...what the hell?

" I SWEAR we had the best intentions ( WHAT THE HELL ARE THEY NOW ? )" ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* An mumu blog for adhonoremrp *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ - Penned by Mel / 29 / GMT ( ◕‿◕✿ )

[xkilljxy-deactivated20240717]

"I'm sorry." The apology slipped out of her before she had a chance to stop it, blowing out a long, slow breath as she shook her head, staring forlorn at the tissue now clutched between her fingers, smudged with day old makeup and damp. "I didn't mean to be mean. You just... pop up at the worst times sometimes. It's embarrassing when someone so cool and put together sees you falling apart." Her eyes darted to him, locking on him for a moment and drinking in his figure before she looked down again quickly, not at all interested in getting caught checking him out. "Gee, thanks, Syrus. Now tell me how I'm naive and silly for falling in love in the first place. Or better yet, tell me how love isn't real and it's all just a chemical reaction in the brain." Despite the words, there was a faint smile tugging her lips up, and she had to duck her head for a moment to try and hide it. "Haven't you ever be so irrationally in love with something that you threw caution to the wind and said fuck it." She sighed, and then sat up again, twisting to look at him with an eyebrow lifted. "I could use something a lot stiffer than a drink, but ladies don't talk about that sort of thing." The giggle she let out as she lifted a finger and pressed it to her lips was equal parts mischief and cutsey, and she shrugged. "I'll go with you if you take me somewhere that I can dance. I know you probably aren't the dancing type, but it's an excellent method of blowing off some steam."

[xavecamour]

"Yes you did." He replied sharply, a slight twist to his upper lip suggesting he was impressed, rather than insulted. "You obviously have the wrong impression of me. I am not cool or put together, and you are not falling apart." His eyes flitted over the tissue clutched between her hands, now smudged with make up, to her damp cheeks and the sudden appearance of fire in her eyes as sarcasm dripped from her tongue. Syrus huffed in amusement. Duri had always seemed to jump to conclusions about him, but then, he had never given her a reason not to do so. "You were naïve and silly." He quipped, though he thought, not for falling in love. Just for the who of it all. "But no, I have never felt like that. The 'fuck it' attitude in my family belongs to my older brother, which is why he spends so much time sleeping off hangovers and I manage his business." Syrus had never been so honest before. His brother wasn't especially liked, or well known, but no-one knew where he disappeared too for days at a time. Syrus had made sure of that. At the mention of needing something stiffer, his eyes widened in surprise and he could have sworn he felt his face heating in response. He cleared his throat, "More of those assumptions of yours, I'll have you know I'm an excellent dancer. And I happen to know a place you might enjoy, if your aim really is to blow off steam."

[laser-leia]

"Sometimes I can guess." Leia admitted. "Usually based on how recently Indi or Dulce have stopped by. If I've not seen you within a few days of seeing them then something's off and you've got a cold or something."

They finally managed to meet Mona's eyes and didn't even blush. Honestly the worst part of this whole thing was that Leia hadn't mentioned a word of it to anyone and so there was no one to whine to about Mona's beautiful hair or lovely eyes. This was all so embarrassing. It was just Mona.

"Yeah, I could take a break." They tossed the wrench at one of the boys, who gave them a pointed eyebrow waggle Leia ignored. "Let's go talk about plants."

[xavecamour]

"Well, I don't like the idea of getting you ill when I am." Mona retorted, her lips twitching slightly. The fact that Leia kept an eye out for her appearances made her stomach flip over and she tried not to show her surprise. She might have failed spectacularly at that though, as she wrenched her tooth from her bottom lip, before swiping her tongue across it to ease the sting.

Mona nodded quickly, barely noticing where or to whom Leia flung the wrench in their hands as a mixed expression of relief and nervousness passed across her face. She turned on the spot and headed outside, away from prying ears and across the tarmac until she was standing between two parked cars, both in various states of disrepair.

"Plants, right." Mona didn't meet Leia's eyes. She wasn't sure how her friend would react to what Mona had agreed too, but their opinion meant a lot to her and she couldn't keep it a secret. She would tell Indiana too, in time. "So, I might have had a visitor to the garden centre; a visitor of the magical kind". Mona had never looked less like a leader, and more like a schoolgirl waiting to be chastised. "We may have come to an agreement."

