* . ∙ • ✧ * juliet evanson.

My destination, my mission, my intuition, so close I feel it changing me. I might dare to believe and I have wings. Nothing and everything at the same time. Oh, a brighter sun, don't worry. Save me from my fears and darkest thought of her. xxiv. witch | neutral

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cresthillites​:

Cassandra was feeling low. The mood of the town seemed to weigh heavier on her shoulders than it normally did, and she couldn’t work out why. She wasn’t prophetic by any means, but she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was brewing. Then again, in Cresthill, it was always brewing. Regardless, she tried to push the thoughts aside and continue on with her errands for the day, pausing by the local bakery to have her usual mental debate with herself about whether or not she should purchase a pastry. “If you had to pick, almond croissant, or apple danish. You know, asking for a friend.”

“I would definitely go for the apple danish.” Juliet replied, as she pointed towards the edible item at hand. She’d been perusing herself, and had figured that she should treat herself -- after all, it had been awhile since she’d allowed herself to delve into something worthy enough to call a treat. “Does your friend like apples?” She said, with a warm smile.

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credencewindham·:

𝓇𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝓅𝒾𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓅𝒶𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒾𝒹𝓎𝓁𝓁𝒾𝒸 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑒𝓃𝓉 ; only comfort he had found was that in the rain as of late, frosty droplets of water reminded him of his youth that was so long ago but this rain carried the finer rain that blankets over and makes one seek refuge in the closest shelter. Thus brought him face to face with a redhead, witch if he wasn’t mistaking. Her velvet voice brought an exhale from deep within his lungs pulling to the surface that of a facade of the shell he had become, fingers repeat the pattern of the rainfall against the building as if he was playing an invisible piano at his side. A snicker about the weather, crinkling of the corners of his chocolate orbs, freckles dull almost unseen. “Not at all, this weather is far more comforting than that of the sunny kind,” Cree replied to her, raking slender ring clattered fingers through his wet locks it was in that motion his express deadpanned. “I have absolutely no pleasure in wanting witchy tonics nor have I ever desired to.” His eyes shifted from her to the window nearby which made him step over to the window still repeating the pattern of the heavier droplets of rain. “Do tell me as I’m fascinated what is your favourite weather?” He asked picking up on the powers she may contain and simple for the first question that sprouted past her lips. 

As he spoke, Juliet’s eyes wandered to the window to watch the rain droplets pitter-patter against the glass panes. It was a dreary day and much to the witch’s amusement she’d found a solace in the lack of humanity at the coffee house -- only a barista and herself as entertainment. Except for the blatantly obvious vampire that had strolled in with a stench of death and lifelessness that was invisible to an untrained sense of smell. Her eyes watched him, carefully and almost cautiously, trying to anticipate a next move from the seemingly young appearing male. “My favourite weather? Snow.” She replied sharply, as she thought about snowfall and the inevitably that it was due sooner or later with the upcoming autumn. If not, she’d be more than happy to use her magic for such a pleasure. “It may be cold, but there’s something so peaceful about the white blanket that encases an entire town, then melts away.. leaving us refreshed, and able to start over.” The redhead closed the grimlore on her lap, judging by their conversation that it would not be needed this time. “Why do you like the rain?”

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It was becoming a habit that once people found out about the witch’s abilities, that they’d request her help in exchange for gifts, favours, even friendly advice -- which for the most part, she did not take. If the offer was reasonable, she’d go against her morals for the sake of a buck, mostly because it was hard to get by in a town with no career prospects. Besides, it wasn’t as though she were being selfish, she was helping others.

“Let me guess, you’d like the weather to be sunny for your barbecue?” Juliet teased, as someone approached her. Studying their features indescribably, she tilted her head. “Or perhaps you want to feel better about something?”

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blccdygrace·:

Location: Madame Rosa’s Status: Open

The phone cord had wrapped around the young woman’s leg in her pacing. “Oh for heaven’s sake”, she grumbled, swaying on on leg as she tried to untangle herself. As her luck would have it the bell signaling a customer chimed just as someone finally took her off hold. “I’ll be with you in just a second”, Grace called the phone still glued to her ear. “No, not you Emilio. You, you sent me a whole case of broken bottles! How the hell am I supposed to put tonics in shattered bottles?!”

