Annora Fairbourne

"Never underestimate the power of the raised eyebrow".

[dawngranger]

— you see a demon when you are actually an angel // k.s.

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piercexlavell:

“So my sexiness and broodiness is something to laugh about?” Pierce raised an amused eyebrow at the woman as she took a seat in front of him. Normally, he’d be annoyed at this, since he hadn’t invited her to sit down. But the conversation they were having was interesting enough that he decided to let it go. “You could. And being jealous because you have such a sexy male’s picture now on your phone.” Pierce said, his lips picking up into a small smile. “Actually, I’m getting more comfortable around chaos. The weather right now seems like the calm before the storm. Kind of intriguing, don’t you think?”

“Sure it is, have you never seen women giggle like school girls around you?” she asked, curiously, chin resting on her hand as she looked over at him. So maybe she was flirting a little, but it had been a while. “Sorry to disappoint, but the only men in my life a Ben and Jerry - wonderful guys, always there when I need them but not likely to get jealous over a picture in my phone, sadly” she sighed, dramatically, “and after I invested so much of myself in them as well”. She was always being asked why she was single, whether she had a boyfriend, who she was dating and had started to rely on a comedic response. “I find it more intriguing that you read signs in the weather” she laughed, “calm before the storm, you think something bad is about to happen?”

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runkirenzarun:

“Happily. I’ll sign something if you want, as proof. Family, am I right?” Kirenza gave her companion a small smile, thinking of her own non-existent one. “You just never win with them, not really not ever.” The bottle in her hand was half empty, but Kirenza was careful to drink slowly. She just wanted to feel warm, not get drunk. “See, I could never do your job, either. How do you do it? Gamble with a human’s life, you know? Complicated stuff.”

“I don’t have a pen, but if you can find one, I have a napkin you can sign. You can make it out to ‘Annora’s wonderful siblings who always expect her to rain on their parades’“ she said, smirking a little, as she waved the napkin in front of her face. She loved her family to death but sometimes, it hurt that they only ever saw her one way. “You sound like a woman who knows, need to vent love?” she asked, sipping the crazy drink she still had sitting in front of her. “I don’t know how I do it sometimes, I think going home at the end of a bad day and crying in the shower helps a bit...”

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ellielaine:

Everything Annora said made sense, though Ellie wasn’t totally sure that generalising across her people made sense. Across her coven, though? Definitely. She nodded, smiling sheepishly. “…I keep forgetting that rent is a thing. I’m honestly so grateful that my parents bought the house.” Granted, it had been a cheap fixer-upper on the very edge of the river, had required numerous repairs before it could pass as a human residence. Of course it wasn’t a human residence, and the rear porch was mostly used as a diving platform to the river below, but. Appearances mattered. “I’m fairly sure he can pursue some sort of legal action if you were to be caught doing that, but. If it comes up, I’m sure you’ll find my fees reasonable,” she joked, before chuckling at the others amusement. “We do need the ability to deal with anything that comes up. I’m fairly sure he was there on his parents dime, though. One of those people who actually pay to get accepted, despite not being cut out for the work at all. From memory, I think he almost cried? It was depressing to watch. Messed up his notes, dropped them on the ground, and called to the supervisor that I was ‘defying protocol’.” She made air quotes around the word, rolling her eyes. “I ended up with extra credit, he eventually dropped out.”

“Hide under the sail. The current of the water will eventually get you where you need to go. I’d expect them to see the perspective - you said you’re a nurse, and the last thing anyone needs is a nurse with a cold from being out in the rain.” Ellie settled into the free seat with a shrug, taking the time to surreptitiously move the puddle somewhere less likely to cause an accident when some oblivious individual inevitably slipped. After all, she doubted the cafe owner would appreciate a health and safety investigation. On Annora’s return, she grinned, canting her head to the side. “Of course it’s sold out! Devil’s food cake is the single best chocolate cake a person can make, and nowhere would that be better known than here.”

