#touchofmxgic

[thexcarrollxtimes]

@touchofmxgic

Vera Lennox Cowen wasn't usually a spontaneous person. Her life had been controlled in one way or another in its entirety until recently and it was only just now that she had the freedom to explore what life truly had to offer. Which was why she had stolen her brother's invite to Carroll's most prestigious event. Jesse was opting out and spending the day with his boyfriend anyway, so what harm was it really if she had decided to take his place?

Franny was occupied with her tablet and the freedom to order anything her heart desired on door dash and mom had even approved a movie rental (or two) at the hotel while she attended the party because adults needed a night off too. Of course, her daughter hadn't protested too much to an evening alone, having been begging for the opportunity to prove her grownupness for months now.

She stood among the crowd, quietly at the back, still unsure of mingling alone, as Joel gave his speech and clapped politely along with the rest once he opened the reception. As the bodies dispersed toward the bar, she gently looked through the gift bag (wondering if there was way to snag an extra for Jesse) and pulled the itinerary, feigning interest in the schedule as her eyes scanned the faces of Carrollites - most she remembered despite being gone for years.

Falling on one that sent the air from her lungs. One she could never forget. Orion Powell. Looking quite dashing in a suit as he chatted with a woman at the bracelet station, seeming to protest as she slipped one on his wrist. Vera bit back at her bottom lip and after a hesitant beat, took a confident step toward the same table. "I hope there's at least an even number of people otherwise this could get awkward," she joked as casually as she could muster as she reached for her own bracelet, her heart pounding with a mix of fear and hope over whether or not he would remember her.

[ira-lane]

❤️ for Ira and Irvin

And they were roommates; irvin & ira @touchofmxgic

[birchrcse]

Phone Call → Elian Rose

*Ringing*

@touchofmxgic

[javed-kashif]

where: cardinal hill library

status: closed @touchofmxgic(for noelle)

javed has only lived in cardinal hill for a matter of months and he's still getting used to the town. most of the residents seem nice so far, but he's still learning all the places of interest. being the academic man he is, he decides that it's time to visit the library, a place he'll likely come to frequent.

he browses the shelves, looking for books on art history or museums. while he's already read a multitude of books on those subjects, he's always looking for more. it's not long before he has a small stack of books in his hands, ready to check them out for his own personal use. when he reaches the checkout desk, javed is shocked to recognize a familiar face. noelle, his former partner, seems to be an employee of the local library.

"noelle wakefield...after all these years..." he begins, walking closer to the desk.

[thexcarrollxtimes]

@touchofmxgic (Irvin)

[txt: mushnik] hey man!

[txt: mushnik] would you be okay with Nate joining us next movie night?

[txt: mushnik] wait.

[txt: mushnik] guess I should ask do you know Nate first, then if you'd be okay with him coming to our next movie night?

[txt: mushnik] So, do you know Nate? And are you okay with him coming to our next movie night?

[txt: mushnik] oh and can I bring Dec too?

[txt: mushnik] because I am.

[desmotsnondits]

status: closed @touchofmxgic (for noelle)

where: in the shared hallway of the apartments

hercule had found in recent years that he enjoyed performing random acts of kindness, his usual being freshly baked pastries left on a doorstep. he left a short note with the containers, typically along the lines of "hope you enjoy this! ton ami, hercule". he never expected any praise for it, it was just his own way of brightening someone's day.

he hadn't met his next door neighbor yet, maybe because their schedules just so happened to align that way. he knew that he had left this particular neighbor pastries before and judging by the way they were always gone when hercule returned, he held a quiet belief that they enjoyed them. today, he noticed the neighbor in the shared hallway and decided to introduce himself. "bonjour, mon ami!" he greets, tone cheerful, a smile on his face. "i don't believe we've met before. my name's hercule, i live in the apartment right next door to you." he pointed towards his door to illustrate which apartment was his.

[rubydavenport]

@touchofmxgic location: Greywood Forest

Ruby had lived a lot of places, but Greywood she was quite fond of. Perhaps it was simply because she didn't have to hide as much. The supernatural were known here, and there was comfort in that. Or perhaps it was because she'd been reunited with some of the people she treasured most throughout her long life. Either way, Ruby was at peace.

Greywood Forest was somewhere Ruby had yet to explore. She enjoyed the outdoors, of course, but setting up the boutique had been more of a priority. It needed a complete overhaul, and she'd ordered plenty of higher end clothing. She paused her walk to admire the stars and heard the sound of familiar footsteps, though Ruby hadn't heard them in years. "Hm," she said quietly to herself, shifting downwind to pick up the scent.

Vera?

A moment later, Vera did indeed appear. Her senses hadn't been wrong in two hundred years, Ruby supposed it was unlikely they would be now, although part of her wished they were. "Vera," Ruby said quietly. The last time Ruby had seen Vera, they were breaking up due to 'work.' Admittedly, she had no reason to believe Vera was lying about the reason, but work was of little interest to a wealthy immortal. "You live here?" After a brief pause, Ruby added, "I moved here recently. I didn't expect to see you again, frankly." Silently, she hoped Vera would ignore the hint of emotion in her voice.