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WHERE: The Lake WHO: Zach (@ghostsbrokenbyfairytales)

Ward rubbed at his face after talking to Edgar, the whole situation had him feeling more tired than he expected. He'd gotten another glass of wine to sip at when he spotted a familiar figure hunched on a bench. Going back to the booths before walking up to him, "Cold?" he asked holding out some mulled wine then taking a seat. "Thought you weren't coming?"

#event: ice skating party #thread: zach

Open Starter w/ Zach @mischicvous

It had been a long night of entertaining patrons at the club, and while it was genuinely more stimulating and fulfilling work to dance burlesque rather than stripping, it was significantly more work to please a more discerning employer and crowd. This had left Seneca thirsty. Well, it was a thirst of sorts. Her blood and bones and mind screamed at her for something, anything, to scratch a substance shaped itch. Her hands, just now beginning to tremor slightly with a secret hungry, pushed around the bobby pins in the tiny, innocuous old Altoids container she used to store them as well as her stash of pills. Her stash disappointed her, coming up dry.

Seneca snapped the tin shut with an exaggerated groan, ignoring a sideways glance from the only other dancer sharing the dressing room with her. She didn’t bother to acknowledge or respond to the other dancer who seemed just as happy to move on past the incident. Impatiently tapping her fingers against the counter top of her vanity, Seneca waited for the other dancer to leave before deciding on her next move. Should she call Deacon? Risk hoping that she had something waiting for her at home? Try to sneak whatever was left of some over-monied VIP group’s left behind bottle service?

The answer made itself apparent as she slipped out of the dressing room back in her street clothes, a pair of high waisted shorts and a thoroughly worn crewneck over sneakers that border lined being thread barren. Zach was still re-organizing and cleaning up at the bar from a relatively busy night. The two hadn’t talked much, but as far as she knew, Zach enjoyed her. Okay, liked her… Didn’t outright despise her. Maybe she wasn’t exactly sure where she stood with the man, but she decided she would attempt to get a free drink from him and find out.

“Hey, Cupcake,” she greeted, approaching a clean spot at the bar and hopping up onto one of the chairs. She set her tote bag next to her and started riffling through it, producing a Redbull. She hoped that he wouldn’t notice the lack of steadiness in her hands as she cracked it open. “Got a little vodka for this?” she asked, grinning at him and batting her eyes at him, obviously turning the charm on in a tongue-in-cheek sort of way.

#thread: zach

VIVANA DELUCA:

his room is walled off for a reason, the ancient attic only accessible from a hidden staircase behind the enormous bookshelf in her own bedroom. when she discovered the panel open, panic flooded her, and as she stands behind him now, it’s worse than she ever could have imagined. guilt, shame, sadness, anger — all of these things swirl around in her stomach.

viviana can’t look at zach’s face, so instead her eyes remained locked on the painting, old and wrinkled and discoloured, but still persevered with magicks. ‘ he’s dead, ’ she says simply, steeling herself. as she looks up at him, she swallows hard, but tries to keep her expression stern. truth be told, she’s been thinking about how to tell zach about alexander since she was reunited with her son, but — ‘ i did not feel we have yet become close enough to expose allthe dark secrets of my soul to you, and clearly i was right, considering you’re snooping around in my things instead of coming to me directly. ’

she slips past him, towards the portrait. her fingers brush over the old paper. viviana turns back towards her son, raising a slender brow, ‘ care to tell me what you’ve been searching so diligently for? ’ if he were anyone else, she would be paranoid with the idea of being betrayed. but this was zach, and if he were to only ask she would hand him over her kingdom, her own life, even, if that was something he truly wanted.

THE KING of thieves stands caught, his heart rapidly beating in his chest as his own mother calls him out. fingers curl into fists and blue eyes scan the room, catching the picture as her blunt response punches his gut. he can feel the disappointment seeping out of her at his distrust. but to be fair she’s been keeping secrets from him for hundreds of years. still, his head hangs as vivana rips at the thread of their relationship, the snarl of her voice sharp in his ears.

HE SWALLOWS. his heart skips a beat and he’s ashamed for even being curious. his voice breaks the steady silence and it feels like shattering glass, “i want to know you,” a pause, “i want to be close. but you don’t share. you hide.” he spits the last word at her feet, “you cower.”

@sorrowfound

#thread: zach #yes hello i fully expect viv to slam him against a wall with a hand around his throat #he is clearly her son #feisty feisty deluca family #sorrowfound