Juliet had entered into Madame Rosa’s with the intention of buying some herbs for her potions, however it appeared she had found a confrontational woman in the midst of a disagreement. She smiled at her, before she peered into the box on the counter of broken bottles, picking up a stray shard. “You should dispose of these before you cut yourself.”

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blccdbvrn·:

Sweeping back a lock of hair from her eyes, Freyja stepped back from the human she had been feeding from. They dropped like a stone, suddenly and without warning, hitting their head on the damp stone wall. There was a groan of pain, that Freyja nodded her approval of. She had only arrived. No point going on a killing spree so soon into her holiday.

“Someone will come along eventually darling.” Freyja told them, in a tone that could almost be mistaken for caring. Slipping a silk napkin from her coat pocket, she dabbed elegantly at the corners of her lips, despite knowing well enough that she hadn’t spilt a drop. Tucking it back into her sleeve this time, Freyja stepped over the hunched body as it it meant nothing to her before disappearing into the darkness of the alley and appearing at an opening a few streets away from the scene of the crime.

“Now-” she smiled at the person closed to her “-I’d love a nice bottle of Chardonnay. Care to join? My treat of course.”

Juliet had wandered through the dusk fallen Cresthill in search of something of an adventure, but let alone did she think she’d come across a woman emerging from an alley with a smile and a proposition that made the witch suspicious. Her eyes flitted past her form and towards the direction she’d appeared from -- she’d always have a feeling when something wasn’t right, whether it due to her ‘witchy’ abilities or her intuition, but she was also smart enough to know what questions to ask and which ones not to. 

“A bottle of Chardonnay sounds delightful.” The redhead nodded in agreement and in response. “However, I was always warned to stay away from strangers.” Not that that had ever stopped her before.

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scorpiusmarsh·:

Scorpius was at the lake, he had just come out of the water, it was cold but he liked the sensation of relaxing his body. He was on his feet, putting his shirt back on and dressing his jacket, his hair dripping, his jeans were wet but that didn’t bother him. He heard the sound of a dry branch breaking, and turned towards the sound, looking at the person with a serious expression on his face “If you’re going to be watching me you should at least say something, or I can interpret it a wrong way and would end up very bad for you”

“No you won’t. Apparently Marshs are very understanding in these parts.” Juliet corrected, as she revealed herself from the trees. She used the lake as a spot to practice writing her grim lore, test her powers and what not. However, everyday her space seemed to be occupied by one creature or another, wanting to get away from the hustle and bustle of Cresthill. “

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melanie--james·:

“Well half of him is Marsh.” Melanie raised an eyebrow, unsure of what the other meant. “He’s got their blood.”

“And the other half?” She questioned, raising her brow in intrigue. “Is he still a lycanthrope?”

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ollie-evanson·:

“A vampire.” Oliver rolled his eyes at his cousin. “If witches exist, why can’t vampires?”

“How exotic.” Juliet replied. “They can exist... in novels and million dollar franchises. But anyway, witches don’t usually drink the blood of others. You know, kill people.”

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vyrnalackerman·:

Vyrnal winced slightly as she moved, her abdomen still in agony from where the branch had been used as a stake on her. As much as she loved her sister, she needed to get out of the apartment. She’d been laid up there for what felt like weeks, keeping out of the way of anyone and everyone. She was frustrated that she couldn’t do all the things she wanted to do, couldn’t risk going out and about in case she ran into the redhead again. But despite her sister’s efforts, Vyrnal had left the apartment in a bit to get some fresh air and some treats for her sister to say thank you for looking after her. It was a long road to go, especially since she didn’t know exactly how long it took vampires to heal, but Autymn deserved something nice. The blonde stood in the grocery store, her eyes looking over the assortment of candy and chocolate. “What says ‘thanks for looking after me’ better - sour patch kids, or M&Ms?”

Juliet wished she could have had some other intention to be in that grocery store, but she didn’t -- she’d purposely sniffed out a blonde named Vyrnal after her cousin’s mention of the woman he was possibly falling for. Not in malice, more in the sense of caring that her poor cousin was dating a vampire. Being in Cresthill for a short amount of time meant nothing, because even in that time frame, she could tell that this town held some of the most vicious monsters she’d ever countered. She needed to make sure Ollie hadn’t fallen for one. “Definitely the sour patch kids,” she spoke, as she approached the other under the guise of an idle customer. “Flowers are also nice.”

