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&   *   ------ derek.

well, at least their parents wouldn’t be home. this was the perfect opportunity for magnolia to bat her eye lashes at derek & BEG him to be in the kissing booth. his appearance would make or break it. she & stiles promised way too many girls that he’d be there. ‘   fuck.   ‘ the word was whispered as she took another shot, moving her way towards the football player & the flavor of the week. typical.

clearing her throat, the ravenette hoped it would interrupt them long enought o ask what she wanted, ‘   derek, can i talk to you for a second ?   ’

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&   *   ------ @queencfwolves.

( SMS | eri. ) hey so ( SMS | eri. ) do you maybe wanna help me ( SMS | eri. ) with possibly ( SMS | eri. ) hiding a body. ( SMS | eri. ) plz&ty.

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(   *   &   ------   @screwthejob. //: back to you.

YEARS. it was years since she met dean. since she was with him. since she loved him. years it took to get over him. to bandage the crack he left where her heart ought to be. & finally, she met someone who didn’t take away the pain away, but softened the blow she had gotten so many years ago. & in a week, she would be his wife. 

her thoughts swam with the final touches for the wedding, memories taking her back every few moments to promises she & dean winchester made to each other all those years ago. it should be him who should be waiting at the altar for her. but the witch pushed the thoughts into the back of her head as she brought the glass of whiskey to her lips, the diamond on her ring finger glistening in the bar light --- when she froze. DEAN. her cerulean gaze, unblinking, locked on hunter before her. ‘  dean.  ’ his name softly whispered. she could not peel her gaze away.

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(   *   &   ------   @peaceific. //: in the days of you & i.

the streets were growing more & MORE unsafe. both for humans & supernaturals alike, more the latter. yet, the witch held her own in her little shop of horrors --- reading fortunes for humans out of tea leaves, holding more meaningful items for her clientele of the non-human variety in the back. she GOT BY on tea & lies to humans. they thought her to be like them. simply more quirky, no fortune ever telling a direct future, just a simple ‘  you’ll come into money  ’ or a ‘  love is in your future  .’ things broad enough to bring business, but not enough to grow suspicion. she was in danger, just like the rest. witches were being burned. witches JUST like her. 

magnolia held herself extraordinarily in this time of crisis --- as the streets buzzed with the police, questioning everyone about the most recent death right near her shop. humans & supernaturals alike all knew of it. heard of it. some, like her, even saw the body earlier that week; LIFELESS, ashen, & mauled. her bet was on a human, though many blamed people like her. those non-human. 

cerulean orbs raised from her counter as the bell above the front door to her shop CHIMED. she was expecting the police to show up here sooner than later. but HE was unexpected. noah. 

heart stopped beating for a moment as she sucked a deep breath in through her nose, gaze locked on her former lover briefly before she’d shut her eyes, forcing focus back into her body. ‘  can i help you ?   ’ came the soft question, head canting to the side as she placed a teacup of tea leaves down, their contents revealing an unexpected visitor. maybe he didn’t remember her. that she hoped, to save her heart from further crumple. 

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(   *   &   ------   @snowflckes. LET ME DOWN SLOWLY.

it felt like CENTURIES. & quite honestly, it could have been. then, magnolia was naive. she was in love. & he was immortal. he promised her eternal life. the life she got & has been living. then he left. mathew’s abandonment turned the once witch cold --- meticulous in all of her movements, vowing to swear off lovers of any sort that did not have a purpose. 

after all of these years, she didn’t think she’d see him. MATHEW. just as handsome as he left her then. a scoff parted from her cherry red lips, piercing cerulean gaze fixated on his face. ‘  well, well. fancy seeing you here. what ? run out of play things in your part of town ?  ’ she didn’t gain the nickname of ice queen for nothing.

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(   &   *   ------ @warringpeace.

her dreams were all the same --- he was HANDSOME & tall; his smile brilliant, easily lighting up the room. eyes warm chocolate, peppered with black specks. accent thick, hanging on every word he spoke. the woods. a fire. happiness. each of those dreams ended with the witch gasping for air --- as if thick, black smoke was filling her lungs. 

these dreams plagued her for months, leaving magnolia restless, irritable, & most of all --- CONFUSED. she had to find answers (  if there were any to find. ) she followed the trail of the dreams. some had just him, as if she was watching him like a fly on the wall. the timeline didn’t make much sense --- some dreams were in france, others in places she hadn’t known.

until the last dream lead her to the french quarter of new orleans --- hundreds of miles away from her the small town she ran & the coven she was regent over. 

‘  jesus christ ---  ’ the witch mumbled to herself, wandering down a cobblestone road, streetlights flickering on one by one as the sun slowly disappeared into the horizon. ‘  i’m following dreams. for a guy. this is insane.  ’ she continued to whisper to herself, bag slung over her shoulder as she tried to find the image from her head. from the last dream. ‘  i should be seeing a shri------  ’

her words fell short, mouth parting open as her eyes landed on a tall figure ahead of her. HIM. the man from her dreams. all the dreams came flooding back into her head like a movie. parts where his hair was still long & they were hand in hand walking along side a river, him in france, his heart break over another. all of it at once. 

                                         ‘  ------ elijah.  ’ & most importantly, his name.

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(   *   &   ------   @anditsxsorrows // START OF HOW IT ALL EVER ENDS

the devil himself couldn’t keep magnolia dead. DARKNESS woke the witch with a vengeance, what looked like a permanent scowl plastered on her pretty face --- eyes almost black compared to their once ocean blue. a temporary side effect to recently raising from the dead. ‘  ------ i’m sure you’re hoping to high hell that i stayed dead right about now.  ’ to say she was angry was an understatement. she’d burn this whole place down if it meant making klaus hurt for a little.