“You’re so lucky, can I be you please? I would love to own my own home, not have to worry about paying the next months rent, being able to paint the walls in my own apartment without having to ask permission first... oh the little things” she sighed, shaking her head sadly. She loved her apartment, her landlord was sweet, but she wished that she could truly call it her home. However, home was just her with her family, wherever them were as long as they were together. “Hmm... I don’t know how much I have, but I can pay you in cakes?” she joked, winking at her. She scoffed, “I can’t stand those people, you need to get in on your own merit and work hard to achieve the shit you want, having it handed to you on a platter may seem great but if you’re useless, you’re screwed” she said, passionately. “Defying protocol? What does that even mean?”

“Very true, but the hospital is woefully understaffed at the moment, I don’t think they would see it my way - they need bodies, whether those bodies are entirely health or not is a different matter” she sighed, “Sorry, I shouldn’t complain but I feel like those at the top just expect us ward workers to work like super-humans, double the work for half the pay” she said, shaking her head before running a hand through her hair. She didn’t like to complain about her work, but when she saw something that was wrong, she found it hard to ignore. She grimaced, “I don’t know how to tell you this... i don’t like chocolate”.

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devon-prescott:

“You do make a point of ensuring no one can forget your…uniqueness,” he agreed. He didn’t resent her. Well, he did, but no more than he did anyone else. Annora was a necessary evil, so far as he could see, carrying the name of the damned coven that was rumoured to have been the origin of the town. He didn’t necessarily have proof, and had no interest in becoming close enough to ask for it. She served better as entertainment this way, a verbal plaything. “Old at heart, I’m sure,” Devon replied with as much slow candour as ever, smirking, never one to let an opportunity pass him by to be deliberately snarky.

He chuckled lightly, inclined his head - though he had no desire to confirm or deny her suspicions, he suspected she’d take the gesture as an agreement more than anything. “I hardly come for the decor and the boring flirtation the cashier insists upon.” Tempted to remain standing out of spite, he heaved a sigh and pulled the opposite chair out, as if it were a great effort, settling in and prying the cap from his cardboard cup. “It’s hardly my fault you’ve yet to adjust to height differences. Are you planning on drowning on the way to work, Annora? The rain could make a water spirit cry, I can’t imagine your hair will survive the downpour.”

There was a look in his eye, where his smile didn’t quite meet and she struggled not to think about what he must be thinking. Humans were such a mystery to her, though she lived and worked among them, their personalities were more hidden, their thoughts less expressed, especially when compared to her family. “Oh honey, I don’t need to try... no one could forget me, even if they wanted too” she smirked, pretending to inflate her ego when truly, it was half the size of that which she portrayed. She rolled her eyes in annoyance, but didn’t rise. “Old, wise, worldly, experienced... I could live with being referred to as such. It’s not the worst I’ve heard”. 

She turned her head to the cashier, whose eyes flickered towards Devon every so often and the grin on her face turned a little nasty. “Oh dear, poor girl, you don’t think she’s cute? She definitely thinks you are something” she said, deliberately running her eyes up and down him before glancing over at the girl behind the counter. She didn’t stand a chance, but the jealousy she saw there made her wink in her direction before turning back. “I think she thinks I think you’re something too” she said, stifling a chuckle. “Yet you sat anyway” she remarked. “Not drown, no, but I do like a swim and I don’t mind getting a little wet” she joked. “What shift do you have today?”

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runkirenzarun:

“Aww, thank you darling. See, every once in a while, there will be a sunshine customer like you and it makes the job seem a little less crappy. So cheers to being nice!” Kirenza was serious about her bottle, as she brought out from behind the counter. “How has your day been so far?”

“I am your sunshine customer? This means I am a ray of sunshine right? Would you like to inform my family of this, because I think they may have missed that memo some way down the line...” she grinned, never having been called anything so positive or sweet before. It was unusual, different from the usual comments she received. “Well, I didn’t lose a patient today, so it’s so far, so good” she said, honestly. “So we can drink to that too”.

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midnightmorris:

“Annora, my fiery princess…I may have grown in my mortal shell, but my spirit is still a five year old child who just wants to enter the deep end of the public pool.” Morris chuckled, hand on his chest as the wave of cheerfulness took him by amusement. “Oh, I’m just heading over to Kirenza’s bar. See if she’s got any work for me. Wanna join me for an early round of whatever she’s making?”

