#shiver.open

[effiemyers]

Effie liked to fill her time with life’s pleasures; the great and the small. She liked offering and then spilling coffee on those hanging around in her lobby waiting to see the mayor. They all squirmed and wanted to blame her but there was nothing they could do. Walking them in like bib-less toddlers was her favorite part, still patting at their stained freshly pressed shirts and she smiling politely contented by the misdeed. But she did have to clock out sometimes and with so many free hours in the day it was only natural to keep up with her most favorite hobby. 

Murder. 

It was something to do, kept her busy, active and engaged; there wasn’t much more one could want from a past-time. So she stood in the middle of South Dakotan wilds with her ax in hand ready to get to work. A rustle was a hamper to her excitement and she frowned before turning on her heel, wondering why she had been disturbed at the moment enjoyable part. “He’s not yours, is he?” Effie offered a playful wink to the intruder before glancing back to bound stranger struggling to keep himself conscious against an aged tree. “I mean if he is, I’d probably say something poetic and get to going.”

[viknaerth]

“I suppose I just want something simple.” 

The florist sighed at Vik’s updated stance; it was the busiest time of their calendar year and he seemed to insist on requiring a more personalized service. He had every intent to buy up the whole place but there was no sophistication in just offering chaotic bouquet with no clear message. Floral language was something that he’d delved into very passionately, appreciating the secret and sweet nothings shared between petals and stems. Was he trying to declare something or rather re-declare? Did he want to note his openness or his hope for their future? What about favorite color schemes? A five minute pit stop had turned into a half an hour ordeal of Vik eyeing the same bunches of brightly colored flowers, refusing to even make eye contact the pesky overused red rose. 

“What speaks to you?” Vik’s attention turned to his fellow Valentine’s Day prepper, happy to go into a small debt at the hands of freshly cut flora. Perhaps he would find a fellow romantic who understood his plight or a desperado in search of the perfect bloom to offer words they didn’t have. “What says... I love you, but I’ve always loved you. Hundreds of years, turmoil, angst, joy and adoration. I just don’t know if lilies really speak so readily--- What do you think?”

[vencmces]

when: end of February 2021

where: utp

The end of her shift had come to be her favorite part of her day. Keya liked her job well enough, it allowed her to keep an eye on any unruly men that she could feast upon. None that were regulars though. She couldn’t put that much of a dent in Astarte’s business. Money was power and power was everything when it came to the three sisters that frequented North Dakota’s borders and bodies of water. But being that it was still technically winter, Keya had to resort to becoming her true self in her bathtub. Which was much less ideal than she would like to admit. Making her way out of the club, the meyr found herself being followed. She wasn’t stupid. She could hear their footsteps behind her and see their shadow each time they shifted position so that they wouldn’t be seen or noticed. A soft laugh echoed from her lips and through the air that shifted between the alley and the streets before her. 

“I wouldn’t be laughing if I were you little lady,” came their dark voice.

Again, Keya laughed. But a true laugh this time. One that echoed to the other sided of the street. She didn’t turn to face whoever had been following her. Only a smirk playing on her lips as she waited for him to approach her. Waiting until he was a breath away when she spoke. Her curls twisting with each turn of her head. 

“Oh baby,” she said, laughter still playing in her voice, “you shouldn’t be lurking in the dark like that.”

Keya smiled, allowing a view of her sharpened teeth. But before she could open her mouth to devour her next feast she spotted an onlooker from the corner of her eyes.

[fiane]

Boredom had sort of become second nature to the fey. Watering what she could every day could only get her so far and Fiahd had become almost lethargic. Almost. It was nearly noon when she managed to slip away. Some time alone surely would wake her up. Some time playing with the water instead of working. Looking over her shoulder every few steps, FIadh managed to slip away into the unknown world (as she liked to think of it.) Her bare feet making dead spots where she stepped as they absorbed the water in the grass. It was then that she heard a soft sort of voice behind her. Fiadh halted where she stood. Whipping around quickly to see who had followed her. “Show yourself,” she called, her voice barely above a whisper itself.

