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[strnza]

her  head  is  spinning  -  the  cause  of  which?  take  your  fucking  pick.  until  now,  it'd  been  days  since  she's  seen  sunlight,  even  longer  since  she's  eaten  or  stood  on  her  own  two  feet.  her  would-be  rescuer  busted  in,  guns  (knives)  a-blazing,  and  now?  now,  she's  free  from  the  wreckage,  eager  to  self-soothe  &  rubbing  feverishly  where  ropes  had  restrained  her.  eliza's  eyes  barely  meet  his  long  enough  to  settle  on  his  features  before  diving  into  inevitable  shock.

“so  …  dracula  is  real,  an’  he’s  a  seriously  nasty  asshole.”  that’s  one  way  to  cope  with  it.  (it’d  be  laughable  if  the  look  on  eliza’s  face  wasn’t  dead  serious.)  a  beat  passes,  and  her  tone  &  focus  soften  on  the  man  before  her,  "you  saved  my  life,"  it's  a  breathless,  obvious  revelation,  but  there  isn't  much  success  in  trying  to  calm  her  frantic  state,  “how  did  you  -  …  do  that?”

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[loveologie]

 ( ! ) ♡ [ @wilsonjacket ]

                  ❛❛  NICE  RIDE.  ❜❜        co  -  ed    stands    with    hand    on    cocked    hip.    her    voice,    despite    the    breezy compliment,    remains    cool    &    disinterested.    blue    eyes    dip    &    rise,    taking    in    leather  -  clad    mr.  man.    he’s    no    new    yorker,    certainly    not    pme    from    manhattan    (    if    the    car    wasn’t    proof    for    theory    enough,    the    flannel    was    full    confirmation    ).    gwendolyne    slinks    forward,    shifting    books    from    one    arm    to    the    other,    allowing    free    hand    to    settle    on    the    sun  -  warmed    impala    hood.         ❛❛  i  wouldn’t  park  this  thing  on  the  street,  if  i  were  you.  ❜❜        .  .  .        ❛❛  are  you  from  upstate  or  something  ?  ❜❜

[odett3]

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the air is still and clammy, the thick fog that seems to roll off the lake endlessly carrying with it a sort of bone-deep chill that is unseasonable for the early summer evening. it's quiet, the air still - - - which is why odette is able to hear footsteps so easily. she has only just transformed back into her body, herself, when the sound of boots crunching through underbrush has her sinking down into the water rather than walking out of it as she usually does while still shaking off her down. she sinks low in the fog and the cool, still water and peers above it, her nose and eyes the only thing visible over the line of lakewater.

a figure, by the edge of the clearing. it isn't von rothbart. odette knows his shape on sight, would know he was here even without seeing him. this is a stranger. her brow furrows and she rises from the lake slowly but doesn't approach the bank. water drips from sodden blonde hair and the pale dress she wears.

"you shouldn't be here." she doesn't need to speak up for her voice to carry across the space. this is as much her clearing as it is the man who has trapped her here ; there is a sort of power she has here that even the magic that transforms her daily. "what are you doing here?"

[justsken]

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[shinemade]

❝  i’ll stay.  ❞

"Good choice." she pours him a glass of shine. "Swamp tends to get dangerous in weather like this." she also pours herself one before placing the bottle back under the bar. "Not to mention at this hour as well, there are things out there ya don't wanna run across." Martha leans on the bar across from the stranger, taking a swig and clearing her throat. "Things that will make yer skin crawl, and I don't just mean the snakes and the gators."

[native-vision-blog]

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