“I’m not a Princess, I’m a Queen” she grinned, flipping her hair dramatically over her shoulder as she spoke. “Well, if that is so let’s head to the swimming pool so I can test your theory... give you a little nudge, as it were” she shrugged, although her eyes gleamed as they caught his. It was hard to know when she was joking, even for her. “Searching for work? What happened to the last job you had?” she asked, eyebrow raised in surprise. She pulled her iphone out of her pocket and clicked the centre button, checking the time. “Day drinking... well, as it’s past midday I’m sure I can get away with it”.

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full-moon-hazel:

Hazel quickly moved around to the passenger side door, “It’s really no trouble, I mean you save lives after all,” she joked. “That is,” she jerked the handle up just right, “as long as you don’t mind riding in this hunk of junk.” Hazel’s car wasn’t totally a piece of trash but it did have it’s problems. Although Hazel kept it clean it was all she could afford when she had first gotten a job. She smiled and gestured for the woman to get in her car when it hit her, “I haven’t really introduced myself. I’m Hazel and I promise I’m not a murderer.” She stuck out her hand and smiled as genuinely as she could.

She pursed her lip slightly, “not always” she murmured. It came with the job - the inevitable loss of life. “Honestly, I don’t mind and this hunk of junk as you call it, is one step ahead of mine. See here, isn’t it lovely?” she asked, gesturing to the empty space beside them. With rent, bills and the amount of work she did, a car wasn’t a necessity in her life although on rainy nights, she regretted her decisions. She grinned and shook her hand, “I’m Annora and if I killed someone, they probably had it coming” she winked, before hopping into the car as gestured. 

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bunyipdani:

Danielle wasn’t an active participant int he town gossip. She didn’t stop to talk about other residents behind their back. Still, she’d be lying if she said she had never heard anything. People talked, they enjoyed talking — maybe too much, some would say. She heard people share rumors in the school corridors or just in the streets. Among those few whispers that she had overheard, Annora’s name didn’t come often. Perhaps that was the reputation she was talking about, being mysterious.

“Interesting. I try to vary my order as much as possible, so I don’t always drink the same thing.” Dani had already tried everything in the menu, but she still preferred to change her drink order every day. “I will make sure to remember that,” she said with a laugh, albeit short-lived. As soon as Annora mentioned the children, Dani’s expression changed to heartbroken. “I’d love to come. I could bring them pencils and paper or paint. If that’s allowed.” She suggested the first ideas that came to her mind. “Honestly, I’d love to help them have some fun. I could go to the library and bring them some books.”

She chuckled at that. “Clever. Is the coffee of the hospital from vending machines? Because that’s stuff is terrible.” Danielle couldn’t recall when she had coffee from a vending machine — it wasn’t a memory she was interested in holding on to — but she did remember the terrible taste. She nodded at Annora’s comment about an exhausting but rewarding job. “Oh, yes, I do.”

“You’re more adventurous than I am, even if I want to try something new I always end up ordering the same way I always do. My predictability will be my downfall someday” she winked, a small smirk on her lips. She smiled, not only would the children enjoy some creative time where they could forget that they were ill, but the hospital seniors would see her doing something that made her look as though her heart was not entirely made of ice. Using Danielle for this reason was wrong, but if it made the children and the other woman feel good, then she consider it a win-win. “I will make sure that it is, they need some time to just be kids every once in a while. I can’t imagine what it’s like to be reminded every day of how sick you are. What a bummer” she said, shaking her head.

“Yup. It’s horrific, way to make a bad visit to the hospital eleven times worse. Not sure why I chose eleven, but never mind” she shrugged. She pursed her lips, “So I suppose you have to be adaptable, change your classes and your style for each year group, based on their maturity. Are you any good with teenagers or do you not teach that far?”

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worried-witch:

Lucas was surprised to see his sister in his doorway when he looked up. It was a pleasant surprise but a surprise nonetheless. “Favorite sister?” he joked, “I wouldn’t even put you on the top four list, I had a couple of excellent imaginary and non-corporeal ones.” He flashed her a crooked smile. “So to what do I owe the pleasure of getting to see my seventh favorite sister after oh so long?” he teased. Lucas walked back to his desk and gestured for her to sit as he took his own seat. “I hate to be an old man because it’s not what you ‘cool kids’ are doing now a days but would it kill you to let your brother know you haven’t been kidnapped or used as an experiment in that hospital of yours?”

