& YOU FEEL YOUR HEART TAKING ROOT IN YOUR BODY, LIKE YOU'VE DISCOVERED SOMETHING YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE A NAME FOR.
happy valentine's day, @waywate !
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& YOU FEEL YOUR HEART TAKING ROOT IN YOUR BODY, LIKE YOU'VE DISCOVERED SOMETHING YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE A NAME FOR.
happy valentine's day, @waywate !
✿ ... please & thank you :)
pre-established relationship meme. always accepting. bold for things i could definitely see or want, italics for things i could see or am unsure of and striked out for things i don’t want or cannot see.
“ You know the worst gallery I've been to? ” Steely gaze darts over to her present company before she takes a sip of the glass of wine in her hand. “ Some so-called artist who's a daughter to someone famous. There was a mirror with the words, 'The Real Art is You' scribbled on it and I wanted to throw tomatoes at it. These false positivities are ruining actual art. ”
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" you're here late. " it comes as a sinister surprise to learn he can now recognize ethan by his gait — a level of familiarity the dhampir had every reason to avoid. despite his best efforts to stay away, these visits were starting to become something of a habit. it was the art, he insists, that drove him here day after day, the art that had him parked on a bench for hours, quietly sketching until they shut off the lights. if there was a part of him that enjoyed the company, he'd sooner skip town than admit it. stowing his sketchbook, he glances over his shoulder, suspicions confirmed as he finds ethan lingering in the archway. " always around. i'm starting to think you're part of the exhibit. " it was an enchanting thought — living amongst the artwork, one with clay and canvas. the benches left a little to be desired, but he'd had worse. " come to kick me out? "
the caster tunnels are dark and quiet. after years of finally finding somewhere to settle into, to call home, lena's found the desire to travel again. and, of course, she takes ethan with her. ethan, her first and only true love, the man who occupies most of her dreams, even the bad ones. they're holding hands as lena turns to face him, walking backwards. she's grinning, an expression reserved for him only, excitement making her bubbly and joyful. “ we can go anywhere we want, ” she says to him. “ where should we start? you can pick first, since i like you and all. ” and despite ethan knowing this, despite the two of them being together, her cheeks become tinged with a rosy hue as she looks at him.
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with olympia's cousin, the actual investigator of the group, busy with her own cases, miguel is left to do her work. it's josephine's idea to keep an eye on the boy that had piqued olympia's interest. and what kind of a best friend would he be if he declined the task that jo had specifically assigned to him? though if he were to be honest, he would prefer to stay out of it. let it crash and burn if it's going to. that's not up to him.
but of course, with the dangers that olympia's life poses, there's a certain level of caution that needs to be exercised by each member of their friend group. jo isn't convinced he's innocent or squeaky clean like his records supposedly show. so, he's here, at the metropolitan museum of art, wandering around the place until he spots the boy whose face he's only seen through the bar's security footage. leave it to josephine to be resourceful and a bit frightening. “ excuse me, do you work here? ” he says, acting clueless. his eyes land on the name tag, relieved to be right. “ right. uh, i'm trying to book a private tour for my friends and i. they've never been to new york. do you guys do those here? ”
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I'm kind of a suffer in silence type.
@waywate sent in a prompt, from the memes listed here. CURRENTLY ACCEPTING ! **EXPECT SLOW RESPONSES.
new york smog tastes different once you're undead, not quite a poison- not quite a comfort... mattie can't decide if he enjoys it or not. either way, the smog lingers thick this hot summer evening, sticking in the sky as an oppressive cloud over the city. he decides then, that he likes it— the haze keeping direct rays of light from singing the fragility of his "new" skin.
turning towards his companion for the afternoon, eyes dark and blackened with hunger lock onto the male's pulse point like a sniper's line of sights on the back of a target's head. it's only for a moment, but that moment is crystal clear: KILL HIM! DRINK FROM HIM! SATIATE THE HUNGER.
but just as quickly as it is there ... it's gone in the next moment; though the bile that had risen in that moment remains, souring the back of his tongue.
" ... mm, life's too short for that. " he wishes he would've been loud about his suffering. wishes he would've raged against it & made it known. instead he bared it, withstood it, and built his life on top of the grave it had made of him.
@waywate / STARTER CALL.
NEW PATRONS ALWAYS STOOD OUT TO JOSEPHINE, BUT THIS ONE WAS A REMARKABLE FACE FOR ANOTHER REASON. unbeknownst to olympia, the increased frequency of her visits to the metropolitan museum of art have been observed by her over-protective older sister figure. while jo didn't typically check olympia's whereabouts, she'd noticed strange patterns in behavior, paired with visiting places she typically would seldom go to. things only someone who really knew her could observe. having cross-referenced olympia's targets as of late, paired with combing through the met's security footage, she came upon one MR. ETHAN WATE. an employee there, and someone olympia'd been seen talking to on multiple occasions. jo had already done the background search, and so far she found nothing incriminating. it was disappointing, really. she should consider herself lucky he just happened to waltz into the bar. sometimes people were only good on paper, and if she were to be honest, she didn't necessarily trust olympia's taste in partners or whatever it was that kept her coming back to that place. but josephine wasn't going to let him know she knew of this connection. instead, she opted for a game. “ let me guess, you're here for some IPA your coworkers told you about, ” she said in lieu of a greeting, her typical way of guessing people's drink orders. “ well, which one is it? ”