[afarasha]

when: June 11th, some time in the afternoon

where: So Cafe-->Rapid City

Paranoid was an understatement for her. Living life like there was a threatening shadow looming over her was beginning to take its toll on her. Paint brush in one hand, Miru looked at the semi blank canvas in front of her as if it was the only thing keeping her sane. Which arguably it was. She hadn’t told her actual name to anyone in hopes that that alone would be enough to deter anyone looking for her. Her guard in particular for making him look a fool. But six months had passed of her being free and so far no one had asked her or come looking. No one had recognized her so far. She counted her small win but still found herself constantly looking over her shoulder.

Six months had passed since she had been malnourished and close to death. Dragged to the brink of death many times. Miru had been in South Dakota for six months with no sign of her brother. She was beginning to think she had come here for naught. Yet there she stayed in hopes that she was wrong. Leaving little clues here and there for him to hopefully find and follow to find her. Years had passed since she had seen the one being who was one half of her entire soul. Her heart ached at the thought. At the very memory of how she had screamed and howled for him for all these years. A single tear dropped down and splashed onto her jeans. The light wash now darkening from the salty droplet.

She wiped at her eyes furiously. Refocusing her attention on the swirls of deep blues and black on the canvas. Wringing her fingers through her blonde curls, Miru set the  paint brush down. Claiming to come back to her latest piece of work later as she slid her dainty feet into flats the same shade of deep blue that matched her swirls on the canvas. She was always cold now. Pulling on an equally deep blue jacket to that of her shoes. Being from the Arkic, she should be used to the cold and slight, bitter chill that nipped at her pale cheeks. But years of being malnourished left her always feeling a chill in her bones.

She slipped out the door. Closing it softly behind her as she left her loft. Taking a cab to Rapid City where she sat at a cafe and waited for the heat of the cinnamon dulce latte she held between her hands to warm her body. That was when she caught sight of someone who seemed to be looking for a seat. “You can sit here,” she called, softly to them, “There’s a seat in front of me that isn’t being used and I don’t mind.”

[hellebergs]

where: thistledown botanical gardens

when: september 2020

who: open !!

Though the Victorian estate prided itself on the moniker of Thistledown, it was much more than a bed and breakfast. It had been her own residence stately residence when built, but she could not come to part with it as she came and went. Helle had a habit of dotting about the globe, out of her own epicurean curiosity or fleeing messes wrought by her own choices, and flirting with excuses to give to the Court when she was honored and burdened with more power. The Seelies longed to bind her hands tighter, to trap her in higher postions when she only longed to roam free. She had gone about carefully curating what could be her gilded cage. Her most prized additions were lush gardens and a labyrinthine hedge maze for the days she didn’t want to be found.  

The feyrie was longing for a garden party -- when an aftenoon with a string quartet gave way to clandestine debauchery as the night darkened, then lightened in the earliest hours. She longed for the moments of addled clarity that only struck when drunk, embraced beneath a silver moon. Until then, she contented herself lazing about in the slowly waning warmth as autumn crept ever in. Helle cupped a delicate bud between tender hands. She closed her eyes and let the faint perfume carry away with a soft breeze. Her fingers unfurled and a blossom soon followed, unfolding layers of white against the dark green hedge. Helle quickly retracted her touch, turning when footsteps neared. ❝All the bright, precious things fade so fast. It’s a marvel that these have stayed, isn’t it ??❞

[cervideia]

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[thexabandoned]

when :   11:48pm where :   Gamma Nu Alpha Fraternity with :   anyone !  Alcohol. While he knew that performing would truly be the release he was looking for, the escape from his new life that he needed, he couldn’t bring himself to audition. He felt that life, the one before his death, was gone and performing with that. The only other source for his release that he could think of was alcohol, and tonight was the perfect night for that, a frat party.  It wasn’t a world he would see himself in, not only being a wytch, but being a frat bro, seeing the partying and wild drinking, dancing. Theo had already had a few drinks tonight, three or four, he couldn’t really remember, as he went to grab his fourth or fifth drink from the kitchen, he noticed someone else making some drinks. “ Mind making me one too,” Theo asked, taking a seat at the island.