She rolled her eyes at her brother, all to used to his sense of humour by now, although his comments had an initial sting that she couldn’t help but react too. “Your imaginary sisters liked me best too” she commented, moving away from the shelf she had been pretending to study and moving over to the chair in front of his desk, though she didn’t sit down. She simply rested her hands on the back of it. “I’m sure either of those scenarios would end worse for those who attempted to mess with me, rather than the other way around brother. You know that” she said, pushing her hair over her shoulders, away from her eyes so that she could study him properly. “You have no doubt heard of the body that was found, and that there has been a quite sudden influx of new faces to the town, a few of them, though they tried to conceal it, with certain teeth a tad more pointy than others” she smirked. “I just wanted to check up on you… is that so hard to believe?”

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alexaxward:

Alexa pursed her lips and shrugged her shoulders. “Technically, no I’m not supposed to but… I mean sometimes, yeah, the cases can be surprising. Especially the ones that involve kids.” Alexa told the girl. “Sometimes they don’t tell me everything before I get to a crime scene. Or they are oblivious to the evidence.”

Lexa listened to the girl and the rumors and smiled. They were rumors, or so she said, but this place made her feel like rumors were real. There were dhampir’s around, so why wouldn’t there be other supernatural creatures as well? “I think anything could be true. Especially in a world like this one.” Lexa shrugged her shoulders. “Why, are the rumors true?”

She shuddered a little at the mention of kids, not that she didn’t like kids, although she didn’t particularly, but the idea of them getting caught up in crime never sat well with her, especially from the impression of Alexa’s work that she was getting from the other woman. “I imagine it would be harder with children involved. I guess that’s where you become useful, an objective outside pair of eyes. Anyway” she said, quickly, “I am making you talk about your work, which is probably not what you want to be doing”.

She didn’t talk to strangers about her family, well, not in the magical sense of family. She never knew who she could trust, especially since she was closeted as her colleague had once referred to her. She shrugged, “I have seen the crazy side of this world but I couldn’t tell you. However, I have never caught my mother talking to her plants, or even herself, at least not out loud” she said, smiling. “Maybe I should give it a go, do something crazy, add some fuel to the rumours... just for fun”.

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dottieofdarkness:

“Ahh yes, the English weather. Just as temperamental as it’s people, or I suppose it’s the people moulding themselves to the weather. You can never tell the difference, really.” Dottie sat herself down on the chair she was meant to take. Misery wanted company, and she was plenty miserable. “Have you now? Faces like mine are hard to miss, so you probably have. Dottie. And you must be…?” 

“Temperamental as some of it’s people” she correctly, “I think most people are likely to become down when the weather turns to shit, mirroring their lives” she said, shrugging, her eyes glancing over the woman as she sat down in the chair she had previously told Annora she was taking. So she was joining her. Great. “Someone thinks very highly of themselves” she smirked, “Annora Fairbourne” she replied. 

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piercexlavell:

A smile formed on Pierces lips in reaction to her words. “It’s fine with you, huh? Well good. I live life trying to please people.” Pierce said sarcastically as he took another sip of his drink. “What are you going to do with the picture? Stare at it when you’re bored? Your boyfriend might be jealous.” Pierce laughed then nodded. “Yep, I’m new. Been here a couple of weeks. What’s wrong with grey skies? It’s a lot calmer than sunshine, I’d say.” Pierce shrugged. “I have a friend that lives here. Decided to pay him a visit.” Pierce said. It wasn’t a full on lie. He did come to visit Devon, but he mainly came tracking down a dhampir. 

Ah, a genuine smile, she thought, just what I had been hoping for. She knew the difference between forced and real smiles, having given many of the former herself. “Then life goal achieved, level up” she smirked, sliding into the seat across from him without asking if she could. “I don’t know, keep it for a rainy day, give the nurses something to giggle about on shift...” she mused, though she would do no such thing, it was fun to mess with the man. Her eyes, previously scanning the ceiling, snapped to his face at his words. “What makes you think I have a boyfriend, let alone that he would be jealous?” she asked, moving her hair away from her face and shrugging. “I never said there was a problem with them - you prefer calm over chaos, huh? Well, you arrived at a good time, the town is buzzing with activity more than usual just lately”.

