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#『 ☾ there is magic in your heart & a forest on your shoulders : visage. 』

#faulk:talk #『🖊 it’s less glamorous than oz made it out to be behind this curtain : ooc. 』

waywardwilsons:

His tense posture relaxed some as he realised the eyes that had caused him some irritation belonged to someone behind the bar. Had it not been for the promise of a free drink, he might have even regretted his abrasive tone.

“Thanks,” He grunts, only half of his heart in it. Straightening on the bar stool, he watches her as she moves about behind the fixture.

“You new?”

“Been here about seven months.” Tee answered, putting the drink in front of him a moment later. The speed of her hands increased slightly by the need to please. Call it being forever trapped in a set of three, but she knew how to quickly defuse most situations before they got too far. “So new-ish.”

“Yourself?”

#[#waywardwilsons #]#『 ☾ threads : russ. 』#『 ☾ threads : russ: 001 』#『 ☾ threads : all. 』

foulheathen:

▬ Worn boots clicked loudly over the wooden floor, as they boldly carried the witch, “ Am I ‘at east to read? ” He joked lightly with a chuckle, before taking an empty seat before her.

Not that she was wrong, Tallahassee wasn’t really what you would call a picky man. Being able to drink down just about anything someone put in front of him, “ …Sure, ah bourbon’ll do just fine. ”

“I’ve just been at this a while.” She waved dismissively, as she poured. Over fifty years she’d been mixing drinks in one way or another. If not for work then for guests or simple hostess charm. She put his drink down in front of him. “I like your boots.”

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schcnk:

“keen eye,” said robin. maybe it was his formal dress that gave him away. looking around, he did feel a little out of place wearing a sweater-slash-button-down combo to a rundown saloon. “well. i’m robin, i’ll be here until new year’s if plans go as intended,” he introduced himself with a brief smile. some weren’t big on shaking hands, so he kept his own flat atop the bar. “—faulk hollow. not the bar.”

“teegan,” she offered her hand, big on the gesture actually. she always thought it was the best way to give a good first impression. “and I am going to be at this bar ‘til new year’s.”

#[#schcnk #]#[ thank you~ ]#『 ☾ threads : robin. 』#『 ☾ threads : robin: 001 』#『 ☾ threads : all. 』

dotbled:

the retort brought forth a nostalgic smile , fingers resting on the cool glass. matching colors watching the vibration of the amber liquid , falling into a rhythmic pattern that followed their words. ❝ i just fell into the bourbon bandwagon when it was the only liquor stashed around the house. my husband was the one with the good taste. ❞

tee was trying to figure out where to go with that one, husband implied married while was implied formerly married. but if it was divorced, wouldn’t she have said ex? too many variables and potential hard feelings, she decided. so she sway the conversation elsewhere. ❝ well the bandwagon always has been a welcoming place. what brings you in tonight? ❞

#[#dotbled #]#『 ☾ threads : all. 』#『 ☾ threads : dot. 』#『 ☾ threads : dot: 001 』

waywardwilsons:

Just like everything else in this godforsaken town, it seemed to Russ that the Dusty Crow Saloon was another place frozen in time. Walking through the doors had been like passing through a memory, if not for the ageing of his face and the tiredness of his eyes he could have been fooled into thinking he was in his early twenties again.

(Try as he may, he could never fully capture the carefreeness that had been taken from his one fateful night.)

Two whiskeys in with a beer mat being slowly demolished bit by bit by his hands, he could feel eyes on him. There was only so long he could ignore the sensation before it grew too irksome, causing him to turn around to the source with a glare of his own.

“Y’gonna buy me a drink or keep staring ‘til we have a problem?”

“Sorry,” Teegan’s eyes moved away from him the second she was called out. She’d been waiting to ask him if he wanted another but saw that everyone else seemed to giving him the eye and got curious. Was there a scar on his face or something?

“I’ll get you another, on the house.”

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userboxer

#『 ☾ cocktails & claws : aesthetic. 』

katspierce

4/∞ favourite nick miller moments

#『 ☾ cocktails & claws : aesthetic. 』#『 ☾ family above all : triplets. 』#[ this is tee with the boys ]

schcnk:

robin hummed, considering his choices. “i do like tradition,” he acquiesced, placing his elbows atop the bar. “i’ll try the old fashioned.” the name sounded a bit familiar to him, anyway. he must have read about it in one of those lawrence block novels. “what made you decide on those two?”

teegan fixed him the drink, peeling a fresh orange and retrieving a cherry from the fridge. “I hope you like it.” leaning her chin in her hand, she looked him over again. mostly because you can’t tell someone they smell a little like new books and that leads you to believe they’re classy. “I haven’t seen you around before,” she started. “most people come here for knowledge, or leisure and you strike me as the former.”