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zacharygable·:

Zachary’s eyebrows raised at her words, and was somewhat flattered that she’d decided he wasn’t a monster - it wasn’t a sentiment he necessarily agreed with, but he appreciated the faith that she had in him. “The thought of you being a monster never even crossed my mind.” He said with a smile. “Someone as nice as you can’t be hiding a monster anywhere, I don’t think.”

Juliet smiled in return, her eyes gleaming with the idea that she could never give off the impression that she were herself might be a monster. After all, they burned the witches. “That’s sweet of you, and I hope I don’t disappoint you one day.” She said. “Well, look at us. Two non-monsters.”

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ollie-evanson·:

Oliver pushed his cousin’s shoulder roughly. “She hung out with me in a hot tub.” He said, not wanting to talk more about her. “I think she’s a vampire.”

“You think she’s a -- a what?” Juliet was stunned for a brief moment. “Alright Bella. How do you know, or think, she’s a vampire?”

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melanie--james·:

“What the fuck does that mean?” Melanie asked, her eyebrows raised. Sure, the child was aging faster than a normal lycanthrope child, but that was the only blood he had. “He’s the Marsh child.”

“No offence.” Juliet held her hands up in a mock surrender. “Marsh. Are you sure?” She asked, as she tried to remember who the Marshs were. The vampires or the werewolves in this weird saga.

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aslyn-atwood·:

“Possible. Either way it gives us a bout of bad luck.” She nibbled on the muffin and savored the taste for a moment before her nose scrunched. “Aliens creep me out. ET? That movie gave me nightmares. What’s cute about a little wrinkly creature who creeps up into your home asking for help? That’s how you invite demons in.” A soft smile upturned the corners of her mouth. “What’s your take then? Creepy or gentle foe?”

“Who knows, maybe it’ll start turning around now that the top two contenders of the feud are out of the place.” Juliet replied, referring to Ekaterina and George, respectively. “I don’t mind aliens so much, sometimes I feel like I am a alien.. you know, not really human. I don’t think they’re little green men or wrinkly creatures that want to phone home, I think they’re just like us.” She shrugged. “Some people think that people with supernatural abilities are aliens.”

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melanie--james·:

Melanie raised an eyebrow at the woman’s question. “He’s like a little puppy, isn’t he?” She asked, assuming the other knew about lycanthropes. It was easier to hint than to say something outright. “He’s two months old.”

“Not just a puppy.” Juliet spoke quietly as she continued to study the young boy with great intrigue. “He’s cute though. Is he yours?”

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ollie-evanson·:

Oliver hated to admit it, but there was someone he might have started to like. “Have you met a girl named Vyrnal? Or V. Blonde?” He asked, cursing the blush the creeped up his cheeks.

“No, but I’m going to now.” Juliet teased, as she tilted her head, studying his features as she watched her cousin’s cheeks redden. “Tell me about her, how’s she won over your ugly ass?”

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zacharygable·:

“You make a good point.” Zachary said with a smile. While he considered himself to be a monster to a certain extent, he also was working hard to redeem himself from everything he had done in the past. He needed to be a better person, and moving from town to town was part of that. “How long do you take to decide if someone is a monster? Have I won you over?”

“It takes me ten seconds to decide if someone’s a monster or not, and you are definitely not a monster, Zachary.” Juliet smiled in return. At least compared to some of the other monsters she had seen, this town was full of them. “Do you think I’m a monster?”

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zacharygable·:

Zachary paused for a moment at her words, knowing full well his own beliefs on the monster he hid underneath his personality. He knew what he was capable of really, knew the anger the he could draw upon from within and the damage it could cause. Enough to tear a family apart. “I think you might be the wisest person I’ve ever met.” He smiled, a hand rubbing on the back of his neck nervously. “Maybe we just don’t want to be monsters.”

Juliet smiled at his response with an itching to know more about him. Particularly his supernatural elements, and if they held any benefit for her or this town. She so desperately wanted to prove that not all creatures were the monsters she’d read about. However, coming to Cresthill proved it seemed a challenge. “I don’t think a monster even sometimes knows it’s a monster.” She shrugged. “Let alone wants to be one. I think that defies the point. If you know you’re a monster, surely that just makes you a coward for not changing what you know you are.”