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[liuhnheart-blog]

“christ!”

denver coughed loudly, trying desperately to choke down the liquid she’d just consumed. it burned the back of her throat as it snaked its way down into the pit of her stomach, alcoholic fumes stinging her nose. 

         the brunette let out a hoarse laugh once she’d finally recovered. her nose wrinkled in disgust as she turned to her a companion, a partially amused and partially horrified expression etched into her features.

“i thought this was booze -- not battery acid!”

[liuhnheart-blog]

“club’s closed.”

            her tone was like velvet; cool and smooth as footsteps echoed throughout the empty venue. she didn’t bother            to turn, mossy hues flicking upward and catching the reflection of a single form in the mirror hanging just above             the bar.

ruby lips pursed while a dainty finger traced the rim of her glass, jewel’s chin resting in the palm of her other hand. even as the steps drew closer the woman didn’t move, seeming more interested in the array of bottles glinting bottles just out of reach.

                            “if you need something, try coming back when we’re open.”

[sorcierexcachee]

[ likeflowersonagrave ]

    ❝ ---- what? you have your red marker mess and...         i have my ... art. ❞ it's not actually art, god even she knows it. but her magic is telling her something about beacon hills & she can't just break into a magic trance. so when malia walks into their room... it's the best thing that the small witch has got.