[notwaldenpond]

"Ellie takes hers with two massive spoonful's of honey, no judgement here." He was gonna have to take up beekeeping at this rate. How did his parents ever keep up? Maybe they'd share their secrets if he asked nice enough. He put the kettle to boil and began summoning ingredients for breakfast: eggs, peppers, chives, cheese.

"Birds rise with the sun, so I do too. Usually the pigeons will wait patiently enough but I've got enough scars from making some of the bigger birds wait to not keep them. Feed 'em all first thing, usually. Put a few of the sicklier ones out for the cat, then come make breakfast. You like frittatas? Please say yes it's one of the few things I know how to make."

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[xavecamour]

"I've never tried it with honey." Zara murmured, leaning against the counter and staring towards the window, content to let someone else make the tea, and the coffee, and the breakfasts for once. She would be doing it all herself in a couple of hours anyway.

"How many birds do you have?" She asked, accepting the cup of tea placed in her hands and raising the mug to her lips. "You feed your sick birds to the cat? What- what cat?" Zara muttered the question in confusion. She hadn't seen a cat, and glanced around her feet as though one would pop up out of nowhere. "I don't think I've ever tried one, but that does look yummy…"

[hauntedscreams]

xavecamour​:

“n-no, not at all.” samson uncrossed his legs and folded his paper, whilst hastily leaning forward to remove his scattered belongings from the other side of the table. “please, take a seat. did you… want some coffee?”

🎀

callie's smile brightened as she took a seat. it had been rather difficult to track him down. (not that she would admit she had been looking). "coffee sound delightful, thank you."

[xavecamour]

"it's no problem." he smiled, pulling his wand out from underneath an open book. a fresh cup of steaming hot coffee appeared across the table in front of her. samson pushed the sugar bowl forward as well. "I didn't expect to see you here. just passing by? or is there... something wrong, with the work in your office?"

[hauntedscreams]

xavecamour​:

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“I’m not going to another station planning meeting, if that’s what you’re asking?” he replied, barely looking up from the memo gilderoy had left for him. it was entertaining; he’d give them that. “I could however, be persuaded towards dinner…”

🎙

zoey couldn’t stop the small laugh from escaping her lips. “yes, it seems a lot of ideas are being thrown out as of late.” she shifted on her feet, slightly rocking back and forth. “now that you mention it, i could go for something to eat. what about that thai place -” the one we used to go to, is how she almost finished the sentence, but stopped herself. “the one a couple of blocks from here?”

[xavecamour]

sterling glanced up from the parchment in his hand, his eyes sweeping over her feet as she rocked back and forth in the doorway and his lips twitched. she had always been adorable when she was nervous. "well, you know how I feel about thai food…" he closed the memo and popped easily to his feet. "haven't been down there in a while. think they'll still remember our order?"

[narcissawilted]

xavecamour​

“more for me, then.” zara stuck her fork back into the cake, took a generous helping and popped the sweet treat into her mouth. “mm.” she swallowed with a happy smile. “you’re missing out. the cake came from aunt val’s third wedding. and you know how she can be when it comes to ‘perfection’.”

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cissy sneered. “she can be subpar and left wanting.” as a general rule, narcissa did not particularly care for the sort of people who managed to have three weddings. “by all means, I hope you enjoy it. I assume the cake was the crowning glory of the event?”

[xavecamour]

zara pretended to gasp at narcissa's words, placing her hand over her chest as though she had been stabbed there. "cissy, that is my family you're talking about." she attempted to keep her expression stern and shocked for a moment longer, but she crumbled. she had never been good at masking her feelings. the giggle slipped out. "not really. I think the best part for me was when I stumbled across her latest husband exiting a closet on the reception's upper floor, followed by a very young and handsome member of the wait staff, who was… having some trouble with the buttons on his trousers. a fashion emergency, I'm sure."

[xkilljxy-deactivated20240717]

"Pardon my french, but are you out of your fucking mind?" Her voice was still pitched into a low whisper, not trusting herself not to shriek if she didn't throw her full focus into it, but managing somehow to keep at least some composure. "We are absolutely not doing that, I am not going to let you get killed by a mad man throwing books around. We'll just have. to be sneaky. Together." A long pause, and she looked at him for a moment longer, really studied him. "I know you, don't I? You work in Diagon Alley. I own the Pumpkin Patch. Duri. Now may not be the best time for introductions."