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devon-prescott:

“Most people don’t admit aloud that sane people would avoid them before coffee, too,” Devon mused, not allowing his smirk to waver. “You’re hardly a bitch. More of a shrew, maybe,” he corrected, tone one of amused, false sweetness. He’d had coffee at home, of course, and would order another to go before leaving the cafe. In the mean time, though, this was fine.

His eyebrows lifted when she moaned her appreciation, even as he shook his head. Of course she reacted as though the coffee was orgasmic. Why would she not? “Much better. Now was it so hard to pretend at civility?” he asked, his smile half a grin. “Of course. I didn’t just come in here because I saw you looking particularly miserable in the window.” He gestured through the glass, to where he’d parked in easy sight of the door. “I simply had to see the usually so considerate Annora Fairbourne while she was struggling to work up a smile. Confirm it was real, if you like.”

“You should know by now Devon that I am not most people” she replied, blinking and cocking her head to the side slightly. One finger moved over the rim of her mug, capturing the froth there and stopping it from dripping down the sides. Her eyes never wavered from his thought. At work, he was one of the few doctors he could banter with, sometimes insult, and know that he wouldn’t take it personally or get overly emotional about it. Meetings when someone had done so were her least favourite thing to do. “Shrew, huh? Interesting... that makes me sound old, doesn’t it” she remarked, rhetorically, pursing her lips.

“Not with coffee running through my veins” she quipped. She was rarely sociable, mostly civil but Devon knew that and pushed buttons. She didn’t mind. “So, half of the reason you came into this delightful little cafe is because you saw me looking miserable and wanted to cheer me up? What a sweetheart...” she smirked, chin resting on her hand. “Well, you may have confirmed it but no-one will ever believe you. Hurry up and sit down, my neck is aching from the strain of looking up to you”.

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ellielaine:

Ellie saluted the other with a smile, nodding. Of course she would retire with wealth. She was a lawyer, after all. She blinked, the names piecing together quickly as she clicked. “Oh, of course - I should have known. I didn’t realise any coven members had day jobs,” she admitted, not seeming to think about how it sounded.  Rather than dwell on the potentially negative way that could be taken, she laughed softly, shaking her head. “The work’s not for everyone, but I’m not good enough to not do it. I made the mistake of winging exactly one mock trial in school. I will say this - the only reason I won is because the ideas I came up with on the spot in a panic had my opponent far too confused to defend their case.” That had been fun, actually, if she ignored the fact that she’d literally worried herself sick.

“If that’s true, then my I think that’s my good deed for the day done, isn’t it? If you want to continue that, might want to stay in here for a few hours. Or steal an umbrella…possibly a small boat.” Stepping over the puddle she’d made on the floor - evidently Annora had truly been drenched - Ellie took and scanned the menu. It wasn’t that she hadn’t expected the other to mean her words; more that she was surprised the return was immediate. “Hm. Oh, they do have Devil’s food cake, I have to try their version. You’d think I had by now, but no.” She glanced up at the other, grinned. “Please, of course, Annora.”

She chuckled softly. Many would assume that as witches, they had no need for mundane jobs but they all felt it was their duty to help within the community and besides, her human landlord didn’t take magic for payment and hoodwinking her was not something Annora felt like trying - unless her financial situation got desperate. “Most of us do, it’s nice to feel like a valued member of the community and make a contribution and besides, I haven’t yet been able to conjure a money tree to pay my landlord with” she smirked, tossing her long, cherry red hair over her shoulder, glad that it had now dried and no longer dripped down her back. Her eyes widened slightly before she laughed loudly, hastily covering her mouth with her hand. “Are you serious? That’s truly brilliant, don’t most lawyers need that ability? I wish I could have seen your opponents face”.

“A boat sounds apt although unless it comes with an umbrella, I will still get wet. I have a few hours before my next rotation so I am okay for now... I don’t think my supervisors would take well to my using the rain and the possibility of wet feet as an excuse for not coming in” she said, watching as the other woman scanned the menu. “One Devil’s food cake coming right up” she grinned, hopping from her seat and moving to the counter. She ordered Ellie a large slice of cake and a slice of carrot cake for herself, before moving back to the table with them and placing the Devil’s food cake in front of her. “There you go, apparently it’s popular, that seemed to be the last piece”.