#[#schcnk #]#『 ☾ threads : robin. 』#『 ☾ threads : robin: 001 』#『 ☾ threads : all. 』

dotbled:

❝ i … ❞ she could not fault their quick service , coat dragged onto the stool and offered a drink before she could sit. ❝ i guess. ❞ her husband had been a big bourbon type in his time she remembered him coming home on weekends , reeking of nothing but. dot wasn’t a big drinker , but there came times when she wanted to feel close. ❝ you’ve got a good eye. ❞

❝ thank you! ❞ came the bright retort, most of the time it was based on an educated guesses and assumptions. she’d gotten incredibly good over the years, but it hadn’t taken the excitement out of getting it right. ❝ and you, have excellent taste. ❞ teegan said placing the glass infront of her.

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#faulk:talk #『🖊 it’s less glamorous than oz made it out to be behind this curtain : ooc. 』

schcnk:

“i don’t know enough about liquor to discern whether or not that’s a good thing.” robin was never much of one for drinking. a glass of wine every now and then for good health and a beer when he was offered one in a social setting, but he didn’t make a habit of drinking for sport. he’d been told by a few of the locals that the bar was one of faulk hollow’s landmark meeting spots, so here he was. not meeting anything but extreme confusion as he perused the drink selection. “what would you recommend for me?”

teegan looked him over, taking in a breathe and closing her eyes. Doing around mystic looking gesture, and masking the fake she was taking in his scent. her keen nose was a blessing and curse, but this was one of the perks. “hmm, you’re tricky.” she stalled, trying to pinpoint her best assumption. “smooth red or,” she opened her eyes, leaning in with a smile. “an old fashion?”

#[#schcnk #]#『 ☾ threads : all. 』#『 ☾ threads : robin. 』#『 ☾ threads : robin: 001 』

ヽ(`Д´)ﾉ : What irritates your muse the most?

Send me a face for a headcanon about my muse!

Teegan has a lot of smaller pet peeves, like people tapping their cards against the bartop or people who don’t say thank you when you hold the door open for them. But how to genuinely get under her skin is just being rude to the people she cares about. She’s not about the whole forgive and forget stuff when it comes to her siblings especially, she’s more forgive and remember for the rest of her immortal life.

#[#foulheathen #]#『 ☾ girls who run with wolves : headcanons. 』#『 ☾ answered : all. 』#『 ☾ answered : memes. 』

lowewitch:

sam fidgets with the ring on her middle finger as she waits outside a coffee shop - not so patiently - watching until the queue gets small enough for her to go in. she doesn’t like crowded places and the heat inside is making her nauseaus. when she realises she’s blocking the way in, she steps aside and offers a tight lipped smile, then signs while she speaks, “sorry, i… it’s busy inside.” she then goes back to fidgeting with her ring.

“it’s okay,” tee waved a dismissive hand, she didn’t mind waiting. especially not in the sun, despite her nomad lifestyle she still remembered canada’s winters as if they had been etched into her bones. giving a glance inside she come to the same conclusion that she assumed the other woman had.it was absolutely packed in there, and they might be waiting a while. so, she might as well make conversation. “it’s a nice set.” she said of the ring the other woman was fidgeting with.

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acecroft

tv show meme: [2/5] female characters - max hardy (the following)

“I trained with the best CIA techs at the academy. Do you honestly think that they can trace anything I do online?”

#『 ☾ there is magic in your heart & a forest on your shoulders : visage. 』

moonlitsovl:

thomaspryce:

Thomas loved game night. Not just because he sometimes felt like Peter Pan, the boy who had never grown up, or the boy who loved board games more than anybody else he’d come across in the last hundred years but because Thomas really loved it when Tristan lost. His younger brother was a sore loser, so it didn’t matter much to Thomas who won the game out of him and Teegan, just as long as it wasn’t Tristan. ❝ You’re just mad that you’re losing, Tris. ❞ Thomas said with a dismissive wave of his hand, a smirk curling at the corner of his lips at Teegan’s coronation demands. ❝ Watch what you say, Teeg or we might end up with the game being flipped upside down again. I still haven’t been able to find the little silver boot. ❞

“you know what, screw you,” tristan rolls up a wrapper from a previously eaten chocolate bar and tosses it at his sister then does the same to his brother, “and screw you!” despite being just over one hundred and ten years old, tristan still hadn’t grown out of his childish behaviour when it came to board games. he’s competitive beyond belief and there’s nothing he hates more than losing. turn into a wolf every month? no problem. lose a game of snakes and ladders? you’d think the world had just ended. “what i’m mad about is you two conspiring against my back just so that i’d lose again. why is no one ever in my corner, eh?” he scowls at his siblings before tossing a handful of peanuts into his mouth. “have you tried teeg’s room? she’s like a crow, collects anything that’s shiny. actually, don’t go in there. you might never be seen again… hmm, maybe you should.” // @teeganpryce

“hey!” teegan squealed, throwing her hands up to block the vicious wrapper ball. a fit of giggles overwhelmed her throat. one hundred and ten years old, and her brother’s fits still made her laugh like nothing else. she liked his competitive nature, it made him so easy to bug.

“there’s no room in his corner between him and his ego.” tee teased, knocking her shoulder against thomas’s. her jaw drops in fake offense at his incredibly true statement, she did love shiny things. and she’d gathered at least one thing from everywhere they’d lived. it added up over a hundred years. “i will bury you in wide brims, and you will feel the weight of my addiction.”

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