[xavecamour]

"I'm not going to get killed. I'm going to distract him. There is a slight difference between those two actions." Arkie pointed out, his eyebrow raising out of indignation. "Okay, and if we're sneaky together, and we reach that door and find it locked, what do we do then?" His eyes turned back to the mad man who looked to be thoroughly enjoying throwing books across the room. The menacing smile on this face, only caught from one side, sent a shiver down his spine. "Arkie Alderton, of Arkie Alderton's Kwik-Repair Shop. You're the famous Duri, then? Hm." Arkie nodded quickly. "No, we'll save those for later. Slide over slowly to your right then, we need to get moving if we're ever to get out of here..."

[xkilljxy-deactivated20240717]

"Geese have teeth, you know. Quite ridiculous and terrifying." The only way that Mary would survive this night was by finding humor in the smallest things. The fun fact was, in fact, a stupid little moment where she managed to make herself smile, even for a moment. "Mary. Under all this. Do you have any idea what's happening?"

[xavecamour]

"Quite ridiculous and terrifying... well, I certainly have been described as such in the past. I suppose I ought to lean into it." Andromeda's lips quirked upwards into an amused sort of smile. In truth, she'd had no idea that geese had teeth at all; just that they had beaks and hissed at passers-by when they moved too close. "None at all. I remember waiting on the sofa for Ted to come home I must have drifted off, and the next thing I knew... I was here". She sighed, "and you? Any theories as to how we ended up in this... place?"

[xkilljxy-deactivated20240717]

"Barty..." Her voice trailed off, catching a little as emotion seemed to well up in her like a sudden faucet. Her movement was shaky, but quick, as she moved quickly down the seemingly endless hallway to reach his side, hand coming out to touch him, almost afraid she might move right through him. When it was solid, relief flooded her for a moment, a quick sharp sigh loosing from her. "Holy shit, you're real, great." Any sense of grace she might have had faltered away quickly, Mina returning to herself slightly in company that felt safe. "Some guy called me Past, and my mother is here, and I can't get this mask off and I truly, actually hate this dress a lot, it's itchy, Barty. Silk should never be itchy. God, please don't leave me here."

[xavecamour]

His previous misgivings about the current situation simultaneously jumped up a notch, and slithered back into the far corners of his mind, upon feeling her hand resting on his arm. He placed his own over the top, closing his thumb around her fingers. "I can't remove my mask either, and I can't see you well through it. Stay close to me." Barty knew he wouldn't leave her, but if she slipped away from him he might struggle to find her again. "Your mother we can avoid. As for the dress... there are wardrobes in the room that I woke up in. Do you think that our clothes follow the same rules as our masks, or should we attempt to find you something more comfortable, or at least, less itchy?"

[hauntedscreams]

🐺

it wasn't until her eyes were forced away from the window that roz seemingly snapped out of it. her eyes met those of her husband's and she felt a sigh of relief escape her. realizing she still hand his neck under her hand, she let it slide down to his chest, a small smile coming to her lips underneath her mask. "sorry, my darling." she leaned forward, laying her head against fenrir's chest for a moment, letting the sound of his heartbeat calm her. "i just want to be back in bed and out of this damn mask." she admitted, still clueless as to how they got here. "have you found em?"

[xavecamour]

"nothing to be sorry about love, I was actually rather enjoying myself." he murmured gruffly, lips twitching into an amused smirk. perhaps teasing while standing inside what appeared to be a literal haunted house, surrounded by enemies who were as masked as they were, wasn't the wisest move. fenrir wrapped an arm protectively around her waist as she leaned against his chest, and shelved his improper thoughts for a later time. "so do I. our masks are not as bad as some I have seen around though. whoever is responsible for this certain has us pegged." they were wolves, matching in all but their colours. "em will be fine. they can take care of themselves." fenrir answered quickly, though his tone betrayed his own worry for the whereabouts of their child. he pulled away and held out an arm. "shall we?"

