#sntsatticus

[devilsvenom]

@sntsatticus asked: you want my sympathy now?

she's at his door and she shouldn't be. doesn't know why, legs moved on their own and before it was even realised, the blonde was knocking one, two, three times on his door. annalise was still weak, still recovering; supposed to be resting after her rescue. she was going crazy plotting murders in her brain and she needed out. that was all. just out.

"didn't ask for your sympathy, i asked to be let in." she could feel it creeping up on her, the darkness — the way it made her sway until shaking hand steadied the too tired, heavy body on the door frame. annalise couldn't blame him, she supposed; she wasn't sure she'd let her in either after everything. the thing is, mentally unstable cannot look after mentally unstable — at least she couldn't anyway. wasn't capable of the strength that was needed to even begin to help nikko through any form of addiction, when her own addiction — the hunting — was screaming to be let loose. now there's more but she can't admit that to him, can't even think about why she's here.

why is she here? she should be finding ezra. . . he would give her what she needed, what she craved. all she would get from nikko was the door slammed in her face, or so she assumed.

[huntedarte]

location: hawthorn plaza time: sunday afternoon who: @sntsatticus

The hardest part about living within civilization again is remembering that they can't just go wherever they please anymore. While part of that is the literal boundary of the city lines that contain the curse on their body, there's also the faction lines that carve up the city. It's still hard for them to keep track of where they are and aren't really allowed to go, and they find the limitations more frustrating than anything.

Hawthorn is peaceful, quieter than Primrose Park in the wolf territory. It feels a little bit like being back in the woods on their own again, a bittersweet feeling that Arte just can't let go of. The clearing they found is one of many, secluded enough that they feel a little more at ease. Besides, what could the witches do that hasn't already been done to them already?

But they're testing their luck by lingering for longer than an hour and it's been nearly two by this point. With a regretful grumble, Arte slings their bag over their shoulder and begins the hike towards the entrance, where they can cut back towards the garage. They're not expecting to run into someone this far off the main path and they freeze, eyes round as they stare at the witch. The spicy scent of her magic makes their nose prickle. "Just passing through. Don't want any trouble."

[kiristephens]

location: des and nikko's cottage who: @sntsatticus

It's just after sundown and it doesn't create the fierce burn she had experienced soon after her transition. She had to try once, for science. Still, Kiri is draped in a long cloak, and she deliberately steps in the shade provided by the trees. Unless Desmona's schedule has changed in the last three years along with everything else, Nikko should be there alone. The sight of the cottage is bittersweet. Her first home in this city and so much has changed since she lived there.

She steps under the eaves of the house and knocks at the door, waiting for her godson to open it. Her hands are already out and ready to reassure him, both verbally and with sign, though she knows it's likely to be an ugly shock to him still. The sight of her missing finger makes her stomach lurch and she hopes he would still be able to understand.

"Hello darling. Yes, it's really me. No, I'm not a ghost. Would you please invite me inside?"

[wercisms]

@sntsatticus

It was quiet for a moment between them as she looked behind her and then back at him. "Let me guess, there's a dead guy behind me," she mused with a wide grin before stepping forward and wrapping an arm around him. "You know, I hate to admit it, but I'm starting to get a bit jealous... It's almost like you like them more than me and it hurts my heart," she playfully teased

[synashburn]

Who: @sntsatticus

The dancefloor is Syndra's place to be - switching from dance partners every so often with the classical songs that came with the classical dancing. The woman's having fun behind the mask that granted her anonymity, she could show her worst and not a single soul would care. Not here. It got the witch smiling from ear to ear the entire time, envisioning the whole place going up in flames. Even if it wasn't real - it damn pleased her imagination enough as she held onto many dance partners.

Eventually bumping into someone familiar to the blonde, her eyes meeting with the one's behind the fellow witch's mask. Greeting her not with a hello - but rather a remark.

''A broken arm - awww, I should break your leg along with it, y'know-'' not exactly reminiscing about all the past times the girl when younger had kicked the shit out of her shins, ''-to call it even.'' Maybe that helped Nikko realize who exactly she was dancing with.

''Just kidding, of course! I would never do that to my dear friend's family, just like you totally didn't mean to hurt me, I'm sure - now twirl - and the past is the past. Now... is your mother here too?'' She wouldn't dare hurt the girl if that almighty witch was in the same room as she was.

[kannivalistic]

closed event starter: masquerade for: @sntsatticus

Her only solace in the evening is that no one here knows who she is. Valka is powerful and haughty, but walking among these monsters is like hoping that the nest full of hornets was just smoked up enough not to go full frenzy if someone thought it would be fun to give them all a swift kick. She knows she can't take them all, and the other hunters who are no doubt in attendance are all wrapped in their own agendas. There would be no coordinated strikes by the Fellowship (at least, not that she was planning) and the Brotherhood were likely here to leech off the high society vamps and make nice if it got them any trappings of privilege.

Pathetic.

Admittedly, the masks preserving their anonymity make it hard for her to see given her missing eye. Depth perception and lace did not good bedfellows make. Valka manages to catch herself, bumping into a stranger and instinctively scanning to try to discern what manner of creature this was.

"Sorry about that, hon," the woman crooned. "Gotta admit, I don't play dress up often."