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                           Magnetic everything about you

                                                        You really got me now                                                You do to me so well                                            Hypnotic takin' over me                                                      Make me feel like someone else                                   You got me talkin' in my sleep    I don't wanna come back down I don't wanna touch the g r o u n

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                                               Pacific ocean dug so deep                                                                                                Hypnotic takin' over me

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serpent underneath || jez & zoe

@zoe-maus

From time to time she’d do as much as summon a level one on whom she’d have her eyes set, even if they weren’t hers to teach. It was a simple procedure to go through, a simple chit chat—but, of course, it all depended on the trainee, she supposed. There were times when those chit chats ended poorly: broken fingers, sometimes necks. To be fair, it was a really unpredictable conversation capable of going to any possible direction there is. 

For the most part, however, she’d check in on the people mentoring the newbies from their perspective rather than how they appeared in front of her. More often than not, they would be two different entities. This time, she knew the level two well. Did she trust him? Not in the slightest. He’d try and go around her orders and do his own thing anyway and something about that left a bitter taste in her mouth and a need to call for Zoe sooner than she usually did. They had just started, and she knew barely anything at all about their journeys, and that concerned her quite a bit. 

Jezebel could have picked any place. A cute cafe smelling like freshly roasted coffee beans and baked cookies. Or a bench in a park with passengers going by, minding their business. Her casino, where nobody surely would interrupt. Could have went as far as dragging her to Syrus’ club, or any, any of the semi safe places they could talk freely in. But she didn’t. Instead, she then stood in an empty warehouse: grey dirty flour, some huge boxes with hell knows what (or who) rotting inside of them. Her motorcycle parked outside of it, and she patiently waited for the blonde to arrive. 

Finally, with the first sounds of her tiny steps echoing through the whole place Jezebel turned around and gave a crooked smile to the other and took a seat on some old table like thing. It would be their second encounter—first being the jazz club where Zoe had no idea the woman shared blood with her. And now. Jezebel decided to skip any introductions which might have been unnecessary—and Zoe was a clever girl—which was why when her lips curled there was no hellos between them. “And how’s Famine treating you so far, love?”

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✉☎&$ { Zoe! }

“✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT

[text->zoe]: I know I shouldn’t be so worried because you’re a grown ass woman and all.[text->zoe]: But, I was serious, Zoe. I know you feel all bad and mighty[text->zoe]: But ghosts do come back to haunt us, sooner or later, when you least expect them to[text->zoe]: And I really don’t feel like losing someone like you from my team

“☎” for a RUSHED text

[text->zoe]: where are you? You had to be here half an hour ago.[text->zoe]: be here in five or i’m calling him up

“&” for a LOVING text

[text->zoe]: Are you alright?[text->zoe]: I know he can be a little much. “A little”. [text->zoe]: You’ll tell me if anything, yes? I don’t want you unnecessarily hurt.[text->zoe]: Be safe. 

“$” for an ACCIDENTAL text

[text->zoe]: I don’t know. I am still trying to dig something up. She moved around a lot, it’s not easy.[text->zoe]: Wrong #! Sorry.