[notwaldenpond]

where; somewhere in the haunted mansion whomst; antonin @xavecamour

Walden wanted to go home so badly it ached. This mask made it impossible to see anyone properly. He was surrounded by dead friends and bad memories, and he just wanted to go home. Luckily for him home was also a person. All he had to do was find him.

That was another thing the stupid mask made difficult: scanning a crowd, looking for a familiar gait, a well-loved figure. It took too long, far too long, to find him. Walden didn't care who he bumped into or stepped on to get to Antonin faster.

"Querido, mi corazon, there you are. Have you been to the library? Don't go to the library, or the smoking room for that matter. This whole bloody place is just---" He shook his head, reaching out to hold on to his boyfriend, "I'm glad I found you."

[xavecamour]

His hands no longer shook, his eyes had dried behind the mask and his hair had been fixed hastily in a hallway mirror, before he had proceeded to follow a sea of confused masked figures through the mansion, and away from the library. He had no intention of looking back, and just hoped that Wendy kept her promise and did not tell the others.

Grabbing a drink from the nearest surface and almost downing the contents in one, his eyes shifting around the room as he tipped the glass up to his lips, Antonin slumped against a far wall and hoped the shadows were enough to shield him until they were released from the clutched of whomever had cursed them.

"Walden." The name escaped him like a prayer; like a breath he had forgotten to take. He gripped the other man's biceps as he rambled about the library, and the smoking room, and leaned forward to cut him off. Despite their masks, the kiss landed and Antonin's body visibly relaxed.

"So am I." He murmured, pulling away. He felt wrung out, his emotions laid bare; but hadn't they always been when it came to the man he loved, more than anyone? "You know, before this damn abduction, I actually had other plans in mind for us. Where have you been?"

[hauntedscreams]

who: anyone where: masquerade event

it wasn't often that anything spooked rosalyn anymore. but, seeing the young man she had been forced to put out of his misery years ago was doing the trick. she tried to take steadying breaths, but the mask almost felt as if it were trying to choke her. a touch on her shoulder forced her to turn from the window overlooking the garden and in a panic she grabbed the person, turning them around against the wall, hand snaking around their throat.

[xavecamour]

fenrir had recognised her instantly; how could he not? even in masks and ridiculous ball gowns, his pack would always be familiar to him. stalking towards her, frown lines creasing his already aging face behind the wolfish mask he wore, he noted the tension in her shoulders and her frozen stature with concern. "easy love" he murmured as he was pressed against a wall, hand at his throat. should have known better than to sneak up on her in her current state. lifting his own hand to her chin, he pinched it gently between his thumb and forefinger, forcing her eyes up to meet his. the hand on his throat held no threat to him. fenrir was used to it by now, though of course, they were usually far less dressed and never quite so public whenever they played that little game. "it's just me."

[hauntedscreams]

who: sterling ( @xavecamour ) where: haunted mansion

"sterling?" her voice made it sound like a question, but zoey knew who was under the mask of the man she approached. "you know, at first i thought i was just having a nightmare and this was one of gilderoy's stories." she joked, trying to make her actual fear over how everyone had ended up here and how in the world they were meant to get out.

[xavecamour]

sterling had seen zoey earlier in the evening. and he had meant to go over to her but he… hadn't, and as he had sulked in one of the creepy manors many dark corners, he had refused to let himself dwell on the reason why. it was pathetic. and not the thing he should have been focusing on given the current situation. "zoey." he greeted, his tone flat. "if gilderoy came up with this, he deserves more credit than he's currently given." he cleared his throat. "you er... look nice. in that."

[xkilljxy-deactivated20240717]

"You flatter me. Fetching doesn't even begin to describe how you look." Quin wondered if the mask was the cause of the sudden boost of confidence that quickly tampered down as a shot of sparks moved up his arm. The room lights, dim as anything, didn't seem effected. "I haven't seen an exit, but I'd be remiss if I didn't accompany the lady to find one." And he moved to offer his arm, a slight bow of his head as he seemed to slip into a full part in this twisted ball. "And we'll be sure to avoid the library."

[xavecamour]

"Perhaps I'll wear this for our real wedding." Melinda tipped him a wink, before turning in a slow circle to take in the entire room, glad that her mask covered enough of her face to obscure the blush she could feel growing at his compliment. She was a model. She was used to being complimented, but something about Quin's words felt more sincere. Like he saw past the fact that her face was her job, and genuinely believed she looked pretty. For just being herself. "Such a gentleman." She took his offered arm, about to remark that her brother was probably just being over protective, when she heard an eerie voice drift into the room and jumped in surprise. "You heard that too, right?"

