her way over. “Kasey,” she called out with a short wave and toothless smile before making her way over, small bag in hand that housed what the water genasi hoped would serve as a good luck charm.

[daphneonassis]

location: outside kiki’s starter for: @mavenlockwood​

For as long as Kiki’s had been open, the Onassis family had been supporting the establishment and often her father looked forward to their various specials. Weekday afternoons meant carryout, Daphne quickly going into grab their favorites and finding herself rushing back out. That’s when she passed a familiar face, though the usual decay had transformed into something similar to herself. Hazel doe eyes flashed the other’s direction before words began to fall from her lips, brows slightly furrowed indicating confusion, “Wha—? I?” She knew it was more than likely rude, but thoughts were hard to form given it’s not as though Daphne had spoken much to Maven before. That didn’t mean it wasn’t a shock as the transition from vampire to genasi was not exactly typical and a small smile curved into her lips, “When?”

[daphneonassis]

location: pandora’s lore starter for: @antoninvaillant​

It was old news that the water genasi would find herself among the books inside Pandora’s Lore, having been in and out of the location since she was young. Although now it felt different with how much had shifted within the city and the content she was now on the hunt for dealt more with ways to ward herself from harm. The vampire encounter Daphne had left a slow-healing scar, though her actions were now sharp and had probably saved her from another, “Got anything new in?” Because the shelves weren’t speaking to her and she had already re-read over the books she had at home— a soft sigh escaping her lips as hazel irises found Toni’s, “Ancient Greek that needs sorted? Gardening texts or kitchen witchcraft?”

[silaskyun]

🛌 from @kasandrarosales​ take a nap with yours

The only reason Silas knew the days had changed was by the light or darkness he found when his eyes finally opened. Nightmares, regardless of the time the cubi’s eyes finally shut, had been more than brutal and real to the point of needing another to tell him this was reality. Maybe that was why he found himself on Kasandra’s front door — or maybe it had more to do with her actually being able to relate to his issues. As many people as he could got a white lie or two, residual effects of the eidolons and seeing his family like that, though it was truly the emerald scale that ruled every inch of his experiences. He passed the floor of her entryway and tapped again on the door, wondering if his original was too soft out of anxiety of even being here. It had been awhile since he felt close or desperate enough to seek aid in another, suddenly hearing the gentle footsteps of the other checking to see who it was. The creek of the door echoed as Silas turned towards the noise with a half-hearted grin and yearning hues, “I-uh.” Now that the fellow cubi was staring at him, Silas wasn’t sure how to ask but forced his tired brain to make a sentence, “Do you mind if I try to sleep on your couch? I— I would appreciate the help and just discerning what is authentic.”

[casperhahn]

👉 from @greyadriangrey gently poke or prod yours ‘I’m trying to focus.’ Books littered the floors of the fellow shifters home, some with pages still wide open with large yellow highlight streaks while others were in stacks littered with sticky tabs. Each section and coloring held some kind of value and organizational pattern that Casper couldn’t figure out, not as though he was truly trying to figure it out. Adrian had that gene in him that his fellow Fenrir shifter just never possessed and that was the ability to sit, research, and find boundless interest in his studies. Sure, Casper enjoyed a good horror novel or spooky myth— it just wasn’t something he gushed over or had the ability to do for hours on end. He supposed he should let the fellow shifter be, given most of the looking up and research had been for their benefit. The waves of odd energy kept the two of them uneasy for what felt like weeks and Adrian was actually trying to connect the dots on why. “Listen,” a rare caring moment for the coyote, “I appreciate what you are doing.” Being around another shifter, an ancestor, felt like being back home and eased the uncertainty of what the shifter knew was to come.

[casperhahn]

🎀 from @fiery-witch play with your muse’s hair All part of his usual antics, raven-hair running through his fingers like silk as the two were perched on a bench outside the tattoo shop. The shifter had been by a few times now, coffee in hand, without the purpose of actually bringing any kind of business other than a midday distraction to the witch. Most of the time he was in the neighborhood, still exploring many of the shops that Corinth had to offer, but always managed to stop in just to see if Vivian was in. By now, he was sure her sister would love nothing more than to see a knife through his back, but that was all part of the amusement. Killing two birds with one stone— as it were. “Got plans tonight?” voice warm and genuine, finding himself wanting to see how long he could keep this going before he ultimately ruined it. In Casper’s mind, that was part of living to the fullest and seeing if he would get burnt.

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