[xkilljxy-deactivated20240717]

xavecamour​:

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Melinda mumbled something incoherent, even to her own ears, under her breath as she felt a strong hand on her shoulder, shaking her aching body back to the land of the living. She had been having quite a peaceful sleep; something unfamiliar to her, though more achievable when she had consumed copious amounts of alcohol beforehand. Where some experienced a hangover, she experienced rejuvenation – a party trick, she had dubbed it, winking at whomever might have asked at the time. Whomever… her eyes flew open, only to squint together once more as the light hit her eyes. She wasn’t in her bed then, she surmised, since she had been careful to place her bed away from the window to avoid early morning glare. Pulling her eyelids apart again, she peeked up at the man leaning over her and felt herself growing suddenly hot. Mentally she assessed her body – she was wearing her bra, and… She reached up to the top of her head and pulled a headband from the top of it, wincing as the spikes had dug into her scalp. “Where did this come from?” She muttered to herself as she glanced down at the veil attached to it, before tossing it across the bed. “Must have stolen it…” she yawned, reaching out a hand to pluck at his shirt as she stretched, but freezing as she caught sight of something on her finger. Her eyes widened, fixed on the ring, and her fingers clenched around the material beneath them. 

...

“Hey, hi, good morning. It appears we...” Quin couldn’t really say what they had done the night before, besides drink. He knew they’d drank strictly from the hangover and the dry feeling in his mouth and throat. He had always valued his self control, not letting himself get to the point where he was disappearing into a bottle, forgetting, blacking out. His mind worked in such a way that it clung to minute details of everything. He could recite pi to an exorbadant extreme, but the previous night felt like some kind of blank page. There were shades there, previous pencil markings on that page that had been erased hastily, and poorly, as some details stood out to him, but each and every one of those details led him down a path of thinking about how pretty Melinda looked, how soft her hands were, how bright her eyes looked when they caught the stars overhead... He blinked a few times and shook his head as he looked down at her now, watching in real time as she seemed to snap into the same realization he had. “I think we did something really stupid last night.” A pause, a moment of thought, and then his voice pitched up as he spoke again. “Not that marrying you specifically is stupid, but getting married drunk in the middle of the night is a bit stupid and we barely know one another and while I would be absolutely honored to have you as my wife, I just feel that maybe there are a few steps missing in the equation, and you can’t solve a half baked equation, and...” Another pause, as he felt a spark crawling up his arms, nervous energy making the lights around them flicker. Deep breath, backwards from ten, and then he looked at her again. “Coffee. Do you want some coffee? I think I need some coffee before I blow another light bulb.”

[xavecamour]

Melinda had done all manner of stupid things in the past. It was an assumption often made among her friends and family that, should something truly idiotic happen, Melinda would likely be behind it. She stared at the ring on her finger, while her mind made frantic attempts to remember the night before; though it felt too much like cupping water in her hands, they slipped away as fast as she tried to hold on to them, just like the words that were spilling from his mouth, creating a buzz in her ears rather than registering as coherent sentences. She needed him to stop, for a moment. Just one. Unsure at what point in his rambling she was interrupting him, her hand shot up quickly and she placed three fingers over his lips, fixing him with a uncharacteristically serious look. The lights had flickered around them, and she was reminded of something else that had happened the night before. "You need to be quiet." She winced, before dropping her hand, letting her thumb brush his chin affectionately before both hands returned to her lap. "We're not married. You can't get married on a whim, don't ask how I know… you need a bunch of licenses and stuff, my brother has been muttering about it. And no-one would marry us if we were that drunk. We were drunk." Melinda took a deep breath. Part of her felt a little sad that she wasn't married; and wasn't that just something to think about later? "Coffee would be good. Six shots of expresso in a big mug. And while you're doing that, maybe you could elaborate on those missing steps you'd like to have taken first…"

[xavecamour]

[xenoflight]

where; walking with; open

"and where are we going?"

[xavecamour]

"I have no idea, but philosophically